My aunt's care for me

My aunt called to borrow my Castco membership card, saying I was free in the afternoon and wanted to go shopping, so we agreed to go together.
My aunt is petite, wearing sunglasses on her head, and her two small white legs in white sandals beneath her fringed denim shorts waddled over like a trendy penguin.
Up close, the large red heart printed on her light gray tight-fitting t-shirt was distorted by her round breasts, creating two particularly prominent and full semi-circles at the top, tapering sharply at the bottom, highlighting her voluptuous figure—she looked quite well-endowed.
I said, "Oh, it's Auntie. I thought some young girl was coming up to chat me up, that made me nervous."
Auntie laughed, "You don't even recognize me? I think you need to get some glasses."
I laughed too, "No, Auntie, you're dressed so hot and young, you don't look forty."
Auntie smacked me on the head, angrily saying, "Auntie is only thirty-five, what forty!"
I grabbed her hand in pain and cried out, "Ouch, round it up, okay, stop hitting me! Auntie, do you have a simian crease? Why does it hurt so much when you hit me?" I pulled her hand closer to my eyes, wanting to see it clearly. Auntie's palm was soft and tender, and felt very comfortable to touch. I pretended to check her palm lines, secretly playing with her palm with my fingers.
My aunt seemed ticklish, laughing as she pulled her hand away, saying, "What rounding up? You can only round up."
Afraid of being hit again, I could only flatter her, saying, "Even if you're thirty, you don't really look it. You look only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Aunt, can I borrow your ID to see?"
My aunt took out her wallet, showed me her ID, and sure enough, she was thirty-five. My aunt and uncle are the same age; I even attended their wedding years ago. How could I not know her age? Looking at the information on the ID card, I read aloud, "Cai Lifen, birthday July 2, 1982..."
My aunt immediately put away the card. Seeing that I was just chuckling, she said, "What now?"
I smiled and said, "Auntie, so your name is Cai Lifen. What a nice name..." I saw my aunt clench her fist with ill intent and quickly said, "What a lovely name! Your father really knows how to name someone."
My aunt chuckled and said, "Look at you, so hypocritical. So you were thinking that my name is too rustic?"
I coughed twice and said, "No way, Lifen, Lifen, beautiful and fragrant, you really live up to your name. Auntie, you are indeed beautiful and fragrant."
My aunt gave me another flick on the forehead and said with a laugh, "How do you know if I smell good or not?"
I pretended to sniff a few times and said, "It really smells good. Auntie, are you having braised pork for lunch? It smells so good."
After getting a few punches for asking for trouble, I happily drove my aunt away.
Since renting a place near my uncle's house about six months ago, my aunt and I have been running into each other frequently. Although my aunt is a generation older than me, her interests and lifestyle are not much different from those of young people these days, and she has a very outgoing personality, so we have a lot to talk about. In addition, my uncle asked me to help my cousin, who is still in junior high school, with her studies when I have time, so I often go to my uncle's house and even stay overnight, which naturally makes my relationship with my aunt better and better. This
isn't the first time I've given my aunt a ride. My aunt can drive, but she doesn't have a motorcycle license, so it's more convenient for her to ride a motorcycle if she doesn't go far. Therefore, I occasionally have the opportunity to give her a ride.
Along the way, my aunt holds onto my waist, keeping a proper distance. I once asked her to hold on tighter for safety reasons, only to be punched in return. Aunt, what do you mean by hitting me? Do you think I want to take advantage of you? What kind of person do you take me for? I'm really being shocked by your kindness.
As I rode through the traffic jam, I planned to weave in. I turned to my aunt and told her to squeeze her legs together to avoid bumping into me. She didn't hear me clearly and grunted twice, so I simply placed my hands on her two slender legs and pressed them firmly against my waist. After I released her, I saw she was still holding on tightly, so I knew she understood and rode through.
The traffic was a bit congested and not easy to squeeze through. My aunt was probably a little scared, and she gradually tightened her grip. The soft, warm touch on my back startled me. Unfortunately, as soon as I emerged from the traffic jam, she immediately sat back down in her original position.
