My Aunt Bo

My maternal grandmother's house had a neighbor's daughter-in-law whom I called Aunt Bo. As a child, I didn't understand aesthetics, nor did I know what kind of perspective was needed to judge a woman's beauty. But back then, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was probably under 30 at the time. Her child was also young, maybe one or two years old. Her husband was involved in organized crime, which is why he married such a beautiful woman as Aunt Bo. But he was rarely home, always coming back covered in blood. I heard from the adults that he had many women outside. I often went to her house to play. We lived in a courtyard house back then, and my grandmother's family was very poor; the house and its furnishings were very ordinary. Aunt Bo, having only recently married, had a decorated house with a very fashionable set of furniture and a sofa. I loved going to her house, and she took good care of me. I always played very close to her. What I liked most about her back then was her feet, because women dressed very conservatively back then, with only their feet exposed. Besides, they usually didn't wear socks at home. I still clearly remember how fair and clean her feet were, especially her heels, which were smooth and delicate, without any rough lines or dead skin. I was too young to understand anything then; I just wanted to get close to those feet, to smell them or touch them.

I had once glimpsed Aunt Bo's breasts while she was breastfeeding her child. She didn't seem to mind at all, but as a child, I felt it was shameful to look at such things, yet I would still steal a glance. I don't know how to describe Aunt Bo's appearance. Her greatest beauty was her fair skin, and her features possessed a classic beauty, somewhat reminiscent of Rosamund Kwan. Her eyes were large and clear. Her eyelashes were long, though not as long as those made with mascara today. Perhaps it was because there was no facial cleanser back then. Aunt Bo's face was oily and shiny, but not in a greasy way, as if she wore some kind of makeup. By my standards at the time, she was quite tall, but very well-proportioned, probably weighing less than 100 pounds, because I was too thin and small then. One night, my father came to my maternal grandmother's house drunk and caused trouble. My mother was injured, and my grandmother took her to the hospital. I was left alone at home. I cried incessantly because I had also been beaten. The neighbors all came to comfort me, and everyone offered to take me to their homes for the night, but I didn't want to go to any of them. Later, Aunt Bo took me home. To be honest, I was really happy that Aunt Bo took me home, but I still couldn't stop crying. Our family had been in turmoil all night, and the neighbors were exhausted too. Soon after I arrived at Aunt Bo's house, her in-laws went to sleep. I was supposed to sleep with them, but I kept crying and couldn't fall asleep, so I refused to lie down. The elderly people have a habit of going to bed early, and they couldn't stay with me any longer. So I had to go to sleep first.

Aunt Bo comforted me for a while and told me to go to sleep early. I listened to Aunt Bo and lay down. Aunt Bo's child slept in the same bed with her grandmother. Aunt Bo's father-in-law slept alone. He had originally told me to sleep alone as well, but it was already late at night. In Northeast China, people use heated brick beds (kang), which get cold in the latter half of the night. Because I had been crying for a long time and was shivering, Aunt Bo let me sleep with her under the same blanket. In her heart, I was just a pitiful little child, and since I was always around her, she treated me like an outsider. I wasn't used to sleeping with others; I rarely asked anyone to hold me while sleeping, except for my grandmother. But I felt an inexplicable closeness to Aunt Bo, so I was happy when she asked me to sleep with her, but not with excitement or any other complicated feelings. In those days, pajamas were a luxury; women usually slept in long underwear, often loose-fitting ones that had been worn for a long time. I took off my cotton-padded clothes, put on my long underwear, and got into bed. I was young then and didn't wear underwear, and Aunt Bo didn't wear a bra either. Firstly, poor people in Northeast China didn't have that custom. Secondly, I guess Aunt Bo probably had plenty of milk at that time, and her breasts were swollen during lactation.

