My Aunt's Story

My younger brother, A-Jun, is eighteen years old this year, and I am an only child. Because my mother passed away early and my father remarried, my aunt brought me from Sichuan to Beijing to take care of me from the age of eight. She cared for me meticulously, like her own son.
My aunt is a celebrity; everyone knows her. Her name is Liu Xiaojing. She became famous for her role in the film "Little Grass." Her beautiful and dignified appearance, quiet and elegant temperament, and graceful figure captivated audiences. In the dozens of films and television dramas that followed, her acting skills matured, making her a huge star, a popularity that continues to this day.
When I arrived in Beijing, my aunt was only twenty-three years old. At that time, she was not yet married. Although she was already famous, due to her youth and the abundance of celebrities at the Beijing Film Studio, her status was naturally very low. She only had a small room, and I slept in the same bed as her. She loved me very much and always let me sleep in the same blanket as her. In this way, I quickly recovered from the pain of losing my parents and regained my original innocence and liveliness. The following year, I started school, and every evening, she patiently tutored me.
Two years later, my aunt got married, and I lived alone in a room. Three years later, for some reason, she divorced her husband.
She was very distressed, and I felt sorry for her.
One day, she said to me, "Jun, why don't you move in with me? I'm so lonely." That night, I moved in with her. By then, I was thirteen years old. My aunt let me sleep in the same bed with her, but we each used a separate blanket. From then on, we depended on each other.
That year, I was eighteen, and my aunt was thirty-three. As a movie star, she remained dignified, beautiful, gentle, and quiet, and maintained her figure very well. Although she was slightly plumper than when she was younger, she appeared more voluptuous and mature. Aunt Jing was a true businesswoman. Besides acting in movies, she also ran several companies and had many external affairs activities, making her very busy.
I often saw her with a worried face, sighing, and a few times I found her quietly crying in her room. I don't know why, but I always thought it was because I was too tired from work. I felt sorry for my aunt, so I tried my best to care for her and make her happy, but to no avail.
For the past two years, I've developed a strange curiosity about the opposite sex's body, and I would often sneak peeks at my aunt's figure. Especially in the summer, when she wore very little at home, just a tank top and underwear, it aroused my curiosity even more. I shared a room with my aunt, and sometimes when she was fast asleep, I would quietly stand in front of her bed, admiring her beautiful sleeping posture and face for a long time.
During this time, I started reading some erotic books.
One late night, seeing that she was already asleep, I lifted the covers and started masturbating on the bed. Unexpectedly, when I couldn't stop, she got up to urinate, but I didn't notice at all. She walked past me, discovered my inappropriate behavior, but didn't scold me. Instead, she touched my face and moved on. I was so scared that I immediately stopped, covered myself with the covers and pretended to be asleep. After she went back to her room, I lifted the covers again and started again. After relieving myself, I fell asleep from exhaustion without even covering myself with a blanket.
I slept until the next morning, when I vaguely felt a warm hand caressing my penis, rubbing and kneading it—it felt very comfortable.
I woke up with a start, opened my eyes slightly, and was shocked. My aunt was not only touching it with her hand, but also licking and sucking it with her tongue, swallowing it, moving it in and out of her mouth. I thought, "Oh no!" I was too tired after masturbating last night to clean myself up or cover myself with a blanket; my aunt probably found out this morning and was cleaning me up. What I didn't understand was why she didn't just use a towel to wipe it, but instead
used her mouth? My aunt was so kind to me, and I felt very grateful and guilty. I thought I would definitely get scolded when I woke up. So I pretended to be asleep without moving, but I could still see because she was buried in my groin and couldn't see my eyes. My aunt continued cleaning me, her movements becoming faster and faster, and I felt as if the head of my penis was constantly pressing against her throat. I heard her breathing grow heavier and heavier, accompanied by occasional moans.
After a while, she stopped, gently wiped me with a towel, covered me with a blanket, and left. I continued to pretend to sleep until my aunt called me to get up for dinner.
When I sat down at the table, my aunt smiled and asked, "Jun, you look so radiant, you must have had a good dream last night!" I looked up at her shyly; her beautiful, bright eyes revealed affection, joy, and a hint of teasing, but no reproach. I felt relieved, smiled sheepishly, and quickly buried my head in my food.
Later, I discovered several times that Aunt Jing would slip her hand under my blanket and stroke my penis while I slept.