At the second red light, I pressed down on her legs again. She listened, squeezed her legs together, and changed from a hug to a embrace. After a while, seeing I didn't move, she said, "Just ride through." Only then did I reluctantly squeeze into the traffic jam. However, this time, after I emerged, my aunt didn't let go. I guessed she was too lazy to change her position again. I secretly rejoiced and slowed down to enjoy the short journey.
After buying my things and returning home, I felt another wave of smug satisfaction, but let's leave that aside. My aunt invited me to go to an art museum the next day. With nothing much planned for summer vacation, I agreed, feeling there would be many opportunities to further my interactions with her.
That afternoon, the weather was sunny and breezy. It was an exhibition by some artist, and for someone like me with no artistic taste, it was rather dull. However, strolling leisurely through the spacious museum in the air conditioning was quite pleasant.
My aunt seemed completely absorbed in the exhibits, as if she understood everything. I could only offer her some rambling chatter: about the era of a certain painting, its story, or its profound meaning, only to receive a perfunctory smile in return. "Damn it, if you're so knowledgeable, why don't you tell us? You're just pretending." But I dared not say that.
Today, my aunt wore a blue sundress with a striped short-sleeved shirt underneath, exuding a very ladylike air. With her bright red lip gloss and light makeup, she looked almost as beautiful as ever since I'd known her, hundreds of times more beautiful than those pointless paintings. I spent most of the time stealing glances at my aunt's pretty face.
"Auntie, do you come to see the paintings often?" I asked casually.
"No, only twice," she replied, her steps light and graceful, making me chuckle. Thinking I was teasing her, she blushed and said seriously, "What are you laughing at?" I quickly waved my hand and looked away, pretending to be engrossed in admiring the paintings.
"We've seen enough, let's go out for some fresh air?" I suggested, seeing it was almost four o'clock, and wanting to use the remaining time to go out for a stroll before heading back for dinner.
My aunt agreed and walked ahead. She knew the area well, knowing there was a wooden path behind the art museum leading to Swan Lake, a good place to rest.
"It rained." I saw the ground was wet and the air was damp, indicating a thunderstorm had taken place.
My aunt exclaimed happily, "What luck! The rain stopped as soon as we came out, oh dear..." As she walked along the wooden path, one of the planks seemed to be suspended in mid-air by the rain; when she stepped on it, water sprayed everywhere, soaking her feet and legs with mud.
I couldn't help but laugh, "You're really lucky, Auntie. Remember to buy the lottery tonight."
My aunt rolled her eyes at me, sighed, and stood there shaking off the mud, clearly feeling quite down. I saw a public restroom in the distance, so I took my aunt's hand and led the way. There
was a long row of handwashing stations at the entrance of the restroom. I thought this was perfect, so I helped my aunt sit down at one of the stations so she could wash her feet directly. My aunt took off her sandals and lifted her skirt up to her thighs. Seeing that she wasn't quite able to move easily, I offered to help her wash her feet. My aunt didn't say anything, just smiled and let me serve her.
As soon as the water rinsed her feet, the mud slid off, revealing her fair skin. I calmly washed them with my hands, even carefully cleaning each toe.
My aunt said, "Just rinse them clean."
I said, "Aunt, pull your skirt up a bit, I'm afraid the water will splash on you."
I saw that the muddy water was spraying everywhere, not only on her calves but also on the backs of her knees. I didn't dare rinse them directly with water, afraid of getting water on her skirt, so I used my hands to cup the water and wash them. As I rubbed and washed her calves with the water, I took the opportunity to pinch her calves; they were soft and pleasant to the touch. Fortunately, my aunt was busy taking care of her skirt and was afraid it would get wet, so she didn't notice my little action.
Although my aunt wasn't tall, her short legs were perfectly proportioned—plump thighs and shapely calves, truly beautiful legs. Especially alluring was the glimpse of her fair skin peeking out from under her skirt, dotted with water droplets. Ancient paintings of beauties bathing their feet captured her true allure; I stared, completely mesmerized.
Seeing my dazed expression, my aunt chided, "Are you done yet? Where are you looking?" She squeezed her legs together, instantly concealing the glimpse of her private area.
I pretended to be oblivious, simply laughing, "Just checking where it's still dirty. It should be almost done."
