Aunt's Story

My
aunt was a section chief at the tax bureau in my hometown, a second-tier city. She was very elegant and had a refined air about her. Her family had moved from the south, and she was a typical sophisticated young woman. Her style of dress was particularly appealing to me, and she spoke with great poise. She and my uncle were childhood sweethearts, and I would always steal glances at her whenever I went back home. Sometimes, when I stayed at their house, I would sneak a peek at her.
About three years ago, in the summer, I don't know the specific reason, they suddenly divorced. They didn't tell their families any reason. They were both adults, and their families didn't press them further. She got custody of the children and the house, and my uncle got a car. Soon after, my uncle found another girlfriend. I always felt sorry for her, but we lost touch.
Later,
after I graduated from university and started working in a first-tier city, she messaged me on WeChat one day, asking me to help her find a suitable short-term rental. Her younger brother was going to study abroad and planned to stay with me for a month to attend New Oriental, and she also wanted to discuss school selection with the real estate agent.
My girlfriend and I picked them up at the station. I felt awkward and didn't know how to address her. "Auntie?" didn't quite fit. I could only awkwardly greet her. After that, all I did when talking to her was, "Hey, how's it going?"
Luckily, my girlfriend's apartment was quite nice and available for short-term rentals. It was only a ten-minute walk from my house, so I recommended they stay there. Although it was a bit far from their classes, they wouldn't have to worry about utilities, which was convenient, and it was close to us. On the way there, the four of us squeezed into one car. Her son, who is chubby, sat in the front passenger seat, and the three of us sat in the back. I sat next to her. She was wearing a white dress, a black top, and flesh-colored stockings. I immediately lost control; as a stocking fetishist, I had absolutely no resistance to that kind of outfit.
In the end, we booked a single room, similar to a hotel room, with only one bed. She helped her son tidy up, and they were going to squeeze in to sleep together. I suggested she stay at our place; we have a spare guest room, and she wouldn't have to share a bed with her son (because my girlfriend and I live here, and it would be inconvenient for her son to stay over; she's very understanding and never mentioned it, plus she's only staying with her son for two days before going back to work). Honestly, at that point, I didn't expect anything to happen; it was just a kind gesture. So I brought her to stay at my place. My girlfriend told her about the shower and water heater, and then we went to our respective rooms. I watched TV in the bedroom for a while before going to the bathroom and then bed. When I went outside, I saw her washing her face in her pajamas after a shower. Since it was probably in my house, she was wearing a bra underneath—a milky-white one, the straps were showing. I was almost losing control. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw her stockings were washed and hanging on the balcony. I went to the balcony, picked up a corner of the stocking, and licked it. It smelled of soap, but I kept fantasizing that it was her foot and licked it for a long time. I didn't know if she had any spare stockings, so I deliberately scratched them with my fingernail to see if she'd wear them the next day. Hopefully, she wouldn't; I could just leave them at my place.
The next day, I accompanied her and her son to look at real estate agencies. Since I had also returned from abroad and was doing quite well, her son especially admired me; otherwise, he wouldn't have considered going abroad. She had already gone out to buy food when I woke up in the morning. She had changed her clothes today—a t-shirt and casual pants—but she was wearing black ankle stockings. From that moment on, I decided I had to get her.
After helping her for two days, I saw her off at the train station. I hadn't had much of a chance since then. Her son was with her during the day, and my girlfriend was with her at night. She sent me a WeChat message from the train, thanking me for my help. Although she wasn't officially my aunt anymore, she still considered me a role model for her child and hoped I would ask about her brother's situation. I said it was no problem, I could help anytime, and her brother could contact me if he needed anything.
Three
months later, I'd almost forgotten about her, she texted me, saying she was coming over for the weekend. Her son's classes were almost over, and she wanted to stay for a couple more days to sort out her school applications before packing her things and taking her home. My girlfriend and her mother were on a trip abroad, so I said no problem, she could stay at my place. My girlfriend was traveling, and I was free on the weekend. She replied, "Is it convenient?" I said no problem, I'd pick her up from the station, and she replied, "Okay."
After picking her up from the station and taking her home, I learned her son was having dinner with classmates and it would be late, so he wouldn't be coming to my place; he'd come to see us the next morning. We planned to eat nearby. It was a hot August day, and as we walked, I kept staring at her sandal-clad feet. I started planning to make a move. When crossing the street, I started intentionally or unintentionally holding her hand, claiming it was to avoid cars. She didn't really resist. I also kept accidentally bumping her chest with my elbow, and she would just gently pull away.
