Aunt's stockings

My aunt is quite pretty. She's nine years younger than my mother and seventeen years older than me, turning 30 this year. Looking at her face, it's easy to feel a sense of déjà vu, like she's the female lead in some TV drama, but you can't quite place her. Not stunningly beautiful, but rather the kind of beauty that grows on you, radiating a gentle

, maternal charm. You can basically tell my aunt's personality from her appearance; she's very gentle and patient. She has a great figure, about 165cm tall, slim overall, but with a rounded bust and hips. I think it's precisely this figure, combined with her face, that makes her so charming. At home, my parents, uncle, and all my other uncles are avid card players, and my aunt occasionally joins in because there aren't enough people, though she's not very enthusiastic about it. She likes me a lot; she'll teach me a few English phrases, or we'll watch movies or read novels together. Sometimes she'll pat my head or face, smiling at me.

Looking at her now, and thinking about how she usually touches me, I couldn't help but smile. Her hands are thin, almost bony, but when she touches me, I always feel their softness, as if they're boneless. I think her hands are the purest in the world, not only because she washes them often, but also because she rarely wears nail polish, and even when she does, it's clear. They're beautiful. I also thought of summer, when my aunt often wore dresses and high-heeled sandals. Every time I saw her, I felt an indescribable joy; I just loved looking at her. My aunt's feet, too, didn't wear nail polish, just as pure and beautiful. Now it's winter, and they're all hidden under my aunt's warm blankets.

My curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to see. Afraid of waking her, I lifted a corner of the blanket from her feet. Slowly, slowly, my aunt's legs were revealed. Oh, it's cold in winter; she was wearing light-colored long underwear, but no socks. I gently lifted the blanket a little more, peeked closer, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. It smelled like laundry detergent, but then again, maybe it was cosmetics? I didn't know. The delicate scent lingered around my nose; I only knew it was coming from my aunt's bed.

Suddenly, I had an urge to rush towards the fragrance, but I forcefully stopped myself. What would that look like? Besides, it would wake her. I savored the scent, my gaze shifting to my aunt's feet. They were crossed and turned to the side, their arches curved like two cute little bananas. The room wasn't bright, so I instinctively leaned closer to her feet to get a better look. Ah

! That scent appeared again! Oh! It was my aunt's feet that smelled. No, I sniffed upwards; there was some on her calves too, but not as strong as on her feet. Oh, women all wear perfume. How silly of me. The fragrance was so alluring that I foolishly stayed under my aunt's blanket for a long time, lost in its aroma, until I could no longer smell it before finally pulling the blanket back up. Just then, my parents called me from the living room, telling me to come home and go to sleep. So I got dressed and left my aunt's bedroom.

Back home, I still couldn't fall asleep, thinking about what had happened in my aunt's room, feeling a strange excitement. My aunt's feet were so beautiful, even more beautiful than her hands. Although I couldn't see them clearly, the fragrance, combined with the arches of her feet, seemed perfect. Suddenly, I had a silly thought: what would it feel like if one day my aunt touched me, not with her hands, but with her feet? I was incredibly excited, my face flushed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

And that was the end of it. For months, I didn't consciously think about it anymore. I thought it was all over, but when spring came the following year, and I saw my aunt again in her dress and high heels, I couldn't help but think of what had happened last year.

I went to my aunt's house alone. We had arranged to watch a new movie together. When she opened the door to greet me, I felt my face flush. That familiar dress, those high heels. I couldn't help but glance down at her legs. It was late spring, not too hot yet, and she was wearing black stockings. Her already long, slender legs looked even more alluring. I stood there

dumbfounded, head down. My aunt laughed, "What are you looking at, Xiao Li? Come on in." "Oh, nothing." I absentmindedly, blushing, went inside and changed into slippers. My uncle was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for another week. My aunt also changed into slippers, taking off her black stockings as she did so. Seeing my curiosity, she said, "I just got home too." "Oh, I see." My aunt said, "The DVD is on the table. Try it out yourself. I'll be right back after I change my stockings." Then she went into the bathroom.

I did as instructed, placed the disc in, and yes, the quality was good, very clear. I rewound to the beginning, paused, and waited for my aunt. My aunt came out quickly, sat on the sofa, and said, "Let's begin!" We sat together to watch this long-awaited movie. The movie wasn't particularly engaging at this point, but my aunt was very enthusiastic. I, however, felt a persistent discomfort in my lower body, like I needed to urinate, but it wasn't quite that feeling. So I got up to go to the bathroom, while my aunt continued watching with great interest. Once

inside, I stood there, not feeling an absolute urge to urinate, but it was unbearably uncomfortable. Suddenly, I saw the stockings my aunt had taken off earlier, now lying quietly on the washing machine lid. Remembering the fragrance I smelled in my aunt's bed last year, my heart surged with emotion. Instinctively, I picked up the stockings and brought them to my nose. Ah, that was it—a faint, familiar scent. Holding the socks, I inhaled deeply, imagining they were my aunt's feet… My lower body felt even more strained, and I felt uncomfortable. I simply pulled down my pants, letting my erection stand out in the air, which actually made me feel better. I inhaled deeply, imagining my aunt's pure, beautiful feet caressing my face.

