The Prequel to Spring Water Flows: Aunt Zhang

The
story begins when I was nineteen.
Back then, all my knowledge about sex came from the kids in the alley. When we hung out together, we'd take turns telling each other the latest dirty jokes and sharing our sexual experiences. These experiences were basically about peeping into the women's latrines at the alley entrance. Actually, I did peep once, but I never told them.
Because the person I peeped into was Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang was a relative of my father's, living in the same alley. She often came to visit and chat. She was outgoing, efficient, quick-witted, and a bit sharp-tongued. She was a lot like the woman called Little Chili in that Indian movie, *Caravan*, so the neighbors called her Little Chili behind her back. She knew people called her that, but she didn't mind; in fact, she quite liked the nickname. She was the most talked-about object of our fantasies. Because she was very beautiful, somewhat like a female movie star at the time. Every time we talked about her, it was about how beautiful her face was, how full her body was, how firm her breasts were, how long her legs were, how perky her buttocks were, and so on. In my heart, she was a woman both within reach and unattainable. Within reach because she adored me since I was little, even treating me like a son. After marrying Uncle Zhang, she had a daughter, but she preferred sons. Therefore, she was especially fond of me. I had many opportunities for physical contact with her growing up; she would always hold me in her arms and kiss my face. But at that time, I had no romantic feelings for her. As I grew older, although we still joked around often, physical contact naturally ceased, leaving me with a lingering regret. Many times, I had the urge to touch her, but reason told me it was impossible, the consequences would be severe. I had to bury my desires time and time again.
But I never gave up on this idea, and that winter, the opportunity arose.
That evening, Aunt Zhang came to visit again. Before leaving, she suddenly remembered she had a piece of fabric that would be perfect for my mother to make a blouse. So she asked me to go back with her to retrieve the fabric. So I went with her.
When we reached the toilet, she told me to wait a moment, saying she needed to use the restroom. My heart immediately raced; my intuition told me this was a golden opportunity. I quickly lied and said I needed to use the restroom too.
It was winter, cold, and dark came early; the streets were almost deserted. The toilet was empty as well. I held my breath, hearing the sound of someone pulling down their pants. My heart was pounding in my chest.
Back then, public toilets had a small round hole at the bottom of the partition wall, apparently used by the toilet cleaners to connect the hoses. But this had become the perfect way for men to peep. I tiptoed over, lowering my head as much as possible, and peered through the hole. Aunt Zhang was squatting sideways not far from the hole. Although the light was dim and I couldn't see much, her large, white buttocks were strikingly visible. She started urinating; the crisp sound echoed in the quiet space, like heavenly music to me. I immediately became erect.
She was almost finished urinating when she took a piece of toilet paper from her pocket, slipped it between her legs, and wiped herself. I almost screamed. She pulled up her pants and went out. I was still hard, afraid she'd find out, so I didn't move.
Then she called me from outside, her loud voice loud enough for everyone in the alley to hear. I had no choice but to bend over slightly and pretend to have a stomachache as I went out. Aunt Zhang didn't notice anything amiss and even asked me with concern if I was alright.
That night I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was Aunt Zhang's big white buttocks. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's body. Even though it was only a part of it, it was incredibly stimulating. And it was the woman I'd been longing for. But I was sure no one else had peeked at her, because in the rumors I'd heard, people were always disappointed that they'd never seen Aunt Zhang use the toilet. But I wasn't going to tell them about tonight's experience; it was mine, mine alone.
From that day on, I felt a deeper affection for Aunt Zhang. But I tried my best not to reveal it when I was with her.
Sometimes things change without you even realizing it.
One afternoon during the second summer vacation,
I ran home. My grandma told me that Aunt Zhang had made me a pair of pants, but she wasn't sure if they would fit, and asked me to come to her house. I ran out the door like a shot, almost colliding with a bicycle. Aunt Zhang's daughter, Xiaoyun, was playing jump rope with some other girls at the door.
"Xiaoyun, is your mom home?"
She answered without looking up, busy playing jump rope, "Yes."
I ran into the yard. It was a courtyard house, and Aunt Zhang's house was at the very back. The door was open, and she was inside, working on a sewing machine.
"Why are you running?" she asked with a smile when she saw me panting.
"Nothing, nothing. I just came back from outside. My grandma said you made me a pair of pants." "Yes. Your mom said she didn't have time, so she asked me to make them for you. Come here, let me try them on and see if they fit." I went over, and she took a pair of blue pants from a pile of clothes and held them up to my waist to compare.
"Is the waist a little too big?" she muttered to herself.
She was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, revealing her two fair and plump arms.
"Go inside and try them on. If the waist is a bit too big, I'll alter them." I went inside and took off my shorts, and my penis involuntarily hardened. No matter how I tried to suppress it, it was no use. The blue pants were bulging with a pointed bulge.
"Hurry up, come out and let me see." Aunt Zhang urged from the outer room.
"Coming, coming."
"This child, it takes him half a month to change his pants."
This scene was just like that night last winter. But this time it was summer, and I didn't know what to pretend.
"If you don't come out, I'm going in!"
