Aunt Yuting's tolerance and love

I was about 15 years old that year. Since the school I attended was in town, I always boarded at my uncle's house.
My uncle was a railway worker, and he was away from home for half the year. Conditions were quite
tough back then, and I always shared a bed with my cousin, who was four years younger than me. But the person I'm going to write about next isn't my cousin
, but my aunt. She was probably around 35 that year.
My aunt worked at the town's cultural center and paid relatively much attention to her appearance. She used
perfume .
Because there were no boys in my uncle's family, and I was staying with them for a long time, my uncle and aunt treated me
very well , spoiling me like their own child.
Since my uncle was often away from home, sometimes my aunt would let my cousin and me sleep in her big bed.
They shared a blanket, and I had my own.
Although I was about fourteen or fifteen years old at that time, the food was a bit poor, and my
development was relatively late, so I still looked like a child. My aunt didn't treat me differently because I was a boy or a girl
.
But actually, my feelings were slowly changing at that time. I liked watching my aunt wear pretty dresses.
Sometimes when she was changing clothes in her room and we turned around, I would
peek at her. Later, it got to the point where I would peek at her taking a shower through the window.
Whenever my uncle came home, my aunt would urge us to eat and go to bed early. One day, I woke
up to find my uncle on top of my aunt, his buttocks sticking up high, and my aunt making a low, heavy breathing sound
. I suddenly realized what people meant by "hitting the buttocks." At that moment, I knew I had grown up.
After this realization, I started paying more attention to my aunt and often looked for opportunities to get close to her. Once,
my uncle went out to work, and I remember that winter was very cold. In the south, there was no heating, so I made an excuse
that I was cold and crawled into my aunt and cousin's bed to sleep together. They slept at one end, and I slept at the other
. My aunt was afraid I would be cold, so she held my feet under her body to warm them. At that moment, I felt my feet touch a warm
, soft, and floating mass of flesh. I knew that was my aunt's breast.
It would have been better if I hadn't thought about it, but once I did, my penis instantly stood up. At that moment, my aunt probably
felt uncomfortable sleeping and tried to turn over, but she accidentally touched my penis. She was startled when she touched it
, and made a very quiet sound.
Looking back now, she was probably surprised that I had such an adult-like ability at that age, that I had grown up
. But after she touched me like that, I felt even harder. I
drifted off to sleep for a long time. That night was my first nocturnal emission. In my dream, I
was hugging my naked aunt and kissing her, but I don't know exactly what I was kissing.
When I woke up the next day, I found my underwear was wet. I was so scared, thinking I had wet the bed. I was extremely
nervous . When my aunt came in to wake me up, she noticed, but she didn't say anything. She just smiled and said, "The little rascal has become
a little adult."
After that wet dream, my aunt seemed to realize that my body had started to develop, and she would
intentionally avoid me a little. For example, before, she would run around the room in her underwear and bra. I remember that
the underwear back then was a rather conservative pair of briefs, but now she would wear a two-piece cotton nightgown over it.
When my uncle came back and they slept together, they would put a screen in front of the bed. But by then, my
interest had grown stronger and stronger. I would basically go and wait outside the window every day. But one day, my aunt was
taking a shower, and I was watching her with great interest when I accidentally tripped and fell.
With a cry of pain, my aunt shouted in alarm from inside, "Who's there?"
Just before , she put on a piece of clothing and blocked my way. When she saw it was me, my aunt was also surprised and asked me who told me
to do that.
At that moment, my mind was filled with fear that she would tell my parents or my uncle, and I would
lose all face. My aunt probably noticed my fear, and her tone softened a bit. She asked me how long I had been peeking
and what I wanted to do. I stammered and replied, "I just wanted to look at your body, you're very pretty," and so on
.
Unexpectedly, my aunt didn't get very angry. She just said that I wasn't allowed to peek anymore, or she would tell my parents.
After saying that, she helped me wipe the dirt off my clothes.
Because my aunt was squatting down to wash me, she hadn't been wearing
a bra . When I looked down, I saw a pair of white breasts there, covered in saliva, the moisture still wet and
lingering on the not-so-dark nipples, looking so alluring.
The body of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy is so wondrous; instantly, I got an erection. My crotch
was facing my aunt's crotch as she squatted down. She immediately noticed my erection, paused for a moment, and then realized she had exposed
herself. She pretended to be angry but also a little shy, saying, "I told you not to look, but you still did. Go back and look at your mother
's."