After washing her sandals, I dried them with tissues. When I reached to wipe my aunt's feet, she snatched the tissues and wiped them herself, much to my regret.
We reached the lake and found a bench to sit on. The post-rain chill was pleasant, making it a very comfortable spot to relax. My aunt and I chatted idly, enjoying the lake and city scenery, which was far more charming than the murals of the dead in museums. I checked the time and it was almost time to go, so I asked my aunt if we should leave.
She lazily replied, "I'm a little sleepy, can I lie down for a bit?" and then lay down on my lap, pretending to
sleep. This was a bit awkward; I didn't know whether to move or ask, so I just stood there like a log, using her as a human pillow. I initially suspected she was just teasing me, but after a few minutes, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and I realized she was truly asleep.
I observed her pretty sleeping face. Her small, delicate nostrils opened and closed, releasing a sweet fragrance. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing half-hidden white teeth. I couldn't resist secretly prying open her lips with my fingers; her warm breath tickled my fingertips, making my heart melt.
My aunt murmured, "Stop it, let me sleep for a while." She took my hand and placed it on her stomach, and only then did I stop teasing her.
Looking across the lake to the city, the scenery, washed clean by the rain, was vibrant and no longer so gloomy, much like my own state of mind—tranquil yet with a restless energy.
Two days later, unable to suppress my desire to get closer, I bought a small gift and went to my uncle's house.
As soon as I entered, I asked, "Auntie, are you alone? My cousin isn't here?"
My aunt, dressed casually and still sleepy-eyed, replied, "Yeah, it's summer vacation and she's always out and about, all she does is play."
I smiled and said, "Auntie, did you just take a nap?"
My aunt said, "Yes, you woke me up. What brings you here today?"
I waved my hand and said, "Can't I come if there's nothing wrong? Here, this is for you." I handed her a small box of chocolates.
My aunt took it, looking suspicious, and said, "For me? Why are you being so attentive?" "Hmph."
I laughed and said, "I was shopping yesterday and suddenly remembered your birthday last month, so I bought you some chocolate-covered liqueurs. They were quite delicious. See how thoughtful I am? Unlike you, you never remember to treat me to cake on my birthday."
My aunt said shyly, "I didn't have a birthday, so where would I get a cake?"
I pretended to be surprised and said, "You turned thirty-five! Why didn't you celebrate?"
My aunt was furious when she heard that. She chased me around the room, hitting me until my great-aunt begged for mercy from all sides before she calmed down. It seems you really can't joke about a woman's age, or it could lead to disaster.
Perhaps she was still angry, because my aunt asked me to go shopping with her at the department store and told me to sit and wait for her.
After almost twenty minutes, my aunt came out wearing a sleeveless dress, with light makeup and even stockings on her legs. She was simply stunning. I was practically drooling.
"Ah Zhi, help your aunt put on her earrings." My aunt handed me two strings of small beaded earrings and sat down to wait for me.
I carefully held my aunt's earlobes, their soft, supple texture and subtle fragrance making my heart flutter. I couldn't resist leaning in and taking a small bite.
My aunt let out a soft moan and suddenly turned to look at me, saying, "I can do it myself."
I said shyly, "I'm sorry, your earlobes are like cherries, I couldn't help but want to bite them."
My aunt smiled knowingly, just looking at me, which sent a chill down my spine. After a long while, she said, "Ah Zhi, your aunt suddenly doesn't want to go out anymore, let's watch a movie." She then turned on the TV, randomly switching to some foreign film channel and watching aimlessly.
After sitting for a while, my aunt rested her head on my shoulder. I swallowed hard and, mustering my courage, reached out and hugged her. My aunt's hair exuded a fragrant aroma. I ran my hand through her hair, and as it brushed past her ear, I casually pinched her earlobe.
My aunt murmured, "Stop fooling around, just watch TV." She hooked her arm around mine and lay down on the sofa, pressing closer to me.
I noticed her skirt was lifted quite high, revealing her two beautiful, straight legs in stockings. My heart pounded with desire, and her fragrance was intoxicating. After a while, I finally couldn't resist saying, "Auntie, I want to hug you."
My aunt said sweetly, "Isn't this a hug?" and nuzzled my arm.
