Aunt's papaya milk

Looking at the sunlight streaming through the window, it all seemed like a dream. Just then, the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom. My aunt came out, and the sound of shoes scraping against the floor echoed down the hallway. I squinted, hoping to see my aunt's naked body, but nothing came of it. My aunt came in, fully clothed; if she had just put on a coat, she could have gone out. I was so disappointed. My aunt turned on the TV, glanced at me, and didn't say anything. I thought I should get up; everyone else was up, and I couldn't stay in bed any longer. I opened my eyes, wanting to talk to my aunt, but I didn't know how to start. After thinking for a while, it was my aunt who turned around and looked at me again before saying, "Get up, go eat, I'm hungry." Her tone was as casual as if nothing had happened. Although I'm a year older than my aunt, that one sentence made me realize the generational difference between us, a strange sense of maturity. I stretched and prepared to get out of bed, only to realize I was completely naked! Everyone else was dressed, and I was stark naked. How could I go out like this? It was so embarrassing! So I reached for my underwear, searching frantically, but couldn't find it. What to do? I couldn't just wander around the house looking for my underwear. My aunt seemed to notice my actions and turned to me, saying, "I washed it for you; it got dirty last night." I gave a dumbfounded "Oh," thinking, "How could it have gotten on my underwear? Why isn't it yours?" My aunt continued, "Where are the clean ones? I'll get them for you." I paused and said, "In the wardrobe drawer." My aunt got up, went to the wardrobe, opened it, pulled out a drawer, grabbed a pair, and shoved them into my hand. To be honest, I was incredibly embarrassed at that moment, and I'm sure many of you feel the same way. Imagine this: what men find most appealing is a man sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroking a woman's forehead and hair, her naked body in bed, sleepily looking at him and saying, "Honey, get me some underwear from the closet." That's such a wonderful feeling. But now it was the other way around, and it felt so awkward—at least, incredibly awkward. What was even more awkward was that I didn't know how to put on the underwear. Put it on outside? Not comfortable, awkward, even though it would only take a few seconds. Put it
on in bed? Holding the underwear and awkwardly wriggling around in bed would make me seem stingy, like a sissy. So conflicted! Then my aunt spoke up again, "Do you need me to help you put it on?"
Without thinking much, I instinctively replied, "Sure, please help me." My aunt paused for a moment, then moved from the sofa to the bed, and smiled, saying, "Give it to me." Actually, I felt that it was always my aunt who eased the awkward atmosphere. I always felt that what happened between us made our cousin relationship even more prominent, and under moral pressure, I started to abnormally put myself in the position of a child. Although I'm a year older than her, every time my aunt broke the awkward silence, she could instantly pull me back to the perspective of a normal man. So I reached out, of course, without any underwear in my hand, and then boldly grabbed my aunt's arm and pulled her down to lie down. My aunt didn't resist at all, lying down next to my pillow, and said, "Stop fooling around, get up quickly, it won't be good if my sister comes and sees." I said, "It's okay, my mom won't come, she doesn't have a key."
Then I tried to lean in and kiss my aunt, but she dodged. At that moment, I felt awkward; she was the one who felt embarrassed. I became bolder because I felt the generational distance that had been weighing on me had vanished in her shyness. The situation felt like a 22-year-old boy and a 21-year-old girl had spent a night together, the girl accepting the boy but still feeling shy. And I felt that the girl beside me was my peer, with the same upbringing, the same experiences, and the same feelings. I raised my head and kissed her again. This time, she didn't avoid me; she kissed me back. With this response, the generational distance between us completely disappeared. After holding my aunt for a while, my hands started to wander again. I slipped them inside her sweater, lifted it, and began to caress her through her bra. My aunt seemed to enjoy it without any resistance. So I continued, using both hands, one to caress her large breasts and the other to untie her bra. At this point, my aunt pulled back slightly, pulling my tongue out of her mouth, and said, "Let's do it at night, it's too bright." I looked at her, not listening at all, and continued what I was doing. My aunt pulled back again, and the bra came undone as she tried to avoid me. Then she opened her mouth again and said, "Let's do it at night." I thought to myself, maybe she's still not used to it because of that relationship, so I told my aunt, "It's too dark at night, I can't see."
