Auntie, I love you

When I was little, I loved my aunt's stockings the most; just thinking about them made me swoon.
I stayed at her house several times and learned that she wore stockings constantly to maintain her beautiful legs.
Except when showering, she practically never took them off. No matter the occasion, she naturally paired
stockings with high heels or high-heeled boots, and sometimes even wore shapewear stockings at home.
My aunt was stunningly beautiful with a gorgeous figure; her amazing legs had even caused someone to fall off their motorcycle while walking on the street.
Living in that environment every day, it was hard not to love stockings.
One day, I went to my aunt's house. She was wearing a short, wavy skirt, and
her stockings revealed her breathtakingly beautiful legs. Her black high-heeled boots were trendy yet sexy.
My aunt said the weather was too humid and she needed to change her clothes. Of course, I didn't want my aunt to take off her stockings. A clever idea struck me;
I hid under the door and peeked through the ventilation vent. Since she was going to take them off anyway, I figured I might as well watch.
My aunt slowly pulled her miniskirt down her beautiful legs, covered in stockings. I can't forget every movement, every sound of the miniskirt and stockings rubbing together. Because what appeared before my eyes was a pair of flawless legs clad in sheer stockings. After taking off her miniskirt, my aunt proudly touched her legs. This scene haunted my dreams for most of my life until the day I finally experienced my aunt's beautiful legs in person. Oh… my aunt's legs… watching her movements almost stopped my heart. After a while… She finally started taking off her stockings. Sometimes, fate isn't fair; natural advantages are always concentrated on a select few. My aunt's body combined all the best qualities of a woman— her seductive movements and her long, slender, and shapely legs looked so supple! The way she slowly removed her stockings was captivating. I could only watch, breathing deeply, as she gently peeled away the sexy decorations from her legs, leaving only her naked, burning flesh. I so wanted to burst through the door and forcefully kiss and embrace her beautiful legs. After taking off her stockings, she suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. I immediately tried to tiptoe back to the living room, thankfully without being discovered. I heard my aunt go into the bathroom... After a moment's internal struggle, I decided to go back to her room. Her lingerie and stockings, which she had just taken off, were scattered on the bed. I couldn't control myself and grabbed her stockings, inhaling them intensely. It felt amazing; the stockings still carried her scent. I greedily sniffed and touched them. My God, it was all her feminine fragrance. The natural scent of a mature woman's body, truly fragrant sweat. I finally managed to calm myself down, because I knew it was impatient. Just five minutes ago I was peeping at my aunt, and my little brother was already throbbing red. I couldn't wait to masturbate with the stockings my aunt had just worn, fantasizing about what she would look like wearing them. "Michael! What are you doing with my stockings?!" My aunt is back! She saw me masturbating with her stockings! What to do? My aunt didn't react much. She slowly walked over and looked at me: "This...is it fun? So you've always been interested in my stockings." My aunt saw my erect penis dangling from her stocking. Suddenly, she grabbed my penis. "Ah...ah...ah...Auntie, no...I'm almost there..." "What? Do you know what you're doing?" Under the friction of my aunt's slender fingers and the stockings, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. A large amount of semen flooded and soaked my stockings and my aunt's hand. After I ejaculated, I was too weak to speak. My aunt took the stockings and went into the bathroom, locking the door. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I returned to my room dejectedly. That night, I pretended to be sick and didn't go out for dinner, but my aunt knew the reason better than anyone. She didn't tell my parents, probably because she was embarrassed. I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, but my aunt never mentioned it again after that day. This went on for a long time, and I lived under her constant contempt. Later, my aunt had a falling out with her boss and decided to change careers. After graduating, my aunt was originally a secretary, and I was worried that I wouldn't see her wearing skirts anymore. Her decision surprised and delighted me. Since my uncle spends most of the year doing business in China, and my aunt is energetic and loves wearing skirts, she decided to apply to be a flight attendant. Any man on a plane would be happy to see a flight attendant as passionate as my aunt. And those legs under her uniform… I can only imagine her in her uniform and stockings for now. After becoming a flight attendant, my aunt gained even more mature charm. Because flight attendants have to wear sheer stockings, I discovered that these are the ultimate stockings. These are also my favorite things to see my aunt wear. In the sunlight, the stockings clung to the curves of her beautiful legs, radiating a mesmerizing sheen. Indoors, her legs, clad in sheer stockings, seemed almost naked before my eyes. Oh, I love my aunt to death. My aunt probably knows my fetish. She walks around in front of me all day in sheer stockings, but I never have the chance to touch her. To this day, my aunt remains the sexiest woman in my mind, the woman I desire most. For the past three years, I've been driven mad by her temptations and repression. I hate her, but at the same time, I want her even more. Stockings are everywhere in my aunt's house. Whenever I go to her house, the first thing I do is rush to her room and steal her stockings to masturbate! I like to ejaculate on her stockings. Sometimes my aunt would wear her wet stockings so I could indirectly admire her beautiful legs covered in semen. My uncle doesn't live at home often, so my aunt's room is decorated like that of a single, elegant woman. There are sexy lingerie and panties by the bed, and pairs of new sheer stockings that smell faintly of perfume. It seems my aunt has a habit of spraying perfume on her new stockings. My aunt's stockings and panties are all Japanese and European designer brands. It would be amazing to have sex with her once! I've had many wet dreams of being intimate with my aunt wearing stockings, but when I wake up, it's all in vain. Even though it was just a dream, the scenes of our bodies intertwined were still quite exciting. Whenever my aunt was home wearing stockings, I would be even more brazen in peeping at her. My aunt must have clearly seen my erection. She often wore stockings of different colors and walked in front of me, deliberately sitting next to me in stockings and touching my body with her beautiful legs beneath them. Sometimes I would casually place my hand on her beautiful legs and stroke them lightly; my aunt liked to tease me unintentionally. She would leave her stockings together after she wore them, waiting for me to steal them.

