The years are invalid (1-2)

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Prologue
From a very young age, Chen Cheng admired Ye Lian, a girl almost ten years older than him who lived in the staff quarters of the neighboring winery.
Perhaps it was a chance encounter on a sunny afternoon street corner, or perhaps it was a chance meeting with his friends while playing by the Bailu River in the evening. In any case, Chen Cheng met Ye Lian in fourth grade.
He fell in love at first sight and secretly loved her, finding ways to go to the winery staff quarters just to catch a glimpse of her. He and his friends played all sorts of pranks, becoming a notorious troublemaker, just to hear her playful complaints.
Until the winery closed down, the workers were laid off, the staff quarters were demolished, Ye Lian went to university, and left for distant lands.
Chen Cheng also became a good student, but in junior high, his father's job transfer took him away from home. But Chen Cheng never forgot the stirrings of that nine-year-old boy's heart.
Ten years later, Ye Lian became Chen Cheng's aunt.
During the summer vacation of his second year of high school, Chen Cheng returned to his grandmother's house and saw Ye Lian.
"Cheng, we're relatives now!"
Ye Lian patted Chen Cheng's head and said with a smile.
Little did she know, Chen Cheng clenched his fist, "Lian..."
Chapter 1
It was already the end of October, and the weather in the south was still very hot, and it would continue for a long time. Without opening the windows, it was easy to break out in a sweat in the room. I didn't dare turn on the air conditioner, so I left the old ceiling fan creaking on, and drew the curtains, making the room a bit dark and stuffy due to the high humidity.
Soon, drops of sweat began to trickle down my chest and onto my aunt's face.
"Is Uncle coming back tonight?" I asked my aunt, looking down at her.
My aunt didn't answer, but winked playfully. Her delicate features didn't betray her nearly 40 years. Her pretty face, flushed from swallowing and releasing my penis, looked alluring. She released it, then grabbed my scrotum and gently bit it with her teeth. I pretended to wince in pain, shrinking back and falling backward onto the rattan sofa.
"You bitch, you're trying to murder your lover!" I said fiercely to my aunt.
"Your uncle will be back tonight, but he'll probably be out drinking." My aunt stood up, her small but firm breasts swaying. She turned her back to me, revealing her plump buttocks, and with one hand, she lifted my penis before sitting down.
Two satisfied "Mmm..." sounds echoed in the room
. I held onto the sofa back with my left hand, while my right hand gently rubbed and stroked my aunt's buttocks, and she moved up and down. My hand slowly traced her spine upwards, then slid down, stimulating her. I could feel her skin tighten and relax, just like her honeypot.
"How long will he be back this time?" After my aunt had moved about twenty times, she seemed tired and stopped. I bent over and sat up, my left hand still gripping the sofa for balance, my right hand already around in front of her, gently kneading her breasts, her nipples proudly erect.
My aunt closed her eyes and breathed heavily, not answering.
"It's this time of year, his convoy must be very busy." I sat up, pulled my aunt around, and then, holding my penis, entered her warm, moist vagina again. My aunt's long hair was loose, a few strands stuck in her mouth, but she didn't brush them away. Her watery eyes looked at me, her face already flushed, whether from the heat or something else. I leaned in and kissed her lips, my tongue probing inside. My aunt hugged my neck, our tongues responding passionately. Soon, my aunt began to sway her serpentine waist, silently expressing her desire. I began to thrust harder, my penis continuing to pound into her vagina. The force of the impact caused my aunt to hug me tightly, her fingers digging into my back muscles, her white thighs wrapping tightly around my waist.
"He... um... he's finished his dinner party tonight, he'll probably go to some teahouse to play cards with those traffic cops, oh... Chen Cheng, your cousin said... be gentle."
My aunt whispered, her forehead pressed against mine, panting.
My aunt didn't like to talk much when we were making love, even when I brought her to orgasm, she would only open her mouth wide and moan softly. At this moment, neither of us spoke, only the sounds of our pubic bones colliding and the wet, squelching sounds from my aunt's vagina.
