My Aunt's Secret

Obtaining those licenses and handling all sorts of complicated procedures—things that seemed impossible to my aunt and uncle—were easily solved by me. A few months later, both my aunt and uncle quit their jobs because the auto repair shop opened. After that, I contacted various companies, taking my car to my aunt's repair shop whenever it broke down. Suddenly, I became a capable person in my aunt's eyes. So, she would come to me for everything.

At first, my aunt was enthusiastic, working at the repair shop every day, managing the accounts. But later, my aunt, who liked cleanliness, couldn't stand the dirty workshop anymore, so she often went home, leaving everything to my uncle. My uncle was a hardworking man, and he was very happy to have his own repair shop. He brought back some people who used to work with me, not wanting my aunt to be busy there every day. After all, it was a man's world, and having a woman around was troublesome. So, my aunt had a much easier time.

My aunt became wealthy, able to buy designer clothes and apply high-end cosmetics, making her even more beautiful.

To be honest, I manage the city's electricity supply; though not an official, I wield considerable power, and I'm constantly indulging in lavish meals and drinks, naturally surrounded by beautiful women. I have two mistresses, both very pretty, the envy of many.

But their only flaw, in my eyes, is that they're too slender, not as voluptuous as my aunt. At the time, my aunt was thirty-five, possessing both the sweetness of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman, especially her high breasts and full hips, which always fueled my fantasies. I've slapped myself, scolding myself for having designs on an elder, but every time I see my aunt, I'm overcome with desire and can't control myself.

My aunt gets her hair permed every month, but the hair salon near her home moved due to relocation, to a much farther place. The woman in her forties at that salon gave her the perm she loved, so my aunt would take the bus for half an hour to get it done there. It just so happened that I had arranged the electricity for this hair salon, so I said, "Auntie, I'll drive you." Auntie said, "I can't accept that." I said, "Let's go, get in the car." We arrived at the hair salon. The woman who was giving Auntie a perm was the owner. She was very surprised to see me and said, "This is your aunt?" I said, "Yes, she's my aunt." The woman exclaimed, "Oh my god, I've known you for so long and I didn't know!

It's free, it has to be free!" Auntie said, "I can't accept that." The woman exclaimed, "Do you know how big a deal your nephew has made? How could I not give it to you for free?" So, Auntie got her hair permed for free.

"Xiao Bo, I want to get a driver's license. Then I won't have to trouble you to drive me when I buy a car," Auntie said. "Can you find someone to help me?" "Sure! Auntie's business is my business, I'll take care of it for you." I'm not just bragging; I know people at the driving school, and I know the police officers in the vehicle department.

"Hehe, Xiaobo, I used to think you were pretty impressive. Now it seems you're a really good person. I was wrong about you." My aunt's impression of me began to change, and she started to rely on me.

Soon after, my aunt got her driver's license. Back then, the vehicle management department wasn't strict; as long as you had connections, it was easy to get one. My aunt exclaimed, "A friend of mine took six months to get his, and you got yours in a month! Xiaobo, you're amazing!" Seeing how much she cherished her driver's license, I felt very happy and wanted to hug and kiss her. My aunt didn't need to take the test, but I made her take it anyway, though I had someone else take it for her. My reasoning was that I could be alone with her, because I could sit in the car and wait, and after the test, we could go home together. During this time, having my beloved aunt beside me made me incredibly happy. My aunt was unaware that her enthusiastic nephew-in-law was secretly eyeing her voluptuous figure.

Next, my aunt bought a car. Because she wasn't very skilled with her hands and the repair shop had only recently opened and she needed to repay a loan, she bought a very cheap car. I chose the car; we were going to buy it in the provincial capital to save several thousand yuan. More importantly, I could go with my aunt, increasing our time together. Hearing that we could save money, my aunt was naturally willing and immediately agreed to go with me the next day.

We took the train, and the station was crowded. My aunt was afraid her bank card would be stolen, so she put it with me. I knew my aunt didn't go out much and was afraid of crowds, so I told her, "Auntie, you sit here, I'll go buy the tickets. Wait for me here, don't go anywhere, and watch your bag." Then I gave my aunt a deep look, turned, and left. My aunt called after me, "Come back soon!" I deliberately didn't turn around and strode towards the ticket window.

