[Urban] The Adulterous Mother Who Used the Toilet - 13-15

The Adulterous Mother Part 2
(Chapter 1)

"Ah—kmogi—ee—ee—kmogi—ah—iku—ikuyo!" Through the earphones, incomprehensible yet incredibly alluring moans of a female porn star filled the air. A Japanese erotic AV was playing on the computer. Sitting before the screen, my gaze was burning, my eyes glued to the lewd scene of male-female intercourse. My lower body was also naked, my right hand frantically masturbating my short but thick penis. Soon, a strong wave of pleasure surged through my sensitive glans. My breathing quickened, and in the climax, milky white semen gushed out like an arrow.

Quickly, the floor under the computer desk and my right hand were covered in the still-warm, white, sticky substance. A faint stench seemed to permeate the small room.

"Phew," after a while, exhausted and weak from masturbation, I let out a long sigh and slumped into my chair. The pornographic video was still playing on the computer screen, but I had no interest in watching it. I just closed my eyes, experiencing the intense dizziness after ejaculation and the slight emptiness in my cerebral cortex.

At the same time, the image of a mature, charming, noble, and elegant woman slowly surfaced in my mind. In a daze, the image of that woman seemed to gradually overlap with the Japanese actress in the pornographic video, moaning and panting, her breasts swaying and her hips shaking—just as my mind was wavering and my soul was captivated, my phone, which was on the computer desk, rang with a text message. I had to stop my daydreaming, sit up, and pick up my phone with my left hand, which was free of semen, to check the message.

It was from my mother, informing me that she and my father would be working overtime at the factory tonight, and that I should take care of dinner myself. After reading and replying, I, who was already used to their behavior, tossed the phone onto the bed next to me and then began cleaning up the semen residue on my hands and the floor.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Liu Haijian, and I am a student in the vocational high school in the county. My parents both work at a plastic parts processing factory in the county. I've always been introverted and shy, not good at talking, so I was often bullied. Over the years, from elementary school to middle school and vocational school, out of all my classmates, only one person was close to me and never bullied me. That

person was He Jun, a sunny boy who was smarter than me when we were young and even more handsome than me as we grew up. Before, I would have genuinely envied him. He was handsome, needless to say, and also excelled academically. We were classmates from elementary to middle school. He consistently ranked in the top five in the class in every test. He even easily got into high school.

But what about me? I failed the entrance exam by more than ten points and ended up in this mediocre vocational school. Besides academics, I couldn't compare to him in anything else. I was completely outmatched at things like pinball, cards, arcade games, and billiards. For the nine years we were classmates, we lived in the same neighborhood, so we went to and from school together almost every day.

He was also much quicker to learn new things than I was. He taught me computer games, and he took me to my first internet cafe. He learned all those single-player and online games like *Red Alert*, *Age of Empires*, *The Legend of Sword and Fairy*, *Xuan-Yuan Sword*, *Stone Age*, *Jin Yong's Heroes*, and *Legend of Mir* before teaching me how to play.

But that wasn't all I envied about him. The main reason, arguably the most important, was his incredibly beautiful mother—Shen Xiuqin. Before, especially during elementary school, because my parents were so busy with work, I often had nowhere to eat dinner. Back then, He Jun would always take me to his house for dinner. His mother was incredibly kind and friendly, and her cooking was always delicious.

Every time I ate at his house, I would devour the food like a glutton. He Jun's gentle and refined father, and Aunt Shen, never looked down on me for my poor table manners. Aunt Shen would even keep adding rice and food to my plate. Sometimes, if I choked from eating too fast, she would gently bring me water like a mother would. Back then, she was as beautiful as a fairy in my eyes, and I would blush after just a few words with her.

So many years have passed, but Aunt Shen remains the most perfect woman in my heart. As I developed physically, this vague infatuation transformed into a source of desire. Unconsciously, I learned to masturbate, and every time I masturbated, my sexual fantasies revolved around Aunt Shen. Her exquisite face, her voluptuous figure, her long, fair legs—everything about her could induce a rapid erection in my penis, followed by an even more forceful ejaculation.

Two years ago, if I did something so despicable, I would always feel a pang of guilt for defiling the goddess.

But now, that guilt has vanished without a trace. Sometimes I even have a fleeting urge to try and kiss her. Because times have changed, and people have changed too. Apart from still being short and gradually gaining weight, I'm completely different from how I was back then. Since starting vocational school, those of us without the pressure of the college entrance exam have completely relaxed. Plus, the learning atmosphere in these schools isn't great to begin with, so I just drifted along with everyone else, adopting a "get by" attitude. I've participated in everything from going to bars and fighting to gambling.

Gradually, I've become indifferent to others' teasing, jokes, and even bullying, letting it all go in one ear and out the other. Because I understand that we're all just disappointed people pushed off the single-plank bridge of the college entrance exam; who's more noble than whom? It's all just the pot calling the kettle black

.

I've changed, and He Jun's family has also undergone a dramatic transformation in the past two years. Aunt Shen, the most beautiful and gentle woman in my heart, had abandoned her family and had an affair with a man supposedly more than ten years younger than her. Uncle He, heartbroken, left to work in another city.

When I heard this news from my parents' casual conversation, I was saddened for several days, even skipping school to spend countless hours online in internet cafes, trying to forget this shocking news. I didn't dare call He Jun, because I knew very well that he couldn't bear such a blow either. Besides, after graduating from junior high school, we went to different schools, and our contact wasn't as frequent anymore. Asking him about such a shameful thing now would surely result in his scolding.

Later, as I expected, I finally ran into him before the national college entrance examination. When I mustered up the courage to ask him about Aunt Shen, his face immediately turned sour. Seeing him like that, I didn't ask any further. After all, he was my best friend since childhood. Seeing his melancholy expression, I felt bad too.

But after some time, by chance, I learned something even more shocking.

It was a summer night, and I was walking home after saying goodbye to my classmates who had gone to the internet cafe to play online games. Passing a small eatery that specialized in late-night snacks and cold drinks in the summer, I went in, feeling a bit hungry. I ordered a plate of cold noodles and a watermelon shaved ice and started eating.

The eatery was neatly decorated, with just a few tables. Behind my table, four young men were also sitting together, loudly eating and drinking. I recognized two of them from several bars in our school and the county town; one was named Da Dong, and the other Guang Feng. They were both students at the same school as He Jun. Not only that, I had also heard from other classmates that they had ambiguous relationships with two of the school's most popular beauties—Ji Xiaomei and Zhuge Shanshan from the tour guide class. He Jun had asked about these two women before. Since I wasn't familiar with them, I only gave them a brief introduction.

Before long, the four of them began loudly boasting without any restraint about their experience with women, claiming they'd slept with countless girls in bar or nightclub restrooms, some of whom were still virgins. I calmly ate my cold noodles and shaved ice, listening intently to their conversation. Then, a rather gruff voice from the back said, "In this business, none of you, including me, are as good as my cousin. He's got them all, big and small, and he never misses a chance." "That's right, that's right. Of course, Kai is amazing." The other three echoed this sentiment

. "Heh, like that last time, uh, Da Dong, what was that woman's name?" the first one asked. "Shen Xiuqin. She's the mother of one of our students," Da Dong quickly replied. Hearing this, I was stunned. Just then, the first one continued:

"Yeah, that's the woman. Damn, she's a real gem. She's not some shady character, just a pure, mature beauty! I was stunned the first time I saw her. I thought, 'Are there really such beautiful middle-aged women?'

But there was nothing I could do; my cousin had her, so I couldn't sleep with her." He took a sip of his beer and continued, "My cousin once told me that woman, even before she took her clothes off, she made my heart race. Once she did, her figure, skin, breasts, and moaning were indescribably good. Just fuck her down there." "Like waves, one after another, and it climaxes quickly. After a while, my whole body goes limp, unlike some of these young girls nowadays, damn it, they scream and kick when I fuck them, no fun at all." "Hehe, yeah! And that time was the most exciting, Kai called that woman over. Who knew her son would come along too, that kid was pretty arrogant at first. But what happened later?

His mother was licking Kai's dick right in front of him! Tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes my dick hard!" Just after the first person finished speaking, Da Dong said these words with a wicked smile.

My heart suddenly raced, because I knew that the mature beauty he was talking about was my good friend He Jun's mother, and also my goddess - Aunt Shen. Just as I was lost in thought, a voice rang out beside me: "Damn! Stop talking, Da Dong. Damn, just listening to you makes my dick hard. Come on, let's drink. After we finish, Benliang's on the treat. How about we go to the bathhouse to relieve some heat?"

"Sure! Anyway, it's been a while since we've had any fun. Tonight it's my treat, everyone don't hold back, have some fun." The guy who spoke first, called Benliang, said in a gruff voice. The other three immediately agreed, and a chaotic clatter of drinks and clinking glasses erupted behind me. Hearing this, I got up to pay the bill and left the snack shop.

After learning about Aunt Shen's affairs, my feelings became even more complicated. On one hand, Aunt Shen was the mother of my only good friend since childhood, and I couldn't just casually defile or insult her. On the other hand, I was deeply attracted to her wanton behavior. The gentle, elegant, and refined image she used to maintain in front of me had vanished. Torn between these conflicting thoughts, my mind became increasingly chaotic and depressed.

Thankfully, about two months after the accident at the snack shop, Aunt Shen, whom I had been longing for and unable to stop thinking about, moved into the apartment above mine. This incredible news made me uncontrollably happy; for days I smiled at everyone I met, my chubby face always rosy. My classmates and parents thought I had suffered some kind of shock, and my mother even worriedly wanted to take me to the hospital for a checkup.

That day, she and her son were tidying up the apartment upstairs, and I went to help. It had been a long time since I'd seen her, but she was still the same as before, radiating the infinite charm and elegance of a mature woman. Every gesture, every smile, was as gentle and kind as ever. While I was helping, He Jun kept making good-natured jokes about my figure.

I wasn't angry; besides our special relationship, I think her presence was also a very important factor.

Later, my own quip made her laugh, and in that instant, her radiant smile captivated me, leaving me utterly mesmerized.

After cleaning the house, the three of us went to eat together. I tried my best to be polite at the table.

The three of us ate and chatted just like when we used to eat at her house, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. After dinner, the mother and son wanted to take a walk in the neighborhood, so I said goodbye and went home so as not to disturb them. After entering the house, I went back to my room and opened the window, secretly watching downstairs. About half an hour later, I saw them appear at the window facing downstairs. I saw them say a few more words and then she went into the building. Somewhat disappointed, I stood at the window in a daze when He Jun, who was still standing downstairs, looked up.

So I quickly hid back inside, my heart pounding involuntarily. A few minutes later, I returned to the window, and after seeing him walk away, I closed the window. At the same time, I clenched my fingers and finally made up my mind: "I must! I must have her! Because I like her—" "Yes! I must have her! Because I like her!" At this moment, after cleaning up the residue from my masturbation, I silently repeated this to myself again. But as soon as I finished thinking, my stomach growled.

"Hey! I'll fill it up first!" I sighed, rubbing my fat belly. Then, I stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen.

(Chapter Two)

Withered yellow leaves swayed in the wind and drifted around. Crystal snowflakes fell from the sky. A thin layer of sparse, white, and transparent snowflakes covered the lawn and cement path in the community. At this moment, I was carrying a bag of rice on the road in the community. My feet made a "crunch, crunch" sound as I stepped on the ground. The sound of my footsteps crushing the ice shards was extremely pleasant to me, and hearing it, the heavy bag of rice on my shoulder seemed to become very light. I carried it and hurried towards my apartment building—

time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Aunt Shen had been living upstairs for over three months. During this time, I deliberately observed her every move. I

also frequently went upstairs to her place under the pretext of He Jun visiting her. Perhaps because our families were already familiar with each other, she not only didn't mind, but she also treated me with great hospitality every time I visited. Because of this, my already excellent relationship with He Jun became even stronger, like family.

Sometimes, on weekends, the two of us would go to internet cafes or nightclubs together, just like we did in junior high. What surprised me even more was that He Jun had actually become a couple with Zhuge Shanshan, the beauty from our school. I remember the first time he brought Zhuge Shanshan to meet me; I was stunned. Seeing their affectionate display, I was incredibly envious. Comparison is the thief of joy! This guy is not only better looking than me, but also smarter, and now he's become incredibly generous with his money.

Whenever we go out, we almost never need to carry cash; he always pays first for everything. He's always dressed in designer brands. And me? I'm less than 1.7 meters tall, have a round face, and am quite overweight. My monthly allowance is less than 400 yuan.

The school I went to was a bunch of hooligans and thugs. It's like comparing heaven and earth.

Luckily, I'm fairly easygoing, and He Jun is my best friend, so I'm not too jealous.

Besides, I currently have some serious feelings for his mother. Getting on his good side is the first step to achieving my goal. So, with half-hearted, half-joking contact, He Jun, completely unsuspecting, gradually revealed some details about Aunt Shen's life after her divorce. She had lived with a young man named Xia Tianhong for a while. Later, they broke up, and she went to Ningzhou to do business, where she made some money. As for how she earned the money and why she returned to the county town, he was vague and unclear.

I was very interested in all of this. But he wouldn't tell me, and I didn't want to force him, so I temporarily gave up the idea of finding out. However, I went to Aunt Shen's house with him more and more often. During that time, she was busy opening a chain of franchised children's clothing stores. Sometimes He Jun and I would go to the shop she rented on Maohua Street to help out. Maohua Street is located next to the most prosperous area of the county, and it's always bustling with people. Aunt Shen told me that the rent for her shop, which was less than 30 square meters, was 60,000 yuan a year. Although it was expensive, considering the location, foot traffic, and other factors, it was actually very cost-effective.

Seeing his mother working so hard, handling everything related to opening the shop, He Jun felt very sorry for her. But he had to go to school and lived at school, so he didn't have enough time to help her. So he thought of me and asked me to go to the shop more often when I had free time. This was exactly what I wanted. My school wasn't very strict with students like us who weren't exactly law-abiding. It was common for students to skip classes for a week, two weeks, or even a month. Under these circumstances, I readily agreed to He Jun's offer.

Afterwards, when the children's clothing store opened, going there every day to check on things and help out with Aunt Shen became my most anticipated part of the day.

At first, she did criticize me. She told me that I should focus on my studies at school and not worry my parents about my education. She said I shouldn't be coming to her store all the time, saying it would be embarrassing for her if my parents found out. But after I presented the facts, argued my case, played dumb, and finally brought up He Jun, and the two of us persuaded her together, she gradually acquiesced. Later, she even jokingly offered to pay me a salary a few times. I just laughed it off and didn't take it seriously.

Over time, Aunt Shen really got used to my presence in her store. She and the saleswoman Xiao Na, whom she had hired, would often discuss my figure in front of me. Sometimes, during quiet moments in the shop, the two of them would huddle together and chat about women's topics. I would pretend to be oblivious and sneak over to eavesdrop.

The result was always a playful scolding from them, while I would feign innocence and look pitiful. This close contact gradually gave me a deeper understanding of her. She was genuinely warm and sincere in her business dealings and in her interactions with people, never hypocritical. She was also very talkative and enjoyed fashionable things. She would never belittle someone like me, whose appearance wasn't as striking, because of her own beauty. But at the same time, I noticed a subtle sadness flickering in her expression at certain moments. This sadness would immediately surface when families of three, parents with their children, came to shop.

This unintentional display of sadness made me feel melancholic and worried for her—"Oh! She's actually suffering inside!" At that moment, carrying a bag of rice on my shoulder, I thought of those climbing the stairs, step by step. As the Spring Festival approached, business at the children's clothing store gradually began to pick up. She and Xiaona were so busy they barely had time to rest. It wasn't until almost 5 PM that she remembered she was out of rice. So I volunteered to go buy some for her. Without a second thought, she gave me the room key and some money.

With a "whoosh," I unlocked the door, went to the kitchen, and dumped the rice into the empty rice container. My arms were a little sore after I put down the bag, but I didn't care. I immediately took out my phone and called her. She answered quickly: "Hello! Haijian, are you done?" Her voice was very gentle and sweet. I was momentarily stunned before replying, "Yes, Auntie. Is there anything else I can do?" "Thank you! No need for anything else. Just stay here, I'll come back and cook for you later!" she said.

Curious, I asked her, "What? Are you closing early today?" "Yes!" she said affirmatively, then paused before adding, "Xiaojun has the day off today. He'll probably be coming to my place soon. I just called him, and he'll be there in about half an hour. I also told him you've already arrived." "Oh, then I'll open the door for him when he gets there." After saying that, I hung up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. After

washing my hands, I looked around; I was alone in the room. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. So I slowly walked into her bedroom. Her bed wasn't too big or too small, the sheets were light blue, and the blankets were neatly folded. I bent down and leaned close to the pillow, smelling a faint fragrance—it must be her body scent!

Reluctantly, I stood up and opened the bedside table drawer. On the bottom shelf were some women's stockings and underwear. The stockings were mostly flesh-colored. As I was browsing, a pair of black lace panties caught my eye. It was the first time I'd ever seen panties like this; the entire front was almost entirely open, with a floral knot at the center of the top edge. I touched it; it was real silk, smooth and soft. I couldn't help but bring it to my nose, trying to find its lingering fragrance.