My aunt said, "It's too bright during the day, I'm not used to it." I didn't say anything more, stopped what I was doing, looked at my aunt, and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat it." My aunt understood what I meant and said, "It's too bright." I started kneading again, since I had already unhooked her bra, so both hands were in front of me. My aunt was clearly starting to restrain herself again, so I took the opportunity to reach under her armpits and pull upwards, lifting her entire upper body clothing up, exposing half of her breasts. As mentioned before, her breasts were large and round, and they were fully exposed. My aunt reacted quickly, immediately clamping her armpits together, pressing her hands against her breasts through her clothing, and pulling downwards, covering them again. Then she said to me, "No, please."
My hands were trapped under her armpits and I couldn't move them. I thought I'd better give up and said to my aunt, "Okay, whatever you say." Just as I was about to pull my hands back, my aunt released her hands from her breasts, then pulled my hands away and moved them up her breasts. Following her hands, my hands returned to my aunt's large breasts, and I continued to knead them knowingly. Then our lips met again, and we continued to knead and kiss like that, when suddenly the phone rang. The phone we used back then wasn't a good one, but I remember it very clearly; it was my first phone. I had just graduated from university and didn't have much money, so I saved up to buy an Ericsson T18, which cost over a thousand yuan. It was my mom calling, asking where we were. I said I was at home; my aunt stayed up late watching TV last night, and I also stayed up late playing games. My mom was surprised and said, "It's almost 3 o'clock! You're only just getting up?" I then realized the time and lied to my mom, saying I got up at 11 o'clock, had lunch, and took a nap. My mom said, "Oh," and then said, "Come over at 5 o'clock; we'll make dumplings." I said okay. Then my mom asked me to hand the phone to my aunt, who took it and said, "Sister, any filling is fine. It's fine here, not dirty, very clean. Okay, bye-bye, sister." Then she hung up. From the conversation and the answers, I knew what my mom had asked. Let me clarify, although I'm a man, I'm quite particular about personal hygiene, and I'm a bit of a germaphobe, especially when it comes to women. If a woman has an odor, or an odor from her genital area, I immediately lose all interest in sex and stop all activity. My aunt and I share this trait; she's also a germaphobe, otherwise she wouldn't have vomited so much if she got a little semen on her.
After hanging up the phone, my aunt said, "Now you can get up, right? Get ready, it'll be about time to go to your mother's." My hand was still on my aunt's large breasts, and I reluctantly gave them a couple more squeezes. After kissing her, I reached under the covers, took out the clean underwear, and put it on.
After arriving at my mom's, I helped my aunt out. She seemed especially happy that day, no longer upset about her breakup, having completely moved on from her ex-boyfriend. After all, she was young then, and as the saying goes, "Forgetting the pain of heartbreak is like finding a new partner," which is absolutely true. In just one night, she resolved so many of her worries and unhappiness. However, even so, my dad sensed something was off. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were strange that day. My mom, being more easygoing, acted as usual. The dumplings that day tasted exceptionally good, and I was looking forward to going home as soon as we finished eating. During the meal, I accidentally bumped into my aunt's leg under the table. Even though it was through her pants, I felt a strange excitement. What was even more exciting was that my aunt kicked me back. I laughed as I ate, while my mom, being so oblivious, thought I was laughing at the TV. My dad didn't say a word, and I didn't pay much attention to it, just hoping to finish eating and go home quickly. After cleaning up the dishes, I clamored to leave first, making the excuse that it was too late to catch a ride. My mom also told me to go home early and be careful on the road.