I only thought of it as an elder's affection for a younger person, and my respect for her grew even stronger.
Finally, a major event occurred that subtly changed the relationship between me and my aunt, one that could even be said to have influenced both my and my aunt's lives.
It happened one evening six months ago.
That night, my aunt took me to a friend's banquet. She was particularly happy that day and drank a few too many drinks. When she got home, she was a little disoriented, swaying back and forth.
I helped her into the car. She couldn't sit still and nestled in my arms, quickly falling asleep.
I took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face. In the dim light of the car, I suddenly noticed her flushed cheeks, her drooping neck, and her slightly closed eyes—she looked incredibly beautiful. My heart fluttered, and I lightly kissed her bright red lips. She didn't react, so I boldly kissed her for a while longer, even slipping my tongue into her mouth.
After a long while, I finally held her in my arms and started the car. This little car belonged to my aunt, and she usually drove it herself; today, I had to drive. My aunt had taught me to drive a year ago. I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held her waist with the other. Because she was already disoriented, if I didn't hold her, she would definitely fall over.
After getting off the bus, she was still unconscious. I dragged and carried her to the bedroom, sat her on the sofa, and went to make her bed. But she was still unconscious; she slumped onto the sofa. I carried her to the bed, laid her down fully clothed, and covered her with a blanket.
Suddenly, she vomited violently, covering herself in vomit, even me.
She was completely drunk and fast asleep. I had to remove her soiled clothes and apply a hot towel to her forehead.
I hadn't paid much attention to my aunt's body before, but when I removed her shirt and pants, leaving her only in a bikini top and panties, I noticed she had a well-proportioned, slender yet voluptuous figure, with fair, delicate skin, round and smooth, making her even more alluring.
My heart raced, and, numbed by alcohol, I couldn't resist kissing her, kissing her pretty face and her neck.
Later, seeing she still hadn't woken up, I removed her bra and panties. Looking at her naked, snow-white body lying on the bed, I couldn't help but strip off my own clothes, lie down next to her, and embrace her. Holding her warm, soft body in my arms, smelling the sweet scent of flesh and milk, feeling her supple skin, I felt a surge of desire I'd never experienced before. Then I got up and continued to admire her delicate body, bending down to lick her breasts with my tongue, slowly moving downwards until I reached her genitals.
When I licked her clitoris and then inserted my tongue into her vagina to perform oral sex, her body trembled, and she let out soft moans.
Afraid she would wake up, I stopped.
But her beautiful eyes remained closed, and she murmured as if in a dream, "Amu...I want...don't stop...I need it so much..."
Amu was the famous director Zhang Mu, her latest lover.
One time when I returned home, I found her sitting on his lap, embracing and kissing him. Another time, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard her heavy breathing and groans, and she would occasionally shout. At first, I thought she was having a nightmare. When I got up the next morning, I saw Zhang Mu come out of her room to wash his face in the bathroom. Then I suddenly realized that the two of them had stayed together the night before.
Her hands flailed blindly in the air, as if trying to embrace someone. I deduced that she was still unconscious, but her subconscious physiological needs hadn't disappeared despite the alcohol. My caresses and licking had aroused her sexual desire. It seemed she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
My aunt hadn't remarried after her divorce. In the prime of her youth, her beauty had faded. Although I'd heard she had several lovers, they were all clandestine, none of them her husbands. So I felt truly sorry for her.
I boldly continued oral sex on her. Her vagina secreted a lot of fluid, flowing out like a spring. I excitedly licked it drop by drop, from her labia all the way inside, finding the taste so wonderful. My tongue plunged into her vagina and stirred inside.
Her moans grew louder, she cried out, "Ah... I... I want... Amu... give it to me... come in quickly..."
Encouraged, I immediately rolled over and pressed myself against her, inserting my penis into her vagina, officially engaging in intercourse with her. Her vagina was tight and narrow, warm and moist, sucking at my penis like a suction cup. Although I had read many books about sex, this was the first time I had seen a woman's naked body, and of course, my first time having sex.
I thrust wildly.
At first, she frowned, moaning softly, her body trembling and bouncing up and down with my movements, murmuring something. Her moans and howls were dreamlike, her arms and legs flailing, twisting and turning, her emotions extremely agitated. She must have been exhausted, covered in fragrant sweat. Seeing her like this, I suddenly remembered my aunt in the movie playing Wu Zetian, making love with her lover in bed—it was exactly the same expression and movements. As I thrust faster and faster, her beautiful eyes closed slightly, and she held me tightly.