When I returned with the tickets, I saw my aunt anxiously looking around. When she saw me struggling through the crowd, a sweet smile spread across her face. To me, that smile was like that of a young wife eagerly awaiting her husband's return. I said, "Let's wait a little longer," and sat down next to her. We were very close; I could feel her soft bottom, and my heart started itching again, my penis becoming restless. My aunt said, "Xiao Bo, I don't know why, but I feel anxious as soon as I leave the house." I said, "It's okay, Auntie, don't be afraid, I'm here." At that moment, my aunt leaned slightly closer to me. But I knew it wasn't the right time, so I pretended to be nonchalant.

"It's time, let's go, Auntie!" The loudspeaker blared, and I grabbed my aunt's hand and stood up. I did this on purpose, it was premeditated, this was my first step, and I figured in this chaotic situation, she wouldn't think too much. Many people wanted to get on the bus; some were carrying large bags, others were pushing and shoving. My aunt was afraid of getting lost; her soft little hand was clenched tightly, which warmed my heart. I deliberately said, "Auntie, I'll go in and wait for you." My aunt frowned and pouted, saying, "No, I'm scared." That's exactly what I was waiting for. I shook my head helplessly, then pulled my aunt into my arms, standing behind her and holding her delicate shoulders tightly, pushing her forward slowly. I'm half a head taller than my aunt, and I can feel her protruding buttocks, but I don't dare get too close, afraid she can feel my hard penis. At this moment, I was at my happiest, holding a beauty in my arms, wishing the crowds were even tighter, wishing the pace of life could be even slower, so I could savor this wonderful moment.

Once we reached the ticket gate, there was no more squeezing. I released my aunt's shoulders, took her hand, and said,

"Auntie, come with me." My aunt was also afraid of getting lost, so she held my hand tightly, and we walked hand in hand onto the platform. The train hadn't arrived yet, but our hands remained clasped. As it sped past, I pulled my aunt closer, shielding her from the wind. She closed her beautiful eyes. When boarding, I stood behind her again, my hands still on her shoulders, as we slowly walked. We continued like this, sometimes holding hands, sometimes supporting each other's shoulders, until we reached the provincial capital. Even at the car dealership, I would either hold her hand or stand behind her, supporting her shoulders, as I explained the cars to her.

After buying the car, I drove, with my aunt in the passenger seat. Although I wouldn't have another chance to see her now, I was exceptionally happy, having had two hours alone with her. The car was manual, with fifth gear on the upper right. In the city, the frequent shifting almost brought me close to her legs, but on the highway, it was always in a higher gear, and I never had that chance again. I regretted taking the highway; otherwise, the journey would have been longer, and I might have been able to touch her legs again.

My aunt bought a car, which is a big deal because she's always lived a very poor life. Now things are much better; she has a car repair shop and a new car. Several of my aunts, including my mother-in-law, came to see it, bringing my uncle and their children along. My uncle was very happy and said he wanted to treat everyone. My mother-in-law said, "No need for you to treat, I'll treat today." My uncle said, "Sister, I'm not like before; I can treat everyone to a meal now." So, a whole group of people went to a restaurant and booked two tables. At the table, the conversation turned to my aunt's car and my uncle's repair shop, inevitably leading to the mention of me.

My aunt said, "Let me tell you, Xiaobo, don't think that helping out is all it takes; you still have to teach me how to drive." "Okay! I'll take my aunt as my apprentice," I said with a smile. In my heart, I thought, this is exactly what I've been planning.

II.

I chose the suburbs as my driving practice location. It's a newly built industrial area with wide roads and little traffic, making it an ideal place for beginners.

Normally, given the nature of my job, I'm often invited to drinks by clients, but for my aunt's sake, I mostly turned down these invitations to drive with her. My wife once asked, half-jokingly, "You seem quite interested in my aunt?" I replied, "Doesn't she always say I'm awesome? Now I need to put aside my pride." In reality, my aunt, having just learned to drive, was quite enthusiastic about it, and it was always she who called to invite me, so my wife didn't suspect anything. Every time we met, my aunt would say a few polite words: "I'm so sorry, your uncle is busy and doesn't have time to teach me, so I'm troubling you." Normally, I'm very impatient when teaching others to drive, but I was exceptionally patient and gentle when teaching my aunt.

Before each car session, I would put my arm around her shoulder and explain the precautions; in the car, I would occasionally hold her delicate hand, and whenever she handled it well, I would pat her back and praise her. Because of my past experiences holding hands and hugging on the train, my aunt didn't blame me; she just considered it as me diligently teaching her. Over time, I got used to it.