I don't know what I was thinking, but I blurted out that my mother wasn't as pretty as my aunt. Women, regardless of
age or era, all have the same instinct to like flattery. My aunt immediately laughed heartily, saying, "Little
rascal, you're so young and already know how to please women. You'll be amazing when you grow up." She
then warned me not to tell anyone that I had been peeping, or she would really be angry.
Around that time, I don't know how I learned to masturbate. It was truly self-
taught, because in those days there were no Japanese adult films to learn from, let alone television.
And my object of fantasy was, of course, my aunt.
I used to masturbate every day, leaving residue on tissues, towels, and even the curtains. One
day, while I was really into it, my aunt caught me. I froze, embarrassed,
ready to be berated.
But this time, instead of yelling, she gently asked how long I'd been doing this. I didn't answer, because
I didn't know what to say.
"Do you know this is bad for your health and unhygienic?"
she said. Then, she grabbed my penis, pulled back the foreskin, and pointed at it, saying, "
Boys you just wipe it carelessly, you'll easily get sick, you know?"
At that moment, I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. I just felt a warm, electric shock-like sensation
travel from my penis to my brain, and my whole body went limp.
Usually, in erotic novels, this would involve my aunt giving me a handjob or a blowjob, but this…
For an ordinary woman in a small town, who had only ever had one sexual partner—her uncle's wife—it was all too
unreal and unrealistic. My aunt only said to try to restrain herself, and to only do it when she really wanted to, and to
wash herself clean afterwards, before leaving the room.
In our generation, we mainly learned about sex from the old bookstores in the corner shops. There were some erotic cheat sheets, and
if we were lucky, some foreign magazines and Japanese comics. The common practice was to secretly tear out
the pages describing sex and hide them, trying to understand the process
and pleasure of sex from those few words. Of course, I did the same.
But after seeing my aunt bathe, all my fantasies about women ended up being about her body. I even lost interest in female classmates
my own age . This has led to my current aesthetic preference for women with large breasts and wide hips;
I've never been interested in skinny women.
Things passed uneventfully for several months until a breakthrough occurred. I had a
high fever, and my aunt, wanting to take better care of me, let me sleep in her bed.
Although I was burning up and feeling weak all over, the opportunity still excited me
. I pretended to be feeling unwell and tried to get as close to my aunt's body as possible. My aunt probably saw how uncomfortable I was and didn't
seem to care.
My aunt was sleeping with her back to me, and our position was exactly the rear-entry position for sex. I
carefully , and when she didn't react, I moved my hands up to the breasts I had been longing for.
When I touched the lower edge of her breasts, I could clearly feel my aunt resisting. She crossed her arms over her chest to prevent me
from touching her any further and said, "Stop it and go to sleep."
I was probably too excited at that moment, and I recklessly touched her buttocks. To be honest,
my aunt was in her early thirties at the time and danced a lot, so her figure was really great.
My hands gently caressed her plump buttocks. This time, my aunt didn't explicitly resist.
After a few touches, I suddenly had a mischievous thought. I took off my pants and used my penis to touch her as we slept. At first, she didn't
notice, but after I got hard, she moved to shift her body, only to accidentally touch a
hard, virgin penis.
My aunt instinctively tried to push me away, but I pretended to be in great discomfort. She then softly
asked if I was having inappropriate thoughts. I pretended to be struggling and said I felt unwell and hot.
My aunt's reaction afterward is unforgettable. She said, "Then behave yourself and don't move. I'll touch you, but
you promise not to tell anyone."
I nodded excitedly. My aunt hesitated for a moment, then her hand faithfully and gently pinched my penis.
Although it was already hard and erect, it was still quite small. She pulled on
the foreskin of my glans and stroked it up and down. At that moment, in my 15 years of life, it was the first time a woman had actually helped me masturbate. All sorts of tingling sensations
spread throughout my body.
While my aunt was stroking me, my hands couldn't help but reach out to touch her. Actually, I was aiming for
her breasts, but when she dodged, I accidentally touched her vulva instead.
At that time, I already knew that it was a place where women could urinate and be penetrated. I had seen my aunt's body
before ; her dark pubic hair extended from the outer edge of her labia to the outside of her anus. My aunt seemed
stunned when I touched her, and scolded me, saying, "Little boy, don't touch like that. If you don't behave, I won't help you touch anymore."
