Aunt's Transformation

My aunt is a woman who knows how to dress, but she doesn't wear much makeup. Actually, I like her natural look; it's very real, and her skin is beautiful and smooth. She usually likes to wear stockings, especially nude stockings, even though her legs are very fair and delicate. She's the kind of woman who's very domestic; she likes to stay home most of the time, wearing a sundress, lounging on the sofa watching TV, and she doesn't wear a bra at home. How do I know this? Because when I was in junior high school, I went to school in the city, and I would go to her house every weekend.

By then, my aunt had been married for over a year, and I had gotten to know her better. When she and my uncle went back to their hometown, she would always take me out to play. I also liked being around her, breathing in her fragrance, and touching her soft skin. Because my uncle was often away on business, after I went to school in the city, she would pick me up every week. She probably always saw me as a little kid (I was still like a doll until I was 15, less than 1.6 meters tall, very thin and with a baby face), so she was very careless at home. She wouldn't hide anything from me when changing clothes or showering, and accidental exposure was commonplace for me. Of course, I would wear underwear when I was home; it was much later that I discovered she didn't wear a bra when she was home alone.

My uncle would also come home on weekends, but usually he would arrive on Saturday and leave on Sunday. So, without fail, they would have sex on Saturday nights, which became my most anticipated night of the week. Every day at home, I would go to bed early, and then sneak out when they started, peeking through the door to listen to my aunt's moans, the sounds of their bodies colliding, and their conversations. I rarely have wet dreams. After my first wet dream, I learned how to masturbate, which I think I owe to my aunt's unintentional discovery on our wedding night. Whenever I heard her moans and lewd words like "fuck me, fuck me to death," I would ejaculate on her stockings and panties. I once counted over 40 of her panties, mostly lace, but also some thongs. I loved lace the most. I would always choose the stockings and panties she had on the washing machine, so she never noticed. But because it was a two-bedroom apartment with the two bedrooms facing each other, I hadn't seen them having sex since my wedding night.
About six months later, my uncle bought a large three-bedroom apartment. The master bedroom and the second bedroom shared a balcony. This apartment completely changed my youth. In the period immediately after buying the apartment, my uncle was always home whenever I went back, and he didn't seem very happy. My aunt also became sensitive. However, when I returned, they were still very kind to me, chatting and laughing, just like when we lived in the two-bedroom apartment. I will still eavesdrop, but that balcony has become a huge attraction for me. It was another weekend, and my uncle went back to his bedroom early. I knew this meant they were going to have sex. Sure enough, not long after, my aunt told me to go to sleep. I pretended to be sleepy and went to bed early. After hearing the bedroom door lock, I knocked and opened it, sneaking into the second bedroom. I looked through the glass and saw my aunt kneeling between my uncle's legs, giving him oral sex. My uncle was pulling my aunt's hair and pressing her head down, looking like he was enjoying it. My aunt seemed very skilled, constantly swallowing and spitting, her beautiful legs dangling off the edge of the bed and swinging back and forth. My penis immediately became incredibly hard. My aunt then sat up, lifted her sundress, and slowly sat on my uncle's stomach with her plump buttocks. Then, holding my uncle's penis, she suddenly sat down, and both of them let out comfortable moans. My aunt began to move up and down, her breasts peeking out from under her sundress with the movement. My uncle didn't seem very proactive; it was mostly my aunt moving. I couldn't stand the stimulation and ejaculated instantly. After the climax, I regained my senses and wanted to slip away as quickly as possible, but my uncle's next actions made me understand why their relationship was in trouble. My aunt was probably tired; she got off my uncle, lay on the bed with her legs spread, and gestured for him to penetrate her. But my uncle pulled her to the edge of the bed and penetrated her from behind, then thrust wildly. I saw the pain on my aunt's face, and she told him to slow down, but he only thrust faster and faster, and soon stopped moving—he had ejaculated. After ejaculating, my uncle told my aunt, "Don't move, don't let it leak out, that way you'll get pregnant."

