【My Story with My Aunt】(04)

Chapter Four
The first few days of the holiday were naturally filled with revelry at home, a time of boundless passion. I
used all the tricks I'd learned from watching porn in internet cafes during my school days on my aunt—the old man pushing the cart, Guanyin sitting on a lotus, the old tree entwined roots, 69
… we tried almost every new and exciting position imaginable. Whenever I made certain requests,
my aunt would laugh and scold me a couple of times, then obediently cooperate, and I, because of her gentleness, would thrust even more
vigorously. Every night we were entwined passionately in bed, deriving immense satisfaction from each other,
reaching the peak of pleasure time and time again.
Perhaps my aunt had been suppressing her desires at home for a long time; those few days, she was like parched land suddenly
nourished by sweet rain, bursting forth with vibrant life. Without any makeup, my aunt's face was already fair and rosy,
shimmering with a captivating glow; her eyes sparkled with a gentle smile; her tone was cheerful and
lively, carrying a touch of tenderness; her entire being exuded the unique charm of a mature young woman. At that
time, my aunt was like a pot of mellow wine; after just a few sips, I was completely intoxicated.
Unfortunately, this blissful moment didn't last long. Just as my aunt and I were getting intimate and still feeling a little unsatisfied, her
husband, my brother-in-law, returned from away.
Seeing him after being away for more than half a year, he seemed unchanged. His features were sharp, his eyebrows thick,
his forehead smooth, and his hair short and slightly curly; time hadn't etched too many obvious marks on his face.
However, the subtle hint of weariness between his brows made me realize that his year away from home
hadn't been easy.
I immediately thought of my parents, who would be back in a few days. They were even older than my brother-in-law, still
working hard away from home. Even if they didn't say it, I knew in my heart that it wasn't easy for them. They just
preferred to bury their hardships and tears in their hearts so as not to worry their children too much. In fact,
most parents in the world are thinking of their children, even if sometimes their
ways of expressing love aren't always accepted by their children.
Although working away from home is tough, my brother-in-law must have earned some money, because he always
had a happy smile on his face, revealing a calm and satisfied feeling that he hadn't wasted the year. And within
a few days of his return, he bought a refrigerator, a water heater, and a washing machine—household items that were rare in our village
. Under his guidance, over the next few years, people in our courtyard gradually bought these
things, catching up with my brother-in-law.
Chatting with my brother-in-law at home, he still treated me like his successful nephew, but I
felt a little awkward. After all, he was working outside, while I had taken advantage of his absence to sleep with his
woman at home, cheating on him. Yet, he was still so kind and friendly to me, which made me feel
a little guilty.
However, this thought didn't linger for long; I quickly let it go. My aunt is a normal
woman, at the age where she's full of desire; she certainly has needs. My presence filled
her emotional void and spiritual yearning. We both got what we wanted from each other. From a worldly
perspective, this is incest, but setting aside the generational difference, I am a man, she is a woman, we
share common needs, and we were attracted to each other, leading to sexual intercourse. This is simply
an expression of affection between a man and a woman; there's nothing to condemn.
After my brother-in-law returned, I naturally behaved myself, not daring to do anything improper. Sometimes
, when chatting at my brother-in-law's house, if my aunt was also there, I would give her a few suggestive glances.
A fleeting, almost imperceptible shyness would always cross her eyes before she looked away, avoiding eye contact. At those moments, it was all about
the thrill of the moment.
A few days later, my family and other people from the neighborhood who had gone out to work gradually returned,
suddenly filling the once quiet courtyard with a lot more life.
During the Lunar New Year, people in our compound would constantly move around, chatting around the charcoal fire, reflecting on
their gains and losses of the past year, and also looking forward to the future. With relatives and friends coming and going,
and so many eyes watching, my aunt and I had even less of a chance. Even when we were alone together, we would only
talk casually, without any physical contact. After all, our relationship was something we couldn't keep secret. If it were discovered
, it would be an unbearable disaster for my aunt and me, and for our respective families. Even if my penis
was restless, I had to control it.
After the Spring Festival, people in the compound gradually went out to work again, and the once lively courtyard suddenly
became quiet. Fate brings us together, but gatherings and separations are unpredictable; perhaps this is life.
