My Night with My Nephew

My name is Yuan Huali, I'm 32 years old, and Xiaoyong is 11 years old, my older sister's child. I've found that I really like this child, and he likes me too; I might be a bit of a child-lover. During summer vacation, I told my sister that I wanted to take Xiaoyong on a trip together. Children shouldn't stay at home during vacation; they should go out and broaden their horizons. I thought to myself that he really should experience a woman's body. It was already past 3 a.m., and the entire hotel was quiet. The orange wall lamp
in my nephew's bedroom emitted a dim light, making the seemingly calm yet ambiguous room even more serene and elegant. Under the light, I was wearing only a pair of pure cotton white underwear, kneeling on the bed, with my bewildered . The towel on my body had somehow slipped to the floor. Lost in thought, my heart was pounding because of my son's confession, and I didn't even realize that I was sitting half-naked next to my nephew. My nephew, now like a condemned prisoner on the execution ground, felt emboldened now that he'd already made his point . At first, he just stared at my ever-changing expression, searching for a solution. But then he suddenly realized he was lost in thought, oblivious to everything else. Under the lamplight, my snow-white body gleamed beautifully, my full, round breasts hanging low before his eyes, my dark brown nipples trembling restlessly with my breath. He couldn't help but think of how he'd just carefully played with those beautiful breasts. My nephew, being young and passionate, gazed at my alluring nipples, and at this most awkward moment between us, he secretly became erect again. Meanwhile, I was still struggling internally . I love my nephew, but it should have been just the simple affection of an aunt for her nephew. Motherly love should be the greatest , but my recent feelings for him had long since transcended that. My nephew wasn't entirely wrong. He's my nephew, and he's also a physically normal man. I'm an adult, and even I can't completely control my impulses, so how can I expect my nephew to be so restrained? Thinking about it carefully, the fact that my nephew feels desire for me at least shows how important I am to him. Besides, I 've had some unethical fantasies about him, which should be considered mutual affection. But we're still mother and son! Mutual affection with my own nephew is something I can't even bring myself to talk about. And even if we both accept this almost twisted feeling, what's next? My nephew is young and energetic, while I'm middle-aged and alone. Can I really restrain myself from incest? As I thought about it, I suddenly noticed something wriggling between my nephew's legs. Then it started to grow, creating a small tent in his crotch, which he tightly covered with a towel. I didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. Looking at my nephew lying beside me, I realized from his lustful gaze that I was half-naked. My breasts were completely exposed, being scanned back and forth by this little devil's eyes. I felt a surge of embarrassment and quickly picked up my towel from the floor, wrapped it around myself , then frowned and glared at my nephew with a flirtatious look in my eyes. My nephew lay there and smiled sheepishly. He probably thought I was used to his physical reaction. Anyway, there was no need to hide anything anymore, and he seemed quite at ease. He was no longer the bewildered person I had been caught doing something shameful. At the same time, he understood that there was no malice in my glare. My nephew was indeed a little embarrassed about his erection. He tried . But as soon as his injured right hand touched the tent in his groin, it went limp and he let out a low groan of pain. It seemed that the old injury he had accidentally aggravated earlier had caused him considerable damage. Seeing my nephew in such a state, my maternal instincts as his aunt stirred a mix of love, resentment, and pity within me. I quickly took his injured arm and gently massaged it. After a while, the pain subsided, and he nodded gratefully, saying, "It's alright! Auntie, it doesn't hurt so much anymore!" I put down his arm and used a tissue from the bedside table to wipe the cold sweat from his face. Seeing that his penis was still erect, a surge of love welled up within me. Thinking of my nephew's confession to me, and looking at his handsome yet pained face , I instantly abandoned all resistance, feeling that anything I did for him wouldn't matter. I sighed, lowered my head slightly, and let my long, disheveled hair obscure my face. I avoided eye contact with him. I was afraid that what I was about to do would humiliate me. I stretched out my white arm and gently lifted the white towel covering my nephew's crotch, leaving his not-so- large penis standing proudly erect before me. My nephew was completely unprepared for me suddenly pulling back the towel covering him. He let out a soft scream, " Auntie!..." I ignored him and instead reached out my slender hand to firmly grasp his already burning hot penis. My nephew's body trembled, and before he could react, I had already skillfully begun to stroke his penis up and down. My nephew struggled to get rid of my hand, stammering, "Auntie! No... what are you doing... don't do this!" He was genuinely embarrassed; it was the first time in his life that someone had held his genitals like this, making him incredibly shy, his face flushed red. I looked down at his penis, which was spraying fluid as I stroked it, and said in a low voice, my face red, pretending to be serious, "Don't move! If you hurt me, Auntie won't be responsible!" "Ouch... Auntie... be gentle!" My nephew stopped struggling and looked at me shyly as I masturbated him. "Hmm... your hand isn't working properly. If you need anything, just tell your aunt! Your aunt can help you! But... don't hurt yourself anymore, understand?" I said in a low voice, expressionless as I masturbated my nephew, holding . I wanted to reciprocate his confession, and I also didn't want his already injured hand to linger for too long. On the other hand, a deep-seated desire compelled me to hold his penis and feel his youthful passion. "Really? Ah... ouch... Auntie!" My nephew was both surprised and delighted. The physical pleasure and the sudden good news made him let out a low, unrestrained moan. "Keep it down!" Although I had already subtly indicated my acceptance of his affection, I was still worried that his moans in the middle of the night might be heard by my colleagues at the bank next door.