"Coming, coming."
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come out, standing there with my back slightly bent.
"Come here, let me see."
When I approached her, her eyes showed surprise.
"You brat, aren't you going to turn around? Let me see your back."
I turned around, and her hand gestured on my waist. I stiffened as if I had been acupunctured, and my penis swelled even more.
"Your waist is too big, it needs some alterations. Go, take it off, I'll alter it for you right now." I breathed a sigh of relief and ran into the inner room to change back into my shorts.
"Sit there and wait a bit, I'll be done right away," she said, taking the pants.
I sat down on the sofa behind her and picked up a copy of "Popular Cinema" to flip through aimlessly. Uncle Zhang is an honest man who works in sales at a factory, so he's often away on business trips. I heard they used to argue about this. A couple of months ago, Aunt Zhang simply took sick leave from work and stayed home on welfare. That way she could still take care of Xiaoyun.
Cicadas were singing their hearts out in the old locust tree in the yard, their lush branches blocking the strong sunlight, yet scattering fragmented, bright light across the ground.
Aunt Zhang was wearing white wedge sandals, her feet moving up and down on the sewing machine pedal, making a rhythmic tapping sound. Through her shirt, I could vaguely see the white bra straps underneath.
"You naughty boy, you don't come to play here anymore. Are you busy dating someone?" she asked me while she was altering her pants.
"Don't joke with me, how could I possibly have a boyfriend? I'm only nineteen." "So what if you're nineteen? I know some kids your age who have boyfriends, but they're afraid their parents will find out, so they keep it a secret. You can't be like them, you know? Spend more time studying. Don't your parents want you to go to university?" "Go to what university? I know I'm not cut out for studying at all. I'm not the worst, but with my average level, I definitely have no chance." "Don't let your dad hear this, or he'll beat you." "My dad? He'll have to accept this reality sooner or later. I've already thought it through. After I graduate high school, I'll have him ask someone to find me a job with him, and then I'll learn to drive. I heard being a driver there is really lucrative." "No ambition." "I call this tailoring to your needs." Aunt Zhang didn't say anything more, but the tapping sound became even more pleasant.
A little while later, she finished altering the pants and turned to hand them to me.
"Okay, all done. Take them back if you don't like them."
Outside, Xiaoyun and the others were still jumping rope, arguing about who had broken the rules.
A
few days later, I was about to go out to see my friends when they said they had new jokes and experiences to share. Just then, Aunt Zhang walked in, and I immediately abandoned my plan to go out.
"Does that pair of pants fit?"
"Perfect, perfect."
"I told you, he took the pants and won't come back to my place."
Before I could speak, Grandma came out of the kitchen and said, "That's just how he is. I told him to go thank your Aunt Zhang. Guess what he said? He said he was sorry." "Oh, when did you become so shrewish? He's embarrassed with me?" "Don't listen to my grandma's nonsense, I..." "I knew it, Aunt Zhang has liked you since you were little, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're just heartless." "Grandma, please stop talking, okay?" "Okay, I won't say anything." She went back into the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.
"You brat, you're quite something, not letting your grandma say anything?" Aunt Zhang tapped my forehead with her index finger.
"She's always talking nonsense."
"Alright, I can't be bothered with you. Your mom said she just borrowed a few knitting books, I want to take a look." "They seem to be on the sofa. What's up? You want to knit a sweater for Uncle Zhang?" "Him? Let him go to Guizhou and buy one himself." "He left again? I just saw him come back yesterday." "Yeah, he left this morning. His workplace is so awful, they just bully him. They won't even let me go see their boss. You wait, I'll go there and give them a piece of my mind sooner or later!" "You're such a fiery little devil." "What did you say?"
I realized I'd let something slip and quickly said, "Nothing, nothing." "I should tear your mouth off." She actually smiled and pinched my cheek.
A feeling of happiness suddenly welled up inside me.
She sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine to read. I turned on the TV and sat down next to her.
"Didn't you just say you were going to see a friend?" Grandma came out of the kitchen again, picking vegetables as she asked me.
"I'm watching TV. Who said I was going out? You go and cook." She turned around and went back to cook.
"You're so old and still listening to nursery rhymes?" Aunt Zhang glanced up and saw a children's choir singing "Where is Spring?" on TV.
"No, I'm waiting for this to end, there's a war movie." She continued reading. We were sitting very close; I could even feel her body heat. My heart pounded, like someone preparing to commit a crime. I casually placed my hands at my sides, my left hand just barely touching her leg. She didn't react, so I moved my hand closer, fully touching her leg. She felt it, turned her face and glared at me, startling me so much that I immediately pulled my hand back. But instead of getting up and leaving as I expected, she continued reading her magazine. I grew bolder, and my hand reached out again, this time rubbing against her leg. She didn't even notice me, and my blood immediately surged. I placed my hand completely on her thigh and gently touched it.
"Aren't you afraid your grandma will come in?" Aunt Zhang asked in a low voice, her face hidden behind the magazine.
"What's there to be afraid of? I'm faster than her."
"Shameless." Her face was completely covered by the magazine, so I couldn't see her expression.