While this year brought me joy, it also brought me some news that wasn't good. It turned out that
my brother-in-law, who had earned some money working away from home over the years, didn't want to wander anymore. He wanted to buy a
truck to run a transport business in the village, while also taking care of the family at home. He had made his decision.
Hearing this news, I felt a pang of sadness. My plan to be intimate with my aunt after the Spring Festival was now
ruined, and I would soon be going back to school, meaning I would have even less opportunity to make love to her. You can
imagine the frustration and discomfort of a young man full of vigor, having finally tasted the sweetness of intimacy and then going without it for so long
. I resolved to find a chance to be with my aunt no matter what.
While I was searching desperately, opportunity presented itself to me unexpectedly.
That evening, after dinner, I went to my aunt's house as usual. When I got to her door, I saw her
taking clothes into the bathroom next door, about to close the door and take a shower. I don't know what I was thinking,
but on a whim, I walked over, wedged one foot in the slightly ajar door, pushed
it open, slipped into the bathroom, closed the door from the inside, and then stared at my aunt.
"What are you doing?" she asked, startled.
"Auntie, I missed you. I want you, I want you so much," I said, rushing forward and
hugging her tightly.
"No, your uncle is right next door, didn't you hear him?" My aunt kept pushing me.
Only then did I hear my brother-in-law's voice coming from the side, along with another uncle
's voice, which made me freeze on the spot, unable to move. I had thought there was no one in the kitchen,
but it turned out my brother-in-law was right next door. It seemed that another uncle had come over for a visit, and they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't bother
to move.
Knowing that my brother-in-law was next door, even if I was hot-headed, I didn't dare to do anything rash, so I backed down
.
My gaze fell on my aunt again. Because she had taken a shower, she had already taken off her coat and sweater,
and now she was only wearing a thin white lace chiffon blouse, which perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Underneath,
she was clearly wearing red underwear, and her pink bra was faintly visible under the chiffon blouse, like
a seductive rose in full bloom, instantly making my already limp penis hard again.
I walked up to my aunt and pulled her into my arms again, pressing our bodies tightly together.
I whispered in her ear, "I don't care, I don't care, I just want you." At the same time, my
hands roamed over her back and buttocks, feeling her curves, and my penis grew even harder.
"Not now, get out," my aunt said, shaking her head and pushing me away. But she was no match
for me, and I stood rooted to the spot.
"Give it to me, I've been holding back for so long, I want you," I pleaded, gently rubbing my face
against hers. Of course
, I knew it wasn't appropriate to "take her right there" now; if my brother-in-law next door heard, it
would be a serious matter. But lust had clouded my judgment, and I didn't care about anything else. As long as I could
have sex with my aunt, I wouldn't care even if the sky fell.
My hands roamed over my aunt's body, sliding from her back to her waist, then down to her round
, pert buttocks, gently kneading them. My erection was already rock hard, pressing against her lower
abdomen through her pants, wanting nothing more than to break through the fabric and thrust into her.
My aunt must have felt my hardness and desire; her struggles gradually lessened, and
a hint of hesitation appeared on her face. Seeing that she had given up resisting, I became even more emboldened. After kneading her buttocks a couple of times,
I moved directly to her chest, reaching for her breasts. The moment my hand touched her soft breasts, she seemed
to realize what was happening, pressing my hand down to stop me from continuing.
"Just once, just once," I pleaded, looking at her pitifully.
My aunt remained silent, looking hesitant. After a while, she gently tapped
my forehead with a finger and said plaintively, "You... I really don't know what to say to you..." Then she released
my hand.
I was overjoyed, knowing that this time she wouldn't refuse me.
With her tacit approval, I stopped being flustered. My hands kneaded her
breasts through her clothes while I kissed her. She opened her mouth cooperatively, letting my tongue slip
inside, exploring her delicate tongue, and we intertwined.
After a passionate kiss, my hands left her breasts and moved to her waist,
slipping under her clothes to touch her smooth skin. My cold palms touched her warm body,
and she stiffened for a moment before relaxing.
My hands lingered on her slender waist and flat stomach, gently caressing her. My aunt's skin
was beautiful, white and delicate, like a piece of warm, smooth jade; a feeling of soft, fragrant jade welled up in my heart
.
My hand lingered on her waist for a moment, then moved upwards, lifting her clothes to her
chest. I pushed up her bra and grabbed her soft, small breasts, kneading them forcefully
. A muffled groan escaped her throat.
