A true account of incest

I've thought about this for a long time and feel it's necessary to tell my story. I have to admit that the word "incest" is thought-provoking and disgusting, because traditional Chinese morality cannot tolerate it. I had sexual relations with her—my aunt—because I fell in love with her. Although we both suppressed our desires, we ultimately crossed that line. I now have to admit that sex is human nature, not just for reproduction. Especially for emotional beings, the deeper the love, the more painful the suppression! This led to the later outburst. Five years ago, I was assigned to a famous construction company in Wuhan for my university internship. Wuhan was completely unfamiliar to me; even now, I still consider myself just a passerby. At that time, my family gave me my aunt's address, and I was overjoyed. At least I had a place to stay, and more importantly, a place in my heart: I didn't care how much hardship I had endured during my four years away from home, except for that feeling of being adrift. When I met my aunt that time, we hadn't seen each other for 13 years. When she picked me up in a white Honda, I simply couldn't believe I had such a wealthy relative. What surprised me even more was that my aunt looked younger than me, despite being eight years older! I stared blankly at the woman before me—high ponytail, fair and smooth skin, a white dress, and sunglasses. How could I recognize her? "What's wrong, Xiao Jian?" my aunt said, taking off her sunglasses. "Let's go home!" she smiled. She was as fresh and elegant as a jasmine flower. Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, an oval face—my mother always said my aunt was a beauty, and now I truly understood. When we arrived at my aunt's house, it was very large and spacious. As soon as we put our luggage down, my aunt said, "We haven't been in touch for 13 years. I've been so eager to visit you. Your mother and I have relied on each other since we were little…sigh! We're always busy, it's too far! Seeing your ambition makes me truly happy." A faint sadness welled up in my aunt's eyes. I was filled with bitterness and sorrow, and I felt a deep respect and admiration for my aunt! Actually—my aunt's marriage wasn't as rosy as her appearance. My uncle was in the trading business, and those years the business was lucrative, making him quite wealthy. My aunt came to Wuhan from a remote village at 15 to attend a vocational school, and after graduation, she was assigned to work at a bank. We lost contact after that. I learned from my aunt that after my uncle became rich, he indulged in a life of debauchery, neglecting his business. Finally, he ran off with another woman, taking all his assets. My aunt took over and, through connections, restored the business to its former glory. When my uncle returned, my aunt divorced him without hesitation, giving him a sum of money to settle things. Our relationship was built up little by little. My aunt was very busy with her business, with many social engagements. She rarely came home, so when I came, I helped with housework, such as carrying gas cylinders, buying rice, washing clothes, and cooking. Waiting for her to come home for dinner… honestly, that feeling of home was wonderful! My internship was very relaxed, and when I had nothing to do, I would rent VCDs, which were very popular at the time. After renting a lot, I became familiar with the owner, and occasionally he would give me a few adult DVDs. At 24, full of youthful vigor, I just watched a Japanese one. The scenes of men and women entwined on screen made me feel hot all over, my heart racing. My penis remained erect for hours. Primal instincts surged through my blood; I felt like I was about to ejaculate! I stroked my penis against the screen, putting on a condom for the first time, but felt nothing, just numbness. To calm myself down, I went to the bathroom for a cold shower. It was early summer. In the bathroom, it was fine at first. But as the shower gel lubricated my skin, my penis immediately became erect. I instinctively rubbed it with my glans, and a wave of pleasure surged from my glans. I closed my eyes. The pleasure traveled down my spine to my brain. I quickly squeezed some shower gel onto my palms and put it on my penis and glans. It was itchy and numb; I almost trembled, feeling weak. So I sat on the floor and completed the mechanical action, speeding up the process, putting on the condom, the condom, the condom... I only felt warm... [free link: www988msc]The thought of wanting to release that sexual desire through my body made me lift my buttocks and contract my anus. I felt it! I gasped and growled... and my semen came out. This was the first time I had ever masturbated. My body was weak, but I felt ashamed, lost, and uneasy. The repression of sexual desire is fatal! Due to the climate, Wuhan was particularly hot, and my aunt's business was less. I had more time to go home and gradually discovered that my aunt was very persistent in her feelings. Due to the failure of her marriage, she paid special attention to the character of men. She never easily trusted men and never relied on them. My aunt was very romantic. Every smile and gesture of hers