My hand darted even further between her legs. Suddenly, she stood up, put down the magazine, and walked out.
I stood there, unsure what to do. Was she angry? Perhaps my actions were too obvious and too fast.
I should have taken it slow. I couldn't help but feel regretful. But at least one thing I was certain of was that the door had been opened a little, and I had to try my best to open it completely.
The
next day, I couldn't wait to go find Aunt Zhang. She was knitting a sweater.
"Auntie, you learned what you were looking at yesterday, that's amazing!" She ignored me, just kept knitting.
"Didn't you say I wouldn't come to see you? I'm here."
She still ignored me. I felt a little awkward. Although Aunt Zhang was usually very kind to me, when she got angry, everyone in the alley would give her a wide berth. I sat down next to her with a grin.
"Sit over there, away from me."
"I want to be next to you."
I looked at her with a grin, but there was no smile on her face. I tried to put my hand on her leg, and she slapped it hard, then continued knitting. I stubbornly placed my hand on her leg again, and she slapped me again.
"You little brat, do you want to die! Let someone see!" she glared at me.
"Everyone who's supposed to be at work is at work, there's no one around now."
"Xiaoyun is outside."
"I saw them go to that shopping mall on the street."
Aunt Zhang didn't speak or look at me, continuing to knit. My hand went back to her leg, and she acquiesced. I wandered over her long, full legs, enjoying the pleasure this moment brought me. I wasn't in a rush like yesterday, but only moved on her legs. In my heart, I clearly felt that everything would happen, it was just a matter of time.
My hand went behind her back, slipped inside her shirt, and actually touched her skin. She laughed and dodged.
"Stop it, it's so annoying."
But I knew that her "it's so annoying" actually meant "it's so enjoyable." Because she didn't actually move away to sit somewhere else. My hand never left her back, just slid around there, deliberately avoiding touching her bra.
Suddenly, I heard the old lady from next door come out to fetch water. Startled, I immediately pulled my hand back, stood up, and left her, hastily sitting down on the bench by the door. Aunt Zhang looked at me and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
"Silly girl."
The old lady saw me, picked up her water jug, and came over to chat with us at the door. We talked about everyday things for almost an hour. I kept cursing myself inwardly. A little while later, Xiaoyun came back, and I was utterly disappointed.
So I made an excuse and left.
Outside, I saw a group of boys in the alley chatting idly. I guessed it was the same old stuff about boys and girls.
But now it didn't hold any appeal for me anymore. How could a child who already has a piece of cake in his mouth still be interested in imagining its taste?
"Hai Zi, where have you been these past few days? We were just telling jokes here," Chang Jian, the leader, shouted at me.
"Can't you guys do something productive for once? The neighborhood chief said you need to catch flies, 300 each. If you don't have flies, maggots will do." "Look at your attitude, I'm not going to talk to you anymore." "What could you possibly be up to? At most, you're peeping into the women's restroom." "Don't yell, or my dad and I will hear you." Chang Jian immediately gave a sly grin. "You're up to something, aren't you? You're definitely up to something, and it's not good. Tell us the hell out there." "What the hell could I possibly be up to? Damn, yesterday..." My dad told me that if I don't get into university, he won't let me leave the house. What good things could possibly happen to me? I'm worried about this. "Is that all? Your dad's still not giving up. Your grades are only slightly better than mine. Forget university, you'd be amazing if you graduated with excellent grades. Look at my dad, he's given up hope a long time ago." "Yeah, yeah. Your dad's good. Okay, you guys keep talking nonsense, I'm going back." Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to be with them, but at that moment I wanted to be alone and think about what had just happened. The feeling of touching Aunt Zhang's skin still lingered on my hand; I didn't want it to disappear so quickly. I went back to my room, locked the door, and put my left hand, which had been touching Aunt Zhang, into my pants, stroking my erect penis.
My mind was filled with Aunt Zhang's image, fantasizing about her touching my penis, until I ejaculated that warm semen onto her. When I woke up in
the
morning, it was almost eleven o'clock. Grandma had come back from buying groceries and was tidying up the floor.
Seeing me get up, she started nagging.
"You're up so late again. If your dad finds out, he'll scold you again. You never do your homework, all you do is play. What will you do if you don't get into college? And you're always hanging out with those kids, what good can they do? They're all worse than each other. I tell you not to go, but you still won't listen. You're growing up and you're not listening anymore, doing whatever you want. Is that okay? Without rules, there's no order. Oh, by the way, I just ran into your Aunt Zhang. She said you should come to her place for lunch. She made your favorite fried noodles. You know how much your Aunt Zhang likes you, and you're such an ingrate." "Of all that, only the last part was useful." "What did you say? I didn't hear you." "It's okay, I'm going now."
With that, I left my nagging grandma and ran out.
Aunt Zhang was making noodles in the small kitchen. I stood next to her.
"Go inside and watch some TV for a while, the noodles will be ready soon."
"I want to sit next to you." I gently rubbed her bottom with my hand.
"Stop fooling around, this place is small, don't make things worse."
"Where's Xiaoyun?"
"She went to her uncle's."
