Am I just a substitute for my father?

Every boy will encounter sex sooner or later, perhaps through pornographic videos or erotic books,
but I witnessed the entire process of sex firsthand.

I don't know if it was fate, but that
night was woken up by the urge to urinate. As I walked back to my room from the bathroom, I heard
strange noises coming from my father's room. Inexplicably, I went to his room.

I never understood why my father hadn't closed the door that day. By the moonlight, I saw my father naked,
pressing down on another naked white body. Although it was the first time I'd seen it, I immediately understood what my father
was doing. The woman beneath him wasn't my mother, who was away on a business trip; from her voice, I realized
it was Aunt Agilina.

Aunt Agilina was a foreigner; her husband had died in a car accident five years prior,
leaving . For a 13-year-old, I couldn't understand why Aunt Agilina was in
my father's bed. But that wasn't my main concern; at that moment, I
clearly .

Aunt Angelina lay face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, and I could clearly see my father's
large penis penetrating her. At the time, I didn't know that women had a "honey hole."

My father breathed heavily, and Aunt Angelina, whether from sadness or something else, kept
making sounds I couldn't understand. That night, I seemed to understand a lot, yet I also had many
questions. I didn't know then that these questions wouldn't be answered for three years. That year, I was 13 years old.

I knew that my father and Aunt Angelina's relationship was a secret, one that my mother couldn't know.

Because I didn't think Aunt Angelina was a bad woman; in fact, compared to my work-obsessed
mother, Aunt Angelina was more like my mother.

After that day, although I really wanted to see my father and Aunt Angelina making love again, I
never saw it again. As time passed, I forgot about it.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. I turned 16, and the day before my birthday, my father passed away. When
I arrived at the hospital and received the gift he had bought for me from the police, I, who hadn't cried in a long time, burst into
tears . My tears flowed uncontrollably as I called out to my father, hoping he would rise again.

My father's death wasn't just a tragedy for me. Aunt Angelina was there at the funeral;
she cried bitterly. Looking at her, I thought she must have loved my father very much. I don't know why I
thought that .

This thought just naturally appeared in my mind, and I believed it without a doubt.

My mother was also heartbroken; she stopped all her work. Aunt Angelina came to our house every day, staying with
my mother and talking to her for a whole week.

Now I realize that Aunt Angelina was truly a wonderful woman. She was comforting my mother
, but she was also deeply saddened, though she never showed it to anyone. She grieved silently by herself.

Now, thinking back, if that night hadn't happened, I wonder what my fate would have been.

Although so much time has passed, I still clearly remember every detail of that night.

Aunt Angelina was sitting on the sofa in the living room, empty bottles piled up in front of her. This was the first time I
had ever seen Aunt Angelina drink; she seemed a little drunk. I went over, wanting to persuade her to go back and rest.

Hearing my call, Aunt Angelina turned her head, looking at me with a blank expression. "Hmm, who are you?"

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly. "Roc, you've come! They all said you were dead. I know they
were lying to me. I knew you would come back. You wouldn't abandon your little Angelina!"

I wanted to tell her who I was, but when my hand touched her body, I froze.
Aunt Angelina was only wearing a thin nightgown. My hand clearly felt the warmth of her skin, and my hand began
to stroke Aunt Angelina's back through the nightgown.

“Roc, I knew you’d come back as long as Annie wore this dress. You said you
loved seeing me dressed like this. Roc, don’t go! I’ll wear this every day if you like, and I’ll
make you even happier.”

I stared in disbelief at what happened next. My pants were pulled down by Aunt Angelina, and my penis
was held in a woman’s hand for the first time. Aunt Angelina sat between my legs, her tongue tracing my
thighs , my scrotum, and my erect penis. My body trembled; I
still remember that feeling.

Before I could recover from that sensation, the feeling on my penis changed abruptly. My
glans was completely inside Aunt Angelina’s mouth, a heat I had never experienced before.

