[Family Scandal] (01-02)

Family Scandal Author

: Xiao Zi Reposted from :
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********** ... ********** ...Today, after a thousand years of vicissitudes, whether the three characters "Qingshui Bridge" were truly written by Bai Juyi is no longer verified. The stone railings on both sides of the bridge are covered in moss, and the bridge itself is uneven and pitted , but the three large characters "Qingshui Bridge" carved on the side railings are still visible. One day in early July, just as night fell, it was exceptionally hot, without a breath of wind, only the incessant chirping of cicadas hiding among the leaves. In the courtyard of an ordinary farmhouse by the Qingshui River, a boy of sixteen or seventeen, having just bathed in the river, sat down on a bamboo recliner under the grape trellis to cool off, water droplets dripping from his body soaking the chair beneath him. The recliner faced away from the houses behind it. Perhaps due to the heat, the boy seemed restless, getting up several times only to sit back down. The boy seemed quite concerned about the house behind him, glancing back every now and then. The boy's name was Liu Xiaodong, from Liujiazhai in Qingshui Township. He was a second-year student at Qingshui Middle School. Since Liujiazhai was more than twenty li (approximately 10 kilometers) from Qingshui Town, it was inconvenient for Liu Xiaodong to get to school every day, so his parents had him stay at his uncle's house. His uncle, Liu Jianwen, was a long-distance bus driver who away on business trips. His aunt, Zhao Jing, was a teacher at Qingshui Middle School, and coincidentally, she was also Liu Xiaodong's homeroom teacher. Liu Xiaodong glanced back at the house again. In just a short time, this was the seventh time he had looked back . He knew that his aunt, Zhao Jing, was currently taking a bath in the house. The thought that his aunt might be standing in a foot basin, her snow-white body naked, wiping herself with a wet towel, inexplicably made him feel a surge of heat in his heart. In Qingshui Town, women have always been considered more troublesome than men, and they have more rules to follow. The Qingshui River was right next to the house. The men of Qingshui Town could jump in and bathe freely, but women couldn't. Even swimming in the river in a swimsuit was considered strange by the town's women. Even an enlightened intellectual teacher like Zhao Jing had to bow to societal norms and could only secretly wash herself inside the house. The incandescent light in the house was still on, its dim yellow light shining through the window onto the yard, making Liu Xiaodong feel a surge of desire. As the sound of rushing water reached his ears, he imagined a beautiful woman bathing before his eyes—his aunt and homeroom teacher, Zhao Jing. A gentle evening breeze rustled the grape leaves in the yard. Liu Xiaodong felt a cool breeze wash over him, and his mind cleared considerably. "How could you think like that? She's your aunt, and also your homeroom teacher. You were even thinking of peeking at her! Are you even a man?" He scolded himself inwardly , but he knew it was pointless; he'd soon revert to his old ways and think about the woman in the room again. With a creak, just as Liu Xiaodong was lost in thought, the door opened. A dignified and beautiful young woman emerged, carrying a bamboo chair. She appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with fair and delicate skin , and bore a resemblance to Xu Qing. She wore a pink nightgown, the loose fabric unable to conceal her graceful figure , and a pair of light purple slippers that made her small feet appear even whiter. This young woman was Liu Xiaodong's aunt, Zhao Jing, his homeroom teacher at Qingshui Middle School, and the woman who had just made him lose his composure. With a "smack," Zhao Jing frowned slightly and forcefully placed the bamboo chair next to Liu Xiaodong's recliner. Hearing the sound, Liu Xiaodong immediately stood up; the young man was quick-witted. Without a second thought, he knew Zhao Jing wanted him to give up his seat. This bamboo recliner had originally been moved to the yard by the woman, intended for her to use after bathing. Liu Xiaodong had taken advantage of the situation, sitting down first while she was showering. "Sister Zhao, why are you so loud? I'll let you sleep here, you don't need to worry about the neighbors not hearing," Liu Xiaodong said innocently, standing to the side. "Look, you've soaked this recliner! How am I supposed to sit on it now?" the woman said, pointing to the wet puddle on the bamboo recliner with a stern face. "Um... Sister Zhao, I'll just wipe it for you, don't be angry. I heard my parents women age faster when they get angry, and I don't want someone as pretty as you to become old and ugly." Liu Xiaodong quickly reached out and vigorously wiped the bamboo recliner a few times. "Heh, you little rascal, no wonder your mother made me keep an eye on you, to make sure you don't get into trouble at school." The woman looked at Liu Xiaodong wiping the bamboo recliner, her expression softening slightly, and said, "You're so sweet-talking, you really know how to coax people ."