Later, after our relationship changed, it became my privilege to order her to wear different stockings in front of me.
But what could I, a mere 12-year-old, do? Secretly playing with her stockings in the bathroom and
taking the opportunity to grope her while sitting next to her gave me "temporary" satisfaction.
Once, I complimented her on her beautiful legs and suggested she wear more miniskirts and stockings.
Only women with shapely legs like my aunt could truly understand the allure
of stockings and enjoy the pleasure they brought to conquering men.
The next day, she wore a sexy skirt with slits on both sides.
I kept staring at my aunt; her low-cut, tight-fitting top revealed her curvaceous figure.
I fantasized about her, thinking of her beautiful face... Thinking of her alluring legs.
Her stockinged legs were incredibly powerful; every step she took made me lose my balance.
My gaze lingered on my aunt's long, captivating thighs.
Just then, I saw her sit down on the sofa, her black leather miniskirt rising a bit.
Her crossed legs in stockings created a posture that was both elegant and slightly wanton, making me dizzy.
In the blink of an eye, I thought I saw a glimpse of the bottom of her thigh.
Oh, her legs were smooth and elastic, the seam between her stockings and thighs making my heart race.
Her raised legs swayed back and forth... Like a tormenting pendulum,
my mind was racing with thoughts of what color underwear my aunt was wearing.
What would it be like to pull down her stockings and take out my thick, long, lazy penis?
My aunt, wearing a miniskirt, was walking towards me.
Suddenly, she playfully sat on me, her stockinged thighs unintentionally touching me.
I knew she was teasing me again. My aunt actively used her perfect lower body to completely surround my penis.
Now, I was already burning with lust, and now my aunt's stockinged buttocks were pressing against my penis.
My uncle was also there, and for the first time in my life, I had my penis pressed against my aunt's. I was both extremely excited
and incredibly embarrassed. She sat on my lap, rubbing back and forth. To others, it seemed like my aunt was joking;
but if those beautiful legs were pressing down on you, making you unable to move, and you were suppressing the urge to reach out and touch her stockings, you'd know it wasn't funny at all. She never missed an opportunity to tease me while wearing stockings.
The left slit of her narrow skirt was lifted, and I could vaguely see her red, sheer, thin-stringed panties.

Another time, she caught me peeping at her changing through the window.
Instead of minding, she called me into the room to help her zip up the back of her skirt.
This unexpected action left me bewildered when I entered the room.
Because I saw completely sheer three-piece stockings hanging on the hanger, my heart raced.
"Michael," "Do you think these stockings suit me? Or do you think the sheer ones look better?"
My aunt held up a pair of light-colored, thin stockings and compared them to her skin tone.
My aunt exuded mature, sexy charm; the way she held the stockings on her legs was incredibly alluring.
My only wish at that moment was to place my penis between her beautiful legs shrouded in stockings,
tear her black panties, and ejaculate my hot semen into her body.
Then, I would lift her thighs from behind, hug her slender 23-inch waist, and
touch every inch of her proud, beautiful legs. She massaged my thirsty little brother with her body.
I swore that one day I would play with my aunt's body to the fullest and make her completely subservient to me.