At that moment, an impulse surged within me, an uncontrollable inner demon. So I unzipped my pants, and my already swollen penis sprang out. Perhaps due to excessive masturbation recently, it had grown quite a bit, the round glans resembling a small helmet. I covered my engorged penis with the panties. Instantly, a wondrous feeling washed over me; my mind was filled with her, the silk fabric throbbing in my hands. I felt as if I were walking on clouds, a wonderful, indescribable sensation.

Just as I was excitedly masturbating, holding the lace panties, barely able to contain my excitement, about to ejaculate… "Bang, bang, bang," came a knock on the door, accompanied by He Jun's shouts, "Open the door, Haijian, open the door quickly!" My burning heart cooled down instantly at his antics. Without thinking, I quickly put my aunt's lace panties back where they were, pulled up my pants, calmed myself, and went to open the door.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" He Jun asked as he rushed into the bathroom to urinate. "Uh, nothing." After saying that, I took a few deep breaths when he wasn't looking, and then said again, "I just got here too. Look, my face is all red from carrying rice for your mom." "Hehe, thank you for your hard work." He finished urinating, pulled up his pants, and came out, saying this as he walked. Seeing his carefree demeanor, I laughed and said, "Come on, just consider it my hard work in exercising and sticking to my diet." "Come on, let's go downstairs and satisfy our cravings." He gestured to me while already belting his pants.

I agreed and handed him the room key. Then we went downstairs together, and after standing under a tree in front of the building, he tossed me a cigarette. "Damn! Su Yan! You're really rich now!" I said, sniffing the cigarette and enjoying its aroma. He didn't answer, but quickly lit his cigarette and squatted down to smoke. I then squatted down next to him, lit mine, took a puff, and asked him with a relaxed expression, "How's it going with Shan Shan lately?" Upon hearing my question, his expression became a little unnatural. Seeing this, I asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?" "It's nothing really," he said, exhaling a puff of smoke, and then continued,

"When we first got together, things were fine, but now I always feel a bit awkward. You know she's doing an internship at a travel agency now, but I'm still a student, and next year I'll be going to university in another city. So we can only get together occasionally. I don't know how she feels, but I don't feel good about it. We'll break up eventually." I didn't have any good ideas for his confusion, so I just patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't think so much about it. We'll deal with the future later! We're just ordinary people; we can't plan ahead like those big shots."

"Yeah! Hehe, look at me, I'm so attached to appearances, so attached to appearances," he laughed self-deprecatingly after hearing my advice. I smiled at his words, but soon I thought to myself, "He Jun, you probably don't know this yet, but I've fallen for your mother. You can confide your troubles to me, but who can I tell my troubles to?" At 7:45 p.m., He Jun, Aunt Shen, and I sat down at the dining table to eat.

The rice was cooked by He Jun and me before Aunt Shen arrived. When she came back, to save time and effort, she brought back hot dishes from a restaurant. During the meal, she sat at the head of the table, constantly putting food on our plates and praising my performance at the children's clothing store to He Jun. I felt a little embarrassed, my face flushed.

But at the same time, the joy deep inside me was indescribable.

After the meal, perhaps because his mother always praised me, and wanting to show his filial piety, He Jun volunteered to wash the dishes in the kitchen, and Aunt Shen agreed. Meanwhile, I went to the balcony, gazing blankly at the stars. A moment later, I heard her voice from behind: "Haijian." Hearing her call, I quickly turned around. She was wearing a beige round-neck wool sweater and dark trousers. The sweater softly outlined her beautiful curves. Her long hair was styled in a bun, revealing her snow-white neck. Her thighs, encased in trousers, were shapely and full, and her delicate feet wore pink cotton slippers.

Just as I was admiring her beauty, she took a red envelope from her pocket, her expression gentle and her smile warm as she said to me, "Here, this is for you. Consider it an early New Year's gift from Auntie." Before I could even reply, she had already placed the envelope in my hand.

I was caught off guard, and my words came out haltingly: "Ah, Auntie, this, this—" "Take it, it's alright," she said, smiling as she patted my head, seeing my flustered and bewildered expression. She paused briefly after saying that, then continued in a sweet, gentle voice, "I want to thank you.

Thank you for helping out at the shop these past few days. This is a token of my appreciation, please accept it. I've watched you grow up since you were little; you're a kind-hearted child. I sincerely hope you and Xiaojun can always be good friends." At that moment, I was sure I blushed a little. Approaching her with ulterior motives had actually earned me her praise. But to avoid letting her notice my odd behavior, I kept my head down, stuffing the red envelope into my pocket while repeatedly thanking her. Afterwards, He Jun finished washing the dishes and came over, and we chatted for a while. Around nine o'clock, I said goodbye to them and went home.

Back home, my parents, exhausted from a day's work at the factory, were already fast asleep. I washed myself briefly and went to my room to lie down. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Happiness, jealousy, and distress—these complex emotions were all tangled in my mind. Desire and feelings were also churning within me. Finally, I arched my back, my hands began to move, astonished by the physical pleasure. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, as if something was flowing through my body, finally gathering in my lower abdomen.

In a daze, Aunt Shen appeared in my mind. I saw her graceful figure slowly walking towards me, her upper body naked, her lower body covered by the extremely sexy black lace panties I had seen that afternoon. I seemed to see her full breasts, her round and white thighs, but that mysterious triangle area was blurred because of a sliver of fabric. Apart from women in pornographic films, I had never actually seen a woman's genitals, so my extraordinary imagination was ultimately unattainable.

In near frenzy, I couldn't help but quicken the movement of my fingers, feeling like my whole body was on fire, but I didn't know how to release it. There was a feeling of wanting to ejaculate, and at that moment I was extremely excited. Perhaps it was because I hadn't finished masturbating that afternoon, but now my heart was surging, and everything was unstoppable. Soon, a hot stream gushed out. Meanwhile, I called out softly, "Auntie—"

(Chapter 3)

The annual Spring Festival arrived as scheduled. During this joyous and family-reunion holiday, I, like everyone else, was immersed in the festive atmosphere. Because my parents are native locals, they have many relatives. So for several days, I either visited relatives and friends with them or stayed home with them to welcome returning relatives and friends. The constant banquets and delicious food made me feel like I'd gained a few pounds.

Unlike our family, He Jun's family didn't have many relatives. Moreover, his father had remarried in a neighboring province and didn't come back this year. So he and Aunt Shen went to his maternal grandmother's house in the countryside to spend the Spring Festival. I called them on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year to wish them a happy holiday. Auntie and He Jun were both happy to hear from me. The three of us chatted on the phone for a long time before ending the call.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, my parents went to my great-uncle's house to pay their respects. I, however, excused myself, saying I wasn't feeling well, and stayed home.

As night approached, I finally saw Aunt Shen's Polo sedan slowly drive downstairs from my window. Seeing this, I quickly dressed and ran downstairs. Actually, I was perfectly healthy; the reason I wasn't going to my great-uncle's house was to wait for them to return.

I greeted them warmly downstairs, and He Jun, without any hesitation, asked me to help him unload the local produce from the trunk of his car. Without a second thought, I immediately grabbed a bag of raw sweet potatoes and nimbly headed upstairs. Aunt Shen, behind me, gently reminded me to be careful not to hurt my back. "It's alright, it's alright," I replied nonchalantly, continuing upstairs without stopping.

He Jun received a phone call halfway through unloading and then hurriedly left.

I guessed it was probably a call from Zhuge Shanshan. Aunt Shen grumbled a bit about it but didn't stop him. So she had to leave the unloading to me. Of course, I wasn't going to back down now, so I put in all my effort, making trip after trip up and down. After carrying everything up, I was exhausted, sweating profusely and panting.

"Here, wipe your sweat," my aunt said, handing me a towel. Taking the towel, I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Phew, I'm sweating too. Have you eaten?" she asked, wiping her neck. "Oh, not yet!" I replied, gazing at her swan-like, fair neck. "Oh! Xiaojun and I have already eaten. Why don't you watch some TV first?

I'll make you some noodles after I shower," she said.

I immediately nodded in agreement. Soon, she took her change of clothes into the bathroom. I went to her bedroom and turned on the TV. Since it was still during the Spring Festival, the TV programs were all rather monotonous. I quickly lost interest. So I started scanning my surroundings. Suddenly, the drawer on the bedside table where stockings and underwear were stored came into view again. I glanced instinctively at the bathroom, where I could hear the sound of running water. Realizing I had enough time, I, bolder than ever before, approached the bedside table, opened the drawer again, and took out the black lace panties I had seen before. I

examined them closely, inhaled their fragrance, and gently caressed them. A delicate scent, silky smoothness, mystery. These were my most immediate feelings about these sexy panties. Gradually, my lower body began to harden and swell involuntarily. The images that surfaced in my mind became increasingly obscene and lewd—suddenly, I heard a "thud," and I was instantly brought back to reality. Turning my head, I saw her standing in the bedroom doorway, having finished showering, wearing an apricot-colored cotton outfit, her body fragrant and her skin soft and supple, staring at me in shock. The clothes she had been holding were now lying at her feet. My mind went blank

for a moment, and I thought, "This is it, I'm doomed." When she finally came to her senses, she was furious and turned to leave. I quickly stuffed my underwear back into the drawer and followed her out. She stood in the middle of the living room, speechless. Her chest heaved, and her face was flushed, whether from anger or shyness, I couldn't tell. I slowly approached her, stammering, "Auntie, I, I—" But she didn't even look at me, sitting down on a stool at the dining table, her long hair falling down to obscure her face.

The scene was extremely awkward. After a few minutes, I mustered my courage and leaned closer, whispering, "Auntie, I—" "You still know I'm your auntie!" Before I could finish, she angrily interrupted me. "Auntie, I've never seen such beautiful underwear. And—and—" I calmed down a bit and said this with renewed courage.

"And what?" she asked, still annoyed. Hearing her question, my heart began to pound uncontrollably again, a surge of intense emotion welling up within me. After only a moment's hesitation, I impulsively confessed, "Actually, I—I've always liked you, really." "Don't say that! How can you say such a thing? You're my son's friend—you're simply—simply—" Hearing my confession, she blushed, her voice trembling, clearly too angry to continue. "Really, Auntie, I'm not lying to you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." At this point, I suddenly found my speech much more coherent.

"Stop! I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" She covered her ears, turning her back to me and speaking silently. Gazing at her graceful back, her voluptuous figure, and her snow-white neck, I was instantly aroused by a long-dormant desire. So I walked behind her, and from above, I could see her deep cleavage, so alluringly white. The unique scent of a mature woman mingled with the fragrance of her shower gel, wafting over me. I couldn't resist any longer and pressed myself against her back. My penis was already erect, thrusting against her through my pants.

She clearly felt the heat and hardness on her back and tried to stand up to avoid it, but I placed my hands on her shoulders. She turned her head in a slightly panicked manner and said, "Haijian, what are you doing?" My mind was already heated, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, don't move." To this, she immediately said sharply, "Let go, or I'll call for help." Lust is truly an effective stimulant; it made me fearless. I chuckled coldly and said,

"Go ahead and shout, no one will hear you. And even if they did, who would care?" She struggled a few times, realizing it was futile, and softened her tone, saying, "No, how can you do this?

I'm your aunt. I'm old enough to be your mother." Hearing her words, I felt no mercy. While rubbing her earlobe, I said, "What does it matter? I love you! That's enough!" Unable to stand, she struggled, repeatedly saying, "No—no—" I chuckled and continued, "That's better, saves me the trouble of moving myself." My penis pressed tightly against her back, rubbing against her with her movements. Even through the thin cotton clothing, it felt incredibly good.

My hands weren't idle either, sliding down her shoulders and finally grasping those breasts that I so desperately desired. My large upper body pressed against her shoulders, making it impossible for her to escape.

Although I had masturbated many times and watched real pornographic films, I was still a little nervous when I actually held a mature woman in my hands, and my movements were clumsy. I just kept rubbing my penis against her back, squeezing her full breasts with both hands, my face close to her ear, feeling the skin at her hairline getting warm.

At this moment, although I was pinning her down, her body was still twisting and struggling, and she was still saying, "Let me go, Haijian, please." But I was already burning with desire and couldn't control myself, how could I give in to her wishes? Then I pouted and moved down to her cheeks and neck, she tilted her head back, seemingly trying to escape my hot lips.

The living room was silent, we stopped talking, and instead there was the sound of our increasingly heavy breathing. I thought I couldn't back down now, otherwise all my efforts would be in vain. I put one hand inside the collar of her cotton coat, and before she could react, I tightly grabbed her breast. It turned out she wasn't wearing a bra, probably because she had just taken a shower. Her breasts were so full that they couldn't be grasped with one hand; they were smooth and silky to the touch, though I couldn't see what they looked like. My actions made her close her eyes tightly, her long, dark eyelashes trembling slightly with her body, almost ceasing her resistance.

Her body gradually grew hot. At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer. I slid my other hand down and easily pulled off her cotton pants, then lovingly caressed her plump, smooth thighs.

Scenes from pornographic films flashed through my mind, seemingly reminding me what to do next.

I helped her up from the stool and hugged her tightly from the front. Since she was almost the same height as me, we were facing each other after I hugged her. She was a little shy, tilting her head back and pushing against my shoulders with both hands, but she didn't realize that this brought her lower body even closer to me. My penis was swollen like a small cannon. I struggled to move her towards the dining table, then pushed her down onto it, unbuckled my belt, and my pants immediately slipped down to my ankles. She tried to sit up, but upon seeing my short but thick penis, she exclaimed in surprise, "You, you—"

I ignored her, pressing my hands down on her body. Her two jade-like legs were fully exposed before me. Between them was a yellow thong. I bent down and slowly kissed my way down her thighs towards my destination. She held my head with both hands, weakly pushing me away.

After kissing for a while, I pulled her thong aside, revealing her vulva, just centimeters from my nose. Instantly, an indescribable, sensual scent wafted around my nostrils. But I didn't look closely, because I was almost unable to resist. She tried to close her legs, but with me standing between them, she could only rub against me in vain. I stood up and aimed my penis at that spot.

She sensed my intention and pleaded, "No, please, please stop. I'll pretend you didn't do anything, okay?" I ignored her, gripped my penis, and thrust it in forcefully, feeling it go in about halfway. I leaned forward slightly, my hands continuing to fondle her full, round breasts through her cotton clothes. At the same time, she gasped, realizing it was too late. Her body went limp, her beautiful eyes closed, her face contorted in pain. I began to thrust, mimicking the actions of male actors in pornographic films. Because her vagina was still a bit dry, the thrusting wasn't very smooth. Fortunately, my penis was only a few inches long, so each time it went in completely, my scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.

After about a hundred thrusts, her lower body began to moisten, warmly enveloping my penis, and I went deeper and deeper. Only then did I truly feel pleasure. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and she looked incredibly alluring. As I thrust more skillfully, she began to moan uncontrollably.

Seeing her like this, I was quite excited, so I asked her as I continued, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" She didn't answer, but her lips emitted continuous moans: "Mmm—mmm—ah—ah." Years of sexual experience had awakened her natural sexual desire. I found this scene very stimulating, especially since she was my good friend's mother, usually so elegant and poised, but now she was lying beneath me, her legs involuntarily wrapped around my waist, her waist beginning to twist gently, as if struggling, or perhaps responding to my movements.

I continued to tease her: "Auntie, you're squeezing me so tight! You're so wet, it's going to drown me!" Her head began to turn, and she said, "Don't say that, oh!" Less than two minutes later, I sped up, because the lava had already reached the crater. I growled in a low voice, "I'm going to cum!" Hearing my roar, she suddenly opened her eyes, desperately pushing me away and screaming, "Don't cum, don't cum inside! Ah!" Before she could finish, I had already begun to ejaculate violently, shooting for at least ten times before stopping. After releasing, I collapsed weakly onto her, my mind blank. Thus, I said goodbye to my virginity.

A few minutes later, she came to her senses and immediately pushed me away. I was truly reluctant to leave her warm body, but as soon as she moved, my limp penis slipped out. She got off the table, picked up her cotton pants that had fallen to the floor, and began to put them on. I was still standing there, pulling up my pants while saying affectionately, "Auntie, I love you." She finished putting on her pants, lowered her head, and straightened herself, thinking for a long time before saying, "Haijian, we can't do this. I don't blame you this time, but there can't be a next time."

"Why?" I pressed, unwilling to give up. "No reason," she answered silently. "No!" I was very dissatisfied with this answer. I threw my past timidity to the back of my mind and said emotionally, "Auntie, I really like you! I've liked you for a long time. Didn't you feel my love for you just now?"

"I know I'm ugly and fat. But my heart is sincere!" "Stop talking! Are you trying to kill me?

What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve this cruel fate!" She weakly covered her cheeks with her hands, her shoulders heaving, her low, almost sobbing voice filled with obvious sorrow.

Seeing her so heartbroken, a strong feeling of pity welled up inside me. I immediately moved closer and hugged her again, whispering in her ear, "Auntie, please don't reject me. I really like you." As soon as I finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder; she had bitten me hard there with her teeth.