After that, I could only lie there obediently and continue to enjoy it. Being a child, I only remember it
lasting one or two minutes. My little penis excitedly spat out its first-ever spray of saliva at a woman, shooting
high and some even landing on her face.
My aunt seemed to complain, saying, "You little devil, how come you have so much?
" That fever didn't subside despite my aunt's care, and I eventually had to go to the hospital
for an IV drip. After being discharged, my parents took me back home to care for me.
I stayed home for a month. You can imagine how restless I was. I had just gotten my aunt
to accept my little actions, and I couldn't stop thinking about her smooth little hands that had touched my penis for the first time
. Those days, I masturbated almost every day at home, thinking about my aunt's breasts and body.
So, after much pleading and cajoling, my mother finally sent me back to my aunt's house. The night before I left, she was still
complaining to my father that her son had grown up and been "lured away" by another woman. My father said my mother was talking nonsense; she probably thought
I could play with my cousin there, which was why she wanted to go back, because that's what I had told them too.
When I saw my aunt again, I understood for the first time what it felt like to miss a woman—a
completely different feeling from missing my mother.
That night, I couldn't resist peeking at my aunt while she was taking a shower, but this time I didn't peek through the window. Back then,
conditions were poor; showering and using the toilet were all done in one room. There was just a curtain between the shower and the toilet; you just pulled it closed,
took a basin and a thermos, and went in.
Ever since my aunt caught me peeking last time, I'd become a little bolder. I felt that since she hadn't scolded me the first time, maybe she
was tacitly approving of what I was doing. After that, I liked to peek through the curtain, peeking through a small corner. Just
when I was getting really excited, my aunt suddenly said to the air, "Haven't you seen enough yet? You're being a pervert again!"
I was startled; my aunt had already noticed. I sheepishly retreated, but she said
something I'll never forget: "Pass me my clothes, I forgot to take them."
My heart was pounding with excitement. I carefully lifted
the curtain handed them over, this time deliberately pulling it a little wider. In that instant, the body I'd been longing for
was revealed before me—a translucent white body, tiny droplets of moisture clinging to her high breasts, sliding down her flat stomach
, and extending to her dark, thick forest below.
I stared, not blinking, afraid of missing this beautiful sight.
"Still want to look? Haven't you seen enough?"
my aunt scolded me, half-annoyed, half-scolding, but I knew she wasn't really angry. I don't know
what I was thinking, but I replied that my aunt was so beautiful, I could never get enough of looking at her.
Later, my aunt said I'd always been a ladies' man, the kind who was born to charm girls.
Despite my words, I still left. My aunt, having slowly dressed inside, came out
and looked saying, "Looks like you're feeling better now, and you're already thinking about that again.
" When she said this, it wasn't with disgust or anger; it was more like she was teasing me. What...?
Without saying a word, I went up and hugged my aunt, inhaling the pleasant scent of soap on her body.
My aunt patted my head and said, "You're such a little adult now, still acting all cutesy."
At that moment, my little brother involuntarily stood up again, stretching forward to feel
the warmth of my aunt's body. My aunt quickly noticed and teased, "This little guy is even more naughty
and disobedient than you."
Unexpectedly, as soon as my aunt finished speaking, she put her hand inside my pants. I froze, never expecting
my aunt to take the initiative to grab my penis. That warm hand comfortably stroked my glans,
sending that tingling, electric sensation through my entire body.
"Don't keep peeking at me while I shower. It's not good if people see you. If you feel uncomfortable, Auntie will help you, understand
?"
I hummed in agreement.
After my aunt had given me a handjob last time, our relationship suddenly became much closer
. In a young boy's heart, this felt more like being in love. I probably already considered her my girlfriend at that time
.
This feeling was especially strong after my uncle came back.
Whenever , accompanied by my aunt's moans and my uncle's deep breathing, my curiosity turned into a sour feeling
.
Finally, a week later, my uncle went back to work. Like a young couple separated for a short time, I ran
home after school and pounced on my aunt. She chuckled and said, "You're like a little wolf in heat.
Aren't you embarrassed?"
I didn't care about that anymore and reached out to touch my aunt's breasts. My aunt cried out, slightly annoyed, "Why are you squeezing
so hard? It hurts! I didn't realize you were so strong despite your small stature.