"Mmm!" My nephew happily agreed, lying on the pillow, enjoying the
incredibly pleasurable sensation of me, his aunt, masturbating him—a sensation so different from his usual self-pleasure. He was overjoyed
. "Auntie...that's amazing!" he praised. I didn't know if he meant my masturbation technique was amazing,
or the act of masturbating him itself was amazing for him.
His praise made my face burn. I pretended not to hear and continued to concentrate on stroking his
penis. The intense friction between my fingers and the foreskin made his penis as
hot and hard as a red-hot iron rod.
Watching the tender glans occasionally peek out from under his foreskin, the fire in my heart burned hotter and hotter!
I wanted to kiss it! I even dared to fantasize about what it would feel like for my nephew to insert such a tender yet energetic glans into my
body. But I still had some rationality; although the desire was strong, I had to control myself.
I suppressed my inner desires, trying to appear poised and dignified, as if masturbating my nephew was
a sacred duty for his aunt, preserving her dignity. But my right hand, used to masturbate him, betrayed my inner
longing. It wasn't just a mechanical act to relieve his physical discomfort. Now, my hand,
playing with his penis, was gradually engaging in a kind of teasing, fueled by my growing desire.
While one of my delicate hands gently stroked his penis, my other hand, with its jade-like fingers, lightly
caressed his perineum and anus. This teasing made him ticklish, and he giggled.
"Auntie! No…no! It tickles!" he pleaded, laughing.
"Hmph!" I blushed and stopped teasing my nephew's genitals with a touch of smugness . Instead
, I gently stroked his wet glans with my index finger,
caressing it along his urethra. My nephew's body trembled on the bed, making the mattress shake.
Judging from my extensive sexual experience, he was close to ejaculating. His erect penis rose and fell with the rhythm of my
hand , and I repeatedly pulled back the foreskin, revealing the tender red glans
hidden beneath. My nephew was still just a child; his foreskin hadn't completely fallen back yet, and
he was already so eager for sex. There was really nothing I could do about it.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore! Auntie, I... I'm going to come!"
"Yes, come if you want to. Don't hold it in! Holding it in will make you sick!" I lifted my gaze from
my son 's glans, looking at his dazed eyes filled with pleasure, and gently encouraged him.
"I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah... Ah..." With a few low, joyful roars, my nephew
ejaculated his hot semen everywhere! The sheets, the towel, his own thighs, my body, and my hands were
all covered in his youthful semen.
After his orgasm, my nephew lay sprawled on the bed. I found some tissues on the bedside table to wipe
the places he had soiled. For a moment, neither of us spoke. My nephew's body relaxed, and he closed his eyes
, savoring the memory of his aunt's gentle masturbation. And I, for some reason, felt
a release and relief from my tense and complicated emotions following my nephew's ejaculation.
I silently wiped the semen off my hands and body with a tissue, then changed the tissue and wiped the
splattered . I then pulled out another tissue and carefully
wiped my nephew's wet genitals. It took two tissues to clean him completely. I thought back to when my husband and I were newlyweds; he could ejaculate
just as much semen. Back then, every morning when we woke up, our bedding was damp with his semen and my vaginal fluids
. However, in recent years, as we've gotten older, although my husband is still very vigorous during sex,
the concentration and amount of his ejaculation are far less than before. On the contrary, after middle age, my vaginal fluids flow like a fountain;
even the slightest stimulation can result in orgasm. It's a
regrettable situation .