Before I could adjust to the heat, a piercing itch shot through my brain from my glans, and I
sat bolt upright as if electrocuted.

Such warm lips, her tongue gliding across my glans like silk, yet with an indescribable itch.
Her lips were as soft and warm as flower petals; I wished this feeling would never end.

Aunt Angelina's movements suddenly quickened. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Great Roc, you shot so much today!" Aunt Angelina said, wiping her mouth with a tissue
. She had swallowed all my semen.

"Aunt Angelina..." Before I could finish, Aunt Angelina sealed my words with her finger.
"Call me Linlin. Don't you always call me Annie?"

"Annie," I murmured.

"Mmm," Aunt Angelina nestled against me playfully, my hand landing on her
breasts .

"You still like them so much?" Were these the breasts I saw three years ago? "They're so big," I said involuntarily,

touching Aunt Angelina's breasts . "As long as you like them, they'll always be yours," Aunt Angelina said, hugging me. This was the first time I had ever truly felt a woman's breasts. They felt so incredibly soft, almost melting, and so elastic. No matter how much I squeezed or kneaded them, they immediately returned to their original shape as soon as I let go. I couldn't help but bury my face in Aunt Angelina's breasts .

I heard that voice again, three years ago. This time, she was right next to my ear. It sounded so good. Aunt Angelina's
moans filled me with pleasure and excitement.

Just as I was lost in the sensation of Aunt Angelina's breasts, suddenly, she pushed me down
onto the bed and straddled me. My penis was surrounded once again.

Is this a woman's honey pot? It's so hot! It feels completely different from the sensation in Aunt Angelina's mouth. Oh,
oh… As Aunt Angelina moved on top of me, the intense stimulation from the friction between my glans and the folds made
me gasp uncontrollably.

"Roc, Annie's going crazy, ah!" Aunt Angelina cried out, shaking her hips, which slapped
against my lower abdomen with a slapping sound.

"God, oh, um—, fuck me, fuck me."

When everything calmed down, I realized that Aunt Angelina had fallen asleep with a smile. I picked her up and carried her
back to my room.

Four years passed after that night. Because my mother was always busy with work, Angelina basically
took care of me for those four years. Seeing her as always, I even wondered if I was dreaming that night.

I had so much I wanted to tell her, but I never dared. As time went by, I gradually forgot about her.

Qingqing, Aunt Angelina's daughter, is now my girlfriend, and
Aunt Angelina is very supportive of this.

My mother even said we should get married when we're the same age. Since the adults don't object, my relationship with
Qingqing naturally progressed very smoothly.

Qingqing knelt in front of me, trying to use her breasts to hold my penis. Although Qingqing's breasts were quite developed compared to other 18-year-old
girls , they were clearly not enough to completely envelop my penis.

"Is it comfortable, Da?"

Of course, I wouldn't say anything that would disappoint Qingqing. "Yes, very good, very comfortable."

Qingqing glanced at me. "I know you're lying to me. If it were Mom, Da would definitely feel comfortable."

I was surprised by Qingqing's words.

Seeing my surprised expression, Qingqing chuckled. "What's wrong? Why are you so surprised? I
meant if my breasts were as big as Mom's, they would definitely make you feel good."

I made an "I see" face and let out a long sigh. "Qingqing, what do we do now?" I
asked, pointing to my erect penis.

"You big pervert, ptooey!" Qingqing spat.

"Qingqing, your technique is getting better and better," I said, sitting on the bed to Qingqing, who was sucking my penis.

"Does it feel good, Da? Hehe, I practiced by eating lots of bananas." Qingqing looked up and asked.

"Oh, but don't bite my penis like a banana," I chuckled. "Ah,"

Qingqing smiled, revealing her row of white teeth, "If you let another woman touch it, I
'll bite it off right now."

I immediately swore with a frightened expression that I wouldn't, which made Qingqing giggle.