It was Saturday, and my aunt called early in the morning. My wife said, "I'm free today, I'll go with you." With my wife in the car, I naturally became much more restrained, no longer making any unwanted movements. Around ten o'clock, my wife received a call; they were short one player for mahjong. My wife always loved mahjong, and hearing they were short one player immediately excited her. So I took over driving, dropping her off at her destination, and then drove back to the suburbs. After my wife left, I resumed my usual behavior.

"Xiao Bo, why didn't you do those things when Xiao Yanzi was in the car?" my aunt asked, staring straight ahead, expressionless.

This question was so sudden; I wasn't prepared and didn't know how to answer, just staring blankly at my aunt.

"Never mind, don't ask anymore, just teach me how to drive," my aunt finally said after a long silence.

For some reason, my aunt's question unsettled me, and I dared not touch her again. At this moment, my aunt kept making mistakes, and when she did, I dared not hold her hand as I used to, nor dared I pat her back. Naturally, my voice became stiff.

"You should teach me step by step; I'm not used to being directed like this," my aunt said again.

But I still dared not be presumptuous, proceeding cautiously, my heart pounding wildly, a feeling of wanting to get close but not daring to, wanting to stay away but not wanting to let go. So, I tentatively placed my hand on my aunt's hand, and seeing that she didn't refuse, I felt a little relieved.

We practiced until after 1 p.m., when my aunt said she was a little hungry, and slowly drove to a noodle shop. We always went to this noodle shop to practice driving, ordering two bowls of noodles before continuing our practice, so we were familiar with the owner. Usually, as soon as I got out of the car, I would hold my aunt's hand, but today I hesitated. My aunt laughed and said, "If you won't pull me today, I'll pull you." She put her hand in mine and walked forward with a grin. I was naturally happy that my aunt had taken the initiative, but my mind was still a bit of a mess. I followed her into the noodle shop.

The proprietress saw us and called out, "Two bowls of noodles, one big and one small." Then she came over and asked, "How's it going, little sister? Is your practice going well?" "It's still early. I'm still scared of cars," my aunt said, pulling me to sit down.

"How many years apart are you two?" the proprietress asked.

"Seven years!" my aunt replied.

"I told you it was my younger husband!" the proprietress said to the two waitresses, then turned to them, "Young lady, you're so lucky to have found such a young and handsome husband, and he spoils you so much. I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but I'm eight years younger than my husband. When I asked him to teach me to drive, he said, 'What's a woman doing driving!' It really made me so angry." Normally, my aunt would have said, "What nonsense are you talking about? He's my nephew-in-law." But today she didn't say anything, just smiled. I wanted to explain, but my aunt reached out and squeezed my hand, signaling me to be quiet.

As they were talking, the waiter brought over two bowls of noodles. My aunt ate while chatting with the proprietress. The proprietress was extremely envious, praising my aunt for being so lucky to have such a loving younger husband. But my aunt just smiled and remained silent, never revealing anything. After we finished our noodles, I went to pay the bill, but my aunt got up and stopped me. The proprietress laughed and said, "How amusing, the couple is arguing. Whether you calculate it or not, it's all the same; it's still your money." In the end, I did the calculation. When we came out, my aunt deliberately put her arm around mine, making us look like a real couple.

But as we approached the car, she said, "Don't get any ideas, I'm just teasing them." We continued practicing driving. Suddenly, a motorcycle sped past, running a red light. Apparently, there were no traffic cameras on this road, and very few cars; most didn't wait for the red light. My aunt was startled, and just as we were about to crash, she didn't press the accelerator instead of the brake. The motorcycle stalled, but at least an accident was avoided. The motorcyclist was also terrified, wobbling past us before stopping on one leg, pointing at our car and yelling. I was already angry and wanted to get off and confront them. My aunt grabbed my arm tightly and said, "Don't fight!" The motorcyclist, also a coward, saw the car door open and sped away.

"You scared me to death!" Auntie said, still shaken, one hand still clinging to me, the other rubbing her ample chest.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, rubbing her delicate arms, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." I then pressed my face against hers.

"What are you doing?" Auntie was alert and straightened up.

"Didn't you already admit I'm your little husband?" I said, kissing her on the lips.

"Slap!" A loud slap landed on my face. Immediately, Auntie forcefully shook off my hand, saying,

"How can you be so disrespectful? Don't you know your place?" The slap was quite hard, making my vision blur. I covered my face and looked at Auntie. Auntie's face was very unpleasant, glaring at me, her red lips trembling.