"You've got all the pretty girls in our class wrapped around your little finger. I've noticed your class monitor, Meizhu, seems to
be getting along ." Zhao Jing is Liu Xiaodong's homeroom teacher at school, and she knows better than anyone who he's closest to
.

"Sister Zhao, you know I'm terrible at charming people. I blush whenever I see a girl.
Among all the women in Qingshui Town, you're the only one I'm really close to, Sister Zhao, and we talk a lot together. As for the girls at school, I
don't really pay them any attention. But..." Liu Xiaodong smiled mysteriously and said, "When it comes to charming people, I think Sister Zhao is the
real expert Look at my uncle, isn't he completely won over by you? I learned how to charm people from you." "

Heh, you little rascal, you're not exactly young, but you're not exactly old either,"
the woman couldn't help but laugh when she heard Liu Xiaodong calling her "Sister Zhao" over and over, acting all unruly and shameless. "
Look at you, you're almost as tall as your aunt, and you still have no manners at all. Remember, I'm your uncle's
wife , so by seniority I'm your aunt, and I'm also your homeroom teacher at school. You still have to call
me 'Aunt' in front of others." In the woman's eyes ,

Liu Xiaodong was still the little boy she had known ten years ago, the one who called her Sister
Zhao . She remembered the first time she saw him; he was only six years old then, small and
thin, but with a handsome face. Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Liu Xiaodong was now a middle
school student experiencing his first stirrings of love, while the woman herself was a graceful twenty-five-year-old woman.

Liu Xiaodong shook his head, his handsome face showing a serious expression, and said, "I don't want to call you 'Auntie
,' I'd rather call you 'Teacher.' You're so young and beautiful; if we stood together, strangers would definitely think you
were my sister." As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to compare the heights of his head and Zhao Jing's. A refreshing fragrance
wafted to his nose. Liu Xiaodong knew it was the scent of Liushen floral water; he remembered his mother, Chen Yulian,
also liked to use this brand.

"You...you brat, believe it or not, I'll hit you!" The woman was speechless for a moment. She stood there, feeling both
amused and embarrassed. The more Liu Xiaodong joked around with her so disrespectfully, the more she wanted to regain
her adult authority. The woman raised her small hand and said, "It seems my attempts to educate you over the past two years have truly failed
. You're becoming more and more disrespectful to me. You were like this when you were six,
and you're still . When did you become so glib?"

"Hehe, my Sister Zhao wouldn't dare to hit Xiaodong. She loves Xiaodong the most." Liu Xiaodong
smiled smugly. He knew Zhao Jing was just joking and wouldn't really hit him hard. He then actually moved his face towards Zhao Jing
's hand.

"You…" Seeing Liu Xiaodong actually bring his face to her hand, the woman was
truly quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "Hmph, if only you were half
as honest as your father or uncle, all you do is talk a big game. You're never serious. Sigh, how did our Liu family produce someone
like ?" She sighed, walked to the bamboo recliner, and sat down. She added, "I guess I
can't do anything with you. Next time I go to your house, I'll tell your sister-in-law, and have your father beat you up so you won't dare to
be so disrespectful again."

The woman feigned anger. She knew Liu Xiaodong had always been very obedient to his father. Whenever she
couldn't handle Liu Xiaodong, she would bring up his father, Liu Weiwen. It was a
tried-and tactic; in her experience, Liu Xiaodong would immediately surrender and beg for mercy.