I kissed Qingqing's pink nipples. Although the breast play wasn't quite perfect,
the feel of Qingqing's breasts was still very good; after all, she had good genes.

I took off Qingqing's white panties, revealing her glistening labia. My hands gently caressed her labia.
I was no longer the clueless boy I once was. My fingers slid inside Qingqing,
touching the folds of her vaginal walls.

Qingqing moaned irresistibly, writhing, "Dad, I want it, come in quickly!"

With great effort, I finally controlled myself. I buried my head between Qingqing's thighs,
gently licking her entrance with my tongue. "Ah, Da, ah!" Qingqing suddenly cried out loudly.

I looked up. "What's wrong, Qingqing? Is this uncomfortable?"

"No, no, Da, it's too stimulating, I, I can't take it."

"Relax, Qingqing, relax, enjoy it."

Qingqing's body trembled, her round thighs tightly clamping my head. After a full ten
minutes , I finally couldn't withstand Qingqing's gripping strength any longer, and I stopped. I let
Qingqing, her body completely aroused, push me down onto the bed.

Lying naked, a cool breeze blew past. I placed my hand on Qingqing's
slender waist and increased the speed of my thrusts.

A year ago, I made this little girl my woman, and in that year, we'd
done it countless times. Qingqing's body had become increasingly sexy and fiery. Looking at her current frenzied energy, it
was truly unlike her usual quiet and gentle self.

"Damn, faster, harder, a little harder, ah, so good!" Qingqing swayed excitedly.

Her breasts rippled under her golden hair, and perhaps it was Qingqing's words, but
the scene from that night flashed through my mind.

Although Qingqing was only 16, I could vaguely see the shadow of Angelina Jolie in her.

"Da, come on!" Qingqing, her hands gripping the wall and her snow-white buttocks sticking out, turned her head
and called out . At this moment, my body was no longer controlled by my brain. Under the pull of my penis, I quickly
pressed Qingqing down from behind.

Rather than saying that I was thrusting, it would be more accurate to say that my penis was being sucked by Qingqing's honey hole. "Qingqing,
why are you sucking so tightly? I can't hold back anymore."

"I'm not sucking, you're talking nonsense. Ah, Da, you're so amazing, Qingqing feels so good."

In the midst of saying words that excited us both, amidst my heavy breathing and Qingqing's spell-like moans
, I reached orgasm with Qingqing.

"If it were Mom, Da would definitely feel good." Qingqing's words were like a spell, awakening something deep in my
memory , the seal was broken.

Every detail of that night began to surface in my mind, Angelina's mature body constantly
appearing in my dreams, her soft lips, her large breasts, her smooth thighs, and that
honey hole that made me a man. Everything was so clear, yet so blurry.

I no longer lived at school; whenever I didn't have afternoon classes, I would come back to help her cook, wash the dishes, and go
grocery . In short, I tried every way to be with Aunt Agilina, watching her every smile and
gesture.

Gradually, I became dissatisfied with just visual experiences.

I started to touch her skin intentionally or unintentionally, and on the subway, I would take the opportunity to put my arm around her soft
waist.

I had never enjoyed a crowded subway as much as I did then. Aunt Angelina was held tightly in my
arms , her large breasts pressing against my chest, filling my eyes. I boldly slid my hand down her waist and
gently pinched the fleshy part of her buttocks.

Aunt Angelina stared at me, and I was extremely nervous. I felt my whole body trembling
slightly . I remained in that position until we got off the train, my hand not moving an inch.

On the way home, Aunt Angelina didn't take the subway again. We walked home and were caught in a
sudden downpour, getting completely soaked. To this day, I still wonder if God was on my side.

At that moment, Angelina was practically half-naked standing in front of me, her clothes, soaked by the rain
, outlining her curves without reservation. She seemed to realize this as well. She rushed into the house and
hurried to her room. However, she didn't get her wish, because I hugged her tightly from behind.

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