had a lot of charm. I think this was honed by life. My aunt's thinking was very fashionable and avant-garde. She valued enjoyment and pursued a little romance. For example—"Xiao Jian, don't cook. Let's go out to eat." My aunt came out of the bedroom and walked around the living room in her underwear. I ran out of the kitchen and bumped into her. I quickly lowered my head, blushing and not saying a word. "What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen your girlfriend like this before?" My aunt was very magnanimous, her expression devoid of any impure thoughts. She looked surprised when I told her I'd never been in a relationship. Actually, it's just a difference in mindset and lifestyle. Watching my aunt walk into the bedroom to change, her firm, pert buttocks and slender waist making my penis erect, but without a trace of lust, I felt nothing. After she came out, my aunt said, "Xiao Jian, don't be shy. Life should be like this, just like me. By the way, I'm not that much older than you. You're so old now, if you're embarrassed to call me 'Auntie,' just call me by my name, I don't mind." My God, would I dare call my aunt by her name? I didn't know how to answer. But my aunt took my arm, "Come on, stop standing there!" Her tone was relaxed, and I felt much more at ease! That time, my aunt took me to a coffee shop and a movie theater. It was a luxury I'd never imagined! However, something else happened that very night. On our way back, as I locked the iron gate to my aunt's garage, a few drunk young men stopped her, groping her. When I rushed over after hearing an argument, I saw a hand already inside her private parts, hurling insults. "Stop!" I yelled, but they didn't stop; instead, they tore off my aunt's underwear. "Who do you think you are?" I charged forward, fist in hand, shouting, "She's my girlfriend!" I fought with all four of them. I was knocked to the ground, and they brutally beat me with various objects for 15 minutes. My aunt cried and screamed until nearby residents arrived, and the thugs dispersed. My right hand seemed paralyzed, my waist ached terribly, and my head was bleeding profusely. When I got up, I wrapped my own clothes around my aunt's waist. She kept sobbing. I told her I was fine, that I wouldn't stand idly by and watch a woman be bullied, even if I didn't know her. My aunt supported me, nodding and crying... To take care of me, my aunt brought all her company belongings home. Young people have boundless energy, and I recovered almost completely in a few days. But she was still worried, helping me wash every time I showered, which made me very embarrassed. She insisted, perhaps out of guilt and gratitude. The most embarrassing moment was that time. "Here, the warm water is ready. Take off your clothes." I was deeply moved; no woman had ever cared for me so attentively. I lay in the bathtub, wearing only a pair of briefs. I have a lot of pubic hair and a large penis. I was really embarrassed but also longed to experience that tenderness. My aunt's hands, wet with shower gel, gently wiped my chest, and I felt a little dizzy. I could clearly feel my desire being aroused, both nervous and excited, both hopeful and hesitant. I simply closed my eyes, unable to look at her. My penis was sticking out of the water, and I occasionally glanced at her. My aunt was already drenched in sweat, her face flushed, shy and silent—the reserve of a young girl was evident in her. I could see her cleavage through her hair; her large, white breasts swayed, the outline of her panties clearly visible, her buttocks bouncing up and down, her shapely calves clean and delicate. I don't remember how I spent that night… When I lay in bed, my mind was filled with images from the VCD and fantasies of my aunt's naked body. I sat on the edge of the bed, took out my hard, throbbing penis, and began to masturbate. There were breasts I'd seen before, a woman's mysterious vagina, and the frozen image of my penis entering her. I ejaculated again, thoroughly satisfied! When I went to the bathroom, I saw the light from the television in my aunt's room. My heart skipped a beat: those pornographic discs were still on the VCD player; would my aunt find out? I went to the window. What I saw shocked me: my aunt was watching pornographic discs and masturbating! She lay diagonally on the bed, one leg bent over. I could see her sparse pubic hair, a flat stomach, and a figure that rivaled any celebrity, as my aunt had never had children. Her breasts were smooth, firm, and showed no signs of sagging. She covered her genitals with one hand and stroked her chest with the other, her long hair falling loosely. I could see the veins in her neck bulging, as if she were moaning, but I couldn't hear her. It was enough to excite me. My penis, still erect from ejaculation, was erect again, the brown shaft like a python, ready to strike. But I didn't have the courage to imagine having sex with my aunt, despite my intense sexual hunger. I slowly retreated, but accidentally knocked over a glass on the windowpane with a "crash." I was so scared I couldn't move. "Xiao Jian, is that you?" "Yes." The door opened, and my aunt covered herself with the sheet and burst into tears. I was at