Is my aunt really a slut?

When I graduated from university, I returned home with over 100,000 yuan.

This was the savings from four years of entrepreneurship.

I planned to take a gap year to organize my entrepreneurial experience and start again.

Since I didn't need to ask my family for money, my parents didn't object.

This leisurely feeling made me feel great.

And returning home made me feel even better.

A slender figure, long flowing hair, a defined waist and hips.

It was captivating.

My aunt arrived.

A woman I had fantasized about all day when my uncle got married.

It was said that she used to be a delinquent, but my uncle conquered her.

On her wedding day, my mind was almost constantly on her cleavage, adorned with tattoos, peeking through her wedding dress.

It was a blue swallowtail butterfly, perched on her left breast.

Actually, you could tell that her breasts weren't very large, but they were fair and firm.

When she walked, the butterfly seemed to come alive and fly away.

I imagined grabbing my aunt's hand, rushing into the bathroom, pinning her against the wall,

and then ripping off her lace panties from under her wedding dress and thrusting inside her.

I covered her mouth with my hand.

Her eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.

The muffled sounds coming through my fingers were a mixture of desire and struggle.

People outside were searching for the bride, while I was exploring her where my uncle couldn't see.

But the situation was so stimulating that I only lasted less than five minutes before shamefully ejaculating. I

didn't even have time to pull out.

I ejaculated twice as much as usual.

So much so that when I pulled out, white semen dripped all over the floor.

She tore off a handful of paper and quickly wiped everything that had just happened.

She gave me a cold look, let out a meaningful chuckle, and walked out.

The wedding proceeded as planned, without any surprises.

And I, I savored the memory for a long time.

And regretted it for a long time.

Because in the bathroom, I didn't tear off her clothes and touch that butterfly.

...

Of course, all of this was just wishful thinking on my part.

Although it was so enjoyable, so enjoyable that even now, thinking about it makes me almost get an erection.

In fact, after that wedding, I almost never saw my aunt.

Because my mother is a brother-supporting demon.

The family resources were provided to my uncle without regard to cost.

This greatly displeased my father.

He was so displeased that my parents would argue whenever my uncle was mentioned.

Twice they even came to blows.

As a result, I also began to dislike my uncle.

I disliked him so much that I lost interest even in recalling my aunt's breasts under her wedding dress.

But when I returned home that day and saw my aunt's graceful figure, the sealed feeling surged up and could no longer be hidden.

It turned out that after all these years, I was still that boy who wanted to sleep with my aunt.

I had secretly shared this feeling with my friend, Little Baldy.

His answer was straightforward: "What's wrong with that? Who hasn't thought about sleeping with their aunt? If you haven't thought about it, you can't even be considered a complete boy."

Now, this complete boy was standing behind the aunt he once liked so much.

I called her name.

She turned around, tucked her bangs behind her ears, and smiled slightly at me.

After all these years, the lingering delinquent feeling was completely gone.

Instead, she had gained a bit more girlishness.

Although her appearance had become more mature.

Of course, I also noticed a few traces of melancholy etched between her brows by time.

However, this only added to my aunt's allure in the eyes of men. It

was during dinner that I learned she was bringing her son to live with us.

My mother thought the nearby kindergarten was good, offering direct admission to the best primary school in the county.

To take care of her nephew, she insisted my aunt move from the county to the city with her child, even arranging a job for her.

The house had four bedrooms

and a living room; my parents' room was at the far end of the corridor. My room was connected to my aunt's, even sharing a bathroom, located at the far end of the corridor, separated from my parents' bedroom by a storage room.

This was the first time in my life I'd been so close to my aunt.

Just a wall between us.

During the day, my parents had to mind the shop, and my nephew was taken to kindergarten. My

aunt's job wouldn't start for another three months, so she had nowhere to go and would return after dropping off her child. Therefore, throughout the day, as long as we didn't go out, we were in an ambiguous situation of being alone together in one room. However, neither my parents nor my uncle truly treated me like a grown man. This kind of life hadn't lasted a week before a rather pleasant surprise happened. That morning, I woke up needing to pee, my penis rock hard, and I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into my aunt, who had just dropped off her child. She had just taken off her coat. The neckline of her t-shirt underneath was quite low, revealing two rounded curves of her breasts. I'm a grown man, so once my eyes met hers, I couldn't look away. My aunt, of course, knew I was looking. I was prepared for a scolding, or at least a glare, just like I'd fantasized about years ago. But it didn't turn out as I expected. She glanced down at her cleavage, then looked up at me. Without fear or shame, she seemed rather smug. She even puffed out her chest. It felt like that butterfly was about to burst out again. I felt my underwear was about to burst out of my pants. She noticed my arousal too. Her gaze immediately followed, and then, just like my staring at her breasts, she wouldn't look away. I'm not usually a promiscuous person. But in that moment, I had a brain fart and said something I would never normally say. "Auntie, is my place big?" I regretted saying it as soon as I finished. I just wanted to hide in a three-bedroom apartment. But her reaction surprised me. "Guess." My aunt left me with a meaningful smile, and without waiting for my answer, she went into her room. She was flirting with me. But, she was my aunt. However, my uncle lived in the county, and my parents ate lunch at a shop and didn't come back until evening.