"That's enough practice, let's go home!" Auntie said, reaching for the car, but it didn't move.

"It's not started yet," I reminded her.

My aunt started the car, then remembered her driving skills and said, "You drive." She got out of the car.

As we walked across the street, I didn't dare look at her, but I saw her staring at me out of the corner of my eye—I figured she was glaring at me. I lowered my head, got into the car, pressed the clutch, shifted gears, drove through the traffic lights, made a U-turn in one smooth motion, ignoring the red light, and accelerated, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead. At that moment, I thought to myself: I'll definitely tell my uncle about this, and then my wife will find out, but I'm determined not to admit it. All the way, I drove with a straight face, not saying a word.

"Stop up ahead," my aunt said, but her tone wasn't as harsh as before.

I looked ahead; the road was very wide, with newly planted trees of unknown names lining the sides. There were no pedestrians, only a few cars used for driving practice, almost all occupied by a man and a woman—all women practicing driving.

I parked the car on the side of the road, without saying a word, my eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Does it still hurt?" Auntie asked. Seeing that I didn't answer, she added, "I'm sorry, Xiaobo, I hit you too hard." As she spoke, she reached out and stroked my face. "Can you teach me a little more?" Her last words were practically pleading.

"Auntie, I'm the one who should be sorry," I finally spoke. "At the noodle shop, I kept trying to explain, but you wouldn't let me. I just wanted to joke with you, but I didn't expect to make you angry. It's my fault, please forgive me." To lessen my guilt and to prevent Auntie from telling anyone, I lied. "Auntie, please don't tell anyone, okay?" "Okay!" Auntie agreed, and tears streamed down her face.

I reached out to wipe Auntie's tears, but remembering what had just happened, my hand froze in mid-air, and I withdrew it, staring blankly at Auntie. Auntie took my hands, placed them on her face, hugged me tightly, and sobbed. I wiped Auntie's face with my hands, apologizing as I did so.

"Can you teach me to drive again?" Auntie asked, tilting her head back.

"Let's go back now," I said, hugging her.

"Thank you!" Auntie buried her face in my chest and cried. After a long while, she looked up at me, her lips moving. "Give me another kiss, okay?" I was startled, but quickly realized what she meant and slowly lowered my head, pressing my lips to hers. At first, Auntie's mouth was tightly closed, but after a while, it slowly opened, allowing my tongue to slip inside. At this point, Auntie was passive; her tongue remained still, but her hands held me tightly. My tongue slid in Auntie's mouth, sometimes licking her teeth, sometimes her lips. Suddenly, Auntie's tongue began to move, from slow to fast, from passive to active, finally entering my mouth. We kissed like that for a long time.

Several times, my hands reached out to touch her breasts and buttocks, but Auntie refused with "hmm" sounds coming from her nose.

When my aunt saw the few driving school cars passing by on the road, and the people inside glancing sideways, she seemed to wake up and abruptly pushed me away. Then, looking at a small grove of trees ahead, she said, "Can we drive there?" That afternoon, we didn't go anywhere else; we just stayed in the grove. But I must clarify, we only kissed; we didn't do anything else, not even touching each other's buttocks or breasts. My aunt said, "Let's stop here. We can't go any further. After all, I'm your elder, your aunt." We kissed until we were tired, then rested for a while, and then kissed again. I said, "Auntie, I really love you." My aunt said, "No, I'm your aunt." Although my aunt didn't agree to continue, I knew in my heart that in the near future, my aunt would definitely be my woman.

"Xiao Bo, let's stop here. We should go home," my aunt said, glancing at the car's timer.

I looked and saw it was already past five in the afternoon, so I gave her one last, hard kiss before starting the car and driving out of the grove.

When I took my aunt home, she got out of the car first. Just as my aunt put one leg on the ground and her bottom lifted off the seat, I reached out and slapped her on the butt. Just then, someone passed by and asked how her practice was going. My aunt quickly smiled and answered. After the person passed, I got out of the car, locked it, and put the keys in my aunt's hand. My aunt scolded me with a stern face, "Naughty." Then, pretending to be nonchalant, she said, "Practice again tomorrow." On the way home, I was distracted, silently repeating my aunt's words, "Practice again tomorrow," feeling happy and thinking that tomorrow would definitely bring something, since I had already slapped her bottom.

III.

The next day was Sunday, exceptionally sunny.