Sure enough, when Liu Xiaodong heard that Zhao Jing had gone to his parents to complain about him, he panicked. He knew his mother
loved him and wouldn't really hit him, but if his father found out, it would be terrible—he would be beaten half to death.
Once, when he was little, he ate a watermelon from a neighbor's private plot, and when his father found out, he was beaten half to death.

"Auntie, Auntie, can't I call you Auntie? Please don't tell my dad!" In a moment of desperation, Liu Xiaodong
hurriedly knelt before the bamboo recliner, grasping the woman's hand and pleading.

"You..." The woman's hand was caught off guard by Liu Xiaodong's sudden grasp, and a sudden, inexplicable panic gripped her.

Zhao Jing had assumed Liu Xiaodong would only offer verbal apologies and would soon revert to his disrespectful behavior, but she hadn't expected him
to kneel before her and firmly grasp her hand. Her face flushed instantly;
since their marriage, no man other than her husband had ever touched her hand. The woman instinctively glanced
at the courtyard gate; no one was passing by.

"Even if I beg you, I promise I'll only call you 'Auntie' from now on." Seeing Zhao Jing remain silent, Liu Xiaodong assumed
she wouldn't forgive him and felt an urge to kowtow several times.

"Then you'd better keep your word. I never intended to tell your father. Get up now; a grown
man kneeling like this is a laughingstock." Zhao Jing quickly withdrew her hand.
There were still many people enjoying the cool evening air on the old street outside the courtyard. A fifteen-year-old nephew kneeling and begging his twenty-five-year-old aunt, holding her hand, was a scene that would be
disastrous if others saw it.

"Hmm, Auntie, you really forgave me?" Liu Xiaodong stood up, still somewhat doubtful.

"Alright, I'll forgive you this time. See if you dare to act like this again next time." The woman knew Liu Xiaodong still had
childlike habits; his kneeling and holding her hand was a desperate reaction. Luckily, no one
was passing by outside the courtyard, otherwise she wouldn't be able to face anyone in Qingshui Town.

"I won't dare again, I won't dare again next time." Liu Xiaodong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Look at you, you're so scared your forehead is sweating. Go back inside and wash your face." Zhao Jing looked at the sweat-drenched Liu Xiaodong, feeling both annoyed and amused. Actually, she herself had been incredibly nervous
when he held her hand . "Hmm." "Liu Xiaodong hurriedly responded and went into the house. It was a single-story house, divided into two rooms. The outer room served as both a kitchen and a living room, and a small partitioned-off area inside was used as a toilet, containing only a flush toilet. The inner room was the bedroom of Liu Jianwen and Zhao Jing. Since Liu Xiaodong staying there, a single bed was placed opposite the couple's double bed. Liu Xiaodong returned to the room and poured a basin of cold water. He immersed his hands in the water; the cool brought him a sense of refreshment. He looked down at his hands in disbelief. " Am I dreaming? Did I really just hold Auntie's hand?" In an instant, the soft, boneless feeling seemed to return to his own palms.

After washing his face, Liu Xiaodong felt much cooler and returned to the courtyard.
He sat down on the bamboo chair next to the woman. Moonlight filtered through the grapevines, casting dappled
shadows on Liu Xiaodong and the woman.

"Auntie, is Uncle coming back tonight?" Liu Xiaodong asked, sitting down
on the bamboo chair next to the woman after washing his face. The scent of Six God Floral Water on the woman was very familiar to him.

"Hey, you little rascal, you're quite clever sometimes," Zhao Jing said, quite surprised. Her husband was indeed coming back
tonight , but no one else knew about it except her. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "
How did you know?"

"Hehe, it's a secret!" Liu Xiaodong said with a smile. He couldn't help but feel a little proud. After observing for a
while discovered that whenever Zhao Jing used Six God Floral Water when bathing, his uncle Liu Jianwen would definitely
come home that day.