Ever since I discovered the magic of my aunt's stockings, I often took advantage of my young age to hover around her, admiring and secretly touching her legs. Especially when she was playing mahjong, it was a rare opportunity.
I would crawl under the table to peek at my aunt's long, beautiful legs.
My aunt was 165 centimeters tall, with long, flowing hair, a 32C bust, and youthful, bouncy hips—the figure that many women dream of. Her utter femininity was irresistible to me.
One time, another opportunity came. My aunt was wearing a white, tight-fitting tank top and
a silver, form-fitting pencil skirt over her long legs. Sheer stockings sparked endless fantasies.
I took the opportunity to sneak under the table, stealing glimpses of her sexy legs and admiring her hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
Her long, shapely legs, both slender and voluptuous, emerged from her tight short skirt.
From my kneeling position, my aunt's beautiful legs were directly in front of me.
Because she was sitting, her skirt had ridden up even higher, revealing her long,
straight calves beneath her snow-white thighs, the smooth skin of which was not concealed by the stockings.
Smelling her feminine fragrance, my large penis involuntarily and quietly began to rise.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I didn't know. Her dazzlingly beautiful legs wouldn't give me an inch of space.
My hand kept brushing against her delicate, silk-stockinged legs.
My erect penis, hard and stuck in my pants, was the cruelest torture for me.
My aunt moved the roller chair back a little, spreading her beautiful legs wide open,
the chair sliding forward until both legs were under the table.
Oh! My aunt didn't care about her posture, instead generously spreading her skirt directly in front of me.
Although the lighting under the table was poor, a pair of perfect silk-stockinged legs were unmistakably
displayed before my eyes. I followed her gaze! I caught a glimpse of semi-transparent panties;
the patch of black in the middle made my heart pound. My aunt's incredibly alluring legs swayed gently before my eyes.
Unable to resist the temptation, I reached out and touched her. Her slender legs trembled slightly under my caresses.
I moved my hand down her legs, caressing her inner thighs, clearly feeling the muscles twitching with my touch.
Then, my aunt became bolder, opening her legs wider so I could see
directly under her skirt. The sheer stockings and the beautiful curves of her thighs made me incredibly restless!
My aunt was playing mahjong at the table, while I secretly leaned against her legs, touching her stockings.
She moved her legs occasionally, playing cards as usual.
The view through her short skirt was clearly visible; her sexy legs in stockings were absolutely stimulating for any man!!
Ah! Her black erogenous zones peeked out from the opening of her sheer stockings, unwilling to be left out.
My heart was pounding; gently caressing her legs was no longer enough to satisfy my lust.

My aunt probably found it amusing to tease me, but my gaze was fixed on her exposed skin.
Perhaps feeling shy, her nephew was peeking at her private parts under the table!
Her legs involuntarily closed, but soon they couldn't help but open again.
The more my aunt tried to hide her beautiful legs, the more she couldn't resist them. I continued to be captivated by what lay beneath her skirt.
Suddenly, she placed her beautiful legs on me. Because my aunt was sitting with the card table as cover,
No one was paying attention to my aunt's legs. This boosted my confidence even more.
The scene was so tempting; my penis immediately became erect the moment I looked up.
Just thinking about it made me incredibly excited. Her cute toes, polished and encased in stockings, were so damn sexy.
My aunt chatted with everyone without batting an eye. I noticed that she took off her panties when she went to the bathroom.
At that moment, my brain surged, and my blood flow doubled.
I had never experienced such stimulation before; my erection, taut in my pants, felt like it was about to burst.
Now, my aunt was only wearing a pair of sheer thong stockings.
When I glanced at her again, her face started to turn red. Her lower body swayed intermittently.
I grasped her stockinged legs, and with my right hand, I began to unzip my pants,
pulling my hard penis out of my underwear and pressing it against her thighs.
My aunt probably sensed something amiss and tried to pull it back, but I held her legs tightly.
I whispered to her, "Clip me between your legs." She gently parted her legs, and I placed my penis between her calves.
An unprecedented pleasure surged within me. As her legs swayed, I became increasingly unable to resist.
My penis, erect and held between her legs, began to ejaculate. I sensed my aunt was enjoying our game.
She pulled up her thin stockings with one hand and poked a hole in them with her fingernail.
My fingers lightly caressed her sexy figure. Only later did I understand her situation. She
had to enjoy physical pleasure while controlling her emotions to play mahjong.
Perhaps this situation brought her a different kind of enjoyment.