Once we were in bed, Aunt Bo naturally reached her arm under my head and pulled me into her arms. I didn't dare touch her body. Aunt Bo stroked my head with one hand while comforting me, telling me not to cry and to go to sleep early, but for some reason, I was still convulsing, even though I couldn't shed any more tears. Anyone who has cried knows that this happens after crying for a long time. You need some time to calm down from the intense emotions. Aunt Bo hugged me very tightly, trying to stop me from convulsing and trembling. Because Aunt Bo was wearing a loose thermal undershirt, when she hugged me tightly, the undershirt around her lower abdomen was pressed down under her body. Because I was very thin at the time, my stomach felt very soft, full, and smooth when it touched Aunt Bo's lower abdomen. I still remember that feeling vividly. I was startled for a moment, but then I relaxed considerably. The cold of a winter night in Northeast China is unimaginable, and with the temperature dropping on the kang (heated brick bed) in the middle of the night, we had to huddle together tightly to keep warm. Seeing my awkwardness, Aunt Bo placed my hands under her armpits, squeezing them close to warm them. My hands were very cold, even touching my own skin felt icy. It was clear how kind and loving Aunt Bo was to me.

Aunt Bo had sparse armpit hair, and the flesh under the armpits is soft and warmer than normal. I placed my hands under her armpits, with only my fingers tucked in, my thumb outside. Because Aunt Bo's breasts were quite large at the time, I guessed it was due to abundant milk production. Later, I realized that Aunt Bo's breasts were actually quite large to begin with. Come to think of it, my thumb and half of my palm were right on the edge of Aunt Bo's breast; the feeling was intoxicating. I dared not move my fingers, afraid that Aunt Bo would realize I was touching her breast. At that moment, I wished time could stop and remain frozen in that instant. I rested my face on Aunt Bo's arm, my nose pressed against her chest, trying desperately to smell her scent—a woman's fragrance tinged with a hint of milk. In the darkness, I opened my eyes wide, trying to make out the shape of her breasts before me. But it was futile; the room was pitch black, let alone Aunt Bo's breasts in the bedroom. Breasts weren't unfamiliar to me; I was weaned quite late. I was recalling my own breastfeeding experiences, the feeling of her breasts and nipples in my mouth. I tried to move my head forward to get closer to Aunt Bo's breasts. The movement was incredibly slow; after what seemed like an eternity, I hadn't moved an inch. The entire movement was in my mind, but my body dared not move. I don't know how much time passed; I only knew that I could hear Aunt Bo's grandfather snoring beside me. I guessed Aunt Bo was asleep too.

When a person is asleep, their movements are not controlled by their thoughts. Suddenly, I saw Aunt Bo habitually lift her thighs and place my small feet between her legs. Many people have this habit. I also like to sleep with my legs clamped between my legs. I am very thin, and with my head in Aunt Bo's lap, my small feet could only be clamped close to her genitals. I felt very uncomfortable with my feet being surrounded by Aunt Bo's triangle. I had seen women's breasts but never women's genitals. At that time, I didn't know how a woman's urination area was different from mine. I even foolishly thought that a woman's genitals looked like a prostitute's buttocks. Thinking about it now, it's really funny. The thermal underwear was very thin and not pure cotton, so it was basically no different from bare skin. I was very nervous and couldn't sleep, and my feet were a little uncomfortable being clamped between Aunt Bo's legs for a long time, but I didn't want to take my feet out. I could only move them slightly to relieve the numbness. I unconsciously moved my feet. I knew only my big toe could move, and the moment I moved it, it could only curl upwards, accidentally touching Aunt Bo's genitals. To be honest, I didn't know what a woman's genitals looked like; I only knew they were similar to men's, located between the legs below the abdomen. But I never expected it to feel so good. It felt soft; I couldn't tell if it was from Aunt Bo's sweat in the warm bed or from her own secretions. The area my toe touched felt slightly damp. Aunt Bo didn't react, continuing to sleep soundly. Every breath she exhaled smelled so sweet. I brought my nose close to her mouth, enjoying the scent and inhaling it. At that moment, I had no moral compass. I felt it was wrong, but I couldn't control myself. I wanted to move my foot again. To be honest, I just wanted to touch Aunt Bo's genitals again. I moved it again, and it felt the same as before. I was excited. As Aunt Bo slept soundly without any reaction, I grew bolder, moving my toes from once every two or three minutes to once every few tens of seconds, and then continuously. Touching Aunt Bo's genitals, I felt her crotch getting increasingly wet, partly because my feet were sweating. Then I noticed Aunt Bo unconsciously hugging me tighter in her sleep, her legs clamping together, and her breathing becoming irregular. I was afraid Aunt Bo would wake up, but I didn't want to stop. I felt a growing urge to urinate. The feeling was intensifying. Actually, I was very timid as a child; I was never brave enough to go to the toilet alone at night or walk alone in the dark. This was a bit too much for me. Back then, as a child, I was afraid of the embarrassment of wetting the bed at someone else's house. I struggled with this feeling for a long time!