In the north, darkness always falls quickly. Around eight o'clock, my aunt and I left the house. Looking at the pitch-black night outside, I mustered up my courage and reached out to take my aunt's hand. She flinched and said, "Let's leave the compound." I didn't respond, and we walked out of the compound without saying a word. Then I reached out and took her hand. Her hand still carried the warmth of the house, and I knew it would start to cool down soon. So I took her hand and put it in my coat pocket. We walked towards the bus stop. My aunt seemed to be in a good mood and asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend. Actually, I hadn't had a girlfriend since the first semester of my senior year of college. The reason was simple... Those who lived through that era generally understand that in that crazy age of online games, college students would go to internet cafes to get addicted. I was one of those crazy addicts; I played games for ages (I wonder if there are any like-minded people here). I spent all my time on games, so I took the initiative to break up with my girlfriend. Just before graduation, my account was hacked, and I was able to easily break free from the game. Besides, I also needed to find a job, so naturally I had less time. My aunt listened to my long-winded explanation all the way, and the main point she summarized was that I was very good at games. My girlfriend barely mentioned it, and I didn't make any excuses. I just said in one sentence, "It's all in the past, there's no need to bring it up."
When I got home, I instinctively touched the radiator, but it was still ice cold. So I turned on the electric heater, helped my aunt take off her coat, and then naturally hugged her. She didn't pull away; in fact, she hugged me back tightly. I pouted to kiss her, but she said, "Kiss me after you brush your teeth." This obsessive-compulsive disorder is driving me crazy! My enthusiasm vanished instantly. I thought, "We kissed this morning when I woke up, and my breath smelled bad then, but I didn't say anything. Now she says I have to brush my teeth." I frowned and reluctantly said, "Let's just kiss after I wash my teeth."
My aunt smiled and tiptoed to touch my lips with hers. Okay, so that counts as a kiss. We turned on the TV and watched it on the sofa. The electric heater was placed in front of us, with our feet resting on it. We were both covered with blankets, and I hugged my aunt. We watched TV like that until around 10 pm. My aunt said she was going to take a shower. I asked her if she wasn't cold, and she said she felt uncomfortable if she didn't shower. Then I remembered the wad of toilet paper that had fallen on her last night, so I didn't say anything more. She's a germaphobe; what else could I say? I'd rather freeze to death in the bathroom than be disgusted by that stuff. My aunt took off her sweater, wearing only her thermal underwear, and prepared to shower. I suddenly said, "Take it all off! If you take it off while wearing it, the water will splash." My aunt said, "It's okay." She then went into the bathroom, and I continued watching TV, feeling dejected.
My aunt had been inside for about half an hour when she suddenly called me. I went to open the bathroom door, but it was locked. So I asked, "What's wrong?" My aunt said from inside, "My clothes are all soaked." I laughed and said, "I told you, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're wet!" My aunt told me to get a blanket and wait for her outside, then she would come out wrapped in the blanket. I said, "That's the only way." So I went back to my room, got the blanket, and waited in the bathroom, thinking, "My clothes are wet, I'm naked now. Let's see how you hide now." A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and I waited expectantly… The door opened wide, and my aunt was inside. A cloud of steam dissipated, revealing a towel wrapped around her head, wearing a bra and underwear. Although I was a little disappointed by her clothes, I still thought her figure was amazing. I personally prefer a fuller figure, not a skinny one, so I felt my aunt's figure was exactly my type. Her waist was very slim, with little excess fat, and her buttocks were really big and perky. And then there were her large breasts, which, even with the bra, seemed about to burst open. Her black underwear made her look incredibly sexy. I was a little stunned, and I also got aroused, my penis sticking there. My aunt didn't seem to notice my change. She said from inside, "It's so cold," and then pounced on me—or rather, pounced on… I wrapped her in the blanket and said, "Let me carry you over." My aunt hummed in agreement. I reached my right hand towards her knee, lifted her up, and pulled her up from behind with my left. After only a couple of steps, I was already struggling. She was really heavy, and I didn't have much strength. Plus, the blanket made it slippery, and I was exhausted. I slowly made my way to the room and put her on the bed—or rather, half-thrown her. My aunt let out a soft "ah" and fell onto the bed. The blanket came undone, revealing her bra, and her breasts swayed back and forth. Seeing this, I, who was already exhausted, pounced on her. My aunt exclaimed, "Ah, the water hasn't dried yet..." I couldn't wait and quickly kissed her. My aunt didn't resist anymore and returned my kiss. Actually, I've always held onto the idea of letting go of the ties, unable to break free from this relationship. In the beginning, my aunt seemed to be guiding me, including her proactive words when we first slept together and I wasn't making any moves. It was kind of seductive, but now that this relationship is more transparent, I feel like my aunt is a bit reserved.