When it was time to go home, my aunt said, "Michael, don't go home. Sleep here with me tonight."
After everyone else left, leaving only my aunt and me, she sighed with relief and asked me,
"Michael, do you know what you were doing just now?"
I panicked and said I didn't know. My aunt smiled again and asked if I liked her.
I said I liked her very much. Because my aunt wasn't angry... My heart felt half at ease.
My aunt asked me again if I liked her legs, and if so, I could touch them often.
But this was our secret and I couldn't tell anyone. She wanted me to continue as before.
I happily crawled under the table and passionately licked my aunt's lower body.
My aunt moaned softly, her hands constantly stroking my hair and cheeks.
She lifted her jade-like legs, hidden beneath her stockings, and moved them across my face, arousing my desire and giving me great satisfaction.
My aunt said, "Would you like to give me a massage in the room?"
She stood up and smiled slightly, as if confident I would agree. Without thinking, I followed her into the room.
My aunt laid a black bath towel on her bed and lay down to wait for me.
I started gently massaging her from behind, starting from her shoulders. She remained motionless, letting me do as I pleased.
How could I miss such a golden opportunity? I changed my gestures and began massaging the muscles on her back.
My aunt took the opportunity to lift her hips and wiggle them, and I pressed myself tightly against her buttocks.
I asked her to sit next to me and stretch out her long legs so I could help her.
Looking at my aunt's shapely legs, and her impeccable taste in stockings, my blood was boiling.
I happily massaged those beautiful legs while touching the DKNY form-fitting thong stockings she was wearing.
If my aunt needed this kind of massage every day, I would be absolutely thrilled!
"Mmm, Michael...not bad...you just made my aunt feel so relaxed, and now you're giving me a massage."
Not long after, she asked me to untie her bra straps so she could give me a full massage.
This suggestion excited me so much I
almost ejaculated on the spot. I peeked to the side; my aunt's bare breasts were clearly visible hanging on the towel.
Every time I rubbed her body, her breasts swayed.
My aunt thrust her hips back forcefully and slowly rotated her buttocks.
I couldn't control myself, and thick semen shot into my pants in waves!
I continued massaging her carelessly for a while, but my aunt quickly realized what was happening.
She stood up, wrapped a towel around her breasts, and turned around to ask me to help her tie her bra back on.
My aunt generously hugged me, saying, "Michael, you're very skilled. You're welcome to massage me anytime."
When my aunt bent down, I clearly saw a deep cleavage.
I felt a second, strong reaction below; I was completely captivated by her.
The next morning, I was watching TV in the living room. My aunt naturally sat next to me, putting on her stockings.
I could even see her panties. Perhaps she considered me family. Why is this stunning woman my aunt?

Before I went abroad to study, I was absolutely smitten with my aunt, who was only thirteen years older than me.
Her style became more fashionable every year, her skirts shorter and shorter.
Her passionate and daring style, coupled with her stubborn beauty, truly captivated me.

I shared a strange feeling with my aunt in bed, her arms wrapped around me,
our bodies almost touching.
Judy: "Michael, stay here with me! I want you to keep holding me. My uncle is abroad for
a three-day conference. He has plenty of money, but he says this conference is still very important.
It's not that I'm sorry to your uncle, it's that he doesn't give me the feeling of a woman. I'm still young,
I need a man to appreciate and affirm my charm." "You're the most infatuated person I've ever seen.
Being with you makes me feel like I've suddenly become ten years younger."
"Let me tell you a secret: ever since I was old enough to understand, you've been my only sexual fantasy.
I think about you every night, which is why I can control when I ejaculate when I'm with you in bed."
"No wonder you can last so long! I was worried my body wasn't seductive enough for you.
Oh dear... you're hard again. Auntie is destined to be yours."
"Auntie, if you can hold on, we'll keep going until dawn."
"Hmm... let me repay what I've owed you for the past ten years."
I lifted her legs: "You think you can just get rid of me in one night? " "You underestimate me. Tonight, we'll only calculate interest."
My aunt turned around, presenting her ample buttocks to me. "Including Uncle's flight time, we have a total of five days!"
Her sweet, coquettish manner further fueled my male heroism.
My hands vigorously caressed her smooth, round buttocks:
"I want you to go without any clothes for these five days, except for stockings, understand?"
"All you ever think about are stockings. You've touched my whole body, don't you think you can't touch my legs?
You're so cute with your lust. I'll wear a special pair of stockings to make you happy."
My aunt ran to the wardrobe, naked, and bent down to search through the stockings in different packages.
"These stockings will definitely excite you to death. Come on, let your aunt borrow your body for a moment,"
Judy told me to sit on the edge of the bed. She bent her thighs and leaned into my arms to put on the sheer stockings.
My aunt knew my preferences perfectly well. "Hurry up and pull the stockings up, otherwise why should I sit on you?"
I quickly knelt down and helped my aunt put on the stockings to begin our game.
Then I touched and hugged her long, beautiful legs under the 3D butterfly sheer stockings.
My aunt's breathing quickened, and her big, watery eyes were filled with joy and longing.
"Shh... I'm not lying, Auntie, I'll make you feel really good! You won't regret dressing like this."
My thick, hard penis, already proudly erect, was grasped by my aunt's delicate hand.
"You lecher, are you ever going to stop? Isn't touching my stockings enough? Why don't you carry me to bed?"