"Go away, if you don't want to tell me, then don't. I don't want to know." With that, the woman lay down on the bamboo chair, turning her back to
Liu Xiaodong .

Seeing Zhao Jing turn away and ignore him, Liu Xiaodong felt a little bored. After a while, he
became sleepy, picked up a chair, went inside, and returned to his single bed. Soon, he drifted off to sleep
.

Gradually, the wind picked up in the yard, rustling the grape leaves, and it
became noticeably cooler.

But the woman outside seemed oblivious to the coolness. She remained lying on her side in the recliner,
eyes closed , fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan. It was unclear what she was thinking.

The clock on the wall struck once. Liu Xiaodong groggily opened his eyes and saw it was already
11:30.

Then he heard a creaking sound coming from the opposite bed.

"No, don't do that..." It was his aunt Zhao Jing's voice, deliberately lowered. Author's Note

for Chapter Two : The beginning of the last chapter was actually a bait-and-switch tactic; I'm really not very skilled, but the effect was surprisingly good . I racked my brains trying to write the erotic content that followed, but I still feel it's not ideal, especially the shifts in perspective; I feel there are some issues. Oh well, that's just my level, please bear with me. "Could someone be bullying Auntie?" The thought jolted Liu Xiaodong awake, instantly banishing the sleepiness that had been lingering in his mind. Liu Xiaodong quickly perked up, squinting at the double bed opposite him, and the scene before him shocked him. A man around thirty years old was on top of his aunt, Zhao Jing. The man was shirtless, wearing only underwear. This man was none other than Liu Xiaodong's uncle, Liu Jianwen. The woman's nightgown had been pulled up to her waist, and from the side, her two snow-white, full thighs made Liu Xiaodong feel dizzy. "I wonder what it feels like to touch Auntie's thighs?" Watching Liu Jianwen's hands caress , Liu Xiaodong felt a surge of heat. He couldn't help but want to reach out and grab and squeeze his aunt's full thighs like his uncle had. "No, don't... can't you be serious for once..." It was still his aunt Zhao Jing's deliberately lowered voice. Liu Xiaodong felt his aunt's words were somewhat fragmented, but to his ears, they sounded exceptionally pleasant. He had never heard his aunt speak in such a tone before, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and impulse. "You're still awake so late, aren't you? You've been waiting for me. How can I be serious when you're like this?" Liu Jianwen whispered in the woman's ear. "Then let's do it tomorrow, during the day... is that not okay? Or tomorrow during the day, when Xiaodong comes home, you can do whatever you want." Zhao Jing stammered as she resisted her husband's advances, slightly out of breath . "What is it that you want to do tomorrow during the day when I get home, instead of doing it now?" A hint of doubt and curiosity flashed through Liu Xiaodong's mind. The sight before him completely banished any sleepiness. Judging from his aunt and uncle's mysterious demeanor, Liu Xiaodong had a nagging feeling that this was something he shouldn't know. "I have to go out tomorrow morning, heh..." the man chuckled, his fingers groping haphazardly through the woman's thin panties. "You..." the woman suddenly paused, "Weren't you supposed to stay home for three days?" "The team arranged for me to work overtime tomorrow. I have to leave before dawn. If it weren't for you waiting for me at home , I wouldn't have come back tonight." Liu Jianwen continued his rapid, stroking motions between the woman's legs. Hearing the man's words, Zhao Jing's heart warmed instantly, and her grip on his hand loosened abruptly . "You...you bad man..." The woman felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, a rush of hot water gushing from between her legs, as if Liu Jianwen's hand had touched a sensitive spot. "Who cares about you...you..." The man's fingertips pressed firmly against her sensitive spot, causing her to involuntarily moan softly . She knew she was no longer able to resist the man's intrusion. "Look at you, I just touched you, and you're already wet." Liu Jianwen continued to tease the woman's crotch , his excitement growing as her already soaked underwear became more intense. Unbeknownst to him, his every move was being watched by his nephew, Liu Xiaodong, in the opposite bed. The night deepened, the wind picked up, and the room grew cooler, but for some reason, Liu Xiaodong felt a surge of heat within him. He had seen a side of his aunt, Zhao Jing, that he had never seen before. "I can't wait any longer, I want it now, you won't believe me, just look!" Liu Jianwen's breathing was clearly rapid. He withdrew his hand from between the woman's legs and grabbed her hand, pressing it against his lower body. "You, what can I say about you? You're just like that, you never consider the time or place," the woman said, her tone a mix of anger and helplessness. "Last time at your sister-in-law's house, you said no one was home, that everyone was out harvesting grain and making movies, and then you demanded me without even asking what happened. Your sister-in-law, completely unaware, came knocking on the door . How embarrassing!" The woman lightly slapped the man's hand with her other hand and added, "If you keep pulling like that, you'll tear my underwear to shreds." "That was an accident. This time, just give in to my wishes," Liu Jianwen chuckled sheepishly, but his hand...