Early in the morning, my wife said she was free and would accompany my aunt to her driving practice, adding that her younger brother would also go because he wanted to take his driving test. This disappointed me. I asked my wife if she wasn't going to play mahjong. My wife said no, she also wanted to practice driving and get a driver's license someday. I shook my head helplessly.

My wife and brother-in-law indeed stayed in the car all day, never leaving it, and sometimes even came up to practice for a while. Because I had become well-behaved, my aunt secretly laughed, and what was most annoying was that she made faces at me behind my back.

But at lunchtime, my aunt insisted on going to the restaurant in front of the car instead of the noodle shop. I understood what my aunt meant; she was afraid that the restaurant owner would chat like yesterday, making my siblings suspicious, and I thought the same thing.

After work on Monday, I didn't receive a call from my aunt, but I still drove to her house without thinking.

My aunt was wiping the car, and when she saw me, she smiled and said, "I have something to do today, so I won't practice." I was disappointed again because things had progressed smoothly from holding hands on the train to kissing, and I was afraid that if it went on for too long, I would have to start all over again.

At this moment, my aunt wiggled her hips, opened the car door, climbed into the passenger seat, and said, "You were very well-behaved yesterday." Then she giggled and said, "Come on, get in the car." I then realized that my aunt was teasing me, and immediately got in the car and drove away. In the car, I placed a hand on my aunt's leg.

"Why didn't you dare do this yesterday?" my aunt said with a smile.

I didn't answer, but held my aunt's hand again and kept driving forward. Along the way, my aunt repeatedly asked, "Why didn't you dare do this yesterday?" I just held her hand, looked straight ahead, and didn't answer. The car arrived at the outskirts of the city again, and I didn't stop, driving straight into the grove.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to practice driving?" my aunt shouted.

"I'm not practicing anymore. I'm going to make up for yesterday's losses." As I spoke, I stopped the car, turned off the engine, and then rushed over and hugged my aunt.

"I don't want to do this anymore," my aunt struggled, pretending to push me away. "No, no, we can't do this, I'm your aunt." Seeing my unusual determination, she said, "Just a little kiss, then we'll practice driving, okay?" She then hugged my waist. "This is the last time, no more next time." While kissing, my hand slid down to touch my buttocks. My aunt pulled my hand to her waist, but today her attitude wasn't as firm as the day before. After a few times, she stopped pulling my hand, letting me grope my buttocks as I pleased. Greed knows no bounds, and that's the kind of person I am. After touching my buttocks for a while, I wanted to touch her breasts. Again, my aunt gave a soft refusal, so I could touch them freely. Then, I grabbed my aunt's hand and pressed it down towards my genitals. My aunt pressed down on my hard penis, startled, and immediately pulled her hand back, refusing to touch it again.

"Xiao Bo, don't do this, it's not good," my aunt said while kissing me back.

I tried to put my hand inside my pants and clothes, but my aunt refused again. She said, "Just touch it from the outside, don't do that." Afraid of moving too fast and upsetting my aunt, I stopped, my hand still groping outside. I knew in my heart that things had come to this point, so there was no need to rush; sooner or later, my aunt would be the woman beneath me. Actually, I felt satisfied now, because before, seeing my aunt's sturdy body, I always wanted to touch it, and now I had achieved my goal.

That day, we didn't practice driving; we just kissed and caressed each other until very late. When my aunt's husband called to urge her to come home, we realized it was already past eight o'clock—the latest we'd ever gotten home. What my aunt said to my aunt's husband comforted me greatly: "I've just made some progress, and I've lost track of time. Okay, let's go home right away." Then, I drove my aunt home, and when she got out of the car, I still patted her butt. My aunt said, "You should go home too, don't keep Xiaoyanzi waiting." For the next few days, we didn't make much progress, just kissing and caressing, without putting my hand inside. Until Friday, I begged my aunt, saying I'd just touch her once. My aunt said to just touch it once and then take it out, so she held her breath and let me put my hand inside her pants. I finally got to actually touch her buttocks. But my aunt was sitting down, and her buttocks weren't as soft as I'd imagined. However, I didn't take my hand out, and she didn't rush me. It was the same with her breasts; she told me to just touch them once and then take them out, but I rubbed them for a long time without being refused. However, when I asked her to touch my penis, she refused.

"Auntie, just touch it," I pleaded, placing her hand on my penis.