But I didn't cry out in pain; I just endured it, letting her release her pent-up emotions on me—"You, you should go back. I'm not angry anymore." After a while, she left my embrace, opened the door, and sadly dismissed me. After hearing her words, I glanced at her again, and only after confirming she was alright did I leave and head downstairs. The sound of her closing the door was soft, but it evoked a strange feeling within me. To be honest, my first time was terrible; I finished in a mere ten minutes, unable to hold back at all. Based on my experience watching porn, she was far from reaching orgasm. But at the same time, I was happy that I had finally fulfilled my long-held desire. As for her bite later, it made me feel that things weren't so bad after all. Thinking about all

this, I felt sometimes happy, sometimes annoyed. Back home, in my room, I touched my still throbbing wound and thought to myself, "At least I've had the first time, how far away can the second be?"

(Chapter 4)

In a room with the doors and windows tightly closed, Aunt Shen, completely naked, covered her genitals with one hand and held a bunch of crystal grapes in the other, moving slowly and alluringly. Watching her voluptuous breasts and round buttocks as she posed provocatively, I couldn't help but masturbate through my pants while sitting on the edge of the bed. Not long after, she floated up to me, looking at me seductively.

"Haijian, what are you doing? Masturbating in front of me is bad behavior! Hehe! Have some grapes!" She smiled sweetly, revealing her pearly white teeth, and the crystal grapes in her slender hand slowly appeared before my eyes. Her naked body faced me, making her even more dazzling. All of this made me almost forget to breathe.

"How are they? Aren't Auntie's breasts beautiful? But you shouldn't masturbate! You're such a bad boy!" Saying this, she threw away the grapes, bent over, thrust out her chest, and brought her snow-white, high breasts and tender, rosy nipples close to my eyes, moaning seductively, "How annoying! If you want to see, now's the time to see! You'll have to work hard on me later!" And so, she bent over, her buttocks raised, and knelt before me, letting me admire her beautiful body. I was aroused! I

went crazy! My eyes seemed to scan her naked body repeatedly, until they reached her high-raised buttocks. Her delicate, adorable anus was like a mysterious door, beckoning and inviting me!

"What? Still not satisfied?" Noticing my gaze, she immediately said coquettishly, "Auntie's back door isn't for you to see casually!" "Then, then the front—" I swallowed hard, pointing to her hand that was covering her genitals. "You're so annoying!" Knowing my request, her voice became even more lewd: "You've already used it all, aren't you satisfied?" I could no longer suppress my surging lust. I jumped up from the edge of the bed with a "whoosh," pounced on her, and pushed her down onto the cold floor.

I shouted, "Auntie, I'll show you the consequences of seducing me!" After saying that, I forcefully spread her legs, pulled away her hand, and her beautiful genitals came into view, making me even more frenzied. He then pulled his penis from his crotch and thrust it hard into her wet, tight vagina. "Ah! Haijian, you bad boy! No! Don't! Slow down!" Her cries echoed in my ears, never ceasing. "Stop, ah! Can you put Auntie's legs down first?" "No! So deep! So

deep! God! It's hitting the bottom again! I can't take it anymore—" "Ring-a-ling—ring-a-ling" A crisp, cold alarm clock rang, pulling me away from that beautiful, erotic dream. "Damn it! It won't even let me finish my dream!" I cursed as I turned off the alarm clock, then leaned against the headboard, savoring the dream that had just unfolded before me.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I belatedly realized my underwear was already soaking wet. So, with a wry smile, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself—more than half a month had passed since the last time I had sex with her. After the Spring Festival, my parents were assigned by the factory leaders to go to Lin'nan City in the southern part of our province, because there was a subsidiary of their factory there.

I didn't know why my parents were going there, only that they would work in Lin'nan City for a year before returning. However, according to their explanation, the employees of the main factory there would have their salaries doubled. So my parents were quite happy about this assignment and had no resistance whatsoever.

After my parents left, I was free. Seemingly a little scared, I neither went upstairs to see Aunt Shen nor stepped into the children's clothing store these days. I didn't dare to send text messages or make phone calls. But the longing in my heart never stopped; I thought about it day and night, which resulted in that wonderful, yet extremely lewd, fantasy. Besides these, I had a complicated feeling. First of all, I felt sorry for He Jun and for her. Whenever the scene of that day appeared in my mind, I would feel a rather contradictory emotion.

Aunt Shen's beautiful face, alluring figure, and undulating breasts would make my lower body uncontrollably hard. Even when I occasionally went to school, her alluring figure was always on my mind. During breaks, I didn't dare stand up and go outside because my erection was very conspicuous in my crotch. So, whenever the night was quiet, I would masturbate thinking about her, imagining her ejaculating inside me like that day, or secretly go to her car and lean against the door, reminiscing about her.

He Jun has been calling me a lot these days, asking why I haven't been helping out at his mother's place. I try to give him vague answers, either saying the school is cracking down hard and I have to go back to class, or that I'm not feeling well. Luckily, in my few conversations with him, I could tell that he didn't know about me and his mother. This eased some of the burden on my previously anxious and uneasy heart.

But yesterday, he called again, asking me for a favor. He said a large batch of children's clothes arrived today, and it was inconvenient for Auntie and Xiao Na, being women, to move them. He also couldn't spare the time to go to the store because of his classes. So, after thinking it over, he could only ask me. Upon hearing this, I agreed without hesitation. Only after hanging up did I begin to regret it. After all, it had been a while since I'd seen her. Was she still angry? What would happen when we met? Would she yell at me? Or ignore me?

With these incredibly complex feelings, I anxiously washed up and left home for the children's clothing store. After a half-hour walk, I arrived. A delivery truck was already parked outside.

Aunt Shen, Xiao Na, and the truck driver were unloading bundles of children's clothes tied with rope. Wearing a silver-gray women's jacket, black flared pants, and matching mid-heeled shoes, she looked drenched in sweat. Even her bangs were soaked, hanging in clumps.

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I strode over to the delivery truck like a whirlwind, grabbing a bundle of children's clothes as I called out to the two women, "Auntie, Sister Xiaona, don't move, go rest! I'll take care of the rest!" Before they could react, I was already up and running. In

no time, I had carried the rest of the clothes into the store. Then the three of us unpacked them and arranged them neatly on the shelves. During this time, whenever our eyes met, she would quickly look away, trying to hide her embarrassment and fluster. But the more she did this, the closer I moved to her, stealing glances at her. After a while, her face began to flush red and then pale, quite a sight.

Occasionally, she would give me a shy look, reminding me that this was a public place.

It was almost noon when she finished everything. Because she was buying stock today, she decided to let Xiaona rest in the afternoon. Xiaona was overjoyed when she heard this, thanked her profusely, and hurried home. Only she and I remained in the shop. I sat on a chair, head down, catching my breath. A few minutes later, my breathing calmed, and I looked up slightly. I saw her standing at the cashier, looking at me rather awkwardly.

As soon as I looked up, she immediately lowered her head and asked haltingly, "Hai, Haijian, what do you want to eat? I, um, I'll make it for you." Hearing this, I casually replied, "Anything is fine." She nodded slightly and then walked towards the small kitchen at the back of the shop. The small kitchen was a long, narrow area partitioned off with plywood. After she went in, I thought for a moment, then got up, locked the shop door, and walked towards the small kitchen.

As I approached, I saw her pouring rice into the rice cooker. That alluring, sexy, and shapely figure was so beautiful and tempting in my eyes, making my already aroused lust even bolder. I

quietly walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my hard penis against her round and pert buttocks.

She was startled by my actions, let out a soft gasp, and swayed as she said, "What are you doing? No, don't do this. Not in the shop!" I saw that although she was struggling, she wasn't very strong. Moreover, there was another meaning in her words, so I moved my hands upwards, cupping a soft mound of flesh through her clothes, and asked with a lewd grin, "Auntie, is it okay if we do this at home?"

"Oh! No, no. Let go, we can't do this, we can't do this." She retorted breathlessly as she reached out to grab my hands that were grabbing and kneading her breasts.

I quickly turned her body around, looking at her resolutely. Her eyes were watery, her face flushed, and she looked at me for a moment before sighing softly, "Please let me go?" I replied resolutely,

"Auntie, I know you like this. Don't run away anymore." Before she could speak again, I sealed her mouth with my burning lips, clumsily slipping my tongue inside, searching for hers. She shook her head half-heartedly, and I caught the tip of her tongue, sucking hard. After about half a minute of this, her stiff body suddenly went limp. I released her mouth and noticed her gaze was somewhat dazed.

Seeing this, I immediately took off her women's jacket and placed it aside, then pulled up her white long shirt and matching bra. Instantly, her full breasts sprang out. I wrapped my arms around her waist, lowered my head, and took one of her nipples into my mouth. At this moment, she could no longer control herself and let out a soft moan.

Unconsciously, one of her legs had risen and straddled my waist, while her hands groped haphazardly behind my back. I suckled for a while, then switched to another nipple. Her nipples were hard and erect, her chest covered in sweat and my saliva. After a while, I frantically began to fumble for her bell-bottoms.

"No, not here," she suddenly cried, clutching her belt buckle tightly. But my lust was burning, and I wasn't about to give up. I tightened my grip, trying to pry her hands off while urgently saying, "I want it, I want to do it to you here." "Please, please don't do this," she pleaded, her movements weak and her voice trembling.

Finally, exhausted, I ripped her pants off. Her white thong looked so alluring beneath her. My hands greedily squeezed her dark purple nipples. Several times I used excessive force, but she only gritted her teeth without crying out in pain.

Then, I made her rest her elbows on the stovetop next to the induction cooker, bend over, and then pulled down her panties. Her buttocks were plump and rounded. I reached out and covered her vulva; after struggling and writhing for so long, her lower body was already a little wet.

Soon, I pulled down my pants. My penis touched her vulva, shook it to moisten it, and then the glans pressed against her honeyed entrance, slowly and steadily penetrating her, reaching deep into her depths. As soon as it was enveloped by the fleshy walls of her honeyed entrance, the tingling sensation immediately made my penis seem harder and thicker. Then I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and shook myself and her wildly, my penis and honeyed entrance pumping rapidly like an air pump.

While I was doing this, she just kept her eyes tightly closed, her head lowered, her body trembling incessantly. After I had been thrusting for a while, she finally uttered a trembling voice: "Haijian, why are you doing this to me?" "Auntie, don't lie to yourself, you like it this way. Listen, how beautiful this sound is!" I said breathlessly as I thrust into her from behind.

With my forceful thrusts, the point where we were joined quickly made a "plop plop" sound. She was now panting heavily, moaning incessantly, "Mmm—mmm—ah—ah." Her long, wavy hair swayed and danced with each thrust. After a while, she whispered, "Don't go too fast—slower—like this—yes—like this—keep going." Her hips rose and fell perfectly in sync with my thrusts, adjusting my rhythm as well.

While thrusting, I occasionally glanced outside, checking if anyone was passing by. The situation was incredibly tense and exciting. Although I was experiencing intense pleasure from behind, I was also getting impatient, so I pulled my penis out. It was hot and dripping with fluid, still bouncy and jiggling. As I withdrew, she stumbled, almost collapsing onto the induction cooker.

But with lightning speed, I caught her and flipped her over, making her sit on the stovetop where the induction cooker was. Then I spread her legs and thrust into her again, harder and harder. This time, it was a frontal assault; my penis slid into her wet, sweet hole with a single thrust.

We held each other, our lower bodies colliding rapidly. She was covered in sweat, her eyes glazed with desire, and she moaned incoherently as she cooperated with me: "Mmm—mmm—Haijian—so—so good—you—deeper—oh—I can't take it anymore." As I thrust, I experienced the pleasures of this mature woman. She taught me to slow down when I was about to reach my climax, and then climb to the next peak, like the ever-undulating waves of the sea, unlike last time when I rushed to the crest of a wave and then fell down.

Strike while the iron was hot, my penis didn't stop for a moment, thrusting rapidly to force her to reach an even higher peak.

"Oh my god!" Finally, she reached the peak of pleasure, leaning her head on my shoulder and saying this. Her back stiffened, and I immediately felt her juices gushing out and hitting my glans.

Instantly, my glans swelled, my entire penis grew harder and harder, and finally, I tightened my buttocks, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, and my semen "plop plop" shot into her honey pot.

After ejaculating, I held her, letting her bury her head in my chest, my penis still inside her honey pot, both of us too exhausted to move. After about ten minutes, I slowly pulled my buttocks back, and my penis slid out. Instantly, a trace of milky white semen flowed from her honey pot. Seeing this, she hurriedly reached for the tissues on the other side of the stove, wiping her private parts while handing me a few tissues.

When our eyes met again, her face flushed crimson, as if it were about to drip water. She lowered her head and whispered seductively, "Haijian, you're truly my nemesis." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. Her tone held a hint of resentment and helplessness, a feeling I quite liked. I thought she was gradually accepting the situation.

So I pulled her close, tracing circles on her breasts—which weren't properly bra-covered—with my fingers, and asked, "Auntie, do you accept me?" She remained shyly silent, but unable to resist my persistent teasing, she finally nodded gently in agreement.

Overjoyed, I quickly tidied my clothes and left the children's clothing store with her, heading to her house. As soon as we entered, I eagerly pulled her into the bedroom, and we began making love a second time. On the bed, we kissed passionately and made love intensely. She was both surprised and delighted by my stamina, completely lost in the moment. With each powerful thrust, she cried out, "Don't stop—faster—um—deeper—faster—ah!" This beautiful, voluptuous, and maturely sexy woman finally said during my last thrust, "Haijian—ah—I'm yours—"

As I left her house, I thought to myself, a woman's behavior in bed is truly multifaceted, completely different from what I usually see. Who would have thought that beneath her usual noble and dignified exterior lay such a seductive and alluring nature? She gave me my first taste of the passion of a middle-aged woman, and after leaving the bed, she became graceful and tender. What I found even more unbelievable was that I had already had sex with her; it felt like a dream.

"Even if I die at her feet, I'll accept it!" Thinking this to myself, I smiled silently and stepped into my home — 04-10
(Chapter 5)

There's a classic line from the Hollywood movie *Forrest Gump*: "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." This couldn't be more true for me. Imagine, if it were before, with my average looks and a bit of obesity, could I have had a mature woman whose appearance, figure, and personality were all top-notch? That's life, unpredictable life.

After several sexual encounters with Aunt Shen, my perspective on women changed drastically. Unlike the conclusions I drew from pornography, they were no longer mysterious genders shrouded in layers, but vibrant, colorful bodies with flesh and blood. I experienced an unprecedented joy, but something was permanently lost—something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Despite the loss, the days spent alone with her always made me incredibly happy. Somehow, as time went on, Aunt Shen seemed to become more and more accustomed to being intimate with me. So during the day, I was just her temporary employee, helping her with chores; but at night, whenever we were alone, I would be intimate with her.

Whether she was cooking or doing other housework, we could be intimate. However, it wasn't just me releasing my sexual desire on her; sometimes she would also reach orgasm because of my kisses and caresses. Aunt Shen really liked me kissing her breasts and caressing her genitals. Her genitals were very arousing; sometimes she would get wet just from kissing, without even being touched.

Occasionally, she would give me oral sex with her luscious lips. I remember the first time I gave her oral sex was on a Saturday night. That night, we made love continuously, I ejaculated several times, and she had countless orgasms. The last time, I was hard for a long time but couldn't ejaculate, no matter how I changed positions.

Finally, I asked her to give me oral sex, thinking she wouldn't agree. Without hesitation, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, gently sucking. This instantly gave me a wave of pleasure from head to toe. To be honest, her oral sex skills were truly superb. Her delicate tongue moved like a nimble snake, sometimes touching, sometimes sweeping, and in no time, she had my penis, which was of average length but very thick, glistening with oil.

Hissing, I couldn't help but hold her head and begin thrusting in and out of her lips. She cooperated perfectly, opening her lips as wide as possible to facilitate my movements. Soon, I ejaculated, all of it into her mouth. She didn't spit it out, swallowing it all, and then used her tongue to clean the remaining semen from the glans. Her actions deeply moved me, and without even rinsing her lips, I kissed her.

With each passing day, my sexual skills improved significantly. During this period, our record for making love in one night was six times. After that, she was completely limp and motionless. I shook her and called her, but she didn't respond. I was terrified and wondered what had happened to her. It wasn't until half an hour later that she had the strength to speak, saying that she couldn't move and asked me to sleep. This made me feel incredibly proud of myself.

I have a bit of a sadistic streak because I really enjoy having sex with her until she's disheveled, rolling around on the bed, and then begging for mercy. When we're in the doggy style, I pull her hair from behind. Sometimes I like to make her kneel down and give me oral sex, and then I watch my penis going in and out of her mouth through the mirror on the wardrobe next to the bed.

Over time, I gradually realized that her sex drive was also very strong. Sometimes she'd be quite lewd, teasing me when she was aroused, especially enjoying me licking and sucking her nipples. Sometimes when we were watching TV at her house at night, she would suddenly unbutton her top and bra, and shove her full breasts into my mouth. She also loved kissing. Whenever we were alone, she'd have a long kiss. Her tongue was very agile, always darting into my mouth, entwining and sucking.

This extremely joyful life kept me in a state of constant excitement. I did everything I could for her, never shirking my responsibilities. But there was one thing I always worried about: what if He Jun found out about my affair with her mother?