My back has been aching from rehearsals these past few days, so I'll give you a massage."
As mentioned before, my aunt worked at the cultural center, and they often had to exercise.
"How should I massage her?" I asked timidly. At that time, I didn't understand that when a woman lets you massage her, it's like giving
you a key to unlock the door to her desires. My aunt pulled my hands and placed them on her waist, saying, "Just massage here for me
a few times." I was standing on the edge of the bed, and my aunt was lying down. I massaged her with my palms without any real pain or
discomfort. After a few massages, I asked, "Is this comfortable, Aunt?"
My aunt hummed in response. At that moment, I don't know where the wicked idea came from. After massaging her for a while, I pulled open her
clothes and put my hands inside, directly touching her back. My aunt seemed unprepared, and her body trembled slightly
, but her body quickly told me that she didn't reject it. I rhythmically massaged
around . After a few massages, I felt that my aunt seemed to have fallen asleep. My hands began to slowly
explore upwards, little by little, until they reached the edge of her bra. Bras at that time were different from those now; they were
made of fabric and didn't have underwires like they do now.
And back then, my hands weren't very big, so I could slowly slip them under her bra to touch her. The moment my fingers touched her smooth
skin, my aunt reacted. "You little pervert, you're up to your old tricks again! I asked you to massage me, and you're just touching me like that.
"
But this time, while she said it, she didn't tell me to stop. I paused for a moment, then ignored her and continued touching
upwards , finally reaching the center—her nipple.
What a wonderful thing it was! My aunt's nipple was quite large, a bit like a lollipop, round
. I rubbed and played with it with my fingers, and my aunt seemed to react, because I heard the moans she only made when she and
my uncle were doing that.
At that moment, I suddenly felt incredibly proud, incredibly manly, and my fingers
pressed .
I had lost control, and my other hand reached for my aunt's buttocks. I've always thought
women 's buttocks were especially beautiful, and I still love big, round, white buttocks. I think it must be because of my aunt's
influence.
Back then, I didn't know the structure or how to play with a woman's vagina. I thought the buttocks were
a woman's last secret, so my hand only touched her buttocks and didn't go any further. My aunt seemed
quite satisfied with my actions; her body began to tremble slightly, her moans turning into soft hums, and her buttocks
slowly arched to meet the trembling of her body.
If it were me now, my hands would definitely reach down to her secret garden, my mouth would press against that
warm , tender flesh to lick, stir, and savor the most delicious tender flesh on a woman's body. But
back then, I didn't know any of that.
Just as I hesitated, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it down. My hand
touched her private parts, which were covered by a layer of hair with a groove in the middle. My fingers rubbed
back and forth my aunt let out a soft cry. I thought I had hurt her and stopped
.
My aunt said urgently, "There! It's so itchy down there, can you rub it for me like that?"
So I continued doing what I had been doing before. I think this kind of thing between men and women is innate.
After playing around for a while, I found that there was another hole there, and my finger could fit inside. I
played with it, thrusting in and out. As I played, it seemed like my aunt was getting wet. I thought she was going to pee, so I asked her
if she needed to go to the toilet. My aunt just said three words: "Don't stop."
By this time, my aunt's pants were basically down.
How ? I quietly unzipped my own pants, imagining my uncle on top of my aunt
, and I rode on top of her too. My aunt gasped and sat up in a panic, asking me what I was doing.
I said I wanted to play with my aunt like my uncle did, and she chuckled, "No, I
'm your aunt, we can't do that. This is something only husband and wife can do. Be good, let me help you down
there ."
I didn't dare to insist too much, so I had to stop. But this time, while she was helping me, she also let
me touch her breasts. We felt each other's stimulation, and I quickly ejaculated.
After that, I would often intentionally or unintentionally ask my aunt if she wanted a massage, and she would often give
me a handjob in return. This continued until I graduated from junior high and went to high school in the city. Then my uncle's company went bankrupt, and he
moved back home. We stopped. You might be disappointed, but this is the truth.
We didn't have a real sexual relationship. I think most of those stories online about having sex with aunts or older sisters are fabricated.
Yes, women's moral consciousness was still very strong in those days, especially regarding incest.