I pushed her clothes up over her breasts, then wrapped one arm around her waist while the other hand played
with her breasts. Sometimes I would grasp my aunt's soft, white breasts in my hands, squeezing them into various shapes;
sometimes I would pinch her slightly hardened nipples between two fingers, feeling their firmness; sometimes I wouldn't touch her
nipples, but simply circle them gently around the areolas…
Under my caresses, my aunt's breathing quickly quickened, her eyes shimmered, a delicate
blush rose to her face, her lips parted slightly, her fragrant breath brushing against my face, carrying a hint of intoxication. I couldn't resist
lowering my head and silencing her with a kiss, my hands kneading her breasts with increased force. Soon, my aunt
slumped softly into my arms
. "Take off your clothes," I said softly in her ear, releasing her after catching my breath.
My aunt gave me a seductive look, then began to undress. I quickly stripped
naked as well, hanging my clothes on the hook by the wall.
After some time, I finally saw my aunt's beautiful body again. Although her features weren't particularly
beautiful, they were dignified and delicate. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, exuding a touch of feminine
sexiness and allure. Her neck was slender and fair, moving with elegance and grace. Below that were two slightly
protruding breasts, small and soft, though not full, making them irresistible to touch. Below her breasts was
a flat stomach and a slender waist, outlining the curves of her entire figure. Further down was a woman's most private
place, covered by thick, dark pubic hair. Through the pubic hair, I could see her labia minora
swollen with blood, and her vaginal opening slightly parted, as if beckoning for my penis to enter...
When my aunt saw me staring intently at her naked body, a blush flashed across her face. She covered her breasts with one hand
across her chest, and her other hand reached down to hide her pubic hair, shyly
turning her head away. This coy gesture made her appear charming and alluring, and
the sounds of my brother-in-law talking from next door only made my mouth dry.
I went to my aunt, pulled her into my arms, and pressed my lips to hers, sealing her cherry-like mouth with a kiss.
I sucked hard at the saliva in her mouth, my hands groping her body, kneading her round buttocks
, then reaching for her crotch. A casual touch, and my palm was soaked.
I waved my wet hand in front of my aunt, and her face turned even redder, like a ripe
apple, tempting me to take a bite.
Time was precious, and I didn't want to dawdle, so I gestured for her to lean against the wall so I could fuck her from behind.
She lightly slapped me and said, "Don't take too long this time, hurry up, okay?" "Okay,"
I nodded knowingly.
My aunt then bent over, hands against the wall, legs slightly parted, ready for me to fuck her.
In this position, my aunt's exquisite figure was even more fully revealed. Her round, firm buttocks were slightly
upturned, her smooth back gleamed with a captivating glow, her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to grasp, and her soft, flowing hair cascaded
down her back, some strands falling past her ears and obscuring her beautiful face. She exuded ultimate allure,
causing my penis to swell to its maximum.
I walked behind my aunt, moistened my penis with some water on her slightly parted opening, then aimed at it
, thrusting my hips forward, and my penis plunged in forcefully, forcefully parting the tender flesh inside her vagina, reaching its deepest
point. My aunt let out a muffled groan.
"Be gentle," my aunt whispered, turning her head.
At that moment, I was thinking entirely with my lower body, paying no attention to my aunt's words. Hearing her say that, I
thrust even harder, and my aunt let out another muffled groan.
Having not touched my aunt's body for a while, my penis entered her warm, tight
vagina, enveloped by the tender flesh inside. A long-lost pleasure and passion instantly spread throughout my body
. I simply lay motionless on her back, quietly savoring the pleasure.
After a while, I got off her smooth back, placed my hands on her waist, and slowly began to thrust.
My aunt immediately felt it too; her vagina was incredibly wet, constantly secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid, which moistened my
penis, making my thrusts incredibly smooth.
After a while, we both reached our peak, and my hands began to roam over my aunt's body. One moment
I was kneading her two round, white, tender buttocks, the next I was moving to her smooth back, feeling her delicate,
soft skin; sometimes I would lie on her back, pressing our bodies tightly together, my hands slipping under her armpits
to grasp her breasts…
The only difference was that this time I didn't dare slap her buttocks like before, and my aunt didn't dare to cry out
. With each thrust, she suppressed her moans, letting out faint groans from her throat.
Although the sound wasn't as sweet and alluring as a real cry, it still gave me immense pleasure.