I was in the bathroom, relieving myself, savoring the moment.

Normally, after relieving myself, I'd automatically go back to work

. But today, I was still rock hard.

I casually masturbated a couple of times, feeling incredibly aroused.

Thinking back to my aunt's reaction earlier, it seemed like I could do something?

For the next three or four days, I was somewhat distracted, constantly wondering if my aunt had feelings for me.

She seemed to be playing along with my thoughts.

Every day at home, braving the summer heat, I dressed increasingly lightly.

Only an hour before my parents were about to return would I change into something they considered proper.

If it were just one day, it would be a coincidence.

But after so many days, if I didn't do something, I worried I'd be struck by lightning.

But being naturally cautious, I wanted to confirm it again.

So every day I got up early, and when she brought the children back, I used the same trick, going to the bathroom with an iron hard as steel.

And my aunt would always stand in the hallway and confront me until I couldn't hold it in anymore, or felt embarrassed and slipped away.

Every time, I would stare intently at her breasts beneath her low-cut t-shirt, and in response, she would always look at my penis, which was barely contained by my underwear.

Moreover, it seemed that she was standing a little closer to me each day.

The extent of her exposure also seemed to be increasing.

Two days before that incident, I even saw a tiny bit of her areola.

Then my penis broke through the boundaries of my underwear.

I could clearly feel the head of my penis escaping from the top of my underwear, just to catch a glimpse of this alluring aunt.

My aunt must have seen that restless guy too.

But she didn't say anything, not even smile.

She just bit her lip, lightly licked it, and then thoughtfully went back to her room.

So, on the second Monday at noon, I decided to do something.

My aunt was only wearing a tube top and hot pants when she cooked lunch.

I glanced around the living room for a few minutes, thinking of several ways to accidentally touch her body.

But none of them felt right.

Fortunately, there were the various… hints or encouragements she had given me in the previous days.

This gave me the confidence to take the risk.

So I chose the most inappropriate method.

I walked straight over and hugged my aunt from behind as she was cooking.

My penis was embedded in the seam of her hot pants.

My hands climbed up to her breasts, which were covered by her bra.

For the first time in my life, my fingertips touched those butterflies.

The flesh supporting those butterflies was soft and smooth; just touching it once made my heart pound.

I have to say, taboo is the best aphrodisiac.

My aunt screamed, but the tone wasn't high.

It was clear that although she was startled, it wasn't intense.

Her body trembled, and she subconsciously tried to break free.

But when she realized it was me, she stopped before she could even begin to struggle.

She let my hands knead her breasts, which were much larger than when she got married.

Just to prevent the food from burning, she turned off the stove.

My body's lust mechanism was activated, and I smelled her unique scent.

A scent that belonged only to her.

It smelled wonderful.

I buried my head deeply in her neck from behind.

It was a very intoxicating feeling.

Even my hand movements slowed down.

Then, my aunt suddenly pressed down on my hand.

My heart skipped a beat; was she going to stop here?

But her next move was to pull my right hand down.

She was so thin, even in those tiny hot pants, there was still a gap that allowed her to guide my hand inside.

Downwards.

I touched a small patch of neat, soft pubic hair.

Then, a moist, soft slit.

My aunt led my hand to that place I had thought about masturbating to countless times years ago.

I felt like my penis was about to explode.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against me,

her breathing heavy.

Occasionally, short, soft moans escaped her lips.

I found her clitoris and pressed it repeatedly with my fingertips.

Her hand gripped mine tightly, gradually increasing the pressure.

My outstretched arm felt slightly painful.

Her unique, comforting scent seemed to intensify.

I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her cheek.

My aunt turned her head; I didn't get a kiss, but I ended up kissing her.

A delicate, small tongue darted into my mouth, wandering around, arousing my desire with a tingling sensation.

I pulled down her strapless top. She

wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Her nipples, exposed to the air, quickly hardened at the slightest touch.

While enjoying my aunt's passionate kiss, I played with the reddish-brown areolas around her nipples.