My aunt's figure has become noticeably plump. I visited her once, and as I watched her busy in the kitchen,
I imagined her bottom under her skirt must be incredibly soft and fleshy. I thought about that big bottom all day, wondering if I should
try to see how she reacted, or if I should just leave her alone.
In the end, I couldn't resist and made an excuse to visit my uncle's house one weekend. The last time
we met Chinese New Year, but back then it was winter and we were all bundled up. Seeing my aunt this time, I felt like that
familiar body had returned. She was still so fair-skinned, but definitely much fuller, with full, plump breasts—the kind of breasts typical of middle-aged
women You could tell her bra couldn't support her anymore and was sagging.
We ate lunch at my uncle's house. It had been a long time since I'd been there, and my uncle warmly invited me to stay for lunch and drinks. While eating,
he reminisced about my childhood, joking about how I used to live at their house all the time, and how he always
treated me like half a son.
Before I knew it, I was quite drunk. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands. My uncle's kitchen is very narrow,
only about a meter wide, just big enough for one person to work in. My aunt was already washing dishes. Having drunk some alcohol, I deliberately tried
to squeeze past her to wash my hands.
I moved sideways, my front overlapping her back, pretending to be
very close, moving very slowly. When I was almost facing her buttocks, I slightly nudged my already erect penis
against her. I think my aunt must have sensed my arousal; she slightly turned
her body to let me pass, saying, "You've drunk so much! Be careful. You're driving. Rest here and take a nap this afternoon before you
leave."
Looking at my aunt's reproachful expression and the blush on her face, I knew our story wasn't over yet.
Because I hadn't drunk baijiu in a long time, I had indeed drunk quite a bit that day. After lunch, I took a nap at my aunt's house to
sober up.
My aunt's house had been rebuilt into a two-story building a few years ago; it wasn't the same layout as before.
I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, my mouth was burning and dry, so I got up to get some water. As I passed my aunt's
room I stopped for no apparent reason. Suddenly, I wondered if my aunt was taking a nap and if I could see
something. Thinking about this, I inexplicably got an erection. The devil who used to spy on her while she was taking a bath suddenly
came back to my mind. So I tiptoed and pushed open the door. Through the crack, I saw that my aunt was indeed taking a nap.
She was lying on her side with her back to the door, covered with a towel blanket, but her lower body was not covered.
Although my aunt is getting older, she's still very pretty. Her pajamas are quite fashionable for a
middle-aged a light blue silk nightgown. While not like my wife's spaghetti strap style,
it's only knee-length, but her two long, white legs still attract my attention. I eagerly
tried to adjust my angle to see what was above her thighs, but just then my phone rang. My aunt
sat up abruptly at the sound. I was incredibly embarrassed, but without thinking, I blurted out, "I had
to go. I just came to say hello, but you were asleep, so I didn't want to wake you."
My aunt responded with an "oh," and I casually remarked, "Auntie, you've maintained your figure so well! You haven't changed much!"
She happily replied, "No way! I've gotten so fat now, all wrinkles! You're so good with words
!"
Despite her words, I could clearly sense a youthful joy in her expression. So, I decided
to test her, to see if she could recall our games from back then.
I casually remarked, "Where? Look at your thighs, so white and smooth! My wife's skin isn't as smooth as yours."
As I spoke I naturally went inside and sat on the edge of the bed, lightly patting her thigh.
My aunt didn't explicitly object, which secretly pleased me. It meant she still remembered our games and
experiences . My aunt has always been so beautiful. I continued to compliment her and leaned in to hug her, but she dodged this time,
blocking me with her hand: "Don't be silly, you're a father now, still so mischievous."
I didn't dare continue probing, so I exchanged pleasantries and said goodbye.
Before leaving, my aunt said to come visit more often. I wasn't sure if it was because so many years had
passed, or perhaps she had aged—she must be 49 now—or if she still couldn't accept a grown man's sexual fantasies about her.
Those days at home, I kept thinking, should I give up, or try again to see if there was still a chance?
It was the weekend again, and inexplicably, I abandoned all my plans and went to my uncle's house.
I stayed for lunch as usual, but during the meal, I intentionally or unintentionally toasted my aunt as well, hoping she'd drink
more and see if she'd be more easily aroused. It was also to bolster my own courage; honestly, under normal circumstances, I'd still
be hesitant to take that step.