I boldly pinched her butt.
"Hey, you little rascal, you're getting bolder and bolder." Her voice was low, but seemed full of joy.
"Your butt is also very big."
"How annoying..."
My hand began to wander from her buttocks inwards. Aunt Zhang turned her body away, not letting me touch her.
"Stop fooling around, Xiaohai, be good."
"I won't listen."
"There are people in the yard, have you forgotten yesterday?"
I reluctantly withdrew my hand, "Then I'll go inside and wait for you."
"I'll be done in a minute."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the old lady from yesterday came again, standing at the door of the small kitchen chatting with Aunt Zhang. Seeing me watching TV inside, she came in to talk to me too. I hated her so much, but I could only force a smile and deal with her. Soon the noodles were ready. Aunt Zhang wanted her to stay and eat with us, but she shook her head and said that her son would be home from work at noon for lunch, and everything was ready. Then she left. I muttered a curse silently behind her. Aunt Zhang laughed and scolded me, "You little rascal." Her fried noodles with soybean paste were really delicious. I wolfed down three bowls, then put down my chopsticks and grinned at Aunt Zhang.
"What are you laughing at? You silly thing."
"Your cooking is so delicious. I love your fried noodles with soybean paste."
"Come over whenever you want some, Aunt Zhang will make it for you."
"Then I'll come every day."
"Okay."
"Then I might as well live here."
"Okay, but there's no place for you to sleep."
"Isn't Uncle Zhang rarely back? I'll just sleep with you." "Bullshit! What are you saying! I should tear your mouth off." She pinched my cheek.
"That feels good, harder." "
You rascal." She put her hand down and started clearing the dishes on the table.
"Let me wash them for you." I grabbed the bowl and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Aunt Zhang stood next to me, holding two movie tickets.
"I have two tickets here, for tonight. I was supposed to go with my sister, but she said she had something to do. Do you want to come?" "Sure, of course I'll go. I just need to tell my dad. What's the movie called?" "I think it's an action movie?" "Okay, I love action movies." To see the movie tonight, I didn't stay long at Aunt Zhang's place. Instead, I ran back to finish my summer homework so I could give my parents an explanation.
My parents knew I was going to the movie with Aunt Zhang, so of course they didn't object. The movie theater wasn't far from our house, about a twenty-minute walk. The streets were lined with people enjoying the evening air. Several young people were playing cards in a circle under the streetlights, sometimes shouting, sometimes looking dejected. Nearby, two elderly people were playing chess, surrounded by silent spectators. Women with children were fanning themselves and gossiping about everyone.
As we approached the movie theater, more people started to arrive, gathering at the ticket gate and going in one by one.
Aunt Zhang and I found our seats and sat down. The lights dimmed, and people were still moving around. The first half-hour was an encore, an educational documentary. Then the movie started, a Hong Kong film called *The Cotton Robe*. I quite liked it and watched it with great interest. Especially the song, "It's hard to say I'm heartless, no wonder you're heartbroken, is it my good fortune to forget such deep affection..." Listening to it, I secretly placed my hand on Aunt Zhang's leg, but she wouldn't let me.
"Are you crazy? There are so many people here," she whispered in my ear.
"Nobody's watching."
"No, don't be so insolent."
I had no choice but to give up. After a while, I said to her,
"Auntie, I want to go outside to cool off. There are too many people here, and I'm a little hot." "Ugh, so fuss. The movie will be over soon." "I can't wait. It's too hot..." She half-heartedly followed me out of the exit. I didn't lead her to the street, but instead walked through the small pine trees behind the cinema and into a small alley. This was where a few of us kids used to hide. Back then, one of Chang Jian's friends knew the cinema manager. Every time, we would hide inside, and when the opportunity arose, he would let us sneak into the movie theater through the back door to watch free movies. Later, this man stopped working there, and we never came back. Almost no one came anymore; it was just a pile of old, worn-out chairs.
"Aunt Zhang..." There was no sound around us, only the two of us. Occasionally, a cricket would chirp a few times, then silence would return. The light was dim, so I could only vaguely make out the outline of her features. My heart pounded, and my face flushed.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"I, I, I like you..."
"I like you too, I've liked you since you were little. Have you forgotten?" "I don't mean that kind of liking. I mean that kind..." She chuckled. "That kind and that kind?" "You know what I'm talking about? I know you know what I'm talking about, right?" "Are you reciting a tongue twister? What do you mean by knowing or not knowing? I don't know." Our voices were only audible to us.
"You know. The fact that you don't object to me touching you means you're willing, you like me..." "Bullshit! What nonsense are you talking about? If you say another word, I'll really slap you." "Auntie, I want to touch you..." She didn't say anything. The alley was very narrow, and we were very close. My hand frantically groped around her waist, trying to find and unbutton the side zipper.
"Xiao Hai, no, no. No..."
Aunt Zhang's voice was almost a growl, her hand gripping me tightly, stopping my recklessness. I ignored her and finally unbuttoned the zipper. My hand eagerly reached inside.
"I'm going to scream!" She grabbed her pants with one hand and my wrist with the other.