After about fifty thrusts, I was feeling a bit tired. I put my aunt on the coffee table. She knew what to expect next, after all, we'd been working together for years.
She leaned over the table, her plump buttocks raised, but quickly said, "The coffee table is so cold."
I helped her sit up, and to avoid a sudden attack, she reached down and touched her pubic bone, parting her full labia. I understood and rubbed my penis against her vulva before inserting it. I slapped her buttocks a couple of times, sending ripples through her fleshy buttocks. "A glass coffee table is certainly cool, but it should warm up quickly," I said, as I began to stroke her gently.
Soon after, I felt my aunt's vaginal walls contract rapidly. I knew she was close to climaxing. Then, she arched her back, looked back at me, gripped my arm tightly with her right hand, opened her mouth, but didn't speak, saliva hanging from her lips. Her pleading, innocent eyes sent a shiver down my spine. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pleasure from the contracting and relaxing of her vaginal walls. Holding my breath, I began to thrust into her with all my might, my scrotum swaying and hitting her pubic hair several times.
(My aunt climaxes easily with me, unlike other women. When I'm with my cousin, she rarely climaxes, often looking at me with mocking eyes, clearly saying, "Is that all you're capable of, cousin?"
Of course, this infuriates me, so I always pay attention to my physical condition when I'm with my cousin.) I wasn't feeling well, so I just used some blue medicine. I'm old, not like I used to be.
Also, I've never asked my aunt whether my dick or my uncle's feels better.
This isn't like in those erotic novels; women rarely answer that.
If you actually ask, a tough woman will reply, "This cunt of mine, take it or leave it, plenty of men want to fuck it."
Even a gentler woman would feel uncomfortable with that question, but if you press her, I believe many women will say your dick feels better. It's like when you're having sex with a woman and she asks you, "Do you love me or your wife?" Only a fool would answer "I love my wife." (
End of digression.)
Suddenly, my aunt let out a "Ee...uh." Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed onto the floor. Of course, her ass didn't have the strength to stick out for me to fuck her anymore. My dick, though not yet satisfied... But I was nearing my limit. The moment my penis left my aunt's warm, wet vagina, it felt incredibly unsatisfied. The red glans, glistening with fluid, throbbed and swayed with each thrust of my abdomen, as if trying to express something.
I stood there, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, taking a few breaths, closing my eyes to recall the afterglow. I took two steps forward, helped my aunt up, and sat her on the coffee table. Although it was late autumn, there was no carpet in the living room, only tiles; otherwise, the puddle of water beside the coffee table would have been difficult to clean.
My aunt sat up, still panting. Seeing me put my penis directly into her mouth, she glared at me, said nothing, smoothed her hair which was sticky from sweat on her flushed cheeks, and opened her mouth to swallow my penis whole.
"Why are you so sensitive today? Is it because Uncle came back?" I asked, stroking her hair.
My aunt spat out my penis, spitting on the glans, and looked up at me. "You little devil, why do you always like to talk so much?... Ugh..."
Hearing my aunt call me "little devil," I suddenly felt inexplicably excited, and thrust my penis directly into her open mouth, not caring if her teeth hit the glans, and then moved my hips in and out.
I'd honed my aunt's oral sex skills. Her left hand expertly stroked the tip of my penis, while her right hand gently caressed my scrotum, tracing the corpora cavernosa with her fingernails until she reached my anus. I quickly lost control, pulled back, and pushed her down, pinning her beneath me. She skillfully wrapped her plump, white thighs around my waist, tilting her head back and squinting at me, saying, "Fuck me... Chen Cheng."
I didn't answer, my penis plunging back into her vagina. Although not as moist as before, it was still very wet, and without any pressure, my penis plunged all the way in. Then I lifted my head and licked one of her nipples. The grape-sized nipple bounced up and down with each thrust. Then I kissed her, my tongue easily entering her mouth and intertwining with hers. Saliva dripped from our lips and onto our bodies.
My aunt, who had already climaxed once, was incredibly sensitive. She was about to come again in no time. Soon, her thighs clamped tightly around my waist, and she began to moan softly. My hips started to heave violently; I felt I was about to ejaculate too.