I smiled wryly, but I couldn't resist. I pulled her close, holding her against my chest, and lowered my head to kiss her.
She turned her head away, only letting me kiss her cheek. I didn't mind, kissing and caressing her soft cheeks, smelling and licking them, then moving to her ear, taking her plump little flesh into my mouth and licking it.
My aunt whimpered, "It tickles, stop." Seeing that I was still kissing her, she reached out and pinched my arm hard, then turned around and glared at me, scolding, "Haven't you had enough?"
I laughed, "Not enough, Auntie, I want to kiss your little mouth."
My aunt frowned, "No, I'm your aunt."
My heart cooled slightly, and I said again, "Then can I hug you?"
My aunt chuckled, "Aren't you already hugging me?"
I said, "That doesn't count, hugging like this isn't enough, Auntie, stand up and let me hug you."
My aunt spat, "You're always pushing your luck." Saying that, she got up and stood up, straightening her slightly disheveled clothes. Seeing that I was still sitting there dumbfounded, she said irritably, "Why are you still sitting there? Didn't you want to hug me?"
I stood up with a shout and hugged my aunt tightly. The part of my heart that had been itching all along finally felt extremely comfortable.
"Oh my god, you hugged me so hard." My aunt rested her chin on my shoulder and gently stroked my hair with her hand.
We remained in that position, lingering tenderly for a while, before my hands gradually became restless. Having grown tired of caressing my aunt's back, I moved my hands downwards, secretly covering her plump buttocks. A sudden grab elicited a soft moan from her, clearly enjoying it. Since she was comfortable, I felt free to continue my assault, vigorously kneading her fleshy buttocks through her skirt. Her buttocks were incredibly soft and yielding; the exquisite touch ignited my lust. I pressed her buttocks against my lower body, giving my erect penis a target to rub against. I secretly pressed against her body, feeling a blissful sensation throughout my body.
After what seemed like an eternity, my aunt gently pushed me away, scolding, "Have you touched enough? We agreed you could only hug, you're being naughty."
Looking at her alluring eyes, her smiling lips, and her radiant face, I couldn't resist kissing her. My aunt couldn't dodge in time, and I was sucking on her lips, nibbling at them. Her teeth remained tightly closed, and my tongue couldn't get in.
Suddenly, she bit my lower lip, the pain making me stop, and I looked at her with teary eyes.
She glared at me for a while before sighing, "Xiao Zhi, you can't do this. I'm your aunt."
I took her hand and said earnestly, "Aunt, I love you."
She shook off my hand, took a deep breath, and said resolutely, "Don't do this again. We were doing fine before, weren't we? Don't make things difficult for your aunt, okay?"
I said sadly, "Aunt, you don't know, for the past few months, I've thought about you every day, day and night. I'm going crazy."
My aunt said plaintively, "You acted on impulse; it wasn't real romantic love. I think you should go back and calm down, think it over carefully."
I stubbornly tried to hug her, but she pushed me away. I tried again, and she pushed me away again without hesitation. Seeing her resolute expression, no longer the charming and lovely woman she had been before, I finally sighed, "Then I'll go back."
That night, I sent her a text message: "Aunt, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I think it's best not to see you for a while. Thank you for taking care of me. Please tell my uncle for me. I'm sorry."
A few minutes later, I received a message from my aunt: "I understand." Her words were short and to the point, like a heavy hammer, striking my heart hard. More than
half a month passed. During this time, I occasionally received invitations to dinners from my uncle, which I politely declined. Until one afternoon, I received a phone call from my aunt. Looking at the caller ID, I felt a little scared, still unsure how to deal with her.
"Hey, Zhi, where are you?" The slightly magnetic voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'm home." I coughed, noticing my voice tremble slightly.
"Oh, then open the door for me. Auntie brought you some fruit."
I was both annoyed and amused. Why did she only call me after she arrived? What if she wasn't home?
Inside, my aunt handed me a bag of pears, grapes, and other fruits, then sat on the bed looking around. Seeing her casual attire of a short-sleeved t-shirt and trousers, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
My aunt said, "Zhi, why haven't you come to dinner with your uncle several times?"
I scratched my head and said, "No, I've just been busy."