My aunt and I tacitly kept silent about this, neither of us being foolish enough to bring it up. In the shop or at her house, whenever He Jun was around, I wouldn't do anything too outrageous and was always polite and respectful to her. She, like me, didn't show me any unusual feelings. Because deep down, we both understood the consequences if the affair came to light—

time flies. Before we knew it, it was the end of May. In just over a week, He Jun would face a crucial juncture in his life—the college entrance exam. A few days ago, those of them who were going to take the college entrance exam went home to prepare. Because the aunt was worried that he would be home alone without anyone to cook for him, she had him stay at her place.

This meant I couldn't always stay at her house in the evenings. I complained a little about it to her, but she was adamant that this was a very important stage in He Jun's life, and as his mother, she couldn't be careless. She also hoped I could understand. After her explanation and reassurance, I agreed.

So, for the past few days, I only saw her at the shop during the day. As evening approached, she would close up shop early and go home to cook for He Jun. Whenever this happened, a faint pang of jealousy would rise in my heart. But then I would think about it again and feel at ease. After all, He Jun was her son. And me? To put it nicely, I was her lover; to put it bluntly, I was an adulterer—an adulterer who, besides being young, was utterly useless.

Because I can't stay at her house all the time lately, I've been spending my evenings alone at home, surfing the internet, playing computer games, or watching porn. Having not had sex with her for several days, I couldn't suppress my desire and resorted to masturbation to release it. Only then could I fall asleep peacefully. But tonight, as I was watching porn on my computer while masturbating, I heard a knock at the door. I quickly turned off the video, pulled up my pants, and went out to open the door. There she was, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt with English letters printed on the front, a gray skirt, and slippers, smiling at me, holding a bowl of steaming fried dumplings.

"Haven't eaten yet? Auntie made you some of this. Here, eat it while it's hot!" she said after entering and placing the bowl on the dining table in my living room. I closed the outer door and, as I walked back, asked her, "Where's A-Jun? Is he upstairs?" "He went to his homeroom teacher's house. He said he had some questions he didn't understand," she replied as she went into my kitchen. A moment later, she said to me, "Eating dumplings like this isn't very flavorful. I'll make you some soup. Do you have any pickled vegetables or eggs?"

"It's in the cupboard," I replied, then went into the kitchen. I stood behind her for a moment. Her still slender waist was now adorned with a floral apron my mother often wore when cooking, making her look particularly alluring. Looking at her noticeably rounded buttocks, and imagining her pinned beneath me in a doggy-style position, my previously limp penis instantly became erect again.

I gently leaned in, wrapping my arms around her slender waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but offered no resistance. Seeing this, I pressed my already somewhat erect penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. She continued busying herself with making soup, showing no reaction to my actions.

After a while, I squatted down, reached up, and lifted her skirt, exposing her full buttocks to the air. I pressed my face against the white panties covering her shapely buttocks, smelled them, and then licked the edge of her buttocks. I tentatively pulled down her panties. "Stop it," she whispered, instinctively trying to cover herself with her hand. I whispered back, "Let me see."

She pulled her hand back, and I yanked the panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her labia tightly shut, looking like a colorful butterfly. Her vulva looked full and plump, with a few black hairs—quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow.

Her panties were quickly pulled down to her ankles, but she remained standing. I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, she suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her slippers and pulled the panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put her slippers back on, so her underwear was hanging on her left ankle.

Next, I moved my hands up and lifted her skirt to her waist, then gently touched the inside of her thighs a few times. She obediently parted her legs, and then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, pulling her body back slightly. I raised my head and sniffed her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint scent of detergent, quite pleasant, indicating she had just showered.

"Looks like she's quite horny! Well, it's been a while since I've been with her, so of course she's taking advantage of her son's absence." I smiled silently to myself, then continued to support her waist with my left hand, while withdrawing my right hand and extending two fingers to rub her vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and open. After feeling a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva, which gripped my finger tightly, feeling warm and wet inside.

I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her juices flowed more freely. Her labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inside, then I inserted my index finger as well, both fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina. At this point, she added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove, and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot.

My fingers thrust faster and faster, and I could hear gurgling sounds coming from inside her. I thrust in and out, rotating my fingers as I did so. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a trembling "Mmm." I was beneath her and couldn't see her expression, which was a little disappointing. Finally, when my fingers were tired, I pulled them out and smeared all the juices from my fingers onto her inner thighs and buttocks. Then, she pushed me away slightly, went to get a large bowl, and ladled out the soup from the pot.

After she finished, I pressed myself against her back and gently nibbled on her fragrant shoulder. Meanwhile, I quietly unzipped her pants behind her back, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. My left hand pressed against her waist, and my right hand raised my penis, pressing it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her wet, hot vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation.

She couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah" sound. I noticed her breathing was becoming heavy, her neck was tilted back, and her mouth was half-open. So, I couldn't resist grabbing her long hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, making her luscious lips face me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, she didn't resist at all, letting me tease and suck her sensual tongue as I pleased, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate her vulva, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the sensation was still very intense.

After a long kiss, I had to release her lips and focus on holding her round buttocks, beginning to thrust into her vigorously. She gripped the stove with both hands, her buttocks raised high to facilitate my penetration. Not only that, but while enduring my thrusts, she panted and scolded, "You bad—you bad thing—I—I brought you food—and you—you treat me like this—ah—slower!"

"Huff—huff—Auntie—it's because you haven't satisfied me these past few days—I—I'm so pent up—I—all I can think about right now is fucking you." As I spoke, my lower body didn't stop, my penis penetrating deeper and deeper into her honey pot. After a hundred or so thrusts, I pulled my penis out of her honey pot and carried her to the living room. I made her kneel on the sofa, and then thrust into her from behind. This position was my favorite, and I, like a madman, kept thrusting and fucking her already overflowing honey pot. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making "slap slap slap" sounds. She also began to murmur "hmm-hmm-hmm" in her throat.

Perhaps because my penis had been limp earlier, although I felt stimulated, I still had no desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient and began to thrust desperately. Her pert buttocks began to sway back and forth, bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at her round, smooth buttocks, watching the ripples created by the impact, and suddenly felt a desire to shatter everything. So I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard twice. Two red handprints slowly appeared. She only suppressed two "ah ah" sounds, without any protest.

I stopped slapping and grabbed one buttock, starting to caress, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it in, rubbing it back and forth. At the same time, my other hand was not idle either, untying the apron that was still tied around her waist. Then I pushed her t-shirt up until it covered her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her two full, round breasts immediately popped out, swaying as I thrust into her vigorously.

After about two minutes of this, I abruptly pulled my penis out of her vagina, a few drops of her juices splashing out. She let out another soft moan. Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from the sofa, knelt down, carried her into my room, and pushed her down onto the bed.

Now, on my bed, she lay naked, her breasts and vagina exposed, legs spread wide, waiting for me to penetrate her again. I quickly pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vagina, then sucked on her lips, one hand pressing down on the back of her neck, the other kneading her breasts forcefully, my lower body increasing the pace, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. Her hands were unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, feeling like I was in heaven.

Finally, her pert buttocks began to sway too. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally slipped out of her vagina, and she would take the initiative to hold it and guide me to her opening. With her hands constantly helping, she was now flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking utterly wanton. Her alluring charm only fueled my madness, making me even more frenzied.

Twenty minutes later, I finally felt a tingling sensation in my glans. I knew I was about to ejaculate. I held my breath and thrust into her honey hole seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might. A strong pulsation ran through my glans, and waves of semen gushed out, hitting the depths of her honey hole. She hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist, feeling the ravages and impacts of my semen inside her body. After a while, I heard her let out a long sigh. I lay on top of her, not wanting to move anymore. My penis, still inside her, was throbbing, enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm. —

(Chapter Six)

June 7th, cloudy turning sunny, temperature between 18 and 24 degrees Celsius.

"Thank you for your patronage, please come again next time!" After saying this politely and seeing off a female customer who was buying children's clothes for her son, I sat back down on the stool next to the cashier to rest. Today is the first day of the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao). Aunt Shen, like most parents of test-takers, is waiting outside the examination center for He Jun to finish his exam. Xiao Na has been sick these past two days and can't come to work at the store. So, I've become the sole employee at this children's clothing chain store called "Big Eyes."

"The Gaokao! Those who passed leap over the dragon gate, those who didn't shed tears. I really don't know where He Jun will end up," I thought, secretly worried for him. I remember two days before the Gaokao he told me he wasn't very confident about the exam, and would be satisfied if he just got into a university. I encouraged him not to have such expectations, and to try his best to get good grades, even for his mother's sake, and strive to get into a top university.

"Thank you, Haijian. But I know my own limitations. Before, I was extremely confident about getting into a top university. But now, you have no idea what kind of mental journey I've gone through over the past year. How to put it... well, maybe we're all clowns, playing with six balls: study, work, family, health, friends, and soul. Only one of these balls is made of rubber; if it falls, it will bounce back—that's work. The other five are made of glass; if they fall, they shatter—" That's what he said to me then.

Actually, I could see that he had changed a lot since his parents' divorce. The sunny, sincere, and even slightly arrogant He Jun of the past was gone. In his place was a man with a lingering melancholy in his eyes, speaking in a way that was sometimes profound and sometimes nonsensical. And his smoking habit had gotten worse; whenever Aunt Shen wasn't around, the cigarette between his fingers would never stop burning.

I desperately wanted him to pour out his troubles, but at the same time, I knew that if he told me everything, I would also be troubled. Because I was certain his worries were related to Aunt Shen—his mother.

"Sigh, forget it. I don't even know what I'll do in the future! Worry about myself!" With that thought, I took out a pack of Double Happiness cigarettes and a lighter from my pocket, lit one, and silently sat down to smoke.

Unlike He Jun, I studied accounting at a five-year vocational college. After graduation, I'd get a junior college diploma. But what good job could I find with such a diploma? Even undergraduates these days, without connections, can't find satisfactory jobs. The future—it's a word that both evokes longing and fear—

the two days of the college entrance exam flew by. On the evening of the 8th, Aunt Shen cooked a huge feast at home and opened a bottle of red wine she'd bought from the supermarket. This was to reward He Jun for finishing his exams and to reward me for the two days I'd spent working alone in the children's clothing store. When I arrived at her house from the shop, she and her son were already sitting at the table waiting for me.

"Come on, Haijian, sit down and eat! We've been waiting anxiously!" He Jun greeted me as soon as I entered. I nodded to him, then glanced at Aunt Shen, who was smiling at me. In her own home, she was only wearing a white knitted vest, without a bra, her breasts full and erect, and a pale yellow lace skirt. Beneath the skirt, her fair legs were straight and shapely, and her delicate feet were adorned with black slippers. This sight was incredibly alluring. But with He Jun beside me, I couldn't be too casual.

So I sat down at the table, picked up my chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

"Everyone, raise your glasses," Aunt Shen said, holding her glass in one hand to me and He Jun. Seeing us raise our glasses with her, she continued, "The college entrance exam is over today. No matter what Xiaojun's final score is, I still want to congratulate him on successfully completing the exam. At the same time, I wish him all the best in his future university studies." "Not necessarily, Mom," He Jun said as soon as his aunt finished speaking. Hearing this, his aunt smiled and said to him, "I believe in you, Xiaojun. You will definitely get good results." After saying this, she turned to look at me with tender affection.

Seeing that I looked a little embarrassed, she smiled and then said, "Of course, Haijian has also contributed a lot during this time. Without you helping me manage the shop, I wouldn't have been able to take good care of Xiaojun. Thank you so much!" "Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing." I didn't know what to say, so I could only say this politely. "Alright, I won't say anything more. Cheers, everyone!" After I finished speaking, she raised her glass to the center of the table. Seeing this, He Jun and I also held out our glasses of red wine. With a "clink," the three glasses clinked together.

The three of us thoroughly enjoyed our dinner. My aunt's delicious cooking stimulated my taste buds and stomach, making me, already hungry, eat even more heartily. Conversely, He Jun didn't seem to eat much of the food, but he drank quite a bit of red wine. It seemed he wanted to release the heavy pressure of preparing for the college entrance exam over the past six months.

Not only that, he was quite talkative while eating and drinking. For example, he mentioned a classmate who hadn't studied hard before the exam and ended up crying loudly outside the exam center after the math test; or how many of his classmates had burned their study materials immediately after finishing all their exams that afternoon, and so on. From his words, I could hear an uncontrollable, intense resentment towards the college entrance exam. My aunt understood his emotions and didn't stop his rambling, just listened quietly.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes... I had finished eating, while He Jun was completely drunk and fast asleep on the bed in the bedroom. Seeing this, Aunt Shen began clearing the table of dishes. Watching her bustling around beside me, I asked, "Do you need any help?" She gave me a gentle look and said, "No need, you should go back and rest. Take a good rest these next few days; I'll handle things at the shop myself." At that moment, because of the red wine, her beautiful face was exceptionally rosy, and her eyes were watery.

Looking at her firm breasts beneath her thin knitted vest, my penis quickly became erect, and a fire seemed to burn within me. So, emboldened by lust, I got up and went to her side, pointing to my bulging crotch and whispering, "Auntie, we haven't done it for days. While Ah Jun is asleep, how about we—" "You naughty boy! Are you trying to kill me? What if Xiao Jun wakes up?" she whispered coquettishly, her eyes darting around, glancing at my crotch, her face flushing even more. Seeing this, I brazenly unzipped my pants, pulled out my already erect penis, and then pulled her hand over, placing it on my penis and gently stroking it. I continued to whisper to her,

"Auntie, I really want to, look! Isn't it hard?" At this moment, she looked at my penis while stroking it with her hand, a hint of lust in her eyes. I was immediately delighted when I noticed, but the question I asked her was, "Do you think my thing is a little small?" She realized she'd been a bit rude and hesitated before saying, "No, it's quite big, especially in the front, like, um, like a small fist." I grinned silently, then my eyes darted around before I asked:

"Then let's go to my house now, okay?" She gave me a reproachful look, then lightly slapped me before saying, "You're so bad! Don't ask anymore." With that, she shoved the penis she was holding back into my pants. Then she went to the bedroom, glanced at He Jun who was snoring loudly, grabbed her keys, and followed me, already burning with desire, to my house—

on my single bed in my own bedroom. Aunt Shen, having removed her lace dress, lay on her back, her voice soft and seductive as she reminded me, "You have to hurry, I'm worried if Xiao Jun wakes up—" "Okay," I replied, quickly stripping off my clothes and pounced on her, my lips already finding her luscious red lips, kissing her passionately. She was intoxicated by my almost rough way of kissing; as soon as I found her tongue, she went limp, her arms tightly wrapped around my back, her legs involuntarily hooking around my waist. We kissed like lovers for a while, her eyes becoming misty and her gaze beginning to wander.

At this moment, I asked, "Auntie, shall we try something different today?" She looked at me, curiously replying, "Whatever you say, whatever you want today, but hurry up." It seemed she was still a little worried about He Jun upstairs. But I didn't care, continuing to tease her, "Auntie, you have to teach me, I'm not very good at it." "Hehe," she chuckled, her body trembling beneath me, "You still don't know how? I'm almost... uh, almost... you—" Seeing her alluring expression but vague words, I pressed,

"What?" Her voice lowered, almost a whisper, "...you...you've mesmerized me." Hearing her answer, I was overjoyed. Without asking further questions, I got off her and stood on the floor beside the bed, telling her to lie face down. Then I held my erect penis in front of her. Seeing my erect penis before her, a blush immediately rose to her face. She murmured shyly to herself, "So thick, so big." I moved her head to the side of my penis, the glistening head facing her bright red lips.

She knew my intention, so she took a breath, closed her eyes, opened her lips, and extended her delicate tongue. She lightly touched the sensitive spot on the glans, licking it for a while, before slowly taking my entire penis into her mouth.

My penis was enveloped by her warm, moist lips, instantly making me feel incredibly comfortable and pleasurable.

"Oh! So good! Your tongue is so skillful!" I exclaimed, enjoying her oral service. Indeed, Aunt Shen was quite skilled at swallowing and releasing a penis. She rhythmically swallowed and released her tongue, each time skillfully circling the glans with her tongue, and then gently pushing it out with the tip. Her lips lightly brushed against every nerve ending on my penis, each movement executed with exquisite precision, not only making my penis tingle and tingle but also igniting the burning desire within me.

"Mmm—mmm—uh—uh," her oral sex technique was truly masterful, punctuated by occasional soul-stirring moans. "Oh, so good!" My penis was encased in her wet lips, and the large glans was constantly teased by the tip of her tongue, making me groan with pleasure.

Slowly, I lay back on the floor, and her head and body began to move slowly with me, getting off the bed and kneeling beneath me. Suddenly, she reached down and pulled down her panties, spreading her long, slender legs and presenting her plump, white buttocks to me. This lewd act was completely unexpected. Before

me lay a hairy, wet vulva and a round, snow-white, upturned buttock. I knew exactly what she wanted, so I cupped her buttocks in my hands and inserted my tongue into her hairy genitals. Instantly, she began to moan, "Ah ah," her vulva only needing a few touches from my tongue before her juices flowed freely.

