My third aunt for life

My third aunt has always been the object of my fantasies. And this feeling seems to have started when I was in elementary school.
(I) A girl's reserve My third aunt is nine years older than me, so there is relatively little generation gap. She has always doted on me since I was little. She bought me a lot of fun things and delicious food. I also liked to go to my maternal grandmother's house to play with my third aunt.
At that time, I was just beginning to understand the relationship between men and women. My third aunt studied late every day, so I was often asleep when she went to bed. She didn't know that even though the lights were off, I was actually watching her change clothes with my eyes half-closed. Because in the north, the kang (heated brick bed) is a large heated platform, and the whole family sleeps together, so it was really enjoyable at that time! Although my third aunt had to crawl under the covers to take off her clothes at that time. But childhood fantasies are the most beautiful. Such sexual fantasies accompanied me all the way to junior high school. And my third aunt also brought home her college boyfriend. My current third aunt's husband.
(II) Big changes In my junior year, my third aunt brought home her current third aunt's husband. He is from Sichuan, not tall, but a nice person, and quite good at getting along with people. He is very smooth-talking, so he must have put a lot of effort into pursuing his girlfriend. Back then, writing love letters was all the rage. I was incredibly envious of the love letters my aunt's husband wrote to her, which were as frequent as a diary. But the content of those letters was even more interesting to me. I remember one passage that went something like this:
"Staying up late at night by the dormitory window, gazing at yours, I suddenly felt like the happiest person, because there was a woman who belonged to me there. You gave me everything, and made me realize the responsibilities of being a man. Thank you."
It felt very romantic, but as a middle school student, I already seemed to have a vague understanding of what "everything" meant for my aunt.
That winter, my aunt got married. She also got her own diary. And it was very small. Many entries were concise. One entry that stuck with me was
: "I'm home now, it's been so long since I've felt love. You were amazing, so many orgasms!"
Suddenly, my penis was erect! I couldn't imagine what "many orgasms" felt like. Later, after watching countless pornographic films and having my own woman...
(III) A woman in her thirties, after marriage and childbirth, might not care about anything anymore. Later, I became the protagonist in my aunt's teasing.
When I was in college, I often went to my aunt's house, ostensibly to visit my sister. Because Beijing summers are quite hot, my aunt dressed very lightly at home. She wore a nightgown, and bending over or lifting her leg would expose her. Women returning home usually didn't need their bras, which gave me a good look. Once, my roommate accompanied me to my aunt's house for my sister's birthday. We drank some wine and stayed overnight. Since she was my roommate, my aunt didn't stand on ceremony and didn't care about her image at all! She showed off everything she could, and my roommate really enjoyed it! Especially when she was cutting the cake for my sister, you could see her belly button from her neckline! And a woman in her thirties is at her most attractive, so my roommate couldn't resist going to the bathroom! Later, when I went back, I found my aunt's underwear stained with a murky, sticky liquid.
At that moment, I consciously started to flirt with my aunt more.
Another time, I had just finished drinking with my roommate in the dorm. I went on QQ, and my aunt was online. Because he's always loved chatting with me since we were little, and that day, emboldened by the alcohol, he talked a bit too much. "What are you doing, kid?"
"Nothing, just looking around."
"Looking around at what?
Why aren't you asleep so late?" "I can't tell you, what if you tell on me? Besides, you're old enough to ignore this."
"Tell me, I'm a little curious."
"Hmm... okay, but you can't tell anyone."
"It's a deal."
"My classmate made a website, the
kind men like to look at, hehe." "Oh, you've grown up, haven't you? Looking at porn sites now? Be careful when you're young, you might go astray. It's all nonsense, all sorts of things. Many people have committed crimes after looking at those..."
"Stop, what did I say? I told you I couldn't tell you!"
"Hehe, I was just saying. But speaking of which, your third aunt's husband said that you men learn a lot of knowledge from those websites. I really don't know if the internet is good or bad."
"Of course, it has everything, and it can even resolve marital conflicts!" (Actually, I liked reading articles about couples swapping and exhibitionism the most, so I consciously or unconsciously started indoctrinating my aunt with this.) "How could that be? What good stuff could there be besides all that babbling and screaming? It's too fake. There's no way there could be such strong men and such women in real life."
"Wow, I didn't expect my aunt to know so much."
"Of course, even if you haven't seen a maniac, you've seen pigs run, right? But there's something I want to discuss with you now."
"Go ahead."
"Recently, I feel like my relationship with your uncle isn't going so well. He doesn't care much about what I wear anymore. Are we experiencing the seven-year itch?" "
Possibly. Men like young women, and if a woman doesn't have some tricks up her sleeve, men will slowly lose interest in her. And these so-called tricks are actually very common online. They seem impossible to us at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, they make a lot of sense. If you want to see them, I can help you find them."