My aunt laughed, "What's so busy about? We're having barbecue tomorrow at noon, do you want to come?"
I said, "I still can't, I've made plans with friends tomorrow."
My aunt asked abruptly, "Oh? Who did you make plans with? What are you doing?"
I was speechless for a moment, and said awkwardly, "I'll make plans later, anyway, I'm busy tomorrow."
My aunt frowned slightly and said, "What's with the fuss? Don't act like a child."
I was a little angry and said, "If I'm busy, I'm busy. Aunt, you should go back."
My aunt crossed her arms and sneered, "Then I'm not leaving either. You can only leave if you agree."
I was stunned and said, "You...you're acting like a child. Never mind you. I'm going out. Wait a minute and lock the door for me."
Seeing that I was about to leave, my aunt immediately blocked the door, pouting like a little girl, and said softly, "Are you angry? Auntie apologizes to you."
I said helplessly, "Please, have some mercy. I get annoyed just seeing you. You won't go back and you won't let me leave. What do you want?"
My aunt's eyes reddened, and she looked at me with moist eyes, saying softly, "I'm sorry. I'll go back now." But she didn't move her feet.
I let out a long breath and said, "Let's go, let's go, drive carefully."
My aunt said, "Then let me hug you for a bit and we'll go."
My mind went blank; I couldn't believe my ears. I asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"
My aunt looked up at me and whispered, "Can I hug you for a little while?"
I was overjoyed and immediately hugged her, kissing her forehead. My aunt wasn't as reserved as I was. With soft panting, she grabbed my back and squeezed my buttocks hard.
My aunt was like a hungry she-wolf, which startled me a little. Fortunately, I wasn't easily frightened, and I immediately succumbed to my aunt's warm and soft body. I also reached out and grabbed her buttocks, but unfortunately, she was wearing jeans today, and the material was stiff, making me very aroused. After being affectionate
by the door for a while, I lifted my aunt's plump buttocks, picked her up, and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then, I lifted her smooth chin with my hand and gazed deeply into her eyes.
My aunt's beautiful eyes smiled, as if expressing boundless affection, then slowly closed her eyelids, her long eyelashes descending before my eyes like a curtain. How could I not understand? I kissed her lips.
My aunt's lips were firm and moist, and I sucked and licked them, but it wasn't enough, so I stuck my tongue out and tried to slip it into her mouth. A soft tongue met my kiss, gently caressing and stroking me, then suddenly, like an eel, it slithered around, making it impossible for me to suck on it. My aunt, on the other hand, half-licked and half-sucked, diligently savoring my tongue. Her skill with her tongue was truly adept, making me feel humbled and eager to learn. I
don't know how long we kissed before we reluctantly parted.
"Are you satisfied now?" My aunt's eyes were hazy, her lips glistening with saliva, her cheeks flushed, her pretty face radiant, even more beautiful and captivating than when I arrived.
I answered with action, kissing her again. This kiss didn't last long; I kissed her cheeks, eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her ears, wanting to kiss every inch of her face.
My hands weren't idle either; I slipped them under her clothes, gently caressing her silky back muscles. With a do-or-die mentality, I quickly unhooked her bra.
At that moment, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand, making my heart sink. Was it all over again?
My aunt looked at me and giggled, "I've let you kiss me, aren't you satisfied?" I shook my head. My aunt bit her lower lip and then took off her top, pulling her bra up with her. A pair of beautiful breasts popped out, their snow-white color dazzling my eyes.
"Ah..." My aunt blushed and covered her chest with her hands, but I forcefully pulled them apart and unhooked her bra so I could admire her magnificent body.
I sincerely praised, "Aunt, you're so beautiful."
My aunt playfully scolded, "You little rascal, you little pervert."
I laughed and buried my face between my aunt's breasts, rubbing and nuzzling them with great pleasure. My nose touched her snowy breasts, inhaling their fragrance freely. I rubbed and nuzzled until I found a small nipple. Without another word, I opened my mouth and took it in.
My aunt arched her body to make it easier for me to suckle. I saw that the other breast was round and firm, and I wished I had two mouths so I could eat it all. Luckily, I had two hands. I held one breast in each hand and didn't dare to rub it too hard, afraid of hurting my aunt.