"Ah Lian!..." I growled indistinctly, sucking hard on my aunt's tongue.
"Chen Cheng... um... me too..." My aunt responded to my growl with her eyes closed.
Soon, my glans was deeply pressed against the tender flesh of my aunt's vagina, and I opened my mouth wide, spraying waves of hot semen onto her vulva.
"Ugh..." My aunt threw her head back, her long hair spreading out, her slender neck stretching out.
My penis, which had just ejaculated, felt several streams of hot liquid spray onto its glans. I grabbed my aunt's plump buttocks with both hands, gripping them tightly as if trying to sink into her flesh. My mouth wasn't idle either; I opened it and took one of my aunt's breasts into my mouth, then lay down on top of her.
After a long while, my aunt looked up, kissed me on the forehead, and said, "Okay, get up now."
I chuckled and poked my aunt's anus. She shuddered and slapped my head. "Stop fooling around, we still need to clean up."
I pulled my now-soft penis out, and my aunt's vagina, containing my semen and her vaginal fluid, immediately flowed out.
I stood up, took a few steps, grabbed a few tissues from the nearby box, casually wiped my penis, and then handed the tissues to my aunt.
My aunt took the tissue and wiped herself while saying, "In previous years, even though your uncle has been back these past few weeks, he's usually busy in the evenings. He has to entertain various department heads and factory workers, and besides the meals, there are card games and other social engagements. Finally, there are dinners with representatives from out of town."
I didn't say anything, went to the bathroom, and got the mop. By then, my aunt had finished wiping away the marks from her lower body and was about to tie her hair up. Her bare, smooth body stood there with her back to me. Looking at her sexy curves, her white back cascading down to her waist, and her plump, upturned buttocks, I felt my penis harden again. So I threw down the mop, went over, hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and then moved upwards to suck on her small earlobe.
My aunt felt my penis harden again, sighed, turned around, grabbed my penis, looked up into my eyes, and said,
"Don't come over so often at the end of the year." My aunt paused, frowned slightly—it was very beautiful. "Our relationship isn't good, so let's break it off sooner rather than later."
I knew it wasn't good; my cousin was graduating from university this year and would probably go back to her hometown to find a job, making it even harder to have sex with my aunt afterward.
"Okay." I lowered my head and gently kissed my aunt's lips. "But I don't think it'll be a complete break."
My aunt paused for a moment.
I grinned, then squatted down and bit my aunt's buttocks, sucking hard. Then I pulled away with a "plop," and with one hand, I reached around to her front and touched her labia. It had only been wiped with a tissue, and the sparse pubic hair was still sticky. I touched it downwards and felt it starting to get wet again.
"This is what they call 'saying one thing but doing another'," I said to my aunt while gently stroking her labia. "Just saying it, Ah Lian, do you really think that way?" Without waiting for her reply, I started licking and sucking from my aunt's tailbone upwards.
My aunt's face flushed instantly, like a little girl's. I really liked how easily she blushed. She closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses, arching her back. As I stood up, my hands reached for her breasts, and my hardened penis gently throbbed against her buttocks.
"I love you, A-Lian," I said, turning her around, pressing my forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes. "I love sucking you, A-Lian,"
my aunt said, her watery eyes looking at me seductively.
"Me too, you little devil."
Chapter Two
This happened when my uncle quit his job at the car company to start a long-distance transport business, often spending a month or two away from home. It was summer, before the college entrance exams, shortly after my cousin was born. My grandparents insisted on taking her back to the countryside to raise her. My aunt lived alone in the large city house.
I was 19 that year, and my aunt was 29.
Because of my parents' work, I didn't attend junior and senior high school in my hometown, but in a coastal city 500 kilometers away.