My penis kept thrusting in and out of my aunt's jade cave. Usually, I would gently thrust in and out a couple of times,
pulling my penis almost all the way out, then suddenly thrust it in forcefully, trying to reach my aunt's clitoris. Every time I
thrust hard, my aunt's vagina would suddenly tighten, as if trying to swallow my penis, sucking it in
uncomfortably. My shallow-then-deep thrusting technique quickly became too much for my aunt to handle. More
fluid flowed from her vagina, wetting my pubic hair, and a beautiful flush crept onto her body.
Because my attention was entirely focused on her, I couldn't hear my brother-in-law's conversation next door very clearly,
but even though his voice was muffled and ethereal, it still gave me immense stimulation. The thought of my brother-in-law being right next
door, and me secretly having sex with his woman through the wall, created a unique thrill and excitement that words couldn't
describe, and I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate.
Because of the situation, feeling myself about to ejaculate, I couldn't hold back any longer and increased my speed.
My penis moved rapidly in and out of my aunt's vagina, occasionally thrusting forcefully to try and reach her
deepest point. My aunt probably knew I was about to ejaculate; her breathing became rapid and heavy, and she clenched her teeth to suppress
a cry. At the same time, her vagina grew hotter and wetter.
Finally, during one of my encounters, reaching the deepest point in my aunt's vagina, I couldn't hold back any longer. My semen
shot out like bullets, gushing into her vagina. Her vagina contracted violently, then gushed out a gush
of hot, lustful fluid. We both reached orgasm simultaneously.
Afterwards, I held my aunt and touched her for a while before quietly leaving the bathroom.
Since that time with my aunt, although I still felt a lingering desire and couldn't forget her,
my brother-in-law was at home, so I didn't have a good opportunity, and I had to suppress my thoughts. A few days later,
with the start of the semester approaching, I packed my things and went to school.
The second semester of my freshman year was still very enjoyable. I often hung out with my close friends,
playing soccer on the green field in the sunny afternoons. Sometimes, when we had nothing to do in the evenings, we would
run laps around the basketball court together. Besides eating and drinking, traveling, playing chess, playing cards, and
hanging out in internet cafes, the list goes on...
Good times always seem so short; it seems like only a blink of an eye, and my freshman year is already coming to
an end. Looking back, I suddenly realize that another year of my life has passed. Although this
year has been very happy, if you asked me to name the specific things that made me happy, I can't recall many right
away. Perhaps that's how people are; happy things are easily overlooked, while painful memories are so
deeply etched in our minds.
That summer, I didn't go home but stayed at school to work part-time. After all, my parents work hard to earn money,
and I'm an adult now; if I can, it's only right that I help ease their burden.
In my sophomore year, with my parents' financial support and some money I earned from part-time jobs, I bought a computer, ending my
time at internet cafes. From then on, I immersed myself in the wonderful online world, started skipping classes, and became
increasingly reckless and unrestrained as time went on.
That same year, I found a girlfriend who was an officer in a club at school. She was very beautiful and had a
slightly plump figure. The key feature was her large breasts (C cup), which were round and full and attracted my attention.
After a brief conversation, I discovered she was gentle and virtuous, and she also had strong feelings for me. Almost
effortlessly, we naturally became a couple.
My girlfriend was a rather proper and traditional person, but to accommodate me, she quickly learned to masturbate
me manually. When I grew tired of masturbation, I asked her to help me with oral sex, and she obediently
complied. Soon after, she also learned to give me blowjobs.
With my girlfriend's company, whenever my desire arose, I had a way to relieve it. My girlfriend would always take
my penis into her warm, small mouth and diligently suck and swallow. Under
the attack of her warm mouth and nimble tongue, my penis would quickly surrender, ejaculating streams of semen, reaching the peak of pleasure, and then
soften, giving me immense psychological satisfaction.
Because my lust was released during this period, my longing for my aunt gradually faded. Of course,
sometimes I would think of her, her exquisite figure and snow-white body appearing in my mind, and my penis would
involuntarily stir. At those times, I could only find my girlfriend, take her to a secluded place, take out my penis, and bring it
to her mouth. My girlfriend would always give me a resentful look, then open her cherry-like mouth and slowly take
my erect penis into her mouth, sucking it incessantly until I ejaculated all my semen into her mouth.