As I licked her wet vulva, I was captivated by her small, red anus. My mind began to wander to what I'd often heard about and seen in pornographic films—anal sex. To be honest, despite having made love to her so many times, I'd never actually penetrated her anus. "How does it feel? This is a great opportunity!" With a nervous heart, I slowly moved my fingers around her anus. Thankfully, she didn't protest or refuse. So, I slowly moved my middle finger to her anus and gently rubbed it there.

"Mmm—no—oh," she trembled all over and let out moans, the stimulation from her anus causing her to abandon all restraint. She reached into her vest and began to frantically rub her swaying breasts, exaggeratedly shaking her body, pressing her plump, wet vulva against my face, rubbing and kneading it violently.

Seeing her so wanton and lewd, I could no longer resist, so I immediately got up and sat up. I patted her buttocks and said in a trembling voice, "Auntie, quick, quick, lie down." Hearing this, she glanced at me seductively, lazily and slowly kneeling down with her back to me, trying to raise her round, plump buttocks as high as possible. Gazing at her snow-white, rounded buttocks and her small, rosy anus, I thought to myself,

"If my penis were inserted into that little hole in her ass, it would feel so good, so incredibly pleasurable, gripped by those firm, bouncy muscles!" Immediately, I couldn't wait to stroke my penis a few times. She was now writhing her plump, white buttocks wantonly, her hands on the edge of the bed, kneeling with her legs spread. Her snow-white, beautiful buttocks, her lewd and alluring vulva and anus, all fueled my lust.

I didn't thrust directly into her anus, thinking that if I rashly inserted my thick glans into her narrow opening, she definitely wouldn't be able to handle it, and it might all be for naught. So, I needed to stimulate her first, to get her aroused, so that her body was fully open before I could proceed with the thrusting motion. Having made up my mind, I forcefully thrust my penis into her vulva from behind.

"Oh—good—ah!" She gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, letting out a soul-stirring moan.

My thrusts were now relentless, each one a frenzied, flesh-on-flesh pumping until her vaginal fluids gushed down her thighs. Her excitement was palpable; she was clearly lost in a state of ecstasy. Five or six minutes passed, and she continued to moan and cry out. I knew the time was almost up, so I thrust my penis forward, leaning back to create some space. I touched her wet vulva, then smeared my sticky, vaginal fluid-covered hand around her anus. Then, using my middle finger and thumb, smeared with the fluid, I slowly inserted them into her narrow opening, gently moving them back and forth.

"Mmm—mmm—ah—oh!" She remained kneeling, moaning wildly, completely ignoring my finger probing her anus. So I continued to play with her anus. At the same time, I reached out with my other hand and slapped her pert buttocks repeatedly, until the white flesh turned slightly red. Then, I forcefully spread her buttocks apart and began to insert three fingers into her anus. "Oh—ah—ah!" The intense stimulation made her moan softly, writhing her sexy, voluptuous body like a snake, constantly swaying her hips to meet the thrusting and probing of my fingers inside her anus.

Looking at her snow-white, round buttocks and her slightly reddened anus, a strong, urgent feeling, like being deflowered, slowly welled up in my heart. Unable to resist any longer, I immediately spread her buttocks apart with my hands and rubbed my hot, thick penis back and forth between her buttocks. At this moment, I had only one thought in my mind: after this insertion, her vulva would be open to me from now on, and used by me.

"You—no—you can't!" She realized that I wanted to penetrate her anus and protested in panic. But at this moment, my blood was boiling, my lust was raging, and how could I possibly stop now? "Auntie! I want it, I want it in!" I shouted, spreading her buttocks apart with my hands, then grasping my erect, hot penis, the head the size of a goose egg, pressing against her anus, and thrusting forward with my hips. "Ah—it hurts—uh—no!" she cried out in pain, her whole body trembling. Fortunately, there had been enough foreplay and lubrication, and my thick penis easily slid into her anus. Her buttocks gripped my penis tightly, leaving no gap, and that feeling of being tightly surrounded was something I will never forget.

"No—woo—woo!" Her cries quickly turned into sobs. Perhaps it was the pain, causing her to involuntarily lean forward, but her legs were already firmly held in place by my hands. As she pulled back, I pulled her back with both hands, and my penis thrust in again, resulting in the entire penis being inserted into her anus without any gap.

"Ah—woo—ah!" She cried incessantly, her hands pounding against the edge of the bed. Her flawless white back muscles were now covered with a fine layer of glistening sweat, staining her white vest. At this moment, I held her legs tightly, preventing her from pulling back. My penis was gripped by her firm anus, which felt good, but my greedy penis would not be satisfied easily. After a slow series of insertions and withdrawals, I began rhythmic thrusting.

I thrust into her small anus violently and rapidly, until her upper body was almost completely flat on the floor, her full breasts pressed against it, rubbing against the floor with each thrust.

"It hurts—stop—please—ooh," she finally begged, which gave me immense satisfaction, fueling my masculine ego and igniting my desire to conquer. So I launched into a second, overwhelming frenzy of thrusting. "Ah—it hurts—I can't take it anymore—ah!" She pounded the floor, screaming and throwing her head back.

After about ten minutes, the waves of pleasure washing over me made me realize I was about to climax. So I thrust faster and harder. "Ah—no—don't ejaculate there!" she cried out, realizing I was about to ejaculate. But I didn't care about anything else. After a frenzied thrusting, I suddenly felt my body tremble as if I'd been electrocuted, my testicles went limp, and I ejaculated all my hot semen into her anus.

(Chapter Seven)

Unexpectedly, not long after we finished, Aunt Shen pushed me away forcefully and angrily told me to leave immediately. I was startled; I hadn't expected her to be angry. I stammered an apology, "Ah, Auntie, I'm, I'm sorry!" As I spoke, I looked at her, hoping to see in her eyes that she was faking it. But she didn't accept it and loudly told me to leave immediately again. I was caught off guard because I hadn't expected her to be really angry, so I had no choice but to pick up my clothes from the floor and slink away. In the living room

, already dressed, I sat helplessly on the sofa. Originally, I wanted to leave the house and hide outside for a while, but I thought I'd apologize again after she came out. A dozen minutes later, she came out and sat down next to me in the living room. Feeling a pang of regret, I lowered my head, not daring to look at her. She remained silent as well. The room fell silent, the atmosphere incredibly awkward.

"I'm sorry, Auntie," I finally mustered the courage to say after a long pause. After speaking, I secretly glanced at her. Her eyes were red, and her face was streaked with tears; she had clearly been crying in my room. Seeing her so sorrowful, I felt terrible. I began to resent my own rashness and impulsiveness.

"Hey, never mind," she said, just as I was regretting my actions. "Haijian, please don't treat me like that again, okay? Your behavior just now made me feel like you were humiliating me. To be honest, I enjoy being intimate with you. But I'm also a human being, and I have dignity. What you did just now made me feel like a lowly prostitute. How could I not be hurt and angry?" Of course,

that wasn't what I really meant; I was just acting out of curiosity and impulse. Although it was excessive, I genuinely didn't mean to belittle her. I immediately began to explain myself and apologize repeatedly. She just listened with her head down, saying nothing, but the expression on her face gradually softened. I talked for a long time, and finally she told me not to do it again, or she wouldn't let me touch her anymore.

Feeling like I'd been granted a reprieve, I immediately nodded in agreement. Then she went out and went upstairs to her home. I sat alone in the living room, feeling terrified and frightened. Luckily, I was sincere; otherwise, she would have ignored me, and we would have had to return to our previous normal relationship, and she wouldn't have been affectionate with me anymore.

For the next two weeks, she only maintained a superficial politeness and courtesy towards me as an elder. But she wouldn't let me be intimate with her again, whether in the shop or at her home. I was sad for a long time because of this, thinking I had really gone too far. Otherwise, given the relationship we had built up over the past six months, things should have been fine soon.

I've lost a lot of weight lately, not from a hunger strike, but because I genuinely have no appetite. I can't eat, and I've even lost my libido, so I rarely masturbate anymore. During this time, she won't even let me hold her hand, let alone be intimate with her. This situation is making me extremely anxious. I'm becoming perfunctory in my interactions with others, no longer as earnest as before. Even my visits to children's clothing stores are gradually decreasing.

Soon, it was late June. He Jun's college entrance exam results came out. As he hoped, his score was neither good nor bad, just enough to get into a decent undergraduate university. Aunt Shen was quite pleased, not only taking He Jun to the best restaurant in the county but also rewarding him with a large red envelope of five thousand yuan.

I was very happy for him, but at the same time, I felt a little sad for myself. Although he will be going to university in another city, giving me and his mother more time alone, the current situation is neither warm nor cold. Who knows if she'll forgive me again, or if she'll ever be intimate with me again?

One afternoon in early July, He Jun, who had already filled out his college application and been accepted by Donghai University in Donghai Province, which is adjacent to our province to the east, invited me to his house. After I arrived, we chatted and played Pro Evolution Soccer on his laptop. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. I heard him mutter, "It must be my mom," and then he went to open the door.

Sure enough, a moment later, he and Aunt Shen appeared before me, one after the other. Today, she was wearing a beige sleeveless top, revealing her fair and rounded arms, a navy blue suit skirt that accentuated her curves, flesh-colored stockings that showed off her long legs, and black buckled high-heeled sandals. As soon as she entered, she bent slightly, reached down with one hand to untie her leather shoes, and put on a pair of slippers with unparalleled grace. Seeing me, she greeted me warmly, "Haijian, what brings you to Xiaojun's place today?"

"Hmm? Why is she so enthusiastic today? Did I—" I wondered, sitting in my chair.

At that moment, a strong, feminine fragrance wafted in, making my subsequent reply slightly stammering, "Oh, Auntie, hello!" She smiled at me and continued, "Haijian, Auntie will treat you to dinner tonight." Then she turned to He Jun and said, "Didn't I tell you this morning to go to the countryside to see your grandmother? Why haven't you gone yet?" "Uh, I, I forgot. Should I go now?" He Jun scratched his head sheepishly, saying this.

The auntie nodded and continued, "Go now. Have Haijian help you carry the things I asked you to bring downstairs." With that, she followed He Jun into the storage room. Watching her graceful gait, I felt a surge of desire; my penis seemed to receive a clear signal, stubbornly urging to rise. I shifted my position, but my gaze couldn't leave her slightly swaying waist, her full hips, and her alluring legs; I even longed to glimpse beneath her skirt.

The three of us then busied ourselves. Only after seeing He Jun into a taxi did she wipe the fine sweat from her forehead and say to me, "Let's go to my place." "Ah! Auntie, you're not angry anymore?"

Although I was quite happy inside, I still asked her with a hint of surprise. Upon hearing this, a blush immediately rose to her face, and her gaze towards me held a mixture of shyness and unfathomable resentment.

"Hmph! Go if you want, don't. I already called you anyway." Just as I was staring intently at her, she stomped her foot, then spoke to me with a shy yet coquettish tone. Her actions and tone were full of feminine charm. "I'll go, I'll go, hehe." I replied hastily, already overjoyed.

Then I followed her, slowly walking towards her—after entering the room and locking the door, I couldn't wait to hug her and kiss her passionately. She didn't resist at all, warmly responding with her lips. My hands began to roam, taking off her clothes one by one. She obediently let me undress her, and soon she was completely naked. I helped her to the bed and laid her down, then took off my own clothes and got into bed.

The first thing I did after getting into bed was to kiss her all over, and then very attentively give her oral sex. Perhaps because it had been a while since we'd done it, her reaction was intense. Her whole body trembled, and she kept moaning softly. Her heavy breathing revealed her intense excitement.

The bedroom quickly filled with passion as we entwined ourselves on the bed, indulging in passionate lovemaking. After more than half an hour, I, who had been holding back for so long, finally lost control and roared as I ejaculated deep into her vagina. She convulsed as I ejaculated, moaning and groaning.

"You naughty boy! You haven't come to see your auntie these past few days!" As the passion subsided and we lay huddled together on the bed, Aunt Shen, her face flushed with desire, sat up and said to me. Her eyes were soft, but her tone held a hint of resentment.

"Hehe, I... I was just afraid you'd scold me again, Auntie!" I didn't know how to answer, so I could only offer this explanation.

“Actually, I’m not angry with you anymore. After all, you’re still just a child. Young and full of youthful vigor, you’re bound to have impulsive moments.” After saying this, she leaned against me again, continuing to express her feelings: “I’ve said it before, I’m a normal woman, and I need that too. So don’t overthink it, I don’t really hate you, I was just a little embarrassed because I hadn’t found a way to back down recently.”

Before I could speak, she raised her head, smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead, and asked again, “Do I look old?” I glanced at her. Although she was over forty, her exquisite face, full breasts, slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs were all evident before me. All of this proved that she was not only not old, but a mature woman in her prime.

Thinking of this, I felt excited again and reached out to hug her, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear, "Not old at all. In fact, you're the most beautiful and best-looking woman I've ever seen. Don't believe me? Touch it, my 'little brother' is saluting you again!"

"You're so naughty!" she said, but her hand reached down to my crotch. She squeezed my once-erect penis and stroked it, while continuing to say to me, "That's true, but you have to promise Auntie. You must never let anyone know about what's between us, especially Xiaojun." "Okay, I promise." How could I not agree to her request at this point?

After receiving my promise, she smiled and told me to lie down. Then she began to kiss my entire body, from head to neck to chest, finally stopping at my penis and sucking on it. I breathed comfortably, my hands still holding her head, constantly rubbing the strands of long hair on it.

After sucking for a while, she lifted herself up and straddled me, taking a woman-on-top position. She sat on me, swaying back and forth, while I held her slender waist, my hips thrusting up and down. Her full breasts swayed with the movements, looking incredibly sexy.

Soon, she reached another climax, collapsing onto me, panting. I flipped her over and vigorously penetrated her honeypot in my favorite doggy style, then switched to the doggy-style. We tried many different positions. Finally, exhausted, she sucked out my semen with her lips and swallowed it all. After we finished, we embraced and drifted off to sleep—as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. Since that day, Aunt Shen and I have resumed our relationship.

Being with her brings me indescribable joy. I'm cheerful all day, eat well, sleep soundly, and work diligently at her shop, no longer as perfunctory as before.

She was undeniably a beautiful and gentle middle-aged woman. However, her libido was also incredibly strong. After rekindling our relationship, she relentlessly sought opportunities to make love to me. Perhaps it was the high summer temperature, coupled with my youth, but I was almost constantly in a state of heightened desire.

It seemed that just seeing her gave me an urge to thrust and ejaculate into her warm, moist vagina. Even sometimes, in the children's clothing store, with Sister Xiaona present, we would naturally and deliberately engage in some physical contact. I would find opportunities to rub against her full breasts and shapely buttocks, and she would often glance at me with her gentle, affectionate eyes, or give me an ambiguous smile.

In late July, the head office of the children's clothing franchise called to notify all franchise store managers nationwide to attend the summer annual meeting at the company headquarters in Guangzhou. Because Auntie had never been to Guangzhou and had heard that the security there wasn't very good, she wanted He Jun to accompany her. But He Jun claimed he was learning to drive at a driving school. So, the four of us—He Jun, his mother, Xiao Na, and I—discussed the matter and finally decided that I would go to Guangzhou with her, while He Jun and Xiao Na would stay home to manage the shop.

A few days later, after some preparation, Aunt Shen and I boarded the train to Guangzhou at Haitan City Railway Station, about 30 kilometers from the county seat. Once inside the carriage, I glanced around. The carriage was quite luxurious, with four people per compartment. A young couple, who appeared to be a couple, were already sitting there. I nodded to them, greeted them, and then helped Aunt Shen and me arrange our luggage. We then sat down as well.

After the train departed, the four of us chatted idly. After a while, I learned that they were a newlywed couple going to Guangzhou for their honeymoon. They mistakenly thought Aunt Shen and I were mother and son. We exchanged a knowing smile and didn't say anything. But she still lightly stepped on me from the shadows under the table with her foot in a mid-heeled sandal. Then, the young woman switched seats with me, leaning against the older woman and discussing beauty and skincare. I, on the other hand, discussed computer games with her newlywed husband, a topic we both enjoyed.

Since the train departed at 8 PM, we chatted for over three hours until lights out. While the newlyweds went to wash up, I leaned over and hugged the older woman, intending to kiss her. She pushed me away somewhat awkwardly and whispered, "Let go quickly, I'll be so embarrassed if they see us." I was also afraid the young couple might suddenly burst in, but I still squeezed her tightly into my arms and kissed her on the lips. Only then did I release her, still grumbling, "What are you afraid of? They don't know us." Just as she was about to say something, the door opened, and the newlywed couple entered. I secretly rejoiced and said to her, "Let's go wash our faces and brush our teeth quickly!"

So we quickly left the carriage and went to the washroom together. Women are so slow; by the time she finished washing, the lights were already off. Using the dim wall lamp, we crept back to our carriage. My lustful desires had been rising throughout the journey, and naturally, I began to grope her, making unwanted advances. She seemed to find this intimacy stimulating, not resisting, leaning against me, letting my hands roam over her chest and abdomen through her clothes.

When we returned to our carriage, the couple was already in bed. Instinctively, I knew they were sleeping together, in the bunk above my aunt. My aunt and I lay down in the dark. Since it was still early, we weren't sleepy at all. Because of the couple, we were too embarrassed to talk or chat, so we just kept our eyes open and listened to the intimate whispers coming from her upper bunk.