Without letting up, he said, "If your underwear is torn, you can buy new ones." He continued pulling down.

"You're so shameless, so shameless!" Zhao Jing glared at her husband, lowering
her voice , "If you're going to do it, do it in the outer room. If your nephew sees you, where will you put your face then?"

The woman seemed to cooperate by lifting her buttocks, and the man pulled hard,
silently ripping a white thong down to her ankle. At this moment, Liu Xiaodong's gaze was completely focused on her ankle, finding the crumpled thong exceptionally conspicuous.

"Okay, okay, you're a good teacher, I'm a big bad guy." Liu Jianwen
casually , "Look, you're already soaking wet." He then happily got out of bed.

As Liu Jianwen passed Liu Xiaodong's single bed, Liu Xiaodong suddenly noticed
a .

"Could this be what made Auntie change her mind?" A wave of surprise washed over Liu Xiaodong. In his
mind, Zhao Jing had changed her mind because she had just touched the tent in Liu Jianwen's crotch. Thinking of this,
he subconsciously touched his own crotch, and was instantly surprised to find that his lower body was engorged with blood, becoming
as hard as iron, creating a large tent in his underwear as well.

"Isn't mine the same as Uncle's? Auntie's hand must feel so good on it." In an instant,
a jolt of electricity ran through Liu Xiaodong's mind, and the soft, boneless touch of the woman's slender hands in the yard
appeared . He wished he could also press his aunt's soft hands on his tent like his uncle

. The man had already left the inner room, leaving the woman still lying on the bed. The woman lazily sat up,
seemingly and pulled down her pants from her ankles. Just as the woman bent down and pulled down her panties
, Liu Xiaodong caught a glimpse of her dark pubic hair.

The woman, her cheeks flushed, held the panties to her nose and sniffed them lightly.
She muttered softly, "What's that smell..." and tossed them onto the bedside table.

"What else smells like in panties? Want to smell them later?" Liu Xiaodong's curiosity surged. He
was filled with a strange longing for the woman's freshly removed panties, a thought he'd never dared to
entertain : he wanted to smell her underwear.

At that moment, the woman climbed off the bed, her delicate white feet clad in pink slippers. It was the first time
Liu Xiaodong had noticed how beautiful a woman's feet were, and he couldn't resist the urge to pinch them. Looking at
her feet so close, his heart pounded wildly. Even though he'd seen women wash their feet a few times before, he
'd never experienced such a tantalizingly intoxicating feeling.

With a "snap," the woman turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Before
Liu Xiaodong could react, the woman had tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Seeing the door closed, Liu Xiaodong quickly climbed off the bed and went to the woman's double bed. He grabbed
her panties and examined them closely. The silky smooth feel of the panties sent
a surge of excitement through Liu Xiaodong. He thought, "These are my aunt's underwear, and now I'm holding them firmly in my hands."

In Liu Xiaodong's mind, holding his aunt's panties was like grasping her full, round buttocks. The woman's
panties appeared snow-white and incredibly thin. What puzzled Liu Xiaodong was how such a narrow panty
could accommodate such full, rounded buttocks.