"Ah... Xiao Zhi... Auntie wants some too." My aunt took off my shirt, pushed me down on the bed, and then lay on top of me, kissing my nipples. Her soft, fragrant tongue traced my nipples, the slightly wet and slightly itchy sensation wasn't exactly pleasurable, but being served so attentively by my aunt filled me with a sense of gratitude.
Seeing that my aunt was only focused on kissing me, I gently brushed her hair aside, letting it spread across her smooth, mirror-like back, and then wrapped my arms around her slender waist, soft and boneless, smooth as oil.
After a while, my aunt looked up and asked if I was comfortable. I just smiled, pulled her around, and pressed her down beneath me, letting me nurse. This time it wasn't just nursing; I licked and tasted every inch of my aunt's body, and hearing her weak moans, I knew my work had been worthwhile. When I kissed her navel, I used the tip of my tongue to probe and scrape inside, causing my aunt's body to writhe and her voice to be like a nightingale's song. That seemed to be my aunt's erogenous zone. I cupped her breasts with both hands, teasing her nipples with my fingertips. This time, I used both methods simultaneously, and my aunt's moans grew increasingly wanton.
Seeing that the time was right, I sat up to undo my aunt's pants. My aunt asked me, "Are you sure you want to?" When I nodded, she stopped talking, lying there obediently like a little lamb, letting me do as I pleased.
In no time, we were both naked. I lay between my aunt's legs, wide-eyed, observing her closely.
"What are you looking at? Don't look!" My aunt put her legs together, lay to one side, and lifted half of her beautiful buttocks.
"So stingy." I kissed my aunt's plump thighs, kneading her beautiful buttocks with my hands, busy as a bee. Although my penis was burning with rage, I wasn't in a hurry; I just wanted to savor my aunt's entire body first.
"Xiao Zhi... Xiao Zhi... Ah..." My aunt kept calling my name, which touched me a little, so I went over and kissed her.
"Xiao Zhi, do you have that?" My aunt wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips.
I asked curiously, "Which one?"
My aunt rolled her eyes at me and said, "Condoms, you can't do without them."
I let out a cry of despair and gritted my teeth, "Wait for me, I'll go buy some right away."
My aunt smiled, got up, and took out a small object from her handbag—a condom.
I exclaimed, "Oh, so you were prepared all along. Looks like you've got me all figured out today."
My aunt threw the condom in my face, laughing and scolding, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
I giggled and untied the condom, then asked, "How did you get this?"
My aunt said shyly, "It's your uncle's. I thought... we might need it today, so I brought it."
I had a million thoughts running through my mind, but I didn't dare utter a single word. I just looked at the little beauty in front of me, who was absolutely adorable, and pulled her close, cuddling her tenderly for a while.
"Auntie, I'm going to go for it. You won't regret it?" I spread my aunt's legs, eager to try.
"Can you say less?" My aunt pouted, pinched my shoulder hard, and continued, "If you say another word, I'll really regret it, you little rascal."
I kissed my aunt's knee to express my apology. Then, I guided my penis with my hand, aimed it at the pink opening, and thrust it straight in. My aunt and I intertwined our fingers and casually fiddled with each other for a few moments. Watching her furrow her brow and her eyelids tremble, I felt that conquering her brought me far greater pleasure and satisfaction than the fleeting pleasure of genital friction.
I thrust into her with abandon, each thrust eliciting soft moans from her, yet she always managed to purse her lips, leaving only a soft chuckle from her throat. Seeing her struggling to endure, she looked incredibly pitiful and adorable. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Auntie, I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Perhaps to block out my declaration of love, she moaned even more wildly. Afraid the neighbors would hear, I quickly silenced her moans with my mouth before continuing... With
my inner turmoil resolved, I attended my uncle's barbecue the next day. To be honest, having just eaten with my aunt the day before, I felt a little guilty about eating at my uncle's place again. I planned to eat lightly, just enough to feel about five-tenths full.
Just as I was reflecting on this, a bare foot reached out from under the table. I sighed; it seemed my aunt was worried I hadn't eaten enough and was going to feed me under the table.
~The End~
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