They fussed around for a while, probably tired, and soon I heard the young man snoring. My aunt and I exchanged a smile; she turned over, her back to me, seemingly asleep too. I lay on my bunk, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks, and catching a faint scent of a mature woman wafting from the bunk next to me. I tossed and turned in the darkness, unable to sleep, a burning desire igniting within me. I relived every intimate moment with my aunt, that intense, almost criminal stimulation, that sensual physical contact; the softness and elasticity of her body seemed to linger on my palms. Lost in these fantasies, my penis was already erect. I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke it, but it only made things worse, a feeling of urgency, a desire to ejaculate.

Unable to control my lust, listening to the even breathing of the person in the upper bunk, I got up, quietly sat on her bunk, lifted the blanket, and squeezed in. She wasn't actually asleep either. Afraid of being discovered by the young couple, she reluctantly turned to her side to make room for me. The narrow bunk only allowed us to sleep side-by-side.

I pulled her hand to my crotch, and she knowingly fumbled to unzip my pants, taking out my hard penis with her warm, soft hand, gently stroking it. I kissed her smooth forehead, caressing her mature, sensual body. The cramped space made my inner desire feel unbearable; a burning lust surged through my body, as if about to explode.

"Why are you so impulsive?" she whispered in my ear. I held her voluptuous body close and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I want you, I want to fuck you right now." Hearing this, she continued to gently stroke my penis with her hand, her breathing slightly rapid as she scolded, "You're so rude! What's the rush? Once we get to Guangzhou and finish our business, we can be as intimate as we want in the hotel room."

Her answer didn't satisfy me, and I said, "But I want you now, I want to kiss you, love you, fuck you, penetrate you. Look, I'm already so hard I can't stand it anymore. Wait until Guangzhou? I'm afraid I'll explode before the train even reaches Xiamen."

Auntie seemed quite satisfied with the intense allure of her body. She chuckled softly in the darkness and said, "Then what should we do? This is a sleeper car, there are strangers here, absolutely not." I kissed her smooth cheek, my mind racing, and in a moment of inspiration, I quickly came up with an idea.

"How about we go to the toilet?" I whispered in her ear. Although I couldn't see her face clearly in the darkness, her flushed cheeks told me how red she must be. But the moment I thought of that, a sharp pain shot through my groin. It almost made me cry out. She had pinched my penis hard. "You're going to die," she said, then whispered in my ear, "Why do you always think about such dirty things in such a filthy place?"

My hand slipped under her silk dress, teasing her full breasts through her bra, and I said, "It's not dirty. Haven't you noticed how clean the toilets in the sleeper berth are? Don't you think it's exciting to be intimate on a moving train? I think it will bring us a different kind of pleasure!" As I spoke, I deliberately increased the intensity of my movements. "Auntie, I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure," I continued passionately in her ear, my mind now clouded by lust. Hearing this, she wriggled coquettishly in my arms, and I knew she had agreed.

The carriage was quiet; the snoring of the couple sleeping soundly in the upper berth was clearly audible. By the dim light of a small lamp in the corner of the aisle, I led her by the hand and tiptoed towards the toilet. The sneaking feeling was like that of a thief, except this time we weren't stealing valuables, but a mature, sexy middle-aged woman—my best friend's mother.

Seeing no one around, we quickly slipped into the toilet. Perhaps the train attendant had just cleaned it; it seemed even cleaner than usual. The lights were bright. I hastily pulled down my pants and hung them on the hook behind the door, my erect penis pointing high between her lower abdomen and thighs. She looked at my naked, erect lower body, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Although we had been intimate countless times, she was still ashamed to see me naked, especially in such a nearly exposed public place.

"Hurry up and take them off!" I urged impatiently. She leaned against the carriage wall, her voice trembling slightly as she answered, "I'm still scared. What if we get caught? It'll be so embarrassing. Let's not do it here, okay? Just bear with it today. Once we get to Guangzhou, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, my lust burned even brighter, my lower body throbbing as if it would explode. I pulled her into my arms and reached for the clasp on her pants. She struggled, saying, "I'll make sure we're good together after we get off the train, but please, not here—"

I ignored her pleas, forcefully unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down, saying, "Hurry up, Auntie, it'll be troublesome if someone comes." After a few tugs, her pants were finally off, her naked lower body exuding a captivating allure under the bright lights. She shyly closed her eyes, avoiding my gaze, her hands desperately covering her genitals.

Under the bright light, her smooth, full thighs were beautifully sculpted, her fair skin exposed to the air, a truly captivating sight. The pubic hair between her legs stubbornly peeked out from between her fingers, and my blood was instantly ignited by the exquisite scene before me. I pulled her into my arms and began my actions. Pushing aside her slender hands covering her vulva, my fingers gently caressed the place that had once given me such ecstasy. Perhaps due to nervousness, her still-tender labia were dry, like a desert parched by dew. My

hard penis thrust between her plump legs, displaying its burgeoning desire. While patiently exploring her lower body, I passionately kissed her, sometimes sucking and gently biting her sweet, delicious tongue, sometimes venturing into her wet, slippery mouth to lick and tease, all the while using my other hand to caress and knead her full, firm breasts.

My aunt wrapped her arms around my waist, feeling my skilled caresses. Her high, firm breasts heaved rapidly, and her body temperature slowly rose; clearly, she was aroused. Soon, her private parts began to gush with lustful fluids under my persistent efforts. My desire had reached its breaking point. Then, I lifted one of her legs, parted her still-partially open vulva with my fingers, and my penis slid in with a "plop." Embraced by the warm, narrow embrace of her vagina, I couldn't help but sigh in comfort. She hugged my back tightly for support. My

hips moved rapidly, eagerly creating pleasure within her. In this position, I could only insert part of my penis, but the stimulation of making love on the train and the pleasurable sensation from my aunt's constant abdominal movements still gave me a feeling of euphoria. After a few hundred thrusts, I felt my limbs weaken and I could barely continue. So I quickly pulled out my penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, and said to her, "Auntie, grab the railing of the car window, lean down, and stick your butt out."

Equally consumed by lust, she immediately obeyed my command, her full, round buttocks arching high in front of me. I held her waist with both hands and thrust my penis into her wet, hot vagina from behind. This time, it felt much better. My penis was almost fully inserted, and because I didn't need to hold her legs, I could thrust more easily and forcefully into her wet, hot vagina.

Intense pleasure washed over my entire body, and Auntie, stimulated by the intense pleasure, couldn't help but let out beautiful moans. My thrusting became faster and faster, almost keeping pace with the rotation of the train wheels.

In no time, her vaginal fluid increased, making it easier for my penis to enter and exit.

And the familiar trembling of her vaginal walls reappeared, contracting like a small mouth, gripping my penis comfortably.

With a series of fierce thrusts, she let out a soul-stirring moan from her lips. The intense contractions of her vagina gripped my penis so tightly it was almost impossible to move. Then, a gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed from deep within her body, numbing and tingling my glans. She reached her first orgasm in this tense and stimulating environment.

I waited for her to recover from her climax. Soon, she relaxed her vagina, and my hips began to thrust wildly again. Her body trembled slightly under the ravages of my penis, and she continuously emitted soft, joyful moans from her nose. My penis swelled even more inside her, intensifying our mutual pleasure to an even greater degree.

The lights outside the window began to intensify, reminding us that we, lost in a sea of desire, were soon to reach a midway point. I thrust with all my might, breathing heavily like a wild beast. Her moans grew shorter and shorter with each frenzied thrust, acting like an aphrodisiac, fueling my lust even more intensely.

This frenzied thrusting didn't last long; my penis began to spasm, the glans swelling even more, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust. I felt a dazzling light before my eyes, my back aching, and finally, I couldn't help but hiss, "Auntie, I'm coming!"

She felt the intense throbbing of my penis inside her and immediately stood up. My penis slid out of her. As I felt the unpleasant emptiness, she had already grasped my scrotum with one hand and was rapidly stroking my lust-covered penis with the other.

I reached out my right hand, frantically and almost frantically, and slipped it inside her shirt, kneading her full, round breasts roughly, while my left hand tightly embraced her smooth, upturned buttocks, kissing her delicate neck deeply. Waves of pleasurable pre-ejaculation sensations, fueled by her smooth, delicate hands stroking my body rapidly, stimulated every part of me.

"Uh, uh, ah!" I moaned softly, finally unable to resist the intense stimulation. A wave of ecstasy surged through my body, my lower abdomen thrusting forward, my penis convulsing. Milky white semen gushed from the tip of my penis, spraying the toilet walls and floor everywhere—04-10
(Chapter 8)

The next day, Aunt Shen and I arrived in Guangzhou. Being in a foreign land, we felt no restraint and simply booked a double suite at a hotel, living together like an older couple. After dinner, we lazily leaned back in a large single sofa watching TV. Aunt Shen comfortably placed her feet on my thighs, and we relaxed completely, indulging in this homey feeling.

Around ten o'clock at night, she told me to take a shower first. After I finished showering, she grabbed her change of underwear and shyly ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, thwarting my plan to bathe with her. Listening to the rushing water, imagining it flowing down her slender waist and beautiful curves from her full, sexy body, my mind was filled with nothing but the desire to revel in her soft, voluptuous form.

When she emerged from the bathroom, I froze. Today she was wearing an almost transparent pink nightgown, the light and shadow offering no respite for my eyes. Her firm, high breasts and the prominent vulva between her thighs were fully visible—a sight I'd only ever seen in adult magazines or pornographic films. And to my even greater surprise, she was wearing the very same black lace panties I'd used for masturbation. At this sight, my breathing quickened.

She casually walked to my bedside, dimmed the light, and then gracefully removed her almost transparent pink nightgown. Every movement was like that of a stripper, beautiful and graceful, yet her expression was as natural as if she were changing clothes in front of her husband at home. There was no flaunting, no provocation, just a smile as she gazed at me with her eyes.

Half-naked, she smiled sweetly, her long, wavy hair cascading over her right shoulder, her snow-white shoulders tracing beautiful arcs in the light. Her lips parted slightly, a smile playing at the corners. Beneath her upturned eyelashes, a pair of captivating eyes gazed at me with deep affection. A semi-transparent black lace demi-cup bra gently supported her full, firm breasts.

Between her fair, plump legs, a black lace panty was lightly tucked, revealing a high mound of flesh and a faint slit. I couldn't help but swallow, suddenly realizing I was trembling slightly, my lower body involuntarily swelling.

We gazed at each other for a moment. Suddenly, she reached out and pulled me up, tilting her alluring face upwards.

Then, our thirsty lips met. The instant our lips touched, she slightly opened her mouth and let out a long moan, her warm breath filling my mouth. At the same time, one hand grasped my already erect penis in my pants, slowly tightening its grip, while the other hand climbed up my chest and shoulder, her smooth tongue slipping into my mouth and hooking it around mine.

I teased her tongue with my tongue, then sucked on it with my lips, gently biting it with my teeth. I held her by the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her passionately, while my other hand trembled as it roamed over her slender waist and high, rounded buttocks. I spread my fingers and gently caressed the inside of her thighs and between her buttocks. As she trembled slightly, I extended my right leg and inserted it between her legs, gently rubbing her high, rounded vulva through her thin panties. "Mmm—mmm—mmm," the aunt's writhing body pressed even harder against my right leg, and I could feel more clearly how hot and hot her vulva was.

As the heat emanating from her vulva increased, her writhing became more intense, and the friction of her high, rounded vulva against my right leg became more and more forceful. I pushed her forcefully against the wall, using the wall for support, and my right knee found a foothold. My cold right knee pressed against the inside of her burning hot thigh, the temperature difference stimulating my nerve endings and making me feel even more excited. A moment later, I couldn't resist using my right index and middle fingers to vigorously caress her swollen vulva through her black lace panties. The warm, moist scent emanating from her vagina, seeping through the thin black lace fabric against her private parts, reached my fingers.

"Mmm—mmm—mmm," the aunt murmured, writhing in my arms, her trembling body pressing against my chest, her hips swaying slightly. I moved my right hand inside her black lace panties from her left hip, slipping my palm under her pubic hair, gently stroking her full vulva. My right index and middle fingers played with her labia, then teased and rubbed her gradually erect clitoris.

Under my teasing, the aunt trembled slightly against my chest, softly moaning, her head resting weakly against my right shoulder, occasionally biting me lightly with her teeth. A few minutes later, I had her turn around, then embraced her from behind. I unhooked her bra, slipped my hands under her armpits to her high, full breasts, and grasped them, my fingers deftly kneading her smooth, dark purple nipples. Gradually, I felt those buds harden under my caresses.

I lowered my head and kissed her neck, my nostrils filled with the scent of her hair. Her soft, slightly suppressed moans only fueled the burning desire within me. From behind her neck, her full, elastic breasts resembled solidified milk, a pinkish-white tinged with a hint of rosy blush. From this angle, her high, firm breasts were round and firm, the nipples subtly upturned, the dark purple nipples rising and falling with her panting chest, like a newly awakened bird, its beak tilted slightly upwards towards me, seeking sustenance.

As I kissed her neck, she unconsciously tilted her head back. When I gently kissed her earlobe, she unconsciously leaned her head forward. Her left hand kept holding and rubbing my penis, and when my right hand spread its five fingers from the inside of her thigh to the triangle area at the base of her penis, her soft and sexy body unconsciously arched back, her slender waist twisted, and she moaned softly.

I couldn't resist slipping my hand inside her black lace panties again. Her body trembled even more violently, and she moaned softly from her slightly parted lips. It was a low, satisfied cry emanating from her nose and throat. Soon, I turned her over again, bent her knees forward, and bent down to kiss her rounded navel and her still flat and elastic abdomen. My aunt couldn't help but hold my head with both hands, pressing down hard to bring my lips closer to her hot private parts. Through the thin layer of black lace panties, I breathed in the fragrance of the overflowing vaginal fluid, which tempted my hard penis to thrust upwards even more forcefully, pressing against her full, upturned buttocks.

Sucking on my aunt's soft, rounded thighs was a real treat. With a moan, she involuntarily raised her left leg, revealing a wet curve beneath her black lace panties that clung to her vulva. Without hesitation, I took one into my mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I picked her up and laid her down on the bed. Her soft, sexy body lay flat, her snow-white, naked body topped with two small, mound-like mounds. I stroked her erect nipples, noticing that her areolas had swelled considerably, the dark purple buds becoming engorged and rounded.

With a low moan from my aunt, I buried my head between her breasts, opening my mouth to take her elastic nipple into my mouth, letting it continue to swell, gently sucking the milky fragrance emanating from its tip.

After a while, I lifted my upper body and saw her full, rounded pubic area encased in small, semi-transparent black lace panties. I quickly pulled down the black lace panties, removing her last covering, revealing the dark pubic hair and the spring-like glimpse between her legs.

Seeing me staring intently at her lower body, the aunt instinctively blushed, her legs slightly clamping together, while she tried to cover her alluring genitals with her hands, though she couldn't truly conceal them. She pleaded in a soft voice, "No, don't look like that! Please, it's so embarrassing!" I ignored her words, got up, and straddled her, forcefully spreading her thighs. With the opening of her legs, I could clearly see her most alluring private parts: two pink doors gently concealing the pink crease between them. With her slightly trembling breaths and quivering body, the mound of flesh rose and fell, the two plump labia covering it wriggling like clam meat.

I kissed the mound of flesh on her private parts, breathing in the sweet scent emanating from her honeypot, a sweetness that gave me a sense of peace. I pressed my cheek against Yao Lan's soft, tender legs, the delicate smoothness further arousing my intense possessiveness. Then, I gently parted the thick labia of her peach blossom opening with my fingers, stimulating her to moan ecstatically, her lower body twisting gently, sweet nectar slowly seeping from between her petals. I pressed my fingers against her petals, rubbing them left and right, teasing her repeatedly until her moans became deeper, longer, and louder.

I didn't rush into a full assault, but instead used two fingers of my right hand to part her labia, and with my left hand to push up the clitoral hood, my tongue lightly sucking on the exposed clitoris at the entrance of her vagina. This action caused her to unconsciously thrust her hips and vulva upwards even more forcefully. "Mmm—huff—mmm—huff," Auntie groaned, her legs twisting. My tongue swirled inside the wrinkled walls of her vulva, sometimes lightly licking her clitoris, sometimes sucking on her labia. I even ventured my tongue into her clitoris, as if it were the source of the most delicious thing in the world. "Ah—Haijian—ah—oh—ah—ah," with each moan, I felt her arms tighten around my buttocks, her slender hands roughly kneading my penis, while she moaned passionately in my ear.

"Auntie's coming." As I pondered this, I saw a white stream of fluid gush from her clitoris with a spasm. I turned her over; her face was flushed with desire, and she was panting heavily. Seeing this, I was in a great mood and whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you wildly and intensely, I want to take you to the highest climax of sex, I want to awaken your most primal desires!" After hearing my lewd words, the aunt blushed and moaned coquettishly, "No more!"

I turned to kiss her, then pressed down on her, placing my hands between her legs and slowly spreading them apart before kneeling between them. I stared at the dark pubic hair where her legs crossed; as her thighs spread wider, I could even see the pinkish, moist movement of her vaginal opening.