My aunt's face turned bright red with embarrassment. She looked at me obediently and still placed her hand on my penis, but without any movement. I took the opportunity to pull my penis out; a stiff shaft stood there. My aunt cried out "Ouch!" and released her hand, turning her head away. I put her hand back on my penis, and this time she didn't refuse, holding it without moving. I reached into my aunt's pants to touch her vagina, but she refused, saying,

"You can't touch here." No matter how much I begged, she wouldn't agree, so I ended up touching her breasts. My aunt's breasts were large and felt great. As I touched them, I moved my hips back and forth, signaling to her to masturbate, but she didn't. I had to rely on my own movements to relieve the itching all over my body, and a lot of fluid leaked from my penis, getting all over my aunt's hand.

"Your stuff is coming out," my aunt said.

"Not yet," I said, moving even more vigorously. "Auntie, I can't take it anymore," I said, and went to take off my aunt's pants.

"Don't do that, Xiao Bo, let me help you get it out." Auntie said, her small hands moving up and down.

Instantly, I felt like a million insects were crawling all over my body, an unbearable itch. So, I hugged Auntie tightly, kissing her passionately, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. Finally, the semen spurted out, some onto the steering wheel, most flowing onto Auntie's hands. During ejaculation, I made a series of indescribable sounds in my throat. Auntie heard this and her hands moved faster, continuing to move even after I finished.

"I don't know how you're going to explain this to Xiao Yanzi tonight," Auntie said, wiping her hands with a tissue first, then wiping my penis.

"Auntie, I love you!" I hugged Auntie tightly, "Give me just once, please." "No, Xiao Bo, I'm still your aunt. Besides, I can't do anything to betray Xiao Yanzi," Auntie said.

No matter how much I begged, Auntie refused to have sex with me, not even letting me touch her vagina.

My aunt said, "Xiao Bo, let's stop here. We can't go any further; that's incest." I talked a lot more, mostly about how much I liked my aunt, even revealing my fantasies. My aunt remained silent until finally speaking, then said, "Let's go home; it's getting late." Some might say that things have progressed this far, so even if I forced myself on my aunt, it wouldn't matter. Yes, I thought about that too. But then I thought, what if I was too hasty? Would it backfire? Yes, good things take time. In the following days, I would drive to the grove and kiss and caress my aunt, then ask her to masturbate me. At first, my aunt was reserved, saying, "Don't do this, Xiao Bo." But later, she got used to it and would take the initiative to masturbate. I took this opportunity to slip my hand into my pants and touch her wet vagina.

"Auntie, you're already wet inside, just give me one time," I pleaded.

"No, Xiaobo, this is incest. I can't betray Xiaoyanzi; she's my niece after all," my aunt always used this excuse to brush me off.

That day, my aunt said, "Xiaobo, stop it. Just teach me how to drive properly. It's been almost a month since I drove, and my hands are still so new. Your uncle will suspect something." But I still couldn't bear to part with my aunt, hugging and kissing her, wanting her to masturbate me. My aunt said, "Xiaobo, if you keep bothering me like this, don't say I won't practice driving with you anymore." I still begged my aunt to do it one more time, but she firmly said, "No! That's it. I'll never do it for you again." Looking at my aunt's resolute face, I backed down, nodded, and started practicing driving with her.

Because of the sudden change, I didn't know what my aunt was thinking, or what I should do. Several times she touched my hands, and my aunt told me seriously not to do it. I didn't know what I had done to offend my aunt, so I immediately became well-behaved, barely saying a word. A woman's heart is truly unfathomable. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, but today it's gloomy and unapproachable. Perhaps my aunt was in a bad mood; she finished work early today, driving only half an hour before heading home. On the way home, I tried to touch her several times, but she resolutely refused each time, scaring me so much that I didn't dare touch her again. The whole way, I didn't speak, and neither did my aunt; the air was incredibly tense.

The car stopped, and my aunt got out as usual, but suddenly stopped, sticking her butt out, and turned back to ask,

"Aren't you going to pat my butt today?" A woman's heart is truly unpredictable. Just a moment ago she was so righteous, and now she's sticking her butt out, waiting for me to pat it. What's going on? But I didn't have time to think too much; I was afraid that if I didn't pat her, she would really get out of the car, and I wouldn't be able to pat her anymore. So, I reached out and patted her.

"Come upstairs and sit for a while!" my aunt said, turning around and bending over.

I was stunned, hardly believing my ears, staring blankly at her.

"Your uncle went to the provincial capital to buy car parts and won't be home tonight," my aunt said.