"Okay, then. Send me one to take a look."
So I found an article about a husband exposing his wife, who eventually became addicted and had hundreds of rounds of intense sex with her husband in bed, and sent it to him. Actually, I deleted a lot of the later parts about the wife being gang-raped. Should we proceed gradually? A dozen minutes later, "I think this is too unrealistic. How can a woman go out without underwear? Even at night, it's so embarrassing!"
"Actually, you're overthinking it, Auntie. I'm not asking you to actually not wear underwear. If my Uncle knew you weren't wearing underwear, he would usually stop you, because it's his woman. But if he didn't stop you, there would be benefits too. He would definitely fantasize, and your private life would definitely be of high quality. You can satisfy his fantasies too."
"What are you saying, kid? But thinking about it, what you said makes sense."
After talking for so long, my little brother was already incredibly hard. Imagining Auntie walking around the street without underwear, wearing only a piece of clothing, the greedy eyes of men, the scene of being molested on the bus, I suddenly ejaculated.
(IV) My Dream Come True When I visited my aunt's house again, she clearly treated me like an adult. It just so happened that my aunt's husband was away on a business trip to Shandong. That evening, while we were chatting, I lay on her bed.
My sister was in another room, and her bed was empty, so I couldn't sleep on the sofa. We talked about their love lives, occasionally touching on their sex life. Half an hour after the lights were turned off, my penis was incredibly erect. I pretended to be asleep and slowly placed my hand on my aunt's chest. At first, she flinched, but then, realizing I was asleep, she gave in. After a while, perhaps feeling more aroused, I got up to go to the bathroom.
Quick as a flash, I pulled my erect penis out of my underwear, pretending to still be asleep. A few minutes later, my aunt returned, clearly attracted to my penis. She paused for about ten seconds, then turned off the light and closed the door. I thought my plan had failed.
"Are you asleep?"
my aunt asked. I pretended to be asleep and didn't react, so she came over and squeezed my penis. It wasn't a penis anymore; the veins were bulging, and it was at a 120-degree angle. The 16-centimeter length immediately excited my aunt. She had only intended to touch it briefly, but after that, she wanted to lick it, even just once.
Actually, people are more excited at night and don't care about the consequences. The moment she put my penis in her mouth, all her psychological defenses crumbled, and the pent-up lust of this 25-year-old woman erupted from within. Eight years of married life had made her oral sex incredibly skillful. For a woman of that age, a 25-year-old man's penis was like an LV bag—"So big, so big!"
My aunt whispered, swallowing hard, "I'm enjoying this pleasure too." I slowly raised my hand, and before she could react, I grabbed her not-so-large penis. "What are you doing
?" "What are you doing, Auntie?"
"I, I..."
"Don't say anything. Now don't treat me like your nephew, and you're not my aunt anymore. Just think of me sleepwalking. Sleepwalkers can't talk."
So I pushed my aunt down onto the bed. I pulled off her only nightgown, the one that fueled my fantasies. In the moonlight, I saw the body I'd dreamed of, the body I'd fantasized about a thousand times. Not-so-large breasts, a flat stomach, a little bit of pubic hair, and most importantly, that little pussy exuding mature womanly charm. I couldn't resist. I kissed that little pussy, licking and sucking hard. After a few times, my aunt's vagina began to contract rapidly.
"Mmm, mmm..."
Never before had I craved that little pussy so much—milk? Apple? I still can't imagine it. "Come on, stop licking, is it going to kill you? Come on, my dear, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and come on!"
My little brother had been planning this for a long time, so I took the plunge and went all the way in. "Oh..."
As expected of someone who has given birth, she wasn't tight at all, it felt great. Plus, with so many years of married life, she could control the rhythm of my movements at will.
But I couldn't control myself. I just went up and thrust wildly 100 times. "Ahhhhh, slower, slower, ohhh!"
I didn't care about anything else! While I was thrusting in and out, I covered her mouth with mine. Suddenly, I had a feeling that after kissing her pussy, her lips still had a taste. My aunt had completely spread her legs at this moment, which could reduce my friction and make it last longer.
"Ohhh, up, up, up, ohhhh!"
Hearing this half-crying, half-screaming moan, I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate.
"I'm about to cum, inside or outside?"
"Cum inside, I've had surgery, I can't get pregnant again."
So, I picked up my aunt, her breasts pressed tightly against mine, and thrust wildly again. "Oh, oh, I'm coming, harder, oh oh oh!"
"Oh..."
Finally, I came. I put my aunt down and continued to knead her breasts hard, probably almost crushing them. She experienced the ravages after the passion, enjoying that women of this age like this kind of roughness. I'll definitely do it again if I have the chance, but like I said that day, there was never such an opportunity again, and she acted as if nothing had happened. She's still my aunt.
Only I still remember that night, planned for 10 years. (
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) [The End]

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