Seeing my nephew ejaculate so profusely after masturbation, a mix of emotions, including
a touch of within me. But then, the thought of myself, a mother, masturbating my own nephew filled me
with unspeakable shame. I could only lower my head, my face burning red, unwilling to look at his penis any longer.
We hesitated for a moment. The blush on my face gradually faded, and I finally raised my head slightly to ask my nephew.
"Xiaoyong, are you satisfied?" I gently brushed the sweat-streaked
hair , asking in the same tender, caring tone I used to ask him after meals if he'd eaten enough.
My nephew nodded vigorously. Suddenly, he raised his uninjured left arm and grabbed one of my bare
breasts, kneading it. I was startled, realizing that I'd been so engrossed in my moment that I wasn't wearing
a dress, just my underwear, half-naked beside my nephew. Although I felt a pang of embarrassment,
I didn't refuse his caresses. I turned my face away, avoiding looking at him, thinking this would
probably prevent any awkwardness.
"Auntie, is this real?! I can hardly believe it!" my nephew exclaimed, his voice slightly exaggerated as he kneaded my breast.
"Well, Auntie's thought it through. Rather than letting you secretly masturbate, it's better for Auntie to help you with this
. Auntie's even afraid that you'll keep ruining yourself like this, and it'll cause physical and mental
problems . Anyway, your right hand isn't very mobile right now, so isn't it good for Auntie to take over for you like this
?" I whispered, hypocritically covering up my incestuous behavior, and as I spoke, I lowered my head and kissed
my son 's forehead, appearing very maternal.
"Auntie..." My nephew called out to me again,
his voice filled with the same gratitude he felt for me when I fed him and wiped his poop as a child.
Then he reached out his left hand and pulled me tightly into his arms.
At first, I felt a little awkward being held in my nephew's arms, the sight of my ample breasts pressed tightly against his strong
chest was somewhat embarrassing. But when I smelled the unique scent of a young man on my nephew, my
heart couldn't help but flutter. Without any refusal, I quietly hugged my nephew for a while.
His hands were a little mischievous; he stroked my waist for a while, then roughly rubbed my
plump . I blushed and whispered, "You naughty nephew! Don't mess with your aunt."
He paused for a moment, then boldly slipped his hand inside my underwear, gently stroking my pink ...i=68>buttocks, while restlessly pointing his hand at my anus and perineum.

"No!"
I blushed and pulled away from my nephew's embrace. Although I was so passionate at that moment that I was willing to do
anything , my dignity as an aunt and the constraints of ethics prevented me
from forcefully refusing him the instant he was about to touch my private parts. After all, I wasn't psychologically prepared for a real physical relationship with him.
"Auntie..." My nephew's displeasure at not being able to touch what he wanted to touch was evident on his face. He then pleaded,
"Let me see, let me touch. I... I've only ever seen it drawn in comics. I've never seen a real female
vulva ."
Although Xiaoyong sounded pitiful, the thought that he was my own nephew still made me hesitate.
My moral bottom line had been crossed, but I couldn't overcome my sense of shame. I knew that the real
issue wasn't whether I dared to let my nephew touch my genitals, but whether I
could . If my nephew were to ask me for sex right now,
I believe I definitely wouldn't refuse. How could I face my husband if I did that…? And the whole hotel
was full of my colleagues; what if I accidentally made some dirty noise and they heard…?
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and pushed away my nephew's hand, which was still trying to hug me. I put on my usual cold
expression and said to him, “Alright! Look how late it is! Go to sleep! Auntie is sleepy, don't
bother me anymore! And from now on, if you're disrespectful to Auntie without permission, Auntie will never forgive you.
Don't you can get away with anything just because I've given you a chance! I am still your auntie! Do you hear me?”
My nephew pouted and tried to pester me again after I finished speaking, but I ignored him, lay down on the bed, and turned my head to the other
side. Then, I said softly, with a hidden meaning, “There's plenty of time. Don't be so impatient, okay?
There's a long road ahead! Go to sleep, we have to go home early tomorrow morning!” After saying that, a wave of fatigue washed over me, and I really did feel
sleepy . I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Xiao Yong sat next to me, scratching his head for a while. After all, it was late at night, and he was a little tired!

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