“Xiao Li, what are you doing?” My aunt appeared behind me, smiling. I froze. Holding my aunt's stockings, my pants down to my legs, my back to her, only turning my head slightly. I was terrified. “What are you doing? Silly child, why are you holding your aunt's socks? Quickly put your pants back on.” My aunt wasn't angry as I expected; she was still smiling. She had such a good temper. I quickly tidied myself up, saying, “It's nothing, I… I was just checking whose socks they were. I was peeing, and you came in.” “

Hehe, silly child, go back to watching the movie.” With a hint of fear, my aunt and I finished watching the movie. She was sitting on the sofa opposite me, smiling at me. I felt uncomfortable; anyone would feel uncomfortable in such an awkward situation.

My aunt said, "Xiaoli, why did you take my socks? You know they're mine." "I didn't." "It's okay, Xiaoli, tell the truth. I won't scold you. When has I ever not loved you?" I'm a proud child, so I said, "No, I just looked at them." My aunt laughed, "Okay, okay, you silly child. Who else but your aunt would wear such long socks? Alright, I'm going to cook for you. Play by yourself for now."

My aunt went into the kitchen. Soon, I heard the sizzling sound of stir-frying. I was relieved that my aunt hadn't found out I smelled the socks, but my aunt's socks, and her fragrant feet, were like a string, pulling me like a kite, making me want to look at them again and smell them again.

So, I slipped into the bathroom. The black stockings were still on the washing machine lid. This time I was smarter. I closed the bathroom door first, then, as usual, pulled down my pants and started smelling my aunt's stockings. While smelling them, I licked them with my tongue, as if that would help me better appreciate her scent. I was lost in my own world; everything outside was quiet and meaningless to me at that moment.

My lower body grew increasingly aroused, so I pulled my pants down a little further and casually rubbed my penis. This rub was unexpected; I immediately felt a sensation I had never experienced before, yet it was incredibly pleasurable. Unable to resist, I rubbed it again. Ah, so good. I rubbed and rubbed. With my left hand holding my aunt's stockings and my right hand rubbing my penis, I imagined my aunt's feet caressing me, feeling an unprecedented comfort.

*Squeak!* The door opened inappropriately at that moment. I can imagine it was an even more awkward scene than before, because this time I not only had a stocking in my mouth, but one hand was also rubbing my lower body. "You little rascal, you're not telling the truth! What are you doing?" I didn't dare turn to look at my aunt, even though I could hear her smiling face. "I...Auntie..." "Well, this time you're not looking at whose stockings again, are you?" "Auntie...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..."!

"Are you smelling my stockings? You silly child, I've been wearing them for ages." "Auntie, I like the smell, I..." "Ah! What smell? Silly little Li!" "It smells nice, Auntie, please don't tell my mom! Please, I won't do it again!" "Silly child, come and eat first!"

The meal was finished awkwardly. Perhaps it was just me who felt awkward, because my aunt was smiling the whole time, putting food on my plate and serving me rice, as if nothing had happened.

After finishing the meal and clearing away the dishes, my aunt went to the bathroom to wash the socks, then came to the living room and sat on the sofa next to me. "Xiaoli, tell me the truth, why did you smell my socks?" "I just like them smelling nice." "Hehe, everyone says stinky feet are stinky feet. I've been wearing these socks all day, don't you think they smell bad, Xiaoli?" "Auntie, your socks smell really good, not stinky at all." "Silly Xiaoli..." My aunt sat closer to me, and as always, gently stroked my face with her soft, boneless hand, saying tenderly, "I won't tell your mother, but you can't do this again. Feet are for walking, after all, even if they don't smell, you shouldn't smell them." "But Auntie... I... I couldn't help it... Auntie, your fragrance..." I said anxiously. "Silly Xiaoli, that's just Auntie spraying some perfume. If you like the smell, Auntie will spray some on my hands for you to smell." "No... I like Auntie's feet..." "Xiaoli, you're being naughty. I told you not to smell my feet..." "Why, Auntie? Your feet aren't dirty, and smelling them won't make you sick. Why can't I?" I was so anxious I almost cried. "Auntie, you said you loved me, you weren't telling the truth!" "You little rascal, okay, okay, when has Auntie not loved you? Let me wash up first, and if you like the smell, you can smell them." "No, Auntie, I don't need to wash, I want to smell them now!" "Xiaoli is being naughty again. Be good, let Auntie wash up."

After saying that, Auntie went into the bathroom by herself. A splash of water, then Auntie didn't come out. I sat outside, thinking that I would soon be able to smell Auntie's feet. I was so excited that my lower body was throbbing uncomfortably, but I couldn't wait for Auntie to come out. I was so anxious.

About five minutes later, Auntie finally came out. She walked over with light steps, leaned back on the sofa, glanced at me tenderly, and said, "Alright, Auntie has washed her feet properly, come on." As she spoke, Auntie lifted one leg and gently placed it on my stomach. My lower abdomen suddenly twitched, and I came to my senses, taking Auntie's foot in my hands.

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