Three months before the college entrance exam, due to residency issues, I couldn't take the exam in a different location, so I packed my bags and returned to my hometown. I enrolled in a day school at a high school near the school and lived
with my uncle. At that time, the automobile company hadn't expanded yet, and there were two staff buildings. My aunt and her family still lived there. I only saw my uncle once when I moved in; he soon left to start his own business, and he and his friends were active on highways throughout the southwest and southeast of the country. In the three months until the college entrance exam, I only saw my uncle about three times. For
those three months, it was basically just my aunt and me living at home.
At first, I didn't think much of it. After leaving Pingping (my ex-girlfriend), I lived a normal high school life for a week straight, attending classes and doing exercises during the day, and listening to English tapes and doing exercises at night. Soon,
I had a wet dream
, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. At first, I didn't think much of it and just put it in the washing machine for my aunt to wash that night.
Since I was a day student and didn't live on campus, I studied late into the night, and the weather wasn't very good. Basically, after finishing my exercises, I would go straight to take a cold shower, put on my underwear, and go back to my room to sleep.
Many times, my aunt had to wake me up in the morning. Perhaps because of the pressure, I didn't eat very well. I had low blood sugar at that time, and I was always dizzy and groggy when I woke up in the morning, not knowing anything.
That summer was hot, and typhoons were frequent. Surprisingly, during the three months of my college entrance exams, the typhoons only passed through my hometown two or three times. At night, I slept in just my beach shorts to stay cool. At first, it wasn't a big deal, but soon I'd wake up every morning embarrassed to find myself naked on a straw mat, having taken off my underwear in the middle of the night.
My aunt's familiarity with me dates back to when I was nine, though there had been a break, but we'd recently met again. Perhaps it was fate, but at first I was very happy. However, with the birth of my younger cousin, the pressure of schoolwork, studying in another city, and having a girlfriend, I quickly forgot about those initial feelings.
For the first two days, my aunt would just knock on the door to wake me, but because I slept very deeply and had low blood sugar, she often waited a long time for me to come out. Later, she simply pushed the door open and woke me up. At first, she was quite reserved, but the atmosphere slowly changed after I started sleeping naked in the middle of the night.
Because by then, I had already tasted the sweetness of meat.
Many men experience morning erections, though most of the time it's from needing to urinate.
One day, I felt someone shaking me. I slightly opened my eyes and saw my aunt gently shaking my shoulders while staring intently at my penis. My engorged penis slapped against my thighs with each sway, the hot glans hitting my cold thighs and making them even harder.
When it's hot, my aunt usually wears a white sleeveless tank top and hot pants at home, squatting by my bedside to wake me up. The white sleeveless tank top is cool, but it's also revealing. Even though I was still half-asleep with low blood pressure, I could see her bra underneath. And because of her full hips and taut pelvic bones, I could clearly see the cute shape of her vulva through her hot pants.
I swallowed hard; my mouth was so dry from just waking up, and my saliva smelled awful. I looked up and immediately saw my engorged penis. My aunt had stopped shaking me; her face flushed slightly. "Time to get up," she said, "it's almost 6:30."
Still so naive, I quickly grabbed the towel to cover my penis, my face burning red. "Auntie... good morning..." she said.
My aunt stood up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate, round ears. "Get up quickly. I made corn porridge. Drink it and go to school." She then chuckled. "You little rascal, you've grown up, you know how to be a pervert now."
I was mortified and hurriedly pulled the towel to my chest. "Auntie! This..."
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. Go get dressed and brush your teeth." She turned and left.
I swear I could clearly hear the deep breath my aunt exhaled after closing the door.
After all, physical reactions are ingrained habits, not something that can be corrected in a day or two. I did wear beach shorts that night, with underwear underneath, but I'd take them off when I was really enjoying myself.
The next day, when my aunt came in to wake me, I was still sprawled out naked, snoring.
When my aunt shook me awake again, my penis, as expected, was still stubbornly erect. My aunt didn't say anything. After a couple of times, I noticed that when she came back from evening study, she was wearing a sleeveless tank top. The difference was that when she was watching TV and drinking water, I could see from the side that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore, and when she squatted down to get something, I couldn't see any underwear showing through the tight fabric.