We kissed like that, and of course, my hands weren't idle either. I smoothly unhooked my aunt's bra from behind. At this moment, my aunt covered her chest and said to me, "Let's turn off the light." My hand slid down from her back and placed on her waist, saying, "It's okay, I want to look at you too." My aunt didn't say anything more. I took her hand and slowly moved it away, then pulled the strap down from my aunt's shoulder. My aunt was a little uncomfortable with the light, or perhaps she was shy, because her eyes were already tightly closed. I put the bra aside and looked at my aunt's breasts. It felt like I was being stared at by two eyes. Her breasts were like pendant bells, really big. Without the restraint of the bra, those big breasts trembled slightly on her chest. What was even more sexy was those big breasts. Oh my, her areolas were so large, taking up the entire front of her breasts. In the center was a small nipple, like a cherry pit. The left nipple was indented; you had to use both hands to cup her breasts and squeeze hard to see the tiny cherry pit hidden inside. These two nipples were, in my opinion, the only flaw. I like big nipples; I like the feeling of filling your mouth when you suckle. Overall, these breasts were my favorite shape—plump but not greasy. I slowly placed my hands on them, gently playing with them. My aunt's breathing began to quicken, but because she was still shy, she kept trying to hug me, trying to use my body to block her large breasts. Of course, I couldn't comply. I hadn't had enough of admiring them yet. Who knew if I'd be shown her those papaya-like breasts in a brightly lit place again? So I leaned back slightly, gently pushing her back to sit upright with my hands supporting her breasts, and continued to caress them. I noticed my aunt seemed to enjoy my touch, so I helped her lie down and gently licked her breasts while my right hand touched her other breast, moving it down her abdomen. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, accompanied by soft moans. My left hand slowly slipped into her panties, and the moment I touched her pubic hair, she tightened her legs. I initially thought she was just shy and unwilling, so I pressed down a little harder. To my surprise, her tightening of her legs was just a momentary urge when I touched her pubic hair; she instinctively clenched them. When I pressed harder, I found her legs had parted slightly. I became excited and took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, only to find it already damp with pre-ejaculate.
I seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the rare chance to see my aunt completely naked with the lights on. My mouth slowly moved down, licking her navel before reaching the edge of her underwear. By this time, my body was almost completely around her waist, one hand still resting on her breast. I withdrew that hand and placed it on her waist, then began to slowly pull down her underwear with both hands simultaneously. I was thinking, "Please don't resist or try to stop me; that would ruin the atmosphere." I thought to myself as I slowly pulled down her underwear, secretly watching her reaction. Then something exciting happened: when her underwear was a little off, her buttocks lifted slightly, clearly making it easier for me to remove it. I reacted quickly, pulling her underwear down to her ankles in one go. I also moved down half a body, and right in front of me was my aunt's pubic hair. The hair wasn't thick, rather sparse, and had no odor. I couldn't resist kissing it. My aunt seemed startled by my sudden action and reacted noticeably, immediately covering her genitals with her hand, then sitting up and hugging me. It felt like my action brought her back to reality. Looking back on it later, I realized I was too impulsive. My aunt is a country girl, and although she dresses much like city girls, she's still heavily influenced by rural life in terms of sex and wouldn't easily accept my actions. Besides, I was only her second man, and she's not very sexually mature yet.