After dinner, when we got home, I said it was too hot and we should have some beer. We chatted and drank, and she didn't say why she divorced her uncle, but I could tell she was having a tough time. She sold the big house and bought a smaller one, using the difference to pay for her brother's studies abroad. She worked very hard every day, focusing all her attention on her brother, and didn't look for anyone else. She asked me when I was getting married, and I said I hadn't made up my mind yet. If my girlfriend were like you, I would get married right away. She seemed a little confused when she heard this. I said, "Auntie, can I kiss you?" She seemed even more confused. Without waiting for her reaction, I kissed her cheek first, and then slid down to her lips and started a wet kiss with her. She suddenly came to her senses and shook her head and pushed me away, not letting me kiss her. I pressed her down on the sofa and looked at her, saying, "I really like you. You're divorced now, and there's no one else in the house. Let me kiss you. It'll fulfill a dream of mine. I really, really like you. I don't know why my uncle would divorce someone as good as you." After hearing this, she started to hesitate. I started to kiss her slowly, and her tongue began to intertwine with mine. I deliberately drooled more into her mouth. Looking back now, I think I probably already had the idea of conquering her at that time.
While we were kissing, I started to fondle her breasts, then slipped my hand under her clothes, pulled down her bra, and began kneading her nipples. I felt she wasn't actually resisting me much, or perhaps her initial resistance was just a result of her inner turmoil. While kissing her, I used my other hand to lift her t-shirt up, completely pulling her bra off, and began kneading her breasts with both hands. Her nipples weren't small; her breasts were probably a B cup, soft. At that moment, I really wanted to lick her nipples, but I was afraid that if I left her lips, she would yell at me to stop. I don't like being forced, and if she really told me to stop, I definitely wouldn't go any further. However, I really wanted to lick her breasts, so I raised my head and said, "Let me lick them?" She looked at me for a while, and I stared back at her. She said, "Let's go take a shower." I was stunned. I worried it was just a delaying tactic, perhaps a shower was just to let us both calm down. I don't like forcing people's will, but I didn't want to give up what I had. I said, "Who goes first? Or should we shower together?" She said, "I'll go first, I need to wash my hair." I got up and let go of her. She didn't say anything, grabbed a towel, and went into the bathroom.
At
that moment, I started to regret it. If she really wanted to, why would she suddenly want to shower? There couldn't be anything else going on. After a moment of unease, I heard the hairdryer in the bathroom. I started clearing the beer bottles off the table, preparing to act like nothing had happened. After all, I'd kissed her and touched her breasts, so I'd gotten something out of it. A while later, the bathroom door opened. I turned around and saw her come out wrapped in a towel, her long black hair still a little wet. She calmly asked me, "My room or your room?" My blood boiled instantly; I wanted to have sex with her right there in the living room. Luckily, I was smart enough to say, "In your room, that bed is more comfortable." She said, "Okay, then go shower," and went back to her room. My mind was about to explode, but I still admire my quick thinking back then. If it were in my room, I was afraid she might have left something on the bed, and it would be troublesome if my girlfriend found it.
I quickly took a shower, focusing on my genitals. The shower did calm me down a bit, but at this point, she obviously wouldn't refuse anymore. However, I didn't dare go over completely naked, so I put on my pajamas and pushed open her door
.
I pushed the door open and went in. She turned on the bedside lamp, half-lying on the edge of the bed, a bath towel still wrapped around her body, staring blankly at the wall. I sat directly on the bed, not daring to make any move, looking at her face. She turned her head and said somewhat coldly, "You are very outstanding, the pride of the whole family. I really hope my younger brother can be like you in the future. What we're doing now is definitely not right. I don't know if it's because your girlfriend hasn't been home these past few days and you couldn't hold back, or if it's really like you just said, that you've always had feelings for me. To be honest, I haven't done it in a long time. Tonight I can do it with you once, just this once, and then we should have less contact afterward." I was a little sad when I heard that. She meant that if we did it this time, she might not want to see me again. I'm not the kind of person who's particularly impatient. I said, "I really like you. Ever since I lived in your house when I was little, you've always been in my heart. If we make love and you never want to see me again, then I'd rather not do it. I'd rather see you more often. Besides, you're divorced now. If you find a new boyfriend in the future, I won't bother you. If not, then can I at least occupy a little place in your heart?" She still looked at me and said, "I have to take care of your younger brother right now, and I don't want to find a man. So how about this, I'll satisfy you this time, and we'll let things take their course afterward, okay?" This was the answer I wanted. I nodded and started kissing her. This time, she didn't push me away. Instead, she took the initiative to French kiss me. I tried to squeeze out more saliva and put it in her mouth. After kissing for a while, she patted me and said, "Why is there so much saliva?" I said, "Because it's you. I just couldn't control myself." "That's enough, turn off the lights," she continued. I said no, "I want to see everything about you properly." "Then look," she said irritably, "It's definitely not as good as your girlfriend's. Look if you want."