Liu Xiaodong held the woman's underwear to his nose and sniffed hard. Besides the familiar scent of Six God
Floral Water , he could faintly smell the dampness on the underwear. He could clearly feel the lingering dampness; his intuition told him that the wetness was
from between the woman's legs, and the fishy smell came from that.

"What are they doing mysteriously going to the outer room?" Liu Xiaodong wondered, his mind
drifting to the outer room with the woman in his hand.

He strained his ears, but heard nothing. Only the occasional sounds of people chatting and relaxing on the old street
drifted to his ears. In the sweltering summer, the people of Qingshui Town were accustomed to
chatting and relaxing in the evenings, some not going to bed until one or two in the morning.

After five or six minutes, Liu Xiaodong couldn't contain himself any longer and decided to follow them to see what was going on. He sniffed the woman's underwear
hard , then put the small piece of cloth back on the woman's bedside table.

Liu Xiaodong quietly approached the door; it wasn't completely closed by the woman. He gently opened the door
a
crack. The inner room where Liu Xiaodong was was dark, and Liu Jianwen and Zhao Jing wouldn't notice that the door to the inner room was ajar if they weren't paying attention.

Liu Xiaodong peeked out through the crack. The outer room was also dark, with only a faint moonlight shining through the window
.

By the dim moonlight, Liu Xiaodong could vaguely make out what was inside. There was an
eight-immortal table , and Liu Jianwen and his wife were sitting opposite each other on a long bench next to it.

Zhao Jing's pajamas had been undone by Liu Jianwen, hanging loosely at her waist. His hands were relentlessly fondling her firm
breasts , the tender flesh sinking deep into his fingers.

"Mmm..." The woman's lips occasionally let out soft moans of pleasure.

"Uncle, how can you be so rough? I wonder if Auntie feels any pain, but she sounds like she's
enjoying it." Liu Xiaodong peeked through the crack in the door, a mixture of curiosity and excitement in his heart, his lower body growing harder
without him realizing it . "Do women like having their breasts squeezed? No wonder I used to see Dad
secretly touching Mom's breasts behind my back." Looking at the breathtaking scene before him, Liu Xiaodong was reminded of the time his father
had harassed his mother.

"Does it feel good?" Liu Jianwen whispered in his wife Zhao Jing's ear, then slipped his hand
between , extending his fingers and gently thrusting them in and out of her vagina.

"No... um... it doesn't feel good..." Zhao Jing felt her face burning,
and her lower body, caressed by her husband, was gushing out a thick, sticky fluid.

Although the couple lowered their voices, it was no big deal to Liu Xiaodong, who was eavesdropping.
The problem was, Liu Xiaodong could even hear the sound of a man's fingers rubbing against a woman's genitals.

It was nearly midnight, and because of the heat, some people were still cooling off on the old street, a few
even playing chess under a streetlamp. "Checkmate!" "Catch!" The sounds of fierce fighting
drifted from the open window into the dimly lit outer room, stimulating the passionate couple on the bench.

"Hmm... or... or, let's go to the bathroom..." Zhao Jing murmured, her finger weakly
pointing to the window, "Look outside, there are still people cooling off on the street... the window isn't closed..."

She felt the fluid overflowing between her legs increasing, and she squeezed her legs tightly together, trying to stop her husband's
fingers from continuing to thrust in and out of her.

"It's okay. The lights are off, and the curtains are drawn, who will look this way? Besides,
the bathroom , stuffy and hot, who can stand it?" Seeing that the time was right, Liu Jianwen lifted the woman's full buttocks and
placed her on the bench.

"Ah..." Zhao Jing involuntarily let out a soft cry, her legs widening as her lower body
became even wetter, her private parts exposed to the man's gaze.

Liu Jianwen, his hands gripping his rock-hard erection, aimed it at the opening between his wife Zhao Jing's legs,
pressing his hips down forcefully. His thick, swollen penis forced its way through the woman's already soaking wet lower body, and he began to move up and down on top
of her . As his movements gradually quickened,
the sounds of "tsk tsk" filled the room.