Finally

, I shook Aunt Bo awake and told her I needed to use the toilet. Aunt Bo was still half asleep. She reluctantly opened her eyes, put on my clothes, and took me to the toilet. In Northeast China, toilets are usually small, simple rooms in the courtyard with a light bulb inside.

I went into the toilet. Aunt Bo stood outside waiting, yawning occasionally. She seemed puzzled as to how I managed to urinate. And my penis was sore from holding it in. About a minute later, Aunt Bo pushed open the door and came in to ask if I was done. I told her I couldn't pee. Aunt Bo came over to look, and I tried my best to avoid her seeing me. I was also very embarrassed. But I was so small, I couldn't help it. Aunt Bo turned me around so I was facing her. The light was dim and I was short, so Aunt Bo had to squat down to look at me up close. At first, she didn't react much, just looked, then she pressed my stomach and asked if it hurt here or there. I said it didn't hurt. Aunt Bo touched my penis, and her expression changed, then she laughed.

I guess she didn't see anything wrong with my penis at first, but when she touched it, she found it was erect. Aunt Bo stood up and said it was okay, go back to sleep. But I insisted that I needed to pee. (Most men know that it's difficult for men to pee when they're erect.) Aunt Bo had no choice but to squat down and hold my penis with her hands, constantly rubbing my testicles with her palms, holding my penis with her thumb and forefinger, and telling me to push to pee. Because it was cold outside, my penis had been exposed for a long time and was very cold. Aunt Bo's hands were warm and felt very comfortable to touch. She kept rubbing my testicles, and the sensation of her fingers touching my penis was unbearable. I felt an itch in my penis. I know now that it wasn't ejaculation; a few drops of semen were just flowing out. There was no pleasure from ejaculation, just a feeling of comfort. After the semen came out, my penis went soft immediately. I was afraid to touch it; it felt unbearable. Aunt Bo used her fingers to forcefully squeeze from the base of my penis to the glans several times. Once she was sure no more semen was coming out, she let go. There were a few drops of my virgin semen on her fingers. She looked at them first, then touched the semen on her clothes, then smelled her fingers, smiled, and took me back inside.

Back inside, I immediately got into bed, feeling very tired and cold. Aunt Bo also got into bed and held me as before. But after she came in, she lifted her shirt, revealing a pair of breasts. Because of the darkness, I couldn't see them clearly, but they looked very large. Aunt Bo didn't say anything. She directly put her nipple into my mouth. I panicked at first, but I still took Aunt Bo's nipple into my mouth. That nipple was very large. In my mouth, it was like a big meatball. Later, I saw Aunt Bo's nipple during the day. The entire breast was very dark. The nipple was also almost black, or rather, a brownish color. There were many small fleshy spots on the nipple. Actually, Aunt Bo's genitals were like that too. I didn't expect that her body was so fair, so why were her genitals and breasts like that? Hehe.

