Massaging the old lady

Everyone has probably had similar experiences. Today, I'm opening my heart and sharing my story. I also sincerely hope that strangers can join me in sharing and exchanging ideas. In our area, we call my aunt "dama," which means "auntie." I've noticed my aunt for a long time. Back then, she was just over forty, about 1.6 meters tall, with very fair and petite skin and long hair. I've seen her breasts; they were very white. When I was little, she would hold me while I slept. Because I was a child, she never hesitated to do so in front of me, even changing clothes in front of me. Sometimes I felt embarrassed. That summer, I was seventeen... I was learning massage in this small county town and was temporarily staying at an old lady's house. I had three days off every month. The old lady had a habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, so it was just the two of us at home. Then the old lady asked me how my training was going, and I said it was going well. We chatted idly for a while, and then the old lady said she wasn't feeling well. I said I'd give her a massage, and she smiled and said, "Sure, perfect, let me see how well you're doing." The old lady was wearing loose pajamas in the summer, and she buried her head in the pillow. I sat beside her, massaging her shoulders and chatting. Gradually, we stopped talking and I focused on the massage. The way she was lying face down made me start to change my mind. When I massaged her back, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

I said, "Auntie, it's not comfortable pressing like this. Let me sit behind you."

The auntie remained kneeling and didn't speak.

I knelt behind her, not pressing hard

on her back. My inner heat grew, and I saw her snow-white skin. The atmosphere gradually changed; my face flushed, and I felt a strong urge to sit on her. My lower body also began to react. I slowly sat down, gently on her buttocks. The auntie didn't speak. Afraid she might feel uncomfortable, I said, "Is this pressing on you?" The auntie gave a lazy reply, "No, I don't feel anything." She said, "Auntie's buttocks are very comfortable to sit on. They're fleshy, but she's not fat at all; her buttocks are very soft." I felt an erection. I don't know if she felt it at that moment. I didn't dare to be too forward, but my inner desires were still stirring, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous. I slowly moved my hands down from her buttocks, pressing on her thighs. I didn't dare to change my movements too much, slowly transferring my hands to her buttocks and gently kneading them. I thought she was probably asleep, so I became bolder, and the gentle kneading turned into a firmer kneading. Suddenly, I heard soft "mmm" sounds. I realized she wasn't asleep. I whispered, "Auntie, am I pressing too hard?"

The auntie heard me and said, "It's okay

." Having received the imperial decree, my audacity was indulged.

My hand, which had been pinching her buttocks, began to knead forcefully, but I still pressed her thighs, afraid she would object. After a while, I pulled back a little, gradually spreading her legs apart. She didn't object. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and kneaded them, pressing inward with my thumbs. I could clearly feel her legs tighten and her buttocks harden. She also made soft moaning sounds, but she didn't object. At that moment, I really wanted to kiss the old lady's buttocks. They felt far away, but they smelled very sweet.

I asked, "Are you feeling better, Auntie?" The old lady, with moaning sounds, said, "Yes, a little better." With each forceful pinch of her buttocks with my thumbs, her buttocks would clench and contract. I could clearly feel my hand gripping mine tightly. I was nervous, but also afraid. I didn't dare to continue pressing. The old lady suddenly spoke up, saying, "My back is still a little uncomfortable." I had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll press your back." This time, I was a little bolder and sat directly on her buttocks. I wondered if she was disgusted and that's why she wouldn't let me press. I said, "Auntie, how about you lift your clothes up a little? It's not slippery when you press through the clothes." The old lady said, "Okay, lift them up a little, only exposing your waist." I was stunned. She was so fair-skinned, just like the women I'd seen in picture books. My hands were pressing on her back, but I wasn't satisfied. I moved my hands further down her back; it was so smooth. My massage technique changed to caressing. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, my hands slowly moved to her sides, caressing her entire back. Because she was lying down, her breasts were pressed down, so I would intentionally or unintentionally touch them a little. She didn't say anything, still burying her face in the blanket. So I squatted on the side of the bed, tentatively placing one hand on her buttocks and gently rubbing for a minute. Seeing that she didn't... I said, "Auntie, why don't you lift it up a little and I'll massage it again?" The auntie didn't say anything. While she wasn't looking, I pulled her pajama bottoms down a little, revealing a tiny bit of her buttocks. I only dared to gently rub it. At this moment, one hand was on her waist, and the other hand almost touched half of her buttocks, pinching and kneading, sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly. My whole face was burning hot, and my lower body became very hard. My underwear was very tight, so it wasn't very noticeable. I heard that moaning sound again, "Mmm, mmm," and then I felt her buttocks moving. My hand naturally moved down a little... I actually touched her entire buttocks! It was her buttocks, and it felt so good to squeeze them. Before she could react, my hand was already on her entire buttocks, pressing hard. At this moment, her moans grew a little louder. My hand felt wet, and I could feel her buttocks trembling. Just as I was immersed in this atmosphere, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Stop pressing. You're pressing the wrong place." My rationality snapped me back to reality. I panicked and quickly said, "I'm not good at it."

Then the old woman immediately got up and said, "I'm going to the toilet. I won't press today." When she spoke, I noticed that her face was red. I was terrified and my heart pounded. When

the old woman came out of the toilet, I said, "I'm going to the toilet too." When I got to the toilet, I saw that the toilet paper she had just used was white. I smelled it, but there was no smell. I touched it with my finger and it was a little stringy. I was both nervous and excited, but I was also afraid of being scolded. That afternoon, I went to sleep. With a feeling of unease, I fell asleep without realizing it. Around 6 o'clock, the old woman woke me up and told me to eat. Nothing unusual happened that day, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For a long time afterward, I fantasized about her.

[The End]

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