I finally touched it! Through Aunt Zhang's underwear, I felt a warm bulge. Right between her legs, my hand covered that hidden bulge! Aunt Zhang suddenly gave up resisting, hugged me, and buried her head in my shoulder. So I confidently and boldly reached my hand into her underwear without any resistance. There, a thick patch of hair, smooth as silk, flourishing and abundant.
"Auntie, you have so much hair."
"Ugh..."
Beneath that patch of hair was a warm, fleshy slit, and I finally touched Aunt Zhang's vulva! That vulva I'd been dreaming of! The slit was wet, oozing slippery fluid. She breathed softly, her body heaving slightly.
Just then, we heard the sound of people leaving the movie theater in the distance. Aunt Zhang immediately pulled my hand away and pulled up her pants.
We didn't dare to breathe loudly, quietly listening to the bustling crowd heading towards the street. After a while, the sounds grew quieter and quieter, gradually returning to stillness. Only when the sound of the building manager locking the exit gate did my heart finally settle down. At that moment, I noticed that Aunt Zhang's hand was still tightly gripping my arm, very nervous. I laughed, and she raised her hand to hit me.
"You little rascal! You scared me to death!"
I hugged her tightly. "I was startled too. Auntie..."
"It's ten o'clock, we have to go back. Otherwise, your parents will worry." "Why worry? I'll stay at your place. Didn't I say I'd sleep with you?" "You little rascal, you dare to talk nonsense again. I'll tear your mouth apart sooner or later." "Auntie, let me kiss you..." "No..."
We kissed. This was my first kiss, with the woman I loved. Her tongue eagerly slipped into my mouth, skillfully circling around.
"Do you like it?" Her voice was gentle and affectionate at this moment, almost melting me.
"I like it, I like it..." "
Does Auntie's tongue smell good?"
"It smells good..."
We continued kissing.
"Auntie, let me touch it one more time."
"No, it's too late, we really have to go back." "Just once, okay?" "We'll talk about it later, be good."
I lowered my head in disappointment and didn't say anything. She smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Silly boy, are you unhappy?" After saying that, she walked out of the alley first, carefully checking that no one was around, and then quickly walked into the street. I followed her out. There were few pedestrians on the street, only a few people still chatting. We returned to the alley one after the other. Everyone seemed to be asleep, and the whole alley was silent. "You should go back first." "Do you want me to walk you to the gate?" "No need, it's so close. You should go back first." "Then..." "We can talk about it tomorrow." I watched Aunt Zhang walk into her yard, go inside, and close the gate. I went into the yard. Everyone was asleep, and it was pitch black all around. My parents and grandmother were also asleep. I went back to my little room, lay on the bed, and thought about how everything that had happened really felt like a dream, or even less believable than a dream. But it really happened. I held the hand that had touched Aunt Zhang's genitals to my nose and smelled it carefully. A very faint pungent smell instantly aroused my lust, and then I masturbated. Later, I carefully thought through everything that had happened between me and Aunt Zhang from my childhood until now, and I realized that I had fallen in love with her! Five . "I thought you were sleeping at Aunt Zhang's. I even told your mom that she must be sleeping there so late, and we didn't need to leave the door open for you. I didn't expect you to come back anyway." Grandma started nagging as soon as she saw me in the morning. "Ah?" I felt incredibly regretful. I hadn't expected my parents to want me to sleep at Aunt Zhang's. If I had insisted on going, things would definitely have been different… "How old am I? Sleeping at Aunt Zhang's? It's so embarrassing." "What's embarrassing about it? Have you forgotten how you used to insist on sleeping at Aunt Zhang's when you were little, and she wouldn't come back even when we beat you? What's wrong with you now? How old are you? Only nineteen!" "Wasn't I young then?" "You're not that old now. Even if you were thirty-nine, your aunt would still be your aunt. That's why I always tell you, it's all for nothing if others dote on you, it's useless. You're such a heartless child. Like yesterday, your Uncle Zhang and Xiaoyun weren't home, you should have stayed with your Aunt Zhang. It was late at night, what if something happened? Besides, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're just a little kid, it's their house, what's there to be embarrassed about? Aunt Zhang didn't say anything, what are you embarrassed about?" "What did Aunt Zhang say?" "When she left yesterday, she told us that if it was late, you could sleep at her place. I didn't expect you to come back anyway. That's why I say you're heartless." "How come I didn't know?" My mind went completely blank. I had missed a golden opportunity! Many things aren't things we can't do because we're afraid others will find out, but because we feel guilty and think others will know. I ran to Aunt Zhang's place, she was tidying up the house. "Why didn't you tell me? My grandma told me." "Are you alright?" She looked at me, wanting to laugh, but held it back. "What are you saying?" "My grandma just told me." "What did she say?" "She said you told them yesterday that I could stay with you. But why didn't you tell me?" "Look how anxious you are. I thought it was something serious." "Of course it's something serious! I'll stay here tonight, tonight!" "You have to go back and tell them first..." "Don't worry, I definitely will." I went back and diligently finished my summer homework, prepared my toiletries, and waited for evening to come. When my parents came home from work in the evening, I told them about it. With my grandma there to talk to, they didn't say anything. Instead, they thought I was sensible. I took my things to Aunt Zhang's yard, deliberately letting the neighbors see me, and told them I was there to keep my aunt company. The old ladies even said I was quite sensible, unlike my grandma who always said I was heartless. "You, the whole of Beijing knows you're here to keep me company," Aunt Zhang said with a smile as she entered the house, scolding me. "Hehe..." "What are you heheing about?" "Nothing..." Aunt Zhang went to the small kitchen to wash up, while I sat on the sofa watching TV. But my mind wasn't on the TV at all; I was just waiting for it to get dark quickly so time would pass faster. Aunt Zhang came out of the small kitchen, smelling pleasantly of perfume. "Do your parents know?" "Yes, yes, they even said I'm sensible now." "Silly girl." After saying that, Aunt Zhang went out and sat in the yard chatting with the neighbors. I watched TV listlessly. Around ten o'clock, the people in the yard gradually dispersed, and the lights in each house were turned off one by one. Aunt Zhang also came back, casually closing and locking the door, and drawing all the curtains tightly. I immediately turned off the TV, went over, and hugged her. "Have you washed up?" "Yes, I washed up at home." "Where are you sleeping?"