Soon, a small ring of bumps appeared.

Her teasing tongue became more forceful.

In retaliation, I played with her clitoris at a rate close to that of a vibrator.

In less than half a minute, she couldn't stand up.

My aunt pushed me away, her eyes glazed.

"This isn't convenient, let's go to the bed," she said.

I was naturally more than happy to agree, but I didn't want to lose our intimacy.

So I simply swept her up in my arms and took her to my room.

In that instant, I understood what "boneless softness" meant.

In the past two years, I'd occasionally heard my mother try to whitewash my uncle's extramarital affairs, but she was usually stopped by my father after only a few words.

At this moment, I felt even more contempt for my uncle. With such a beauty at home, instead of enjoying her, he was having an affair—what a waste!

But then I thought, men are like that by nature; I'll probably be no different in the future.

At this crucial moment, I quickly shook my head, banishing these irrelevant thoughts, and focused on pinning my aunt down on the bed.

"No, I'm your aunt," she said, pushing me away forcefully.

This woman was truly cunning, playing hard to get at this critical juncture.

But of course, I wouldn't fall for it. She dared to say it, and I dared to say it even more boldly.

"Aunties also have the freedom to pursue pleasure. Your uncle may not love you, but your nephew will."

Without waiting for her reply, I immediately began sucking on her beautiful nipples.

After a few sucks, they became pink and translucent; I suddenly felt incredibly lucky.

So my lips and teeth roamed between her breasts, determined to bring her to multiple orgasms.

My aunt seemed to be enjoying it, her hands instinctively wrapping around my head as if afraid I'd suddenly release her breasts and run away.

How could I bear to let go?

But feeling it wasn't enough, my hands were busy, expertly removing her hot pants and underwear. Now

that things had come to this, she didn't hesitate at all, opening her legs to welcome my caresses.

Perhaps she was just pretending not to be nervous; when my fingers touched her labia, there was no muddy feeling, just a slight dampness.

Entering was premature.

I placed my middle finger on the entire opening, pressing firmly on her clitoris with the base of my finger, slowly rubbing it.

I licked my aunt's nipples back and forth, and each time I licked one side, my other hand played with the remaining erect bud.

With all three working simultaneously, my aunt gradually became aroused.

Her legs would sometimes tighten, then deliberately relax, but she couldn't hide the surging pleasure, until it reached its peak, and the frequency of her tightening increased.

Suddenly, my aunt took a deep breath.

In an instant, it was as if the barrier between her legs had been suddenly broken.

A slightly sticky spring flowed out, starting small and gradually increasing until it finally overflowed.

Her breathing grew heavier, and I abandoned my fondling of her breasts, accepting her invitation for a deep kiss.

Then I felt the wildness of her youthful, rebellious self return.

My tongue stung from her sucking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could still faintly see her mischievous smile.

Just as I was thinking that she was already at her climax, and whether I should press my advantage, she suddenly threw me to the side with unexpected strength.

Then, naked, she straddled me, and coincidentally, her vulva clamped onto my penis.

I felt as if my entire body was being sucked in from the side by her beautiful vulva.

My aunt proudly thrust out her chest, looking at me with a half-smile.

Her lower body slowly slid back and forth.

I felt a pair of red lips, like playing a harmonica, caressing my penis from bottom to top.

I could feel the bulging veins on my penis, stimulated by the slight ripples, making it feel like a warrior eager for battle.

Instinctively, I reached out and grasped my aunt's full breasts.

Her rediscovered wildness also aroused me; I squeezed hard, pressing the areolas and nipples until they were incredibly smooth.

I fantasized about how much milk I would have made her squirt out if this had happened a few years earlier.

This stimulating fantasy made my penis thrust upwards wildly.

This was probably what my aunt wanted.

She finally reached out and guided me in, then took me in completely.

Like a black hole of lust.

I could even feel myself being sucked in.

The magical sensation from my penis

gradually amplified, spreading throughout my body.

I couldn't help but squeeze harder.

My aunt clearly felt pain and cried out.

But I didn't loosen my grip, still squeezing her breasts very hard, making them burst with vibrant color at the nipples.

My aunt, like a slowly starting train, began to rise and fall repeatedly on my lap.

Back and forth, back and forth.

From the initial simple back and forth movements, to the beginning of splashing water.

I guessed it was some kind of long-suppressed release.

So much so that the splashes became waves, and the waves became tidal waves.

And the sounds in her throat, from the initial soft moans like mandarin ducks and butterflies, became unrestrained moans like riding a roller coaster.

Even my room echoed.

The waves, from my aunt's vagina, with the momentum of retreating and surging, evolved from scattered drops into bursts, shooting out.