My aunt opened her hazy eyes wide as she watched us intertwine on the bed, our legs entwined.
I held her smooth, boneless, and hot body tightly, rubbing her sensitive areas.
She was still trying her best to hide the surging passion and primal lust within her.
But as my techniques changed, my mature and beautiful aunt trembled all over from my caresses.
Her angelic eyes were filled with boundless desire. It seemed like she was expressing the peak of her sexual desire.
I knew my aunt was close to another orgasm. I took the initiative, thrusting in and out.
This was her favorite position. She gripped the headboard with both hands, swaying her hips in rhythm.
Her legs were pressed against my chest, and I kept kissing her legs. Her moans were so beautiful.
"Ah...uh...oh...ah ah...ah...no...pull...out...oh..."
With my movements, she swayed like a boat in a storm.
My aunt gripped the pillow tightly, murmuring, "Faster! Please, harder!"
Suddenly she screamed and stopped writhing. She slowed down and hugged me.
My aunt had another orgasm. I gently kissed her, calming her down.
She shyly pressed her face against my chest. She grabbed my hand with one hand and patted my back with the other: "You're so good! Keep touching Auntie's legs... I'll be even more satisfied..."
"Auntie is usually so fierce, I never thought she was such a gentle woman in bed! I really can't believe it!"
She patted my back and whispered sweetly: "You're so naughty! So naughty! You're not allowed to say that to me!"
Auntie said in a coquettish voice: "Sweetie, don't go back to your room, stay here with me! Okay?"
She added: "Your uncle goes abroad on business, he's only home for a week at most a month.
It's so lonely for me, a woman, to sleep alone. When he's not here ..." "You're a boy, you have to protect me.
Will you sleep in my room tonight? Sleeping in the same bed as your aunt won't mistreat you..."
I touched her stockings and said, "I couldn't be happier! Any man who'd leave you must be mentally unstable." She danced with joy like a little girl, shouting, "Great!"
My aunt rubbed her breasts against my chest, her pink legs raised high
, ready for my attack. "Aunt, I love you," I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her passionately.
And so, my aunt and I changed positions and made love wildly. My
aunt kept moaning, and we made love countless times until dawn before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

My aunt stayed with me for three days and three nights. She offered me her body without reservation.
For three days, my aunt and I lived only in the present, forgetting the past and the future.
For three days, neither too long nor too short, we were entangled together.
One climax after another, one shock after another! We woke up and slept,
even in our dreams we held each other tightly, afraid of losing each other. We were never apart; when we were tired,
we ate breakfast together in bed. The result was brilliant; my aunt and I were both very satisfied!
I decided to move into her room and have sex with her every night.
Even if she were Batman's Venom, I'd be willing to let her kill me in bed.
Judy didn't hesitate to use her breasts and beautiful legs as weapons.
My aunt used every method a woman uses to please a man to satisfy me.
I enjoyed the pleasure of having two women on her again and again.
We were immersed in the joy of sex every day, and I was also surprised that we were both like beasts in heat. As soon as we met, our bodies ignited a raging fire of desire, and we knew each other's desires with just a glance.
If you happened to witness my aunt and me entwined naked in bed,
you would never believe that we were a man and a woman because our behavior was just too lewd.

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