"Of course I'll sleep with you."
"Dream on! You'll be in the outer room, sleeping in Xiaoyun's bed."
"No, you're not..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't listen, you won't get anything. I mean what I say." Looking at her determined eyes, I had no choice but to give in.
Aunt Zhang went into the inner room, closed the door, and turned off the light. I also turned off the light and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I didn't believe things were like this; it couldn't be. I got up and groped my way to the inner room door in the dark, opening it and slowly making my way to the bed.
"Auntie, Auntie..." I called her softly.
She didn't answer. I got into bed and lay down next to her. She had her back to me and seemed to be asleep. I slipped my hand inside her loose pajama pants from behind, tracing her buttocks to the front. She shuddered, suddenly turned around, and hugged me.
"You little rascal, only coming now..." She kissed my face hard. "Let Auntie see what you're capable of." She groped my crotch. I quickly pulled off my underwear, pressing my erect penis against her body. She removed all her clothes, her warm, smooth naked body pressed tightly against me.
"Your penis is really hard, it's really grown..." she whispered in my ear, stroking my penis.
Aunt Zhang spread her legs and guided my penis straight into her vagina. I immediately felt a sense of pressure from all around and an unprecedented stimulation that spread throughout my body. I had actually penetrated Aunt Zhang's vagina! This was not a dream, nor a fantasy. It was reality! My blood surged like a raging river, instantly converging at that narrow exit, causing it to swell violently! Aunt Zhang held my buttocks, teaching me to thrust in and out repeatedly. I quickly mastered the technique, thrusting rapidly inside her. In the darkness, we both breathed heavily, sometimes kissing each other passionately. Suddenly, she trembled all over, her hands gripping me tightly, her nails almost digging into my flesh.
"You, you fucking killed me...you little...bastard...ah..." she moaned softly.
I fucked her harder, my body pounding against her lower body. My whole body was burning up, sweat streaming down my face. "Auntie...Auntie..." "What..." "Auntie..." "Xiao Hai..." "
Auntie
..."
"Xiao Hai..."
She seemed to be calling to me from the ends of the earth. I ran over and flew up with her.
I used all my strength for a final sprint.
"Xiao Hai, tell me when you're about to come out, don't stay inside..." "Okay." I agreed, and thrust dozens more times, finally feeling that extremely stimulating excitement about to erupt. I immediately pulled out and ejaculated all over her stomach. Aunt Zhang groped in the dark and took a roll of toilet paper from the bedside, tore off some, and wiped herself clean. Then, panting, she lay down next to me.
"You brat...you almost fucked me to death..." she said, tapping my forehead.
"I didn't expect... this is my first time..."
So strong on your first time, you'll be a pro from now on. "
That's all thanks to Auntie's good teaching."
"You're such a smooth talker." "
Really. Auntie, I can't believe I can do this with you. Even though I've been thinking about it for a long time." "What? You've been thinking about it for a long time? Since when?" "I forgot. Anyway, I've been thinking about it for a while." "I didn't expect you'd been holding back all this time."
"Hehe... Auntie, I have something to tell you, but don't be angry." "What is it? Tell me." "Do you remember that night last winter when I came to your place with you to get some fabric?" "Yes, I remember. You had a stomachache that day." "Actually, I was peeping at you while you were peeing, so my penis was hard. I was afraid you'd notice, so I pretended to have a stomachache..." Aunt Zhang pinched me hard.
"So that's how it is! You little rascal, you're a real piece of work, daring to peep at me while I'm in the toilet. I'll beat you to death..." With that, her fists rained down on me.
"Are you blushing?"