In less than three minutes, I felt a wave of weakness and ejaculated. At the moment of my ejaculation, her body also convulsed, and she held me even tighter. This was probably her orgasm.
I remained on top of her, my penis still inside her, embracing and kissing her. Less than ten minutes later, I found my member hard again, and we reached our climax a second time. Her body, which had been limp and motionless on the bed, began to writhe and thrust, coordinating with my movements. This time, I lasted twenty minutes before ejaculating.
After the two orgasms, she fell into a deep sleep, a blissful smile on her face.
I gently stroked her body, noticing patches of discharge on her genitals and the sheets. I carried her to the sofa, changed the sheets, washed her with warm water, and carried her back to bed. I wanted to hold her a little longer before returning to my own bed. But I was so exhausted that I unknowingly fell asleep in her arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found her still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. It seemed the alcohol had worked; she hadn't woken up all night.
I gently kissed her face and neck, my hands stroking her soft, smooth body.
My penis was now very hard, and my desire was intense. So I pulled back the sheet covering us, got up, and spread her body out, separating her legs and arms, so that her body was spread out in a "T" shape.
I inserted my penis again, first gently thrusting in and out, then thrusting harder and harder.
She began to moan in her sleep, her breathing rapid, and then she opened her eyes.
I was startled, afraid that she would scold me.
When she realized it was me, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she softly exclaimed, "Ah Jun, how could it be you!"
Then, she gently pushed against my body with her hands, and said in a trembling voice, "No... Ah Jun... you can't do this to me... don't do this... oh..."
At this point, I was unable to stop, and although I was afraid of my aunt's scolding, my movements did not stop at all.
"Oh... stop... don't..." she continued to whisper, but her hands gradually stopped pushing against me, her eyes closed slightly, and her breathing became more rapid. She stretched out her arms, tightly gripping the pillow, and her delicate head swayed from side to side.
Seeing that she no longer objected, I thrust even harder.
She groaned, biting her lip, her brow furrowed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if in great pain. Thinking I had hurt her, I felt extremely guilty and stopped, looking at her expression with heartache.
But then she clung tightly to my waist, her eyes still closed, crying out, "Oh...don't stop...faster...faster...ah...please, harder!"
I was momentarily confused: hadn't she told me not to do this before? Now that I had stopped, she wouldn't let me stop. Why? After careful analysis, I understood: at this moment, she was consumed by lust, her mind clouded, only seeking to quickly satisfy her rapidly escalating sexual desire. She was so overwhelmed by discomfort that she no longer cared. She only wanted greater pleasure; she knew nothing else.
Encouraged, I increased my strength and thrust fiercely.
Her cries grew louder.
Finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
Her body, after trembling violently, slowly calmed down.
I gently stroked her body and kissed her tenderly.
She rested her head on my arm, her beautiful eyes closed, motionless, as if asleep.
I pulled her into my arms, one hand gently stroking her smooth back and buttocks.
She remained still, letting me touch her.
After a while, my penis became very hard again, so I straightened her body, parted her legs, and climbed on top of her to continue our lovemaking.
She opened her eyes, still neither blaming me nor resisting, looking at me with a strange gaze, full of shyness and joy, smiling, gently shaking her head, and softly whispering, "You naughty boy...you...are really...naughty!"
I became even more excited and thrust harder, faster and faster.
She groaned loudly, arching her back and twisting her waist to match my movements. Soon, she had another orgasm, letting out a cry, her body trembling.
I stopped, holding her delicate body and caressing her, kissing her. I read in a book that after a woman's orgasm, a man shouldn't move and should caress her.
Only after the orgasm subsided did she slowly open her beautiful eyes, stretch out her delicate arms, wrap them around my neck, kiss me on the cheek, and whisper,
"Ah Jun, you're really something! I always thought of you as a child, I never imagined you were already an adult!"
"Auntie, you're not angry, are you?" I was really afraid she'd be angry.
She smiled shyly, stroked my hair, then gently rubbed her pretty face against my cheek, whispering, "Sigh! What's the use of being angry now! But, my darling, I really love you!"
I excitedly said, "Auntie, I love you too, you're so beautiful!"
After saying that, I turned her face towards me and gently kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Slowly, we embraced and drifted off to sleep.