The furthest ones even landed on my chest.

I tried my best to provide power for my penis, to make it reach its full potential in my aunt's hot and wet vagina.

I never knew that my penis could struggle to explore so deeply.

And it seemed that the soft flesh of my aunt's vagina was welcoming a guest with ill intentions for the first time.

From here on, every time she thrust forward to let my penis go as deep as possible, my glans could feel as if it were intersecting with some bone through the skin and flesh of her vagina.

Each time I touched that bone, my aunt's moans would suddenly rise in pitch.

I enjoyed this perverse pleasure.

So I urged my penis on even harder, exploring the unknown.

One, two, three…

On the ninth thrust, my aunt suddenly stopped moving on my groin.

Instead, she let out a moan of mixed feelings.

The ending note was extremely long.

It was quite pleasant to hear.

At the same time, her vagina tightened around my penis, as if sucking and pulsating, as if trying to squeeze the greatest pleasure in the world from my urethra.

After about ten seconds, my aunt finally let out a long sigh, and like a lost soul, she lay down on me.

Any man knows that this is it.

Any responsible man knows that the mission is accomplished.

However, I wasn't satisfied yet.

Just now, my aunt, possessed by a delinquent, had been riding and ravaging me for twenty minutes, without stopping for a moment, and at one point I was even a little overwhelmed.

But now, it was time for my counterattack.

I sat up abruptly and flipped this beautiful, petite woman in her thirties onto the bed.

She didn't even utter a sound.

She was clearly too exhausted to fight back. She

also lacked the strength to resist my actions.

I grabbed my aunt's ankle and pulled her at a wide angle.

Her vagina was completely exposed before me.

There wasn't even a trace of black marks.

Perhaps my uncle hadn't used it much over the years.

Alas, poor aunt.

Thinking of this, I decided to make up for the years she had been neglected.

While she was still wet down there, I easily thrust in.

My aunt, who had been powerless and collapsed, cried out again when I suddenly penetrated her deeply.

"No, no, it's too sensitive now, can I stop?"

"Haha, how could I? Doesn't Aunt know what respecting elders is? Your nephew is still holding back a lot of anger."

"Ah... whatever... whatever you want."

She stammered twice, completely giving up resistance.

I felt very relaxed.

Anyway, my aunt seemed to have already come thoroughly, so I didn't need to worry about anything; I just needed to satisfy myself by thrusting until I ejaculated.

So I began my sprint.

Each time, he would almost completely pull the penis out of his aunt's vagina, and then insert it all the way back in, without holding back.

In the instant of each thrust, she would be so sensitive that she couldn't bear it at all, letting out moans that sounded like she was begging for mercy, it was hard to tell whether it was from discomfort or pleasure.

Then, she began to unconsciously clench her vagina.

I didn't know why she liked clenching her vagina so much.

Anyway, it was tighter than most women I'd ever met.

Or was it a habit left over from when she used to please her uncle?

After all, to get the most dashing gangster in the whole district to marry you, you need to have something.

I felt a surge of desire.

So I thrust even harder.

My stamina was off the charts, and I was able to go in and out three times per second.

My aunt seemed to wake up from her daze.

The remaining embers, constantly aroused by my penis, burned back into her body, vagina, breasts, and brain.

The moans that had driven me wild with lust began to echo in my ears again.

At first, they were just meaningless whimpers.

Then the flow of fluid from my aunt's vagina began to converge again.

It surged.

"Ah!"

"Kill me! Kill me!"

"I'm about to be fucked to death, sob sob..."

Various lewd words came out of her slightly sharp, yet seductive tone, making me even more aroused.

The "slap slap" sounds created by our union were so loud that even the walls could barely contain them.

Anyone hearing it through the walls would feel as if they were right there.

I didn't ask my aunt's opinion.

I was going to ejaculate inside her.

Not a single drop left.

All of it, deep into her vagina.

Then, after a few final, violent thrusts, I did it.

A strong, tingling sensation, something I hadn't experienced in a long time, washed over

me. Then, I couldn't control myself anymore, and my semen gushed out with the force of a burst dam, irrigating her once again incredibly wet vagina.

I moved forward in rhythm with the ejaculation, continuing until I couldn't ejaculate anymore, then I stopped.

My aunt didn't have a second orgasm.

She just endured it.

Judging from her expression, even though she had already had one, she still enjoyed it immensely during my second thrust.

Her voice sounded a little hoarse.

As I ejaculated wildly inside her vagina, she responded with each thrust, letting out moans from deep within her body.

Until I finished, lying on top of her hormonally charged body...

[The End]

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