During the winter break of my sophomore year, the night before I went home, I ejaculated twice in my girlfriend's mouth before
going home and seeing my aunt. After so much time, facing my aunt again, I no longer had the same strong
urge as before. We looked at each other for a while, and my aunt's face blushed slightly before she automatically looked away.
I secretly smiled to myself.
It had been almost a year since I'd last seen my aunt, and she seemed older than before. Time had left its mark on her face
; crow's feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her skin wasn't as smooth and delicate as it used to be
. Seeing her like that made my heart ache. Time seems particularly cruel to women, always
leaving its deepest marks on their faces without them even realizing it.
That holiday, my aunt and I didn't have sex because there simply wasn't a suitable opportunity. When we
were alone together, we would at most touch and kiss, and nothing more. If I wasn't absolutely
certain it wouldn't happen, I would rather abstain than force my aunt and risk having sex with her. Although we didn't
have sex, we could still understand each other's feelings through our eyes and words. Sometimes I thought
, actually, it was quite nice that way.
A few days after the New Year, I went back to school, continuing my decadent yet joyful university life.
For the next two years, I didn't go home for summer vacation. When I did return for winter vacation, my brother-in-law was always home, and
people who worked away from home were gradually returning. With so many people around, my aunt and I had sex very rarely. However, those few
limited sexual encounters still left a deep impression on me. Perhaps because we had been suppressing our feelings for so long, we were both incredibly
passionate. Our two hot bodies intertwined, reaching the peak of pleasure during our lovemaking,
which kept our relationship passionate and fresh.
Before I knew it, I graduated and stayed to work locally. My girlfriend's family found her a good
job back home, so I broke up with her. She absolutely refused, saying she didn't want the job back home and was willing
to be with me no matter what. Faced with her pleading eyes, I still cruelly rejected her.
On one hand, I had just graduated and had nothing. I didn't want my girlfriend to suffer with me, and
I wasn't sure if I could earn enough material support to guarantee our love. On the other
hand (and this was the main reason), my girlfriend loved me, but I only liked her; it wasn't
love. The woman I would spend my life with needed more than just her love; I had to love her too.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find that in my girlfriend, so I had to cruelly break up with her.
Actually, during our years at university, I didn't take her virginity. She would never refuse
me if I wanted to, but I still didn't. Basically, when we needed it, she would use her mouth to help me
. This wasn't me being hypocritical or trying to be a saint; it was just that I had a feeling our love
wouldn't last. My feelings for her never truly evolved from "like" to "love," and I didn't want to hurt a
woman who genuinely loved me.
On the day I saw my girlfriend off at the train station, she held my hand tightly and cried uncontrollably. As I watched her
car disappear from my sight, my eyes welled up with tears.
Time is like an all-powerful hand, burying memories and soothing wounds. Those past
events, whether brilliant or sorrowful, are like blooming waves in the long river of time—beautiful and enchanting, but ultimately
destined to vanish with the wind, leaving us only with a faint sense of reminiscence and longing.
Life after entering society has its joys and sorrows, but mostly it's mundane and peaceful.
When I feel lonely after work, I sometimes go to bathhouses and saunas with colleagues to relieve some tension; that's how life goes.
The year I graduated, due to work, I didn't go home and spent a rather uneventful
New Year in a foreign land.
Time flies, and soon it was September of the following year. On my way home from work, I unexpectedly received
a call from my brother-in-law.
It turns out my brother-in-law's son graduated from junior high school, but because his grades weren't very good, he didn't go to high school
and instead chose to attend a vocational school. The school he enrolled in happens to be in my city, and classes will start soon. My brother -
in-law had recently injured his foot in a bicycle accident, so he asked my aunt to accompany their son. Since my aunt
rarely goes out and is unfamiliar with the area, he hoped I would pick
her up at the station. He also mentioned that if she had time, she could stay for a couple of days before going back. I was overjoyed and readily
agreed.
Knowing my aunt was coming soon, I was incredibly excited .
I stopped going to saunas and clubs and started conserving my energy. I remembered the porn I often watched and suddenly had a
brilliant idea to add some new tricks to my upcoming lovemaking with my aunt. So I bought two...
A set of pink lace see-through lingerie, two pairs of ultra-thin lace-trimmed stockings, and a waterproof, silent, wireless vibrator
—ready for a big time when my aunt arrives
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