My eyes widened as I stared at her, hardly believing my ears.

"Xiao Hai went to his grandma's," she added. Seeing I didn't move, she continued, "If you don't want to come upstairs, get out of the car and give me the keys. I'm going home!" I finally understood her intention and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at its food, stammering, "Okay...okay..." I was so excited I almost stuttered.

"Don't think too much about it. I just wanted to cook you something, that's all," she said.

In the stairwell, seeing no one around, I placed my hand on my aunt's buttocks. To be honest, I'd only ever touched her buttocks when she was sitting in the car, where they were hard and didn't feel like much. Today was the first time I'd touched them while she was standing. Those big, fleshy buttocks felt so good.

"Take your hand away," she said sternly, pulling out her keys to open the door.

IV.

After entering the house and closing the door, I hugged my aunt tightly, first kissing her mouth, then groping her body, finally pressing my hands against her large buttocks. At first, my aunt struggled slightly, saying no, but later she quietly embraced me, accepting the kisses, letting me fondle her buttocks as I pleased.

"Auntie, I want you," I said, carrying her towards the bed.

"No, no, no, Xiao Bo, please don't do this, okay?" my aunt struggled.

"No! Auntie, I haven't let go yet," I said.

"I'll use my hand to help you, okay?" my aunt relented.

"No, I have to do it that way," I said, pushing her down onto the bed.

My aunt gripped her pants tightly, refusing to let me undo her belt, but she allowed me to kiss her and touch her breasts as I pleased. I began to plead, saying how much I loved my aunt, how being with her made me the happiest person in the world, and so on—I said all the nice things imaginable, but I still couldn't move her. Finally, almost exhausted, I pleaded, "Auntie, just this once, just once, I promise I'll never do it again." Auntie then asked, "Are you serious?" I said, "Yes, I am." Auntie then released her grip. I quickly seized the opportunity to undo Auntie's belt. But as I pulled down her pants, Auntie changed her mind, saying it was incest and she was sorry to Xiaoyanzi.

"Auntie, we're not related by blood, it's not incest. Besides, this is between us, it has nothing to do with Xiaoyanzi," I said.

Perhaps my words moved Auntie, her grip loosened again, and her hips even made a cooperative movement. But Auntie changed her mind again, saying, "I still don't think it's right." By this time, her pants were down to her knees, and Auntie had no choice. Auntie changed tactics again, gripping her white and red floral underwear tightly with both hands, refusing to let me put my hands inside. We began to struggle again, tearing at each other. Finally, my aunt gave up and said, "You have to keep your word, just this once." Only then did I pull down her underwear. Afraid she'd change her mind, I pressed down on her and kicked the underwear off.

I didn't want to take off her clothes, afraid she'd change her mind again. Besides, when I took off her clothes, she had to sit up, and if I wasn't careful, she might run away, and all my efforts would be wasted. So, while I was taking off my pants, I pressed down on her with my shoulder, afraid she'd slip away. Sure enough, as expected, my aunt started to change her mind. She grabbed my pants, preventing me from taking them off smoothly. But at this point, I had no choice; the pants were mine, and I could cooperate. Soon, they were off. My aunt then tightly clamped her legs together, preventing me from kneeling in the middle. But I still forcefully spread my legs, taking the advantageous position.

"Do you keep your word?... You must keep your word..." When my penis was pressed against the entrance of her vagina, my aunt stopped struggling and said, "Slow down, I'm scared. This is the first time I've done this with another man." Then, she spread her legs, went limp, pursed her lips, and closed her beautiful big eyes.

I knew the happiest moment had arrived. Holding my penis, I slowly inserted it into her vagina. My aunt's vagina was already very wet, and it slid in easily. I heard her let out a soft moan, her arms wrapped around my neck like snakes. I said, "Good aunt," and began to thrust vigorously. At this point, her clothes were the biggest obstacle. I thrust while simultaneously unbuttoning her clothes. My aunt cooperated, pulling her arms and hands away, and soon they were off. She even took off her bra herself and tossed it aside. I started to take off my own clothes, and my aunt actually helped me. Finally, we were naked, lying on top of each other.

Soon, my aunt began to writhe, her beautiful round face contorting, her hands scratching and clawing at my back, panting heavily, occasionally emitting sounds like a sob. I knew my aunt was having an orgasm, and I thrust even more vigorously. Finally, my aunt suddenly stopped moving, her face flushed a beautiful peach blossom from the afterglow of her orgasm. I started to ejaculate, making gurgling sounds in my throat. My aunt looked at me affectionately, slowly savoring each ejaculation.