My uncle and aunt had never had children, and the reason their relationship had deteriorated was because of children. After that first spying session, I spied on them many more times, but I never witnessed that intimate moment again. Each time felt like a chore. My uncle's temper worsened, and the family started gossiping about my aunt. I pretended nothing was happening and remained a good boy. My aunt became increasingly dependent on me because my uncle was only happy when I was around, and she only dared to speak to her family when I went back to our hometown with her. I became the link between my aunt and uncle, and between my aunt and the family.
My aunt started to enjoy drinking, but she couldn't hold her liquor. At first, it was alright; she drank at home, and I could take care of her when she drank too much. I even liked it when she drank at home. Whenever she was drunk, I could carefully observe every inch of her skin, and even touch it. At first, I didn't dare to make any moves. But one day, she was drinking at home again. My uncle came home and said a few words to her, and they started arguing. After the argument, my uncle slammed the door and left. My aunt was there crying and drinking non-stop. Soon after, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. No matter how I called her, she didn't respond. When I called her, I accidentally touched her breasts, but she didn't react at all. I tried patting her face, but she still didn't react. Instantly, lust overcame reason. I reached out and started touching her breasts. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I carefully pulled down her tank top and gently rubbed my aunt's breasts. Her red nipples hardened as I rubbed them, creating a stark contrast with her white breasts. I pulled down my shorts, revealing my penis. I rubbed her breasts with one hand and started masturbating with the other. Soon after, I ejaculated. After I finished tidying up, I saw my aunt lying on the sofa with her breasts exposed, her legs slightly apart, revealing white lace panties and glimpses of black pubic hair. I instantly got hard again. I shook my aunt a little, but she just groaned and didn't react. Suddenly, I became bolder.
I took off my clothes, knelt down next to the sofa, and rolled up my aunt's sundress to her stomach, revealing white panties. My aunt's flat stomach was exposed, with a few pubic hairs lying on it. I stood next to the sofa and masturbated while watching my sister-in-law's breasts and panties. A young woman lay flat on the sofa, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her black sundress was rolled up to her waist, revealing a pair of beautiful legs and white lace panties. A young man stood next to her, stroking his penis with one hand and touching her breasts with the other. I still feel excited when I think about this scene. That night, I masturbated and ejaculated four times in front of my aunt's body. Desire knows no bounds. Since that incident, I've masturbated several times in front of her sleeping body, but I never dared to pull down her panties and lie on top of her.

My uncle and aunt's relationship deteriorated. My aunt became a tool for my uncle to vent his lust, and their sex became just intercourse. When my uncle occasionally came back, my aunt would dress up beautifully beforehand, but my uncle never paid her any attention. He would just roughly rip off her clothes and penetrate her directly, becoming increasingly insensitive to her needs. After each time, I would find bruises on my aunt's body, and he would no longer ejaculate inside her, but instead ejaculate on her face, hair, and mouth. I never knew that men and women could do this, and over time, I also felt that my aunt was somewhat despicable. She would pose in various lewd positions according to my uncle's demands; she would also kneel on the ground to give him oral sex, letting him ejaculate on her face and hair.

Another weekend, I returned home and turned on the computer to play games. Inadvertently, I clicked on a folder containing photos, and the contents of the folder shocked me. The photos inside were all explicit pictures and videos of my aunt. I never imagined she could do such things. I was like I'd discovered a new continent, greedily browsing through each photo, savoring her different charms.
One set of photos left a particularly deep impression on me. It must have been a party; my aunt was wearing a beautiful cheongsam, her figure on full display. But the following photos revealed that she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra. It seemed like she was wearing it intentionally, because there were several photos of her posing provocatively for the camera. There weren't many people at the party, but I could tell they were all people my uncle often hung out with. There were a few photos of my aunt dancing with someone, one of my uncle's good friends. His hand was on my aunt's buttocks, holding her tightly. The hem of her cheongsam was almost up to her thighs. I thought this uncle was definitely taking advantage of my aunt. The next photos were of my aunt and uncle having sex in bed, the cheongsam rolled up to her waist, and my uncle already inside her.

There's also a video of them having sex, and the conversation in it lingers in my mind. "Honghong, how about finding someone to fuck you with? Did Xiao Zhang feel good touching you tonight? Let him fuck your little slut," my aunt moaned but didn't speak. My uncle, however, became increasingly excited, saying, "Xiao Zhang wants to fuck you, don't you want him to fuck you too? Let him cum inside your cunt, fuck you to death, you little slut." As he spoke, my uncle ejaculated inside my aunt.
Days passed like this, but my aunt's belly showed no signs of pregnancy. My uncle and aunt barely had any contact, except for the weekends when they would visit me. My father also hinted to me that my uncle had no children and that I should support him in his old age. Although I resisted, that's how it is in my hometown; no matter how successful you are, if you have no heir, you'll always be inferior in any situation.

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