Having gone almost a month without meat and brimming with youthful vigor, how could I resist the temptation of this voluptuous mature woman? Every time I came back and saw my aunt's attire, my penis would quickly become erect. Even while doing my homework, my mind would involuntarily drift to my aunt's alluring figure. Compared to how she looked ten years ago when she was younger, my aunt was much more voluptuous. Perhaps she had appeared rather thin back then, with prominent collarbones that outlined her charming shoulders. Then there were her small, round breasts, small enough to be grasped in one hand. I don't remember the color of her breasts back then, but her skin was flat... My lower abdomen, and below my waist, that wide, full buttocks… I was
so confused from doing my homework, and thinking about my aunt made my penis hard again, but the urge to pee also came up. I walked out of the room; the TV in the living room was still on, so my aunt was probably still watching TV. I didn't think much of it and turned to go to the bathroom. As I pushed open the door, I took out my slightly limp penis, ready to pee, when I saw my aunt about to stand up. Her pants were only halfway up her thighs, and her fair, large buttocks were right in front of me. The little bit of pubic hair between her legs was so obvious under the incandescent light. Hearing the sound, my aunt turned her head and saw me.
Her pupils contracted instantly.
I hadn't expected this to happen either. My hand immediately let go, and my beach shorts slipped down my thighs. Just as I was about to pee, I looked down and saw my aunt's small anus. Because of the light, it was a little blurry, a little shadowy, and also kind of cute.
My semi-erect penis suddenly swelled up...
but my aunt jumped up, grabbed my pants with one hand, and slapped my swollen penis with the other, pushing me away...
I never expected my usually quiet aunt to have such a fierce side; that slap landed hard on my penis! Holy crap, my penis still hurts when I think about it! Although I can always use this joke to tease my aunt afterward, at the time it really was a huge shock. What's even more embarrassing is that the slap also stimulated my penis. I was already in a hurry to pee, and the slap made it shrink. And shrinking wasn't the worst part; with that push, I was about to fall backward, and in my panic, I wanted to just let go of control over my urethra.
Then, I just peed...
peed all over my aunt...
and splashed all over myself...
(My writing skills are limited here, so you can imagine it yourself, it really hurt! (╯°д°） ╯︵┻━┻)
While my aunt was taking a shower, I could only silently change my underwear and sit upright in front of the TV. I remember everything that was on TV, but the only thing I remember is that in that shadow, my aunt's little buttocks were clenching and unclenching with tension, and that image is stuck in my mind...
"Chen Cheng, I'm done washing up, you should go wash up too." While I was lost in thought, my aunt's cold voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw her looking at me like I was a maggot, her face icy. I shrank back, not answering her. Then I tried to look at her with what I thought was pleading, helpless, and fearful eyes.
In today's parlance, I was desperately trying to look cute.
Incidentally, my aunt was only wearing a dark shirt, probably hastily put it on, and her figure... She hadn't dried herself completely; some areas clung to her skin, like her chest and shoulders, outlining alluring curves that drew my attention with each breath. She was only wearing hot pants, revealing her fair and straight thighs. Having just showered, her face was flushed, but her entire expression was tense as she dried her hair with a towel while looking at me.
She had no idea that her appearance at that moment was even more alluring to me.
But my penis was sore, I had absolutely no desire to get an erection.
For about two or three minutes, we stared at each other.
"Pfft," my aunt couldn't help but laugh first, then quickly realized her mistake, composed herself, and tossed the towel to me. "Alright, alright, it's not your fault. I didn't close the door properly. You should go take a shower too."
Then she went back to her room.
"Don't think so much, go to sleep early, you little brat, all grown up and still so pathetic."
I grabbed the towel, smelled it—the same Pantene shampoo scent, still so fragrant.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Not for any particular reason, just because my penis really, really hurt.
That night, something else I never expected happened: my aunt's hand touched my penis, and it felt so good.
The kind of pleasure that lasts all night.
And it's nothing like the pleasure my girlfriend gets from touching my penis all night. [Recent rating record for this post: shibingbo +8 gold coins. Thanks for sharing, the forum is more exciting with you!]

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