Me and my aunt

One time, I went to my third aunt's house to play. My older sister was there too. She was five years older than me, and she was about 20 at the time. She was just as pretty as my aunt, but she had a more youthful beauty. Like my aunt, my sister loved wearing pantyhose, and they were all flesh-colored. However, my sister had a better figure than my aunt. That day, coincidentally, my aunt was doing laundry, and my sister was going out. When I arrived, my sister was telling my aunt that she was going out. Then my sister went to her room. I knew she was going to change her clothes. After a while, she came out. She had changed into a dress and was wearing stockings. When I saw her legs, my little brother got hard. After she left, it was just my aunt and me at home. My aunt asked me to go to the living room to turn on the TV. She was doing laundry in her dress, but she wasn't wearing stockings. I went inside, but my mind wasn't on the TV; it was all on my aunt's legs and her stockings. I knew they were on her bedside table, but I had no reason to go in and look for them. I thought of a plan. Since there was a mirror in my aunt's room, I said, "Auntie, my hair is messy, I want to comb it." She said, "Go ahead!" My chance had come. I acted quickly, because how long could combing hair take? I looked, and wow, you know what? There were several pairs of pantyhose on my aunt's bedside table! Those were my favorites! I picked them up and smelled them—they smelled so good! Wait, something seems off; they look unwashed. I wanted to take them, but I was afraid that if my aunt came back to wash them, she wouldn't be able to find them and would think I took them, since usually it's just her and her sister at home; her uncle works out of town and only comes back once every six months. So I didn't dare move. I went back to the living room, feeling a bit bored, and said, "Auntie, let me help you wash them!" My aunt said, "What can a kid like you do?" I said, "I'll try and see!" She happily agreed, and then she gave me some. And guess what? She gave me their stockings, along with some of her thin clothes! I was overjoyed! I even asked her, "Auntie, you can tell the difference between your and my sister's stockings when you wash them together?" She said, "These are all my sister's. Mine are still on the bedside table, unwashed." Goodness, thank goodness I didn't take them, or I'd be in big trouble! I busied myself washing her clothes, and soon I finished. Of course, I washed my sister's stockings the most carefully. I said, "Auntie, let me get your stockings and wash them for you." She saw I'd washed them fairly well and said, "Okay, go ahead and get them." I was so happy! I took two pairs, smelled them, and then deliberately asked her if I was washing all of them. She said, "You're so stupid! You can't tell just by smelling them!" My goodness, she's so kind to me! If she knew I was a stocking enthusiast, she probably wouldn't have acted like that! Then I went to get them and said, "Auntie, why don't your stockings smell?" She looked at me and said, "You like smelly ones?" I said, "Of course not, Auntie's stockings smell really nice." She said, "Really? It's the first time I've ever heard someone say stockings smell nice!" My face must have been burning. Later I learned that people with a stocking fetish like me really like women's body odor. After we washed the stockings, Auntie said, "Let's cook right away." I said, "Okay, I'll help you." She said, "I didn't expect my nephew to be so capable!" I said, "Of course." Then Auntie went to her room. What happened next I'll never forget. Auntie brought out a pair of stockings, sat next to me, and started putting them on. I watched the whole process of her putting on the stockings; it was so beautiful. You can only understand that posture if you've seen it. Auntie's hands gently moved up her beautiful legs, slipping the stockings on. I really wished I had helped her put them on; if only I had! Honestly, if a woman puts on stockings in front of you and you're unmoved, I think you're not a real man. For stocking fetishists, I think you must have had a criminal thought at that moment. After my aunt put on her stockings, she looked at me and said, "What are you daydreaming about?" I said, "Auntie, why do you wear stockings at home?" She said they were comfortable. If she had said she'd let me see her wearing them, I think I would have been horrified! Then we started cooking. I didn't really help at all; I just admired her beautiful legs in the stockings from behind. They were so beautiful, really. My aunt is almost 40, but she doesn't look her age at all. She must take good care of herself. Her legs were so white and even. I really wanted to go up and touch them and kiss them until I died, but I know that's unrealistic. The last time I was able to touch and kiss her was because she was so tired at my house that day; otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance! During the meal, it was just the two of us. My aunt sat to my left, and our legs were very close together. Since it was summer and I was wearing shorts that day, I deliberately touched her leg with my leg every now and then. My aunt didn't seem to mind at all, so I boldly put my left hand on my left knee so I could touch her with my hand. I was very nervous, afraid that my aunt would scold me, but after I touched her more than 10 times, she didn't say anything and just continued watching TV and eating. I ate for more than 10 minutes, and only ate 3 bites of a steamed bun. My aunt looked at me and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to eat?" I hurriedly said, "No, it's not that. The food you make is very good. I'm just watching TV." Actually, I wasn't watching any TV at all. Besides, nothing on TV is as beautiful as your legs and stockings! But I didn't dare say that. I just ate heartily, but my left hand didn't stop there. It was still pressed tightly against her beautiful legs and stockings. It felt so good. I finished eating first, but I wasn't full. I figured I'd only feel full after kissing Auntie's stockings. Auntie asked why I was so hungry, and I said I wasn't very hungry, I was full. She said, "Then watch TV." I said okay. I watched for less than a minute, but my mind was back to Auntie's stockings and legs. I said, "Auntie, you must be tired from washing clothes and cooking. Let me massage your thighs." She said, "You can massage? I didn't expect my sister's son to be so capable." I can do a lot more, you just don't know it. Then I placed the stockinged legs I'd been dreaming of on my lap and started massaging. Actually, I don't know how to massage, I was just randomly pinching her. I started from her feet, massaging at first, then it turned into caressing. Auntie, who had been eating and watching TV, didn't notice me at all. After I caressed her feet for 5 minutes, she stopped eating and went from sitting on the sofa to lying down. I