Beautiful Aunt

Summer's heat was unbearable, often leaving me drenched in sweat, reminding me it was time for a haircut.
I went to Qili Hair Salon to see my aunt. It was a long-established salon where my aunt had worked for over twenty years.
Through the transparent glass doors, I could see the hardworking aunties and elders. I'd been getting my hair cut here since I was a child; they all knew me well, and the prices were naturally different from others—especially cheap.
Pushing open the door, my aunt saw me and expertly patted the chair, gesturing for me to sit down.
I sat quietly, stealing glances at my aunt's chest through the reflection in the large glass pane. Over the years, I hadn't been without ulterior motives towards my aunt. How big were those breasts hidden under her clothes? Were they beautiful? What color were the nipples? I'd always fantasized… But as a junior, I dared not do anything but indulge in fantasies and masturbation.
While cutting my hair, my aunt complained that business had been declining lately, the owner didn't want to continue, and the salon might close… As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, seemingly very reluctant to leave her work environment.
I turned to comfort her, taking the opportunity to stare intently at her chest, wishing my eyes could shoot X-rays and see through her clothes.
A month later, my scalp started itching again, so I quickly went to find my aunt to wash my hair.
When I got near the shop, I searched and searched, but couldn't find it. Had I become directionally challenged, or… had the shop really closed?
I walked to the middle of the road, searching for the shop's sign. There it was, the Qili Hair Salon sign was still there, but the glass door had changed from transparent to black. No wonder I couldn't find it. Wait, black… I'd heard before that some hair salons were illegal, offering sexual services. Did Qili Hair Salon also start doing illegal things to survive? Then my aunt and all the other women I knew became prostitutes. If that were true, that would be great. I'd fantasized about each of these elders who had taken care of me since I was little. If they were all prostitutes, I could fulfill my desires and do whatever I wanted!
I opened the door and went in without making a sound. My aunt, as usual, patted the chair and started cutting and washing my hair. Nothing seemed amiss. My heart sank. I was overthinking things. How could such a thing happen? I was such a beast. I shouldn't even be fantasizing, let alone actually doing it. The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt. My face flushed, and cold sweat poured down my back.
After the haircut and shampoo, I took out a three-hundred-yuan bill and handed it to my aunt. Unlike usual, she hesitated a bit when taking the money. Suddenly, she blurted out, "Do you want a massage?" My heart started pounding again. This was it. Working under the table meant getting a erotic massage. If they asked further, they could even have sex. I had to seize the opportunity, shamelessly probe further, and get my hands on my aunt and these women.
"Sure!" I immediately answered my aunt's question.
She led me up to the third floor. It was pitch black inside, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I sat down in the massage chair and lay flat. She used her skillful hands to massage my shoulders, neck, hands, feet, and back for over an hour, but there was still no movement.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I got up and said I needed to use the restroom, asking her to take me. At the restroom door, I shamelessly asked, head bowed, "Half-service? Full-service?" Without hesitation, she replied, "Half-service is 500 more. I don't do sex." Overjoyed, I went to the restroom, returned to the recliner, and took off my underwear in front of her. Her hand grasped my penis, stroking it incessantly. I reached for her breasts, gesturing for her to take off her clothes.
She angrily shouted, "You can't take your clothes off here!"
But I insisted, refusing to pay unless she took them off. Reluctantly, she unbuttoned two buttons on her bra and removed the clasp, thus not violating the boss's rules. With
her clothes still on, I wanted to touch her breasts, so I had to slip my hand inside her clothes and pull aside her bra to succeed. I pinched her nipples and rotated them.
Because her clothes were still on, I couldn't see her breasts, only able to feel them by touch. They felt very elastic and not small; one hand couldn't fully encircle them. I used to peek at her breasts through the mirror, never imagining they were so big hidden under her clothes. Women are truly incomprehensible.