We didn't wake up until noon.
In the afternoon, every time Auntie saw me, her face would turn red for a while, and she wouldn't dare look me in the eye. Her shy demeanor was utterly captivating, and I couldn't resist embracing and kissing her several times. She always struggled coyly, feigning resistance while simultaneously wanting more. I pulled her to the sofa, held her in my arms, and slipped one hand inside her clothes to caress her breasts.
Her hand gently stroked my face as she softly asked, "Jun, do you like your aunt?"
I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Of course I do, I'm practically going crazy with love!"
"Did you like her before today?"
"Of course!"
"Think about it, is there any difference between liking your aunt in the past and liking her today?" She looked into my eyes.
I stammered, unable to explain clearly, "Auntie, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel there's a huge difference. In the past, I had great respect for you, that was just the affection a junior has for an elder. But today, my perspective has changed; I see you as a beautiful, elegant, and virtuous young woman. In the past, I always wanted to be with you, it gave me the sense of security of a little bird nestled under its mother's wings; now I especially want to touch you, kiss you, and make love to you constantly, it gives me a warm, intimate feeling like being with a lover. In the past, I didn't seem interested in your body, but today, every part of your body seems so beautiful. Even though you're dressed, I always think about what your naked body looks like underneath."
She He burst into laughter, pulled me into a hug, and said in a trembling voice, "Wow! Ah Jun, you're really a man now! You're starting to see women like a man! This shows you've really grown up, whereas before yesterday, I still thought of you as a child. You know, if a man sees a beautiful woman and doesn't want to sleep with her, he's not a real man. But there's one thing you must remember: you can't tell anyone about me sleeping with you, never. Because we're aunt and nephew, and according to Chinese custom, sexual relations between elders and juniors are considered incest. If others find out, neither of us can live in this world."
I asked, "Then we can't have sex anymore?"
"Why not! I don't care about these old rules and regulations! I don't know why the ancients created so many rules and regulations to restrain and torment themselves. What's the point? I believe that life is about doing what you want and having your desires fulfilled. As long as you're happy and your needs are met, that's enough. It doesn't matter what others say or think. When men and women are together, the opposite sexes are attracted to each other, and over time, feelings develop. When feelings deepen, they embrace, kiss, and even have sex. This is a basic physiological and psychological need. Although we are of different generations and ages, since we live in the same room, love each other, and have sexual needs, why can't we continue? The reason I don't want you to tell others is because we live in China, and we can't ignore public opinion. This is to keep it a secret so we can enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Don't you agree?"
I wholeheartedly agreed and said, "I will definitely remember what you said, Auntie."
After dinner, we sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. A foreign movie was playing. When a scene of a young couple embracing and kissing appeared on the screen, I couldn't help but glance at my aunt. She was looking at me too. Our eyes met, her face flushed, and she stood up, twisting her body to sit across my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my lips, before continuing to watch TV.
I noticed she was frequently touching her genitals through her pants, so I asked her what was wrong.
She said coquettishly, "It's all your fault! You assaulted me so many times last night. Your thing is so thick and long, and so forceful! It still hurts down there!"
I felt very guilty, so I asked her to take off her pants so I could see.
She hesitated somewhat, but because I insisted, she reluctantly stood up, took off her pants, and climbed onto the armrest of the sofa to show me.
I saw that it was indeed very red, and I gently stroked it with my fingers with a tender feeling.
Her body convulsed, and she said, "It hurts so much! Ah Jun, go get some hot water, I need to wash. Okay?"
So I brought a basin of hot water and said, "Auntie, let me wash you!"
She didn't object and climbed onto the sofa, letting me wash her vagina.
After washing, she lay naked on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. Seeing her snow-white skin, I impulsively sat down beside her, flipped up her shirt, exposing her breasts, and stroked them with both hands.
She unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and fondled it, unable to put it down.
Suddenly she asked, "Ah Jun, your thing is so big, can you find a measuring tape so I can measure it?"
I stood up, found a measuring tape, and handed it to her.
She told me to take off my pants and sit on the sofa, while she knelt in front of me to measure it. After measuring, she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! That's scary!"
I asked, "What happened?"
She said, "It's 23 centimeters long and 4.5 centimeters in diameter! No wonder it's so red and swollen!" As she spoke, she impulsively opened her cherry lips, stuck out her red tongue, and licked and sucked incessantly.