I stopped too, afraid of ruining the atmosphere. I held her without saying a word, then kissed her lips. My aunt seemed like a child who had just been startled awake and then fell asleep again under my caresses, letting me do as I pleased. This time, I didn't test her limits. While kissing her, I helped her lie down again, then climbed on top of her. Her legs naturally parted and lifted, hanging around my waist, waiting for my entry. I took off my underwear, my already swollen penis erect, and rubbed it against my aunt's already wet entrance a few times before slowly pushing it in. There was no resistance; it was still very tight. My penis was gripped, and I made piston-like movements. With each thrust, my aunt's face became even more flushed, and her breasts trembled back and forth with my impact. After moving around for a while, my lower back started to ache. I pulled my aunt over, just like that night. She remained on her stomach, her buttocks sticking out, no longer shy. Looking at her buttocks, the visual impact intensified. I stroked them, slowly entering her, my hands supporting her buttocks, thrusting in and out. My aunt's moans were no longer the soft groans of before; her voice rose in rhythm with my thrusts. It was so stimulating! I felt I was about to give up, so I increased my intensity and thrust harder. My aunt's moans grew louder, and amidst those stimulating sounds, I ejaculated. I collapsed weakly against my aunt's back, my hands reaching down to touch her breasts. In this position, they felt so heavy. As I touched them, my body trembled slightly; the feeling was so pleasurable. After
resting for a while, I noticed the toilet paper on the bedside table nearby. I said to my aunt, "I can't reach the toilet paper."
My aunt looked around for a bit and then said, "Move forward a little."
So, I knelt upright while my aunt crawled on her knees. I held her waist, and we slowly moved forward. Then, she took out seven or eight sheets of tissue and placed them under her, saying, "Okay."
I understood and pulled them out. I watched as my aunt used the tissue to plug her genitals and turned over. We were now facing each other. I looked at her slightly disheveled hair, went over and hugged her from behind, placing my hands on her breasts and touching them. Then my aunt turned her head, and we continued kissing, with one hand still plugging her genitals. After kissing like this for a while, I asked my aunt, "Is it comfortable?"
My aunt blushed and hummed in agreement, saying, "Don't be so rough next time, it hurts a little."
After hearing this, I jokingly asked, "Is it more comfortable or more painful?"
My aunt became even more shy this time, and without saying a word, she kissed me again.
After tidying up, I saw it was almost midnight. We wrapped ourselves in the blanket and watched TV. I put my arm around my aunt, and kept my other hand on her breast. My aunt wasn't shy anymore and let me play with it. While watching TV, my aunt suddenly asked me, "If I go back, will you come back with me?" I casually replied, "Sure, you can stay too. I'll secretly marry you." My aunt smiled, looked up, and kissed me.
I felt that my aunt was happy after hearing what I said, so after I said that, her hand reached for mine and held it tightly. I shamelessly guided her other hand to my genitals. After these few times, I felt that the familial bond had really faded, even disappeared. I started to treat my aunt like my girlfriend. My aunt naturally grasped my genitals and tried to slowly stroke and play with them.
After that intimate encounter with my aunt, our relationship deepened. We were both lovers and family. On the street, we acted like a couple, chatting and laughing. At home, we were like brother and sister, or perhaps older sister and younger brother. During that time, I couldn't quite define our relationship, but I felt it leaned towards lovers. My dad was
very perceptive. Although he didn't directly say anything to my aunt and me, he would subtly remind my mom when we weren't around that we seemed strange and suggested my aunt come back to live with us instead of me. My mom was easygoing and told my dad it was okay, that the two kids wouldn't do anything inappropriate. But during dinner, my mom tentatively asked, "Xiaoling, they called to ask how you're feeling. When are you planning to go back?" My aunt, while eating, replied, "New Year's Day, I guess." Then, glancing at me, she continued, "Xiaozu, come back with me. It's much better there than in the mainland."
My dad then asked, "Do you want him to come along?" I didn't really notice his look at the time, only his voice. But after so many years of knowing him, the implication in that sentence made me sense something was wrong. So I quickly said, "He can come after he's married." I thought I could brush him off then, but now it seems pointless. Since my parents could sense something from our eyes and words, they were bound to take action. The meal ended there, and the conversation returned to the plot of the TV drama.
Later, I felt that after we left, my dad and mom would say something, subtly reminding my mom, because this woman was my mom's sister, my aunt. A week after that conversation, my mom bought my aunt a train ticket home. When I found out, it was only two days before her departure. So, a week before Christmas, my aunt boarded the train home.
On the day of her departure, all I remember is my mother giving instructions to my aunt. I just stood there, feeling indescribable—reluctant to let her go, yet powerless to stop her. And so, the story ends.
[The End]

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