I jumped on top of her, straddled her legs, and pulled open the towel. I first saw her breasts, nipples about the size of my thumb, brownish-red, not fully erect yet. I saw her staring at me, and I asked, "I'm going to lick it now." She said, "Go ahead and lick it." I started licking the left one with my mouth, while playing with the other one with my right hand. The nipple was very slippery in my mouth. I gently bit it with my teeth, and the nipple immediately hardened. She also gently stroked my head and slowly brushed my back. I can hardly describe the feeling at that moment; it was very strange, and I clearly felt like I was having sex with an elder. I licked her for
a
while, then started touching her genitals with my other hand. Her pubic hair wasn't long; she must have trimmed it. I touched her clitoris, which was already a little wet. I started trying to slowly insert my middle finger. She cried out, "Gently, it's not comfortable." I looked up and said, "Then I'll make you feel good." I plunged my head between her legs and started licking her vulva vigorously. She moaned, deliberately raising her hips higher, as if trying to shove her entire vulva into my mouth. There was a slightly salty, fishy smell, but mostly the smell of shower gel; she must have washed herself carefully in the shower. I realized that she was actually quite horny and definitely wanted to have sex, but she was suppressing it.
I kept licking, pushing my tongue deep into her vulva. Her moans became irregular, and she became increasingly wet. I sucked her juices, and she said, "So good, so good!" I had been waiting for this moment for so long. As I licked, I started licking her anus. I didn't dare stick my tongue too far in, only licking around it. She got aroused and said, "Stop licking, let's do it." I said, "I've never known what to call you, can I still call you Auntie?" "Whatever you want, let's do it," she said, getting a little impatient.
I said, "No, there's still one place I haven't licked yet." I straightened up, lifted her legs, and held her feet. They were small and white, painted with black nail polish, making them even more alluring. I started licking her feet to her surprise, each toe tasteless, and I held them for a while. "You're a little pervert, stop licking, I'm almost dry," she said anxiously, reminding me.
"Auntie, I've licked you all over, and you haven't licked me," I said to her. "Let's do it first, I'll lick you next time," she said breathlessly. I was happy to hear that; it seemed like this long-term sex partner was definitely going to work out. I parted her legs and slowly pushed my penis inside. There was no resistance; it was incredibly slippery. I began to thrust in and out gently, one deep, one shallow stroke. I'd wanted this body for so long; I wanted to experience this feeling properly. "Faster, harder!" she cried, probably because she hadn't had sex in so long. I spread her legs again and began to thrust faster. She kept yelling, "Ahhh, keep going, keep going!" I thrust wildly for a while. Her vagina was so hot; I could feel the folds inside. I deliberately pushed the head of my penis in at an upward angle, just to experience the feeling of the folds more. While thrusting, I asked her, "Do you want it? Do you want to be fucked? Are you my little slut?" She even managed to answer through moans, "Fine, I'll do it. Stop talking, I can't take it anymore." I accelerated violently, licking her feet as I thrust. She said, "Stop, stop, stop, I can't take it anymore, stop for a bit." I don't know why, but I stopped and looked at her. She panted and said, "Maybe it's been too long since I've done it, take a break, I can't take it anymore." I persisted, placing a small cushion under her buttocks and saying, "This will save you some effort." I then carefully examined her vagina; because I had been inside her for a while, the opening was covered in a white fluid, not very dark in color, and her labia were only slightly wet and glistening.
I told her, "It's too slippery; my penis isn't getting enough pleasure. You're leaking too much." "Let me get you some tissue to wipe it," she said. "No need, just lick it for me, please." "It's not because it's slippery, is it? You just want me to lick it for you, right?" she said, still looking annoyed. However, she didn't refuse me. She took my penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking a few times before pushing it out, preparing to spit her saliva onto the tissue. I pushed the tissue away, pressed her down, held her down with my legs, and thrust my penis back into her vagina. She started moaning with saliva in her mouth, finally unable to hold back any longer. I saw her swallow her saliva, which was mixed with our secretions. “I didn’t know you were so cheap until I made love to you,” she moaned. “Let me cum inside, I can’t hold back,” I said. “No, no, it’s not safe,” she tried to push me out, but I thrust a few more times, pulled out my penis, and ejaculated on her stomach, a white, wet mess. She lay languidly on the bed, silent for a long time.
We
rested for a while, then she went to shower and returned to bed. Seeing me still in her bed, she said, “Go back to your room.” I decided to strike while the iron was hot; I felt that after sex was the easiest time to open a woman’s heart and soul. I hugged her and said, “Auntie, let me sleep with you, I want to hold you.” She didn’t say anything, but I knew she agreed. I got up, turned off the light, touched her breasts, and slept like that, holding her all night.
My aunt and I were together for four years, of course not every day, just when we had time. A lot happened afterward, and I’ll tell you all about it slowly.
[The End]

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