"No, I don't know what blushing is. You stinky thing, tell me, who else did you peep at to pee?" "I swear, just once, and it was you. Really, I promise Chairman Mao." "You're such a bad influence, don't do that again, understand?" "Of course, now that I have you, I wouldn't do it even if you asked me to." "You're so annoying." "Auntie, your butt is so white." "Say that again and I'll tear your mouth apart." "
I'm not afraid. I just love looking at your butt. Every time I see your butt when you walk from behind, my penis gets hard." "You're so bad, how come I never noticed you like that before?" "I never thought you were so horny in bed."
"Was I horny just now?" she whispered in my ear.
"It's so sexy, I like it. Auntie, I wish I could see your body." "No."
"Why?
" "No means no."
"Are you shy?"
"Xiao Hai, to be honest, I'm your auntie, I'm almost forty, and you're just nineteen. We just did something no one would have expected. I... I don't know how to tell you..." "It's okay, Auntie, I understand. It doesn't matter... This is my greatest happiness." My hand caressed her full breasts, and her nipples quickly became erect.
"Aren't you tired, Xiao Hai?"
"No."
"You're hard again, you're really something... You absolutely, absolutely cannot tell anyone about this, understand?" "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm not stupid." I lay on top of her again, and I felt there was nothing happier than two naked men and women embracing each other.
"Kiss me..."
I held her face and gently kissed her lips, earlobes, and neck, listening to her soft moans in my ear.
"Want to drink Auntie's milk...?"
"I really want to..."
I kneaded her breasts, taking turns sucking on her erect nipples like a baby.
"Auntie, you smell so good..."
"Do you like it?"
"Mmm..."
She reached under the mattress.
"What are you looking for?"
"A condom."
"What is that?"
"Silly boy, it's for you."
I still didn't understand. She found it, tore it open in the dark, and put it on my penis.
"I don't want anything to happen if you're naughty, understand?"
"I know."
This time my movements were slow, wanting to savor the pleasure of penetrating her body. Aunt Zhang enveloped me with tenderness, spreading throughout my body, even to my toes. It seemed that every nerve was being aroused, constantly sending excited signals to my brain. I was deeply immersed in her moist tenderness, unable to extricate myself. To be precise, I didn't want to extricate myself. I just wanted to sink deeper into her body, finding passion and peace within her. Her intoxicating breath seemed to drift from the heavens to my ears, rippling across the lake of my heart. Everything about her was so perfect; I was grateful to possess such a beautiful woman at this moment.
Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall outside, occasionally accompanied by thunder. The rain pounded heavily on the eaves and the ground, making a loud noise, like an uninvited guest angrily venting their frustration.
Aunt Zhang hugged me tightly, kissing my lips for a long time. With a surge of intense pleasure, I finally reached the peak of my excitement.
"Don't move, let it stay inside a little longer..."
I kissed Aunt Zhang, feeling my penis vibrate rhythmically inside her, slowly softening.
The rain was still falling, seemingly heavier than before.
"Are you cold?"
"I'm fine now."
Aunt Zhang took a towel and spread it over both of us. I immediately felt an indescribable warmth throughout my body.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know."
"You, really... for so long, I'm truly impressed..." "Hehehe..." "Silly grin! Go back to the outer room and sleep now." "Why? I want to sleep with you." "
Nonsense, if someone finds out tomorrow morning, we're both finished, you know? Besides, tomorrow is still a day away..." "Okay, I'll listen to you." I got up and went back to the outer room. Perhaps I was too excited earlier, I was a little tired, and quickly fell asleep. When I woke up on the morning
of the 6th
, it was almost nine o'clock. The rain was still falling, just a little lighter than during the night. The room was filled with the fresh smell of earth and the cool rain. On the table were the breakfast Aunt Zhang had bought and a note.
"Xiaohai, I'm going to work for a bit, I'll be back before noon. Eat breakfast and then do your homework." I ate breakfast and went to the desk in the inner room to do my homework. But I couldn't concentrate. After all, I had just experienced one of the most important things in my life, and that feeling was still lingering inside me. New impulses were slowly gathering. I simply lay down on Aunt Zhang's bed to recall what happened last night.
The rain started to intensify again, and dark clouds shrouded the courtyard.
Then I heard the sound of the door opening. I sat up and saw Aunt Zhang standing in the outer room, barefoot in a pair of flat white sandals, her trousers rolled up, her fair legs and feet soaked with rain.
"Oh, you little rascal, not doing your homework, being lazy again, aren't you?" "I've started, but I haven't finished yet." "What homework are you doing lying in bed? You dare lie to me." She said, coming over to pull me away. "You, if you don't do your homework properly, your mother will blame me, you know?" After she finished speaking, she drew the curtains, opened the wardrobe, and took out a clean shirt and trousers.
"Go to the outer room, don't look."
"I didn't look." I agreed, walked to the door, and then turned back.
Aunt Zhang was facing away from the outside, stripped down to only her bra and panties. She had a really good figure, tall and voluptuous, with a shapely figure. And her skin was smooth. Especially her plump, round buttocks, which stretched her panties. She changed her clothes, turned around, saw me, came over, pulled back the curtains, and poked me on the forehead.
"I knew you were peeping."
"So you let me see?"
"Pah, bullshit. Go do your homework."
"I'm done. Auntie, I want to..." I touched her buttocks.