I masturbated for half an hour, but still couldn't ejaculate. It wasn't my fault; if we had sex, I guarantee I'd ejaculate in less than five minutes. What to do? Dragging it out wasn't a solution. Since I couldn't actually have sex with her, I decided to have a virtual one!
I looked at her face, held her breasts, and started thrusting my big cock upwards. She stroked me while I thrust, just like having sex, except I ejaculated on her hand instead of inside her uterus. This trick worked quite well; I ejaculated in no time! After
that, I frequently went to the shops to relieve my lust. These women refused to have sex, only willing to help me ejaculate, and even insisted I not touch their breasts. I could only sneak up on them when they weren't looking, forcefully reaching my hand inside their collars, pulling open their bras, and forcibly touching them. They all admitted it and didn't report me for indecent assault. After all, they were doing work equivalent to prostitution; how could they have the nerve to call the police!
Compared to others, my aunt's breasts were the biggest. I really wanted to tear off her clothes and possess her completely.
As time went on, my aunt let down her guard and started flirting with me. For example, she would wear stockings and no underwear and let me put my hand inside to touch her.
I asked her to take me out to a hotel so she could take off her clothes and give me a handjob. Because the boss didn't control the behavior of his employees after they left the hotel, she saw right through my thoughts... "You raped me as soon as I entered the hotel room," "Your penis is so big, if I have sex with you and you hit me, I'll definitely have twins," etc. During this time, I proposed to her twice, but she didn't respond.
The last time I saw her at the shop was a month before it closed. Although doing illegal business was more profitable, it couldn't withstand the police crackdown, and the boss decided to close the shop.
That time, when I reached for her breasts, she bent down and whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra." Then she unbuttoned her clothes and pulled them open, finally revealing two beautiful breasts to me. They were so beautiful, with lovely shapes and nipples—at least a C-cup.
She brought her breasts to my mouth, letting me lick them. As I licked them, I pulled at her skirt, wanting to make love to her.
She pushed my hands away, put her clothes back on, and continued to masturbate me. This was our last moment of romance.
When I went outside the shop again, it was under renovation; everyone was gone, the building was empty!
But how could I give up? Those beautiful breasts haunted my dreams day and night. How could I sleep without completely possessing them? Although it would be unfair to my uncle, I had to do it!
I made an excuse to visit my uncle's house and secretly threatened my aunt to make love to me in the toilet, or I would tell my uncle about her being a prostitute.
My aunt had never dared to mention the fact that the barbershop had been converted into an illegal establishment to my uncle's house. This was the weapon I was going to use. Although it was somewhat despicable, I was willing to endure whatever she cursed me for the sake of having sex with her
. My aunt and I went into the restroom, and within three minutes I had stripped her naked. She had a beautiful figure, a perky butt. I made her kneel down, pressed her head down, and forced her to give me oral sex.
I had begged her several times at the shop, but she refused to do it. Now, I was determined to make her do it. I took out a hidden knife and waved it in front of her. She trembled with fear and immediately opened her mouth, taking my huge penis inside.
This slut was skilled at giving oral sex; she must have given her husband countless times, yet she still pretended to be innocent, refusing to serve me even if it meant death. Today, I was going to fuck her to death. When my penis was hard enough, I made her stand up, hold onto the toilet seat with both hands, and thrust wildly into her from behind.
My uncle heard the noise and knocked on the door, but I ignored him and continued with even greater intensity. Perhaps due to the psychological pressure of incest, I couldn't ejaculate for a long time. I had to revert to my old habit: I told her to put on her clothes and take off her underwear. I lay on the floor, and she sat beside me, unbuttoning her bra and masturbating me until I was about to ejaculate. Then she took off her shirt, sat on my lap, and I held her beautiful breasts, thrusting my large penis upwards as I used to do in the shop. Finally, my semen gushed out, relieving my longing.
Six months later, I heard that my aunt was pregnant with twins. I was secretly delighted. Although they might not be mine, she and my uncle had been married for over ten years without conceiving. Whether these babies were mine or not, only heaven knew!
[The End]

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