After a few rounds of drinks, my uncle, as usual, was invited out to play mahjong with his friends, leaving just my aunt and me. We
chatted and reminisced about the past while drinking. After a long chat, my aunt's face became rosy, and she
told about the years gone by, mentioning that her health wasn't what it used to be, and how bad her shoulders and neck were.
Hearing this, I thought, "Isn't this a good opportunity?" I playfully put my hands on my aunt's shoulders and
said, "I used to massage you when you were little. Now my skills are even better; let me massage you again."
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but this time my aunt didn't object. She said something that made my blood boil: "
Pack up and go upstairs. What will people think if they see us downstairs?"
I knew the real show was about to begin. My excitement was stronger than ever before, almost as
intense as when I first lost my virginity.
Upstairs, I asked my aunt if she had any essential oils. She said she didn't have any, but she did have some medicated oil.
I thought, "Medicated oil is fine, it's a kind of miracle oil after all," so I took some, warmed it in my palms, and started massaging it
in.
My aunt was wearing a two-piece loungewear set today. As I gently massaged her, I could see she
was enjoying it and had her eyes closed. I made an excuse that medicated oil is hard to wash off and could easily stain her clothes, and said softly, "Let me
take off your clothes."
My aunt didn't say anything, so I decided to lift her nightgown myself. That figure I knew from my youth
was once again in front of me, still so smooth, but she had definitely gained weight, with a bit more flesh. But that's precisely the charm of a woman
her age. Seeing that my aunt didn't object, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. I just
massaged her neck with the traditional method and then moved down, touching her breasts with the back of my hand. From behind, her breasts looked
somewhat deformed because they were large and sagging under her body.
My aunt seemed genuinely drunk or deliberately avoiding the situation, remaining motionless as if asleep.
I decided to be bolder and reached for her breasts. When I touched them, she trembled
slightly—she was faking it.
But she didn't refuse this time, so I grew bolder. My hands began to roam over her
familiar yet unfamiliar breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Her nipples were large,
twice the size of my wife's, and felt interesting to touch. After a few repetitions, her nipples hardened noticeably. I
leaned down breathed into her ear, asking, "Does it feel good?"
She murmured softly, seemingly unwilling to end this wonderful experience. My penis was already erect
. I shifted my position and sat on her buttocks, my hand pressing against her plump vulva. The soft,
full flesh sent waves of sensation through my body. My aunt clearly sensed my
intentions; she snapped back to reality and told me to stop, saying it would be incredibly embarrassing if someone saw us.
I said that my aunt used to make me feel good when I was little, and I wanted to make you feel good too,
okay ?
My aunt still didn't say anything. I figured she was suffering, so I tried to push things further. I grabbed her
waistband and pulled her pants down, but she held on tightly. I had no choice but to flip her over and start biting
and licking her breasts. This way, she was busy with her lower body and couldn't focus on her upper body. She tried to push me away, but I felt her
resistance wasn't very strong. I sucked on her nipple, feeling her resistance getting weaker and her breathing
heavier. I thought I was going to succeed, but then my aunt started crying. I was stunned and
stood there, not knowing what to do.
My aunt calmed down and said, "I'm so old now, don't drag me into this. When you were little, I played with you because I saw you
were suffering . Now you're married and have a family, how can you still do this?"
Suddenly, my erection went limp, and my senses returned. I explained to myself
, "I just wanted to make my aunt feel good too. You were good to me when we were kids, so I want to be good to you too. "
"You little rascal, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're still the same as when you were little, up to no good
."
My aunt's tone wasn't scolding, but more like flirting. The atmosphere eased, and my hands
started wandering again.
My aunt said, "Why would you be interested in an old woman like me? You're only going to play with young girls now. "
I showered her with compliments, which seemed to make her happy.
"That's still the same as when we were kids. Let me help you."
My aunt started unbuckling my belt, slipping one hand inside my underwear. The feeling was indescribable
. Although I'd been with over ten women, the stimulation was completely different.
And so my aunt started massaging me with that hand again. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I forcefully
pressed her mouth down. And so, after 20 years apart, my descendants returned to where they all began.
To this day, my aunt and I have never had any physical relationship. Sometimes when I visit her,
if my uncle isn't home, I'll ask her to use her hand to make me feel good again. For her, this is the safest and most
balanced way for us to be together. As for whether anything might happen in the future, I think the chances are slim. After all,
my aunt is getting older every day, and her body can't withstand any more strain.

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