"What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"
"Just once, okay?"
"No way! You know the neighbors will see." "If that old lady dares to show up again, I'll beat her up." "Alright, alright. If you don't finish your homework, I'll beat you first." "Then you can sit next to me and watch me write, okay?" "I still have to make lunch."
"Food isn't urgent. Food and sex are human nature." "
I don't understand."
"It means eating and sex are equally important."
Aunt Zhang's face darkened, and she pinched my mouth hard.
"You're not learning anything good, see if you talk nonsense again."
I quickly begged for mercy, and she let go.
I covered my face and explained, "It's true, it seems to be what Confucius said. I'm not lying to you." "Hmph, I knew it, Confucius couldn't teach anything good, otherwise we would have overthrown him a few years ago.
He deserved it!"
"Yes, you're right." "
Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and write."
She still took a chair next to me and sat down, watching me. I wrote haphazardly, turning my head to look at her from time to time. Finally, I couldn't resist touching her thigh. She didn't say anything, nor did she stop me. I confidently touched her private parts, squeezing my fingers between her legs. She reached over and slipped her hand inside my pants, grasping and stroking my erect penis.
"Auntie, aren't you afraid someone will see?"
"Are you afraid?"
Women are so fickle!
She quickened her stroking, and this sudden stimulation accelerated my physical reaction.
"Auntie, I'm about to come," I hurriedly called to her.
She casually picked up a teacup from the desk and placed it between my legs. My whole body tensed, all my senses concentrated on the glans. The veins seemed about to burst! A burst of intense pleasure instantly gushed out with the movement of her fingers, spraying into the teacup.
She wiped her hands clean with a tissue, looked at me, and said, "Feeling good?" "Auntie, I didn't know you knew this trick." "Hurry up and do your homework, I'm going to cook." She picked up the teacup and went out. Soon, the sound of a teacup shattering came from the kitchen. I ran over to see, and Aunt Zhang was sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan.
"How did it break?"
"Why? You wanted to keep it?"
I didn't answer.
"Mom, Mom." At this moment, Xiaoyun came over from the front yard, calling out to Aunt Zhang while holding an umbrella.
Aunt Zhang glanced at me and ran out.
"What's wrong? Why are you back today?"
"My uncle's house is leaking, so I came back."
"Have you eaten?"
"No. Oh, what's Xiaohai doing here?" "
His grandma asked him to keep me company. You go inside, dinner will be ready soon." My heart sank to the bottom. This meant that my sweet dream was over, and I didn't know when I could continue it. I felt an indescribable frustration. I was listless during dinner, and Aunt Zhang noticed my mood and comforted me by constantly putting food in my bowl.
In the afternoon, I took my things and went home. Although I was disappointed, I was still quite satisfied. After all, I had said goodbye to the days when I could only satisfy my physical needs by telling dirty jokes and masturbating.
Most importantly, I had already had sex with Aunt Zhang. As for when the next time would be, it was just around the corner. For several days after
the seventh day
, I didn't visit Aunt Zhang, and she didn't come to see me either. I didn't want others to see our frequent contact. It's always best to be cautious. In this alley, secrets are like crickets in an open jar, always ready to escape and be caught.
A few days later, Uncle Zhang returned from his business trip. But soon Aunt Zhang and he had a big argument. The old ladies said it was because of the company's housing allocation. Uncle Zhang was supposed to have a two-bedroom apartment, but the department head gave it to someone who had bribed or pulled strings. So, the next day, Aunt Zhang went to Uncle Zhang's workplace and had a huge argument with the department head, leaving everyone in the office stunned. She told the department head that if they didn't get an apartment this time, she would bring the children and live at his house every day. "Don't think I'm easy to bully just because my husband is honest. If you don't believe me, we'll see. I'll even take someone down with me if I die." Later, the department head relented, not only allocating Uncle Zhang a two-bedroom apartment but also allowing him to take Aunt Zhang on a trip to Beidaihe. It was said that Uncle Zhang had always been hardworking and conscientious, so this was a reward for him.
They went to Beidaihe for two weeks, and after returning, they were busy moving. On moving day, several of Uncle Zhang's friends came to help, and his workplace even sent a truck to park at the gate. Aunt Zhang was busy directing them. I went too. Aunt Zhang didn't say anything when she saw me, only asking me to help carry some small items. Soon, everything was loaded onto the truck, and Aunt Zhang left with it. She hardly said a word to me throughout the whole process.
Later, my parents and I visited her new home. It wasn't far, a six-story apartment building located behind the main street. They lived on the top floor. It was a very nice two-bedroom apartment, and they had bought some new furniture. Aunt Zhang busied herself greeting us, acting like a hospitable hostess. The conversation took place only between them; I felt like an outsider. I felt increasingly distant from her. Suddenly, I began to doubt whether what happened that night was real, or just a dream I had imagined. During the conversation, I learned that although Uncle Zhang still travels for work, it's less frequent than before. And I heard that he might be promoted to deputy section chief at the end of the year. After leaving her house, my parents kept discussing their future housing situation. But I felt empty inside, unable to utter a single word.
[The End]

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