I greedily sucked on Aunt Bo's nipple. Aunt Bo didn't react, she just hugged me tightly. I put my foot back into Aunt Bo's triangle area and moved my toes as before. This surprised Aunt Bo. She didn't pause for a moment, and then she lifted her buttocks. She used her hands to take off her long underwear and panties, pulling them down to her calves, and then put my foot back. This time, as I moved my toes, I discovered they slipped into a crevice—slippery, warm, and wet. Aunt Bo shuddered as soon as I entered. Then she covered our heads with the blanket and pulled us both into the bed. Once inside, the thick blanket seemed to separate us from the outside world, and I smelled a scent. I couldn't describe it. A slightly fishy yet pleasant smell. Aunt Bo grabbed my foot and used her hand to move my toes back and forth. This time, I felt my foot wasn't actually in the crevice, but rather moving back and forth between two fleshy mounds. And between those mounds was water. I thought Aunt Bo had wet the bed, because the water had already flowed down her thighs. The smell grew stronger, and my penis regained its earlier throbbing, urinating sensation. I couldn't control my feet anymore, because what attracted me most was Aunt Bo's breasts. I grabbed her breasts tightly, sucking greedily, with an urge to put the entire breast in my mouth. But my mouth was too small. It was futile. Aunt Bo was also very excited. She turned around and pulled me onto her stomach. Then she spread her legs wide and stretched them out to the sides. As soon as I was on Aunt Bo's stomach, both of her breasts were right in front of me. I quickly spat out the nipple in my mouth and bit down on Aunt Bo's other nipple. Maybe I bit too hard, because Aunt Bo felt a pain and slapped my buttocks. There was a "smack" sound, and then she immediately stopped all movement. I also stopped moving, afraid of waking my sleeping parents-in-law. But they continued to sleep soundly without any reaction. Aunt Bo wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled down my long underwear. My penis and testicles immediately came into contact with Aunt Bo's vulva, which was full of vaginal fluid. Aunt Bo's vaginal fluid was so much that I felt a little dirty. She touched my little penis and tried to force it into her vagina, but unfortunately, it was too small at that time. Even if it was aroused, it wouldn't work. I think it's a miracle that I could ejaculate, let alone have intercourse. But Aunt Bo still put it in. As soon as I entered, my penis was overwhelmed by the feeling; it was so comfortable. There was still a lot of space inside. I wanted to keep pushing my penis all the way in, but I just couldn't get it in because it was too short.

At this moment, Aunt Bo hooked her legs around my back and tried to push forward, but I couldn't get it in and out. Because if I pulled it out even slightly, my penis would fall out. In the end, Aunt Bo had no choice but to hook her legs around me tightly and then wiggle her buttocks. This feeling sent me to heaven. My whole stomach was covered in Aunt Bo's vaginal fluid. Because Aunt Bo was holding my waist, I couldn't reach her breasts, so I started kissing her stomach. I rolled my tongue back and forth inside her navel. Aunt Bo didn't make a sound or make any big movements. After about a minute, I ejaculated again, but it was just a feeling of pleasure. I don't know how much I ejaculated, probably just a few drops. I was afraid that I wouldn't want to move at all on Aunt Bo's stomach, and neither did she. After a while, she put me down and pulled down her underwear. She pressed it against her vaginal opening and moved it hard. Then she put it to her nose and smelled it. Then she put it under her pillow. She turned over and hugged me. I could feel that she was covered in sweat, and I was very tired, so I fell asleep with her nipple in my mouth.

Aunt Bo got up before dawn. I slept until after 10 a.m. For a while afterward, I tried to get close to Aunt Bo. But she was always indifferent to me, never acknowledging me in front of others. At the time, I couldn't understand why, but now I think she was afraid others would notice. Not long after, about two months later, I went to her house to watch TV. In her room, her in-laws had another room. They slept together. Her room was the one they used when they got married; they bought a Simmons mattress instead of a heated brick bed, so they couldn't sleep there at night. When I went to her room to watch TV, she told me I couldn't tell anyone. So I never told anyone. Later, when I grew up and reached middle school, I knew everything. Of course, I learned it from watching porn. I went to see her once, hoping she would have sex with me again. She was almost 40 then, but she was very well-maintained. We hugged and kissed for a long time under the bridge by the river. But it wasn't convenient. She didn't let me penetrate her; she used her hand to help me ejaculate.

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