I was aroused by her teasing, picked her up, put her on the sofa, and kissed her, then kissed her all over her body, making her tremble and moan softly.
"Ah Jun, I want it!" she whispered shyly, "Hurry up!"
I said, "Auntie, you're very red down there, I'm afraid I'll hurt you again..."
"Mmm..." she hummed softly, and said in a coquettish voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I still want it!"
At this moment, I was also eager to make love to her, so I helped her sit up and took off her clothes. She obediently let me take off her top and bra.
I said, "Let's go back to the room and play."
She hugged my neck and said coquettishly, "No... I can't wait, let's do it here."
Saying this, she unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my already erect penis, got up and leaned over the armrest of the sofa, saying, "Go in from behind."
This was a method I had never tried before. From behind, I could clearly see the swollen area, hiding a bright red glistening spot. I thrust in again, and this time it went in very deep. Her moans were captivating and increased my energy. Soon, she cried out, reaching orgasm, her body going limp on the floor.
I picked up her naked body and carried her to the bedroom. She wasn't heavy, so carrying her wasn't cumbersome at all.
Back in the room, I couldn't wait to strip off my clothes and pounce on her. Because I wasn't satisfied yet. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, beginning a vigorous thrusting, one orgasm after another.
It was already two in the morning, and I still wanted to continue. But my aunt said, "Sweetie, I love you so much!" She kissed me on the cheek again and said, "Making love is a profound art. If done perfectly, it brings joy; otherwise, it becomes painful. I have many novel and fun methods, and I will teach you slowly. But don't overdo it; even the best things, if done in excess, will harm your body."
I listened to her and closed my eyes to rest, but one hand reached up to her breasts, roaming over those soft and firm jade peaks, gently rubbing and kneading them, causing her to let out pleasant cries as she closed her eyes to enjoy it. I then gently nibbled on the two red nipples on the peaks. She groaned and trembled all over.
I climbed onto her body again. She gently pushed me away. I immediately felt a void and tried to cling to her again.
But she said, "If you don't listen, I'll get angry."
I said, "If you listen to me, let me kiss you one more time." Actually, I wanted to wait until she was aroused and obsessed with me before continuing our lovemaking.
She said, "Okay, kiss me, but you're not allowed to go inside!"
So, I tenderly kissed her cheeks, cherry lips, rosy neck, and earlobes, then moved to her high, firm breasts.
She gasped, but quickly cupped my face in her hands and kissed my forehead in return: "Darling, I really care about your health, that's why I won't let you continue. You have to be good."
"Auntie, don't you want it anymore?" "
No. You have to understand, a woman's desire is a bottomless pit. You are the one I love, and even if you made love to me twenty-four hours a day, I wouldn't get tired of it. But that would be too damaging to your body!"
I asked, "Auntie, does frequent sex damage a woman's body?"
She smiled and said, "Of course. During intercourse, a woman's body and mind are in a state of high tension, and she will be very tired. If she doesn't rest well and overexerts herself, it will also harm her body. However, women are different from men. Men ejaculate when they orgasm, and semen is the essence of the body. Losing too much of it will naturally harm the body. Do you understand, my little darling?"
I nodded to indicate that I understood. I took out some soft tissues to wipe the stains off my aunt and then went back to my room. Although her eyes were closed, she noticed my intention, opened her beautiful eyes, and pulled me into her arms, saying, "Don't go, darling, don't leave me! From today onwards, you will still live with me, okay, just like when we were little. I can only sleep soundly in your arms!"
I excitedly kissed her pretty, rosy face lightly.
I lay down beside her, put my arm under her neck, hugged her, our faces pressed together, our thighs intertwined. She suddenly said mysteriously, "Your little thing is still so hard, it's making me uncomfortable!" Saying this, she reached out her small hand, gently grasped my penis, and inserted it into her warm cave. She let out a soft "Oh," and then smiled mischievously at me, "Just put it in to sleep, don't move!"
We kissed passionately. A kiss is a silent language, representing mutual affection. A deep kiss, a passionate kiss, is better than a thousand words. Saliva flowed in our mouths, and the stream and fountain of her gentle cave below mingled together, exchanging secrets!