"You're so naughty!" the aunt said lazily, glancing at me. Her face, a mixture of shyness and reproach, only fueled my desire. So I immediately mounted her. My aunt, her voice trembling slightly, said beneath me, "Faster! Faster!" Soon, I moved my penis around her vulva, sometimes rubbing her already erect clitoris, sometimes teasing her plump labia, sometimes lightly nibbling at her overflowing opening.

My aunt was aroused, her heart pounding. From her half-open, dreamlike eyes and her heavy, panting breaths, I admired her ecstatic state.

Just as she reached her breaking point, she involuntarily thrust her slender waist forward, pressing her thighs together. I deliberately slid my penis away, preventing her from getting her way. "No, no more, you're just teasing me." With that, Auntie writhed her supple waist beneath me, letting out soft moans through her nose. Her coquettish demeanor aroused me, and I involuntarily lowered my hips, my already throbbing penis plunging into her overflowing honeypot.

"Ah!" Auntie cried out, her expression one of quenching thirst. She placed her smooth, alluring legs in my arms, swaying her hips gently, actively thrusting her hips against my penis, welcoming my thrusts. "Is it good, Auntie?" I asked in her ear, my hands again caressing her proudly erect breasts. "It's wonderful—oh—just like that—Haijian—I love this wonderful feeling—I feel like I'm floating on a cloud!"

she responded passionately, swaying her hips in rhythm with my thrusts.

My thrusts gradually increased in speed and intensity, ravaging the honeyed depths of this alluring and sensual mature woman beneath me. I pulled my penis back until only the glans remained inside, then forcefully thrust it all the way in, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, rhythmically harmonizing with the swaying of her hips, creating a joyful symphony of lovemaking.

Her slender hands rhythmically gripped my arms tightly, accompanied by rhythmic moans. Simultaneously, with each powerful thrust, my scrotum struck her perineum, the pubic hair brushing against it. Her tightly contracting vagina sent shivers of pleasure through me; the folds of her vaginal walls rubbed against the sensitive tip of my penis, sending electric shock-like tingling sensations from my glans through my spine to my brain, making me involuntarily tilt my head back and inhale deeply.

My engorged penis, throbbing with blood vessels, made her vagina seem even narrower, the tender flesh inside tightly enveloping my burning shaft, increasing the friction. Looking down, I saw her thick, red labia being pulled in and out with each thrust. "Oh—oh—oh," she murmured, her moans suppressed.

Her starry eyes opened slightly, her breathing becoming rapid, her body swaying to meet my thrusts, her honeyed orifice sucking and releasing my penis with all its might. My own desire thrust in and out of her peach-like opening, left and right, making her pant heavily, her face flushed with desire, her thighs swaying uncontrollably in my arms, her long hair disheveled, obscuring her snow-white neck.

The beautiful "plop plop" sounds of our thrusting continued, rising and falling, incessantly. "Oh—oh—slower—slower!" Amidst her incessant moans, she suddenly closed her eyes tightly, her head shaking violently from side to side, her vagina seemingly becoming even narrower and deeper, the depths burning hot, her juices flowing like a torrent. Waves of pleasure stimulated me so much that I couldn't help but thrust my penis forward even harder. I heard her groan, then she gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, opened her mouth wide, and let out an electric-like moan.

Auntie bit her lip tightly for a full minute, then suddenly thrust powerfully, moaning, "Oh—so good—don't move—I'm flying—it's over—I'm over!" Following Auntie's wishes, I pressed my hips tightly against hers, my penis pressing against the entrance of her honeypot. I felt her deep vagina sucking and shoving my glans, the heat like a surging torrent, making my whole body spasm. A surge of heat welled up at the tip of my penis, and I used all my strength to press Yao Lan's legs towards her chest, pushing them forward forcefully. Her vagina was also surging with heat, overflowing with fluids, a surge of heat shooting from the base of my penis to the glans, shooting deep into her honeypot.

"Ah—um—oh," Auntie, in the throes of pleasure, waved her slender hands, her body trembling, before completely collapsing. Her vaginal walls trembled weakly, as if panting, sucking at my still-smoking "gun." At the same time, I lay helplessly on her full breasts, letting my thick penis, which had been ravaging her body, gradually shrink and become smaller inside her wet vagina. Auntie was still immersed in the climax of our lovemaking, only occasionally murmuring, "Oh—it feels so good—it feels so good."

After a while, I felt myself recovering, and Auntie's breathing gradually calmed down. Then I got up, pulled the blanket over her carefully, and then held her as we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was woken up while still asleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my aunt was already dressed, her expression gentle, her breath sweet as orchids. She swayed my body as she said, "Lazybones, time to get up. Come with me to the annual meeting later." Looking at her incomparably charming face, my lower body began to harden again. I immediately jumped up, grabbed her, rolled over and pinned her down, one hand reaching for her breasts, while chuckling, "Okay, but now I want it again. What do you say we do?"

She tapped my forehead with her finger and scolded, "You little rascal, all you ever think about is this. I never realized you were such a little pervert!" "How can I satisfy you if I'm not a pervert? Hurry up, Auntie, this pervert wants to have 'breakfast'!" I replied while grabbing her full breasts with both hands and kneading them vigorously. "Hmm! Stop fooling around, get up. After we finish our business, didn't you promise to have some fun with me here?" She said in a coquettish voice before pulling away from my embrace and throwing my clothes at me.

I glanced at the time; it was already past nine in the morning. Seeing this, I had no choice but to get dressed, wash up quickly, and go out with her. We stayed in Guangzhou for five days. Aside from one day for meetings and business, we spent the remaining four days visiting major Guangzhou attractions such as the former site of the Whampoa Military Academy, the Guangzhou Museum, the ruins of the Nanyue Palace, and the Beijing Pedestrian Street. We spent our days wandering around, and our nights exploring the blissful world of sex. I felt like this trip was our honeymoon; I thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful scenery, delicious food, and the mature, beautiful, and sexy woman beside me.

(Chapter Nine)

In late August, He Jun said goodbye to Aunt Shen and me. He left the county town for Donghai University, located in Dongzhou City, Donghai Province, to begin his university life. The night before he left, I talked with him for a long time. We talked about everything under the sun: life, love, studies, the future.

During our conversation, I told him about my idea of opening a teahouse after I graduated.

I'd been thinking about this for a long time; jobs were hard to find, and I didn't have much confidence to venture out into the world. So, the decision to start locally first, and then find another way if necessary, came about.

He was very supportive of my decision. He even generously offered to contribute some capital if we actually opened one, making it a partnership. I remember him saying to me then, "Brother, you open the teahouse back home first, and I'll try my luck in Dongzhou. If either one succeeds, we'll both have a future. Don't you think that makes sense—"

"Oh—oh—I'm coming—coming—coming—ah!" Ten nights after He Jun left. In my bathroom, a fine stream of water was spraying from the showerhead on one side of the wall, splashing onto me and Aunt Shen, making a "whoosh" sound. Beneath me, my penis thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, while she lay limply on top of me, panting heavily and letting out seductive moans. For a moment, the bathroom was filled with the sounds of our passionate lovemaking.

After He Jun left, our trysts became more and more frequent. Whenever it was at her house or mine, the young and vigorous me would unleash my full passion and give her my all in lovemaking. This sensual stimulation led her to indulge in her desires, unable to stop. Over time, she told me she had noticed subtle changes in her body and appearance, becoming increasingly noticeable. Every day when she looked in the mirror, she could see her skin was moisturized, her figure more alluring and voluptuous, radiant with a glow that seemed to come from being nourished by a man's essence. Thinking about it, it's no wonder; a strong and vigorous young man like me, indulging in unrestrained passion with her every night, how could I not radiate a glow under the balance of yin and yang?

Perhaps this standing thrusting position was too physically demanding, because after a short while, my movements had to slow down due to fatigue. So I helped her squat down, but found that this position made penetration difficult. Fortunately, she noticed my predicament, pinched my penis with her hand, then turned around and knelt on the bathroom floor, sticking out her plump, round buttocks, revealing her wet vulva.

Seeing this, I changed my position, kneeling behind her buttocks, then using my hand to guide my penis forward and thrusting hard, penetrating her again. At the moment of penetration, she let out a long, drawn-out moan. When my penis was fully inside her, I stood up slightly, straddling her, my penis forming a distinct angle with the ground. I grasped her full breasts with both hands and began thrusting my hips.

Each time, I completely withdrew my penis from her body and then thrust it in again, repeatedly and rapidly pounding into her body. After thrusting in and out dozens of times, I laid my entire body on top of her and began to thrust rapidly, pumping in and out of her. The shower water continued to cascade over us, splashing up large sprays. She let out rapid, short moans, while I gasped for breath. The sounds of our bodies colliding

, splashing, moaning, and panting mingled together, creating a joyful yet lewd symphony.

My penis was tightly enveloped by her vagina, the intense friction sending waves of pleasure through both our bodies. This pleasure urged us on, as if the highest heavens were right beside us. So I thrust even harder, and she swayed her body violently to meet my thrusts.

And so I thrust in and out, until I lost count of how many times I'd moved inside her, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I held her tightly, forcefully plunging my penis into her, then ejaculating streams of semen deep into her vagina. Her vagina, in turn, tightened and sucked at my penis, like a greedy child devouring every last drop of semen from my scrotum.

When the last drop of semen was gone, we both let out a long sigh of relief, then remained motionless on the floor, still in the ecstatic position, letting the shower water drench us. It took a long time for us to recover from the pleasure. I helped her to her feet, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, letting the shower water spray freely onto our faces and bodies—just as we stepped out of the bathroom, the phone rang. I answered it; it was my mother. Longing for her son, she asked about my well-being. While exchanging flirtatious glances with my aunt, who was languid and alluring after our lovemaking, I chatted idly with my mother on the phone.

After hanging up, my aunt, with her captivating beauty and alluring eyes, looked at me. Seeing her seductive expression and naked body, my desire surged again, and my previously limp penis began to stir once more. She noticed my "thing" was erect again, chuckled, and reached out to grasp it, gently playing with it.

The waves of pleasure surging from my penis made my body burn, so I pressed her down beneath me, silencing her gasp and displeasure with my mouth. My hands weren't idle either, tracing a path down her body to her mysterious, hidden depths. Because she had just showered, her genitals still retained some moisture, so I went straight to the point, lifting her legs to spread them apart, then thrusting forcefully into her honeypot, penetrating smoothly. Instantly, she let out a soft moan, releasing my mouth and grumbling, "Slower, it hurts—"

I didn't let her speak, sealing her full, red lips with my own, one hand grasping her high, firm breasts, gently rubbing two fingers on her nipples, while the other hand followed the same path, extending my middle finger to press on her honeypot. Because of the penetration, her clitoris protruded slightly. I easily pressed my middle finger on that crucial spot, gently rubbing the protrusion with my fingertip. I stroked her for a while, noticing her clitoris was a bit dry. I was afraid that continuing like this would chafe it, so I slowly moved my penis in and out a few times, drawing out some of her secretions.

I put my middle finger to her vulva, using it like a spoon to scoop up the slippery fluid that had been drawn out by my penis, then pressed it back onto her clitoris and gently rubbed it. After stroking her like this for a while, her body began to writhe irregularly; I knew that was a sign that she was aroused. So I released her lips, lowered my head, and bit her other breast. The aunt let out a soft moan as she was released, her hands roaming over my back. After a while, the thing inside her began to stir, thrusting in and out in rhythm with my middle finger on her clitoris.

Gradually, the initial dryness disappeared, replaced by a smooth, flowing sensation and rhythmic, gentle movements. So I quickened my pace, my middle finger rhythmically trembling on her clitoris, like a drumbeat striking the most sensitive spot on the little fleshy bud. My mouth, which was kissing her entire breast, contracted, leaving only my nimble tongue to quickly lick her nipples. I strained my waist muscles again, and my hips moved faster.

Soon, Auntie's desire was aroused and continued to rise. In a short while, her skin turned a pale pink, she exhaled heavy breaths, and arched her neck back, crying out ecstatically, "Oh—ah—oh—ah—so good—so good—oh—so good—oh—oh—so good!"

Auntie's moans grew louder and louder, and I also gained immense satisfaction from these lewd cries. Accompanied by the pleasure from my penis, I knew that orgasm was coming uncontrollably. So I released her mouth, and the fingers that had been rubbing her left that secret place. I adjusted my position, holding her buttocks with both hands to bring her honey pot closer to my body, then leaned down and thrust my penis even more violently into her already overflowing private parts.

After only a few thrusts, I whispered, "I'm going to cum, so good! Ah!" At the same time, my whole body shuddered, and I pressed myself against her. She also trembled, instinctively arching her buttocks. In an instant, large gushes of semen gushed from my glans, shooting deep into her uterus—"snap," and the lighter in my hand emitted a faint glow. I then used it to light a cigarette. The night was deep, and everything around was silent, except for the clear croaking of frogs from some unknown corner. The North Star hung high in the sky, and a crescent moon illuminated the earth. At this moment, my aunt was already soundly asleep in my room. And I stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette afterward, silently lost in thought.

Just before she fell asleep, I discussed with her the idea of opening a teahouse that I had mentioned to He Jun.

She didn't support it and told me that young people like me should find a job after graduation. She believes that only by gaining experience in a company or organization, and building social skills, capital, and connections, can one consider starting their own business. Otherwise, they might fail miserably and lose everything.

Hearing her advice, I couldn't help but laugh at my own naive thinking. Yes, do I really have that much ability? Finding a shop, decorating, obtaining licenses, hiring staff—I have to do everything myself.

More importantly, there's the financial aspect; my parents would absolutely not agree to this idea. In their minds, I'd be content with working for a state-owned enterprise. Therefore, they wouldn't use their life savings to help me.

According to my mother, that money is for my future marriage and shouldn't be wasted.

"Hey, I still have almost two years to think it over. No rush, I'll take it one step at a time!"

I muttered to myself, taking a deep drag on my cigarette and exhaling a large smoke ring. Then I thought, "If my parents don't agree, there's still Auntie and A-Jun, right? If it really works out, I can just persuade her to lend me some money, plus what A-Jun promised, hehe!"

In high spirits, I didn't care about hygiene and tossed the remaining cigarette butt downstairs. Watching the still-sparkling butt swirl and tumble in the air until it hit the ground like a shooting star, I turned and went back to my room.

(Chapter Ten)

Time flies, and the National Day holiday arrived in the blink of an eye. He Jun called to say that he would be spending the holiday traveling around Dongzhou with his new friends from university, so he wouldn't be coming home. Auntie hadn't seen him for a while and missed him. So she decided to go to Dongzhou to see He Jun. I originally wanted to go with her, but after her explanations and persuasion, coupled with her vigorous efforts in bed, I ultimately stayed in the county town.

After she left, my life became very regular: I would go to the children's clothing store in the morning, chat with Sister Xiaona, and mind the store; after lunch, I would go home and go online; and in the evening, I would talk to her on the phone for a few minutes at home. This went on for several days. Until the 6th, a classmate from school with whom I was on relatively good terms was having a birthday party at a restaurant, and I accepted his invitation.

My classmate and I, along with a few other friends he had invited, drank, ate, and played around at the restaurant. It

wasn't until after 9 p.m. that everyone got up and went home. Walking on the road, I remembered that I hadn't called Auntie that night, so I took out my phone and dialed. To my surprise, I quickly heard the notification that her phone was switched off. This surprised me a bit, because it hadn't happened in the past few days. I knew that when she went out of town, her phone was always on 24 hours a day and she wouldn't easily turn it off.

"Maybe the power's out?" Thinking this, I had no choice but to continue on my way. To be honest, these past few days without her had fueled a tremendous amount of lust within me. In the past, I could relieve myself with masturbation, but after experiencing her sexy, voluptuous body, that half-hearted act was long gone. The longing for her return constantly filled my mind.

As I walked, I suddenly realized I had reached the entrance to the county's only "red-light district"—Anbei Street. This "red-light district," as far as I knew, had existed for ten years. Both sides of the street were lined with brothels flashing rose-red lights. Unlike the other high-end hotels and saunas with their beautiful women, this place was filled with laid-off women forced to sell their bodies due to poverty, and women from other places or rural areas who had come to the county to work but couldn't find jobs.

Most of these women were married, had children, and ranged in age from thirty to fifty—mostly middle-aged women. Therefore, the cost of satisfying one's lust here is extremely cheap. Many different kinds of men transform into hungry wolves driven by desire at night. They flock here from all corners of the county town, selecting their prey and devouring them with gusto.

The alcohol I drank at the restaurant earlier is now taking effect; my head is heavy, and my manhood is gradually rising. For a moment, I feel like I've become a hungry wolf myself. The dim lighting is the catalyst, and the scantily clad, seductive prostitutes sitting at the entrance are like the fox spirits and ghosts described in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, captivating my soul. Forget about self-discipline, forget about violating public order; all I want to do now is surrender myself to desire, let it be released, let it find liberation.

Consumed by lust and driven by primal urges, I quickly entered a hair salon. There was only one woman inside; she looked to be around thirty years old, with average looks but a well-proportioned figure and long hair.

She wore a yellow floral sundress over a short-sleeved, buttonless top. Although her clothes looked rather cheap, the appropriate combination accentuated her alluring curves, making me fantasize even more about the body beneath her clothes.