a loss. "This... DVD. Did you rent it?" "Yes." "Wait a minute, I want... I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, okay... okay?" I acquiesced. "Come in, Xiao Jian!" I went in and sat on the floor. My aunt spoke. "Actually, I'm having a hard time! I have to support myself. I have no one to rely on, it's so tiring!" "I know, Aunt. I've always admired you! Actually, with your good qualities, you should find a man, right?" I comforted her. "Men with money aren't human, Xiao Jian, you can't become like that! I don't expect to find a good one, but when I need someone, I can find someone to take care of me anywhere with money." My aunt's tone was calm and honest. "You mean...? Haven't you ever met anyone who's good to you? Haven't you ever been attracted to any man around you?" "There have been people who are good to me, and there have been people I've been attracted to. If it weren't for you—my nephew—who saved me that day, how wonderful that would have been! Sincere, upright, brave, honest, and I feel safe! Sigh—how could you say I'm your girlfriend?" My aunt had moved closer to me, the faint scent of her perfume creating a very ambiguous feeling. It made me impulsively act again! "That time, I felt like you were my girlfriend. We played together until late at night. You only do that with your girlfriend!" I said honestly, not wanting my aunt to put her head on my back, put her hands on my shoulders and laugh. "You naughty little man! What? Are you trying to make me feel surprised?""I still...?" "I'm telling the truth!" I protested. My aunt's expression turned serious. "Fine, tell the truth, why are you watching porn?" I lowered my head. "What young person wouldn't want to watch something like this?" "Okay, do you think I'm young? Can I watch it?" I nodded. "Then let's watch it together!" Huh? I really wanted to do that. I just didn't dare say it. "Go, get some Coke from the fridge!" My aunt went to get a porn disc. I was secretly pleased... I came in and saw the screen and felt the images were unfamiliar. Oh. My aunt also had a collection of these. This was a classic pornographic film. Chinese subtitles, and I was already erect. The atmosphere of the couple making love was good, intense, unrestrained, and novel. It was the first time I had ever watched a European pornographic film. "Hey, you can't watch too much, you can't handle it!" My aunt said jokingly. "If I can't handle it, I'll masturbate!" I replied casually. "Is it like this? Really don't have a girlfriend? Let me introduce you to one." My aunt pointed to the screen, which showed two men and one woman. One was kissing a woman's genitals, while the other was masturbating. I watched with heightened lust and complete focus. My aunt's voice was noticeably weak, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. The TV showed a woman giving oral sex; the actress was very into it, manipulating a large penis in her mouth, sometimes slapping the glans with her tongue, sometimes enveloping and sucking, even sucking the testicles. Especially the moans and groans, so intensely pleasurable. Another scene was a close-up of intercourse, the woman's labia, clitoris, pink, so vibrant, such tender and wet labia, pulling out a penis, rubbing the glans against the vaginal opening, then spreading them apart, positioning the glans against the vaginal opening, inserting, penetrating, the vaginal fluid coating the penis, feeling so lubricated. The sounds coming from it made us tremble. Seeing such intoxicating images, our desire was melting us. I couldn't thank her, and let out a low growl, my semen about to gush out. My aunt stroked her neck, her eyes glazed over, panting heavily. I rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. Just as I pulled off my underwear, the door opened! My aunt staggered, her cheeks flushed. "Xiao Jian, let me help you! Don't worry, nothing will happen." Seeing my hesitation, she said, "Masturbation is normal, I've seen it all! Come on. I'll help you, it'll feel good." Without another word, she grasped my penis. I trembled, my feelings a jumble. Why was my aunt like this? Didn't she care about the boundaries between men and women? My aunt rhythmically stroked it, and I saw my glans rolling inside the foreskin. Instead of pleasure, I felt a wave of disgust. I started shivering. My aunt asked me what was wrong. I said I was scared, and a little embarrassed. My penis turned from dark red to black and immediately went limp. The sulcus of my glans still hurt a little. My aunt said, "You're under a lot of psychological pressure, especially regarding your attitude towards sex. Sex is wonderful; if you feel pleasure, then do it. Listen to me, relax. I'm here to guide you; don't worry about anything, this is just our secret. Come on, relax!" I lay down in the bathtub, added a little water, and said, "Without lubrication, it hurts a little!" My aunt then grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all around my penis, repeatedly urging me to relax and enjoy it. Fueled by my aunt's words and the atmosphere, I went for it. I faced this kind of sex with complete composure—my aunt was teaching me how to masturbate!

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