asked her, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" She said, "Yes, your pressure is just right, and your technique is pretty good." I was secretly delighted, so happy!!! I told her to lie down, and I'd massage her legs. She agreed, and I placed my hands on her calves. Her calves were so shapely and beautiful. Her skirt, which had just reached her knees, had slipped up to her thighs because it was on my lap. She seemed unconcerned about being like this in front of a man. I started moving my hands upwards gently. When I looked at her, she seemed to be enjoying it and closed her eyes. Seeing my chance, I continued moving my hands upwards. My hands were now on the middle of her thighs. I moved them inwards, kneading as I went. Auntie's inner thighs were so soft, so wonderful! Last time I couldn't touch them as carefully as I could this time, but this time I got my wish. I had already slipped my hand under Auntie's skirt, and her breathing seemed to have become heavier. I knew Auntie hadn't had sex in a long time, and she was enjoying it so much today, she must be aroused. Auntie seemed to be enjoying it, so I kissed her feet, putting her toes in my mouth, they smelled so good. I also kissed the soles of her feet, and then continued kissing like this all the way down to her thighs, but Auntie didn't seem to care. I really wondered if Auntie really wanted to have sex. But I didn't dare to go any further, I was afraid she would realize what was happening and scold me. I kept kissing both of her thighs, especially her beautiful feet, her stockings were all wet from my kisses, and she seemed to be getting more and more excited. I really wanted to pull down her stockings and panties and have sex with her, but I didn't dare.I kissed her for almost 15 minutes, even lifting her skirt, but I just couldn't bring myself to kiss her inner thighs. I dared to touch, but not kiss. Later, she woke up and saw me still kissing her legs, her skirt still lifted. She pushed me away, her face burning red. I quickly said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She said it was nothing, just don't tell anyone, and definitely don't tell your mother. I said I knew. I said, "Auntie, your feet smell so good." She looked at me without saying anything. I said, "Auntie, your legs, especially when you wear stockings, are really beautiful. Whenever I see you in stockings, I want to kiss your feet and your legs. I can't control myself from thinking about your legs." She asked if I liked women wearing stockings. I said yes. She said, "Oh, I see." She wasn't as reserved as before, seemingly unconcerned about our flirting. I was actually quite upset, after all, she's my aunt. What if she scolded me? I'd be in big trouble. What she did next was even more unforgettable. She said, "Since you like Auntie wearing stockings, then you can touch them again, consider it a massage. If you really want to kiss me, then kiss me, it's no big deal. But you can't touch the inside of my thighs, understand?" I said, "Okay, can I touch the middle part of your thighs?" She agreed, and I was overjoyed. I then asked her, "Auntie, can you give me your stockings?" She said, "If you like them, you can take them yourself." What did that mean? Of course, she meant I had to take them off myself! Auntie, you're so good to me! I can't help but love you! Of course, I didn't say any of that. I started kissing her feet, then her calves, then her thighs. I didn't touch the top of her thighs; I was afraid she would scold me. But I still touched her every now and then. A few times I felt like I touched her private parts. I kissed her beautiful legs and stockings for about 10 minutes until both of her thighs were completely wet. Later, she asked me to help her take off her stockings, so I put my hand under her skirt, but without touching the inside, I could only start from the outside and take off her stockings. I took her stockings with me. Later, she took another pair and put them on, but not in front of me, maybe because she was afraid I would do something to her. Later, I felt too embarrassed to stay at her house, so I made an excuse to go home. When I got home, I locked myself in and played with my aunt's stockings until my penis ejaculated. But later, the pair of stockings she gave me were torn because of my masturbation, so I threw them away. But I still remember everything that my aunt and I did. Later, I went to my aunt's house again. I was afraid she would scold me, but she didn't. Instead, she was even nicer to me. That day, it was just the two of us. I wanted to kiss her leg, but I didn't dare. My aunt seemed to sense something and asked me if I wanted to do what I did last time. I told her the truth. She took me to her room and said, "I have several pairs of stockings here. You can choose whichever you like." I said, "Auntie, I want to kiss your beautiful feet." She agreed and sat on the bed, taking off her slippers. I was overjoyed. Then she said, "Actually, Auntie's kisses felt very comfortable and ticklish." It was quite fun. When I saw my chance, I said, "Auntie, if you like, I'll come often and kiss your feet." She agreed. My god, Auntie is so sexy! Actually, it's not her fault, because Uncle is often away from home. For a woman at the age when she's full of desire, it's understandable. If we weren't related, we probably would have slept together long ago. I don't know if I aroused her that day, but I could feel her breathing heavily. I still didn't dare touch her deep thighs. Later, I took off her stockings and took them with me. That's how I often went to my aunt's house until I went to college. During my three years of high school, I couldn't visit her often due to time constraints, but whenever I did, she was always home alone, regardless of whether it was winter or summer. My aunt always satisfied my desires. I don't know why, maybe she was afraid I would tell others about our affair. In winter, she wouldn't wear stockings before I arrived. When I got to her house, the first thing she would do was go to her room, take off her thick clothes, and change into pantyhose under the covers. Then she would call me in, and I would kiss her beautiful legs under the covers. It was a completely different experience in winter. If you don't believe me, try it yourself if you have the chance! After graduating from university, I worked in Nanjing and didn't go home much. Although I did go home, it was mostly during the Spring Festival when my aunt's whole family would be there. I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't get into it. Besides, my aunt is now in her fifties, and she has many more wrinkles than before, so I'm not really interested anymore. I still have one wish that hasn't come true. Ever since I touched my aunt's beautiful legs, I've wanted to touch my cousin's beautiful legs in stockings, but I still haven't been able to.

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