"Ugh..." the woman let out a low moan, whether of satisfaction or shame. "Be gentle... if people
outside hear... if they hear anything, I... we'll... be finished..." she said. But she
gradually tightened her grip on Liu Jianwen, her two fair thighs arching over his buttocks, tightly
clamping his waist. With the rhythm of his movements, her plump, white buttocks began to
bounce .

Actually, the old street and the outer room where Liu Jianwen and his wife were making love were separated by a courtyard. Even if they were to
raise , the people on the old street probably wouldn't hear anything. However, behind the half-open door behind the couple,
a pair of hungry eyes were brazenly peeking.

Liu Xiaodong stared dumbfounded at everything happening before his eyes through the crack in the door. From this moment on, he truly
understood what men and women were, and what male-female love meant.

He saw the man silently burying his head in his work, while the woman occasionally let out soft
moans , presumably indicating that she was experiencing both physical and mental pleasure.

Liu Jianwen and his wife had their backs to Liu Xiaodong, so Liu Xiaodong could only see the man's back and his constantly swaying buttocks ,
and the woman's two... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual ... Watching Zhao Jing moan softly beneath the man, the image of the gentle and virtuous teacher he once knew vanished from Liu Xiaodong's mind. He thought, "So this is what my aunt and uncle do when they have to hide it from me! So my aunt also likes being treated like this by men!" Looking at the couple's frenzied actions on the sofa in the outer room, Liu Xiaodong suddenly understood. But he could only swallow hard, pressing his face against the crack in the door to continue watching, his heart pounding with the thought, "If only I were the one on top of my aunt." Thinking this, Liu Xiaodong wished he could be the one on top of the woman's voluptuous body. With each thrust, the poor bench beneath the woman's snow-white buttocks creaked groaned. "I can't take it anymore..." In just a moment, the man's breathing became increasingly labored, and the speed of his movements increased rapidly. Past experience told Zhao Jing that her husband was about to ejaculate, but she hadn't reached the peak of pleasure yet. She couldn't help but cry out, "No, don't ejaculate! I haven't... I haven't... ah..." The woman cried out anxiously; she didn't want to experience the feeling of failing to reach the peak of pleasure. That feeling of disappointment was unpleasant, especially since her husband had already let her experience disappointment several times recently. She desperately needed a cathartic release. The woman involuntarily reached out and hugged the man's waist, wanting him to stop and catch his breath. After several rapid thrusts, Liu Jianwen felt a tingling sensation in his waist. "I... I really can't take it anymore ..." Before he could finish speaking, a gush of heat shot out; the man had unreservedly injected his semen into the woman's lower body. "Oh...no..." the woman groaned softly, unwilling to give up. She thrust her full buttocks towards the man, hoping to ignite his passion. But the man, like a defeated rooster, became listless, unmoved by the woman's various attempts to rouse him, only letting out heavy breaths. The night deepened, and the people enjoying the cool evening air on the old street gradually dispersed, leaving only the lonely streetlights casting their dim yellow light. Liu Jianwen went to the restroom and got some toilet paper, handing it to the woman still lying on the bench. The woman lazily took the toilet paper and wiped herself a few times. The boy, Liu Xiaodong, behind the door, seemed unaware of fear, continuing to peek. He couldn't understand why the woman was wiping herself, but he felt that what she was wiping was the same as the wetness on her underwear. "You have to drive tomorrow, go to sleep," the woman said weakly, sitting up from the bench. "I...I'm not tired. You..." Liu Jianwen murmured, hesitant to speak. To it seemed his uncle had done something wrong and was ashamed in front of his aunt. "I...I'm fine, I just needed to pee," the woman said, walking into the restroom and turning on a small light. In the light, her face appeared flushed and shimmered with an alluring glow, making Liu Xiaodong's heart flutter. He realized for the first time how beautiful a woman could be. (To be continued)

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