I held her tightly, and after the kiss, I buried my face in her pink neck, gently inhaling the fragrance of her hair. She embraced me as we fell asleep, like a mother caring for her child, gently stroking my back muscles; when she touched my buttocks, she casually pulled a sheet over our bodies, covering our midsection. We didn't want to separate, almost wanting to press every part of our bodies together, every inch, simply because being so tightly pressed together felt so good!
Because it was so comfortable, and because the intense lovemaking had exhausted us, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
It was a beautiful dream! A dream so beautiful because both of us were satisfied, even in our sweet sleep, there was still a lingering sweetness. Especially the exhilarating moment of climax, it felt like floating, as if I were soaring into the clouds! I felt as if I were lying on the clouds, my hands touching skin as smooth as cream, smelling the fragrant scent of her body and hair!
I don't know how long I slept, but in my hazy state, I felt someone touching me, as if someone was kissing me, as if a soft little hand was holding my penis. I was very tired, but I was being excited by the other person's touch. In my dream, I couldn't help but reach out my hand, first touching a warm, soft mass, then moving down, touching a wet patch. My penis was being played with by a slender hand, making a "squeaking" sound.
"Is it comfortable?" It was my aunt's voice.
I felt like I was in a dream, hesitant yet welcoming. In the darkness, I reached out and caressed myself, discovering a naked, delicate body lying beside me. I woke up, knowing it was my aunt, and my heart stirred! I reached for a spot, wet and slippery, and my fingers slid inside, unable to resist thrusting a few times. I asked, "Are you comfortable too?"
"Wonderful!" she moaned, answering through her nose.
She guided my hand to her chest, still covered in that slippery fluid. I didn't wipe it away, but instead touched her breasts, gently kneading them.
I didn't need to pay attention to what was happening below, because she was more nervous than I was. I focused solely on her breasts, kneading one with my hand and sucking the other with my mouth, making Aunt Jing increasingly eager, and a large puddle of fluid had already formed on the bed.
Aunt Jing cupped my penis in both hands and put it in her mouth.
Suddenly, I realized my penis felt like a snake, constantly sliding in Aunt Xiaojing's hand. She stroked and manipulated it, playing with its head, before shoving it into her mouth. The snake was restless, rubbing in and out of her mouth, making a squelching sound. Aunt Xiaojing
seemed to appreciate and cherish the snake, carefully preventing it from going too deep, sometimes only allowing its head to move near her mouth, sometimes just teasing it a few times before luring it away. Then she would guide the slippery head to another spot, where there were two small hills with a ravine in the middle.
Aunt Xiaojing let the snake move between these hills, sliding and wriggling dozens of times. Finally, she "lured the snake out of its hole," sitting on my lower abdomen and placing it into a small hole. The snake let Aunt Xiaojing do as she pleased, rubbing against the entrance, even producing more fluid.
I felt excited and pleasured, and I also saw my aunt's gritted teeth with delight.
I finally couldn't resist anymore, grasping her firm, heaving breasts with both hands, thrusting my hips to match hers, and I couldn't stop. Suddenly, she howled, her body seemingly losing its support, and she collapsed onto my chest, hugging me tightly, panting softly.
When the waves of climax subsided, she twisted her body, got off me, and lay down beside me, her head resting in the crook of my arm, holding my still-erect penis with one hand.
I couldn't help but ask her, "Auntie, do you like playing with snakes?"
"Of course, nothing is more fun than snakes." She stroked the snake's head a couple of times, "I find all other animals disgusting, only this thing is wonderful!"
After saying a few words, the snake slithered towards the entrance of the small hole, which gushed out like a fountain, making a gurgling sound. I couldn't resist touching it; it was slippery. She added, "I like it because it's so obedient. It's soft and smooth to the touch, almost boneless, but when you insert it, it's firm and more satisfying than anything with bones. What's even more wonderful is that it can stretch almost a foot long, or shrink to an inch."
From then on, we slept in the same bed every day, making love twice each morning and evening. Aunt Xiaojing was thirty-three years old, in the prime of her life, with a very high sex drive, and I tried my best to satisfy her.
I noticed that since we started making love, Aunt Xiaojing's face had a smile on it, a sweet smile like a bright spring day, and she was always humming a beautiful little tune.
Whenever she came home, the first thing she did was hug and kiss me. Sometimes, she was very tired from work, so I didn't dare disturb her, wanting her to rest. Because I realized that sex was also very tiring for her. But she told me that the more tired she was, the more she wanted to play with me, because it helped her relax; it was actually a form of active rest.

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