"Sir, would you like a massage?" she greeted me warmly as I entered. I nodded, then asked in a muffled voice, "Miss, are you alone?" "Yes," she replied, quickly closing the door behind her and pulling me into a small back room. As soon as we entered the room, she started touching me, giggling and saying, "Sir, you're so mature!"

"Damn! So proactive. Hmm, I should ask about the price first!" Thinking this to myself, I quickly pushed her away, scratching my head as I asked, "How much does it cost?" "Thirty for a handjob, sixty for oral sex, one hundred for the full service. What kind of service do you want?" she said with a smile on her face.

After she finished speaking, I took out my wallet, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and handed it to her, saying, "Here, take this. I'll give you the whole package." Her smile widened, and she quickly took the money and put it away. While taking off her clothes, she smiled at me and said, "You're so kind, thank you. I've got a customer now. Oral sex, intercourse, anal sex—it's all up to you!"

Eagerly, I touched her and agreed. Seeing that she was naked, I immediately unzipped my pants and said to her, "Come on, miss, lick me." Soon, she knelt in front of me, watching me pull down my pants. My penis was already a little hard, with some precum leaking from the glans. She took my glans into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously, her hands touching my bare buttocks, and even scratching my anus.

I felt very comfortable with her service. I placed one hand on her head to control the rhythm, and the other on her face, then used my already erect penis to create a small, round bump in her mouth.

I breathed heavily, feeling quite good, and then asked her, "Miss, don't move, let me do it." After saying that, I pressed her head down with my hand and then moved my hips back and forth, letting my penis go in and out of her mouth. After playing like this for a while, I pulled out my penis and said to her, "Come on, lick my balls."

She immediately started licking my scrotum, and the tingling and numb sensation from there stimulated me so much that I quickly pulled her up and laid her on the small bed in the attic, then took a condom from the side and threw it to her. She opened the condom, then sucked on my penis a couple of times before putting the condom on me. After that, she stroked it a few times with her hand and said to me with a smile, "This thing is really hard, really great!"

At the same time, I adjusted my position and then inserted my penis, fucking her hard. She cupped one breast in her hand, shoved her nipple into my mouth, and kept moaning softly, "Oh—sir—eat—ah—oh!" Seeing her so wanton, I became even more excited, so I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. My lower body continued to thrust vigorously. She touched my face and praised, "Oh—so good—you fuck me well—oh!"

I didn't say anything, just kept my head down and fucked her. After about ten minutes, the semen that had accumulated over the past few days began to gush out impatiently. Unable to control myself, I thrust violently, making her tremble all over, moaning "ah ah oh oh." Perhaps to make me feel better, she looked up at me with a wanton expression, then gave me a thumbs up and said, "Oh—good—ah—so good!"

"Ah!" Overwhelmed by pleasure, I shouted as I ejaculated the last spurt of semen, then collapsed exhausted into her arms. We lay exhausted on the bed, embracing each other. A few minutes later, I finally let out a long sigh and got up to put on my pants. At the same time, she swayed her hips as she went into the bathroom next door to wash up.

When she came out, I was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. She came to my side and said with a smile, "Sir, it's been a while since you've done this, hasn't it?" "Yes," I nodded blankly. "Are you satisfied with my service?" she asked gently, still holding me close. I didn't answer

, just nodded again. Seeing that I didn't seem inclined to speak, she didn't seem to care and muttered to herself for a while. She only went to open the door when another customer knocked. I followed her out of the booth and then left the hair salon, heading home. Less than half an hour later, I was home. After taking off my sweat-soaked clothes, I took a cold shower. After showering, I went into my room, turned on my computer, and started browsing the internet.

After logging onto QQ, I found that He Jun's QQ account was online. So I typed a message: "Hey Jun, where are you now? How's it going these past few days?" "Fine, I'm at the internet cafe. Why are you online so late?"

He replied shortly after. "Oh, I just got back from drinking. It's a classmate's birthday tonight,"

I answered.

We hadn't exchanged more than a few words when he told me he was logging off to go back to school. At this point, I couldn't resist asking, carefully choosing my words: "Um, when is your mom coming back? Xiao Na told me today that she has some family matters to attend to and wants to rest for a couple of days." "Oh, is that so? My mom said goodbye to me at noon and came back. She should be home by now!"

After seeing this message on the computer screen, I paused, then forced myself to continue typing: "Oh, she's probably already home. I didn't look upstairs carefully when I came here, and it's too late to talk to her now. I'll talk to her tomorrow." "Okay, I'm logging off," he replied after I sent the message, then his QQ avatar flashed and he logged off.

Seeing that she was offline, I immediately took out my phone to call my aunt. But it was still off, just like before. So I got dressed again, left the house, and went upstairs. I knocked on my aunt's door for a while, but no one answered. It was obvious that she hadn't come back. Helpless, I had no choice but to go home and sleep.

Moonlight shone through the window with the curtains open, casting shadows on the floor. I lay on the bed, staring at it with a confused look. "Could something have happened? Maybe the long-distance bus was delayed somewhere, and there's nowhere to charge my phone. Yes! That must be it, that must be it—" I reassured myself, but deep down I was still a little uneasy. Because subconsciously, I deeply regretted asking He Jun about his mother's itinerary. For some reason, I had a feeling that something was going to happen.

"I hope I'm just worrying unnecessarily! Heh, when did I become as sentimental as He Jun?

Really—" After some time, still feeling self-deprecating, I turned over, covered myself with the blanket, and closed my eyes to sleep.

(Chapter Eleven)

The next morning, after waking up, I dialed my aunt's number again. But her phone was still off, a situation I hadn't expected at all. So, feeling depressed, I lay back down on the bed, my mind filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. Actually, it's quite ridiculous. Last night, I went to a brothel behind her back to satisfy my physical needs. But she immediately "disappeared," adding to my psychological burden.

I spent the whole day in considerable distress. I called her cell phone or sent her a text message almost every two or three hours. But every time, without exception, her phone was off. In my depressed state, I had no choice but to wait, pray, and hope that she would turn her phone back on soon so I would know that nothing had happened to her.

Another day passed, and at noon on October 8th, I finally saw her on my balcony.

Instantly, all my doubts and worries vanished. I rushed out of the house and downstairs, running towards her.

As I ran, I thought, "She's back! She's finally back!"

It had been almost a week since I'd last seen her, and I really missed her. As soon as I stood before her, I stared at her, mesmerized.

She was as beautiful as ever today: her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders, her voluptuous figure was faintly visible beneath her sky-blue short-sleeved dress, and her fair, lotus-root-like legs were adorned with silver high heels.

"Uh, it's Haijian. How have you been these past few days? How's the shop?" Just as I was lost in thought, the auntie, looking somewhat surprised and a little awkward, asked me. "Oh, it's alright, it's alright," I quickly replied, exchanging a glance with her. Only then did I notice her tired face, seemingly from lack of sleep. Seeing this, I urged her to go home quickly and took her luggage from her, following her upstairs.

"Phew! I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a shower first." As soon as she entered the house, she changed out of her high heels and went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes. "Was the journey smooth?" I asked from behind her. "It went smoothly. We left at 10:30 last night and arrived at 10:30 this morning, exactly twelve hours. About the same time it took to get there."

She answered my question while already gathering her clothes and coming out.

"What!?" Shocked, I frowned, my heart pounding. The cloud that had just cleared in my mind gathered again. Combining this with what He Jun had told me the night before last, I felt that one of them, mother and son, was definitely lying. Upon closer examination, He Jun was unlikely to be lying, so it was the aunt who was deceiving me.

She didn't notice my odd behavior and went to the bathroom to shower. Full of suspicion, I waited until I heard the water running before carefully picking up her handbag from the table and opening it to look inside.

Besides some essential women's items, the bag contained a black rectangular gift box. Inside the box was a gleaming platinum necklace that looked incredibly expensive. After seeing the necklace, I took out her phone and started looking at it. My phone was already on, and apart from an unfamiliar, answered number and a short text message from that number, nothing else interested me. But it was the content of that text message that utterly plunged me from heaven to hell.

"In this vast sea of people, our reunion is a destiny bestowed upon us by heaven. Xiuqin, twenty-eight years ago, my cowardice caused me to lose you. Now, I don't want to lose you again! Please give me another chance, okay? Just like back then by the little river in your hometown, you as the model and I as the painter, then under the starry sky, we poured out our hearts to each other, envisioning our future. Please don't doubt it, you are the only person I've missed all these years! —Qiang, yours truly."

The text message was sent around 11 PM on October 3rd, while the phone call came at 11:30 AM today.

It was clear she had spoken to this man named "Qiang" just before arriving at the apartment complex. I gripped the phone tightly, the dial tone clicking. Regret, anger, sadness—a mix of emotions swirled within me, like a flame ignited by jealousy, relentlessly scorching my heart. Thinking back to the fourth day, she seemed distracted during our phone calls, often urging me to hang up after only a few hurried words. At the time, I thought it was because she was tired from spending time with He Jun. Now it seems she was most likely in the arms of that man named "Qiang" again that day, and didn't have time to talk to me. As for the platinum necklace, no doubt, it was a gift from him.

She finished showering quickly. So I had to put my phone and the gift box back in her bag and pretend to be nonchalant. But I couldn't face her normally anymore, so after a few more words, I said goodbye and went downstairs to my own home. Staring blankly at myself in the bathroom mirror, my mind a jumble of emotions, I realized I was just an ordinary young man. Average looks, overweight, poor, and from a third-rate school—the same old story, I'm good at nothing. That wasn't all; the most hateful thing was that fate first gave me a happy and vivid dream, then cruelly shattered it without leaving any room for reconciliation.

"Why! Why!" I murmured to myself, standing in front of the mirror, tears welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face. At that moment, I felt like I had become that weak, bullied boy again. Deep down, I knew that this ill-fated relationship with Aunt Shen would eventually end. Putting aside everything else, the age difference alone spoke volumes. But knowing this was one thing, but when that day actually came, it was incredibly painful for me. I regretted it, I blamed myself. If I had firmly refused to let her go to Dongzhou that day, perhaps this wouldn't have happened—The next day, at two o'clock in the afternoon, in the rooftop coffee shop of the most bustling department store in the county.

Soft and pleasant music echoed in the coffee shop. Aunt Shen, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with black diagonal stripes, a brown knee-length skirt, and matching mid-heeled shoes, and I sat facing each other in an inconspicuous spot.

Between us, on a low, round table, two cups of steaming, fragrant charcoal-roasted coffee sat quietly. Neither of us took a sip, because at that moment, there were more important matters to resolve.

To my surprise, the day after returning from Dongzhou, which was today, after inviting me here, she no longer hid anything from me, readily recounting what had happened there. Clearly, she was serious this time, and had given it considerable thought. The world is indeed full of strange things; the

man named "Qiang" was none other than her boyfriend from her youth, and her first love. Even more dramatically, he is now the head of the Fine Arts Department at Donghai University, the same university He Jun attends. Otherwise, they wouldn't have met again after so many years.

Through her detailed account, I finally learned about her past with that man: his full name was Lü Guoqiang, born in Dongzhou. His parents were both students at Yenching University, the predecessor of Peking University, before the liberation. In that era, they were considered highly educated intellectuals. Later, they went to Yan'an and joined the Communist Party of China.

When the People's Liberation Army crossed the Yangtze River, they followed the troops south and became cadres. After liberation, the couple settled in Dongzhou City and both worked for the municipal party committee. They had certain rank and benefits, so Lü Guoqiang could be considered a cadre's son.

But fate is unpredictable. After the start of the Cultural Revolution, Lü Guoqiang's parents were both persecuted in the class struggle and sent to the "May Seventh" Cadre School in our province for forced labor. Thus, Lü Guoqiang, their only son, also came to our province with his parents. After several years of hardship, his mother, due to overwork and lack of medical care, finally died of breast cancer. After handling his mother's funeral, Lü Guoqiang was also sent down to the countryside as an educated youth. Coincidentally, the countryside he went to was the hometown of Aunt Shen.

When the two first met, Lü Guoqiang was nineteen years old, and Aunt Shen was only seventeen. Because he loved painting since childhood, he found a peaceful haven away from strife and hustle in that picturesque village with its magnificent scenery. There, he used his savings to buy a drawing board, paper, and charcoal pencils, and every day after finishing his farm work, he would sit by the river and paint. His favorite subjects were the young girls washing clothes and vegetables by the river. Aunt Shen was the most beautiful and elegant among them.

Later, as they became more familiar, she began waiting for him by the river every day. Sometimes they would stay there for hours, chatting about their future dreams, or he would paint while she watched. Occasionally, he would ask her to pose so he could paint accordingly, and then he would ask her to admire his work.

The man was in his prime, handsome and talented; the woman was graceful and beautiful. In those years of scarcity and hardship, love gradually blossomed between them, eventually blossoming and blossoming naturally. Holding hands, embracing, kissing, and tasting the forbidden fruit—step by step, step by step. They made vows of eternal love, whispering sweet nothings, and in secluded places—by the river, in the woods, in the ravines, and in the threshing ground—their intertwined figures would be seen.

But joy turned to sorrow. A few months later, Aunt Shen became pregnant. This was a huge deal at the time, especially in that remote, isolated, and traditionally-minded mountain village. Helpless, Aunt Shen's father beat and berated her before taking her to the county hospital for an abortion.

Originally, Lü Guoqiang was to be severely punished by the village committee, but fortunately, the Cultural Revolution had ended, his father had been rehabilitated, reinstated, and even promoted to vice mayor of Dongzhou City. Upon learning of his son's predicament, he used his old connections and went to great lengths to finally bring Lü Guoqiang back to Dongzhou. Thus, the once loving couple ended up separated in a tragic way.

Afterwards, feeling ashamed in the village, Aunt Shen's father arranged for her to attend a vocational school in the county town. She later went to Dongzhou to look for Lü Guoqiang, but his father refused to allow the couple to see each other. Left with no other choice, the heartbroken aunt gave up hope and returned to the county town. She studied diligently and, upon graduation, was assigned to the county's Bureau of Commerce. Later, through an introduction, she fell in love with He Jun's father, married him,

and gave birth to He Jun. They lived a peaceful life in the county town. Lu Guoqiang, after returning to Dongzhou, took the college entrance examination and went to university. After graduation, with his father's arrangement, he became an art teacher at Dongzhou University. He married a female colleague, had a daughter, and lived a relatively harmonious and stable life. However, later, a wave of "going abroad fever" swept through Dongzhou, and his wife, unable to resist the temptation, went to the United States against his wishes. In the mid-1990s, after establishing herself in San Francisco, his wife returned to China, not only divorcing him but also taking their daughter abroad.

Time has passed, and things have changed. Many years have gone by; Lu Guoqiang's father has long since passed away. He has not remarried and has devoted himself entirely to his career. Through his own efforts and the connections left by his father, Lü Guoqiang is now not only the head of the Fine Arts Department at Donghai University, but also a member of the Donghai Provincial Painters Association and a member of the Dongzhou Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference.

He has become an elite figure in mainstream society. Despite his success, he has yet to find a life partner. Over time, his inner turmoil has accumulated. Gradually, he began to reminisce about his first love, Aunt Shen, who had once haunted his dreams.

As fate would have it, Aunt Shen went to Dongzhou because of He Jun, and coincidentally, they met at the gate of Donghai University. This reunion after nearly thirty years filled them with mixed emotions. Later, when he learned from Aunt Shen that she was also divorced, he, feeling fortunate, could no longer suppress his love for her and began to pursue her passionately. That very night, he sent her love messages and made phone calls to express his feelings. The next day, he took her to visit the scenic spots of Dongzhou City. Throughout the trip, he was extremely attentive and caring towards her, befitting a "model husband." Soon, the sensitive and emotionally rich woman was moved

by him. Moreover, she hadn't completely forgotten him over the years. After all, first love is unforgettable for anyone. Especially since he was the first man in her life. So, that very night after their trip, she found herself going back to Lü Guoqiang's home with him—"Later, I asked him why he avoided me when I went to see him. He told me that his father had just returned to work, and he had caused him trouble, damaging his reputation, so he felt somewhat sorry for his father.

Furthermore, his father disapproved of him marrying a girl from the countryside. Out of guilt and respect for his father, he ultimately decided not to see me. However, after all these years, he deeply regretted it. He repeatedly told me..." He expressed his remorse, saying he would spend the rest of his life making amends for his mistakes. "Sigh!

Actually, we were both young and impulsive back then, and it's inevitable that we made mistakes. But the villagers back home are still kind. After I married Xiaojun's father, every time I went back to visit relatives, the villagers didn't look down on me or gossip about me behind my back. They still treated me as the pride of the village. So, over time, I only harbored resentment towards A-Qiang for avoiding me back then, and didn't care about anything else."

After recounting her past with Lü Guoqiang, the aunt sighed as if relieved. Then she picked up her coffee, took a sip, and looked at me with a calm and composed gaze, as if waiting for me to speak. At that moment, I was stung by her gaze, and immediately lowered my head, not daring to look at her. My mind was still processing what she had said.

"What should I do? What should I do? She doesn't want me anymore! She doesn't want me anymore! She's going to be with her first love!

She's going to be with her first love!" I kept asking myself this question over and over in my mind, almost to the point of madness.

Despair, a feeling of despair began to spread within me—

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