"Look how tired you are," my aunt said, glancing around before grabbing a pillowcase to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"Auntie, thank you!" I didn't know whether to thank her for wiping my sweat or for letting me have sex with her, but I was genuinely grateful.

"I still feel something's off. How could I do something like this with my nephew-in-law?" my aunt said, two glistening tears sliding down her cheeks and onto the pillow. "I'm so sorry to Xiaoyanzi. If others find out, how can I face them and go on living?" My aunt seemed to have a heavy heart.

"Auntie," I licked away my tears, "no one owes anyone anything. This is our relationship, and we won't let anyone else know." I placed my hands on her breasts. "Auntie, if neither of us were married, do you believe me, if you were with Xiao Yanzi, I would choose you over her?" I tried to say the nicest things; it's a man's trick, many men do this, and I was no exception. "

You're lying to me. Xiao Yanzi is so young, three years younger than you. You would choose me, who is seven years older than you? You're

lying!" Auntie pouted.

"Really, Auntie, I'm not lying to you," I said, kissing her.

"You say you're not lying? You didn't even recognize me after meeting me twice," Auntie started to scold me.

"Actually, I know you, but I just didn't know what to call you." I started lying again. "You're so young and beautiful, I thought I should call you 'sister-in-law' or 'older sister.' Later, when I found out you were my aunt, I really hesitated. I didn't expect you to be an elder. But after spending more than half a year with you, I still feel that I love you more than I love Xiao Yanzi, so I started this long pursuit. Really, Auntie." "You're really not lying to me?" Auntie asked.

"Really! Auntie, if I tell a lie, may I be struck by lightning! May I be run over by a car!" I said.

"Don't say anymore, I believe you!" Auntie silenced me with her sexy lips.

All women like to hear men say nice things, and Auntie was no exception. So, we stayed close together and talked for a long time. I said many things about my admiration for Auntie, even saying that when I first saw her buttocks covered by her pants, I had the urge to touch them. When I asked my aunt what she thought of me when we first met, she said she didn't feel anything and had a very bad impression of me, especially before we got on the train, when I kept bumping my buttocks with my genitals, which made her impression of me even worse. Later, when we were practicing driving, I bullied her every day, and now it's happening again, she hates me to the core. It seems women and men are different; men like to talk about the good things about women, while women always talk about the bad things about men.

We talked for about half an hour, my penis still inside my aunt's vagina, I didn't take it out. Watching my aunt call me a big bad guy and kiss me from time to time, my penis gradually got hard again, my buttocks started moving up and down again, and my penis started thrusting in and out of her vagina again. My aunt said, "You big bad guy, you said it would only be once, why are you doing it again?" I laughed and said, "I haven't taken it out yet, so this counts as once." My aunt then punched my back and said, "You're a big bad guy, you don't keep your word, my impression of you is even worse now, I'm going to report you for raping me after this." But as the thrusting quickened, my aunt stopped scolding and started enjoying it again.

This time, the sex was different from before. I had already ejaculated once, so I lasted a long time, and I even brought my aunt to orgasm twice, while I hadn't ejaculated yet. I said, "Auntie, I'll play a little longer." My aunt looked at me, nodded, and hugged me tightly.

Just then, my aunt's phone rang. My aunt gestured for me not to move, and told me to reach for my handbag. I took out the phone and saw that it was my uncle calling. My aunt put her index finger to her lips, signaling me not to make a sound, before putting the phone to her ear. My uncle didn't have anything else to say, just asked if my aunt had come home yet and how her practice was going. My aunt glanced at the quartz clock on the wall; it was only a little past six. She said, "I'm practicing, but it's still not working. I'm still scared of cars." My uncle kept saying it would get better with time, then went on to talk about his shopping trip. At first, I didn't move, but as everyone knows, it's incredibly uncomfortable to have your penis inside a vagina without moving. So I started slowly thrusting in and out. My aunt glared at me, but I grinned mischievously and didn't stop.

Just then, my phone rang, startling us both. My phone was in my pants, which weren't far away; I could easily reach it. It was my wife's. Remembering my aunt's lie about still practicing, I answered boldly. My wife asked the same questions as my uncle: had she finished practicing? When was she coming home?

Then she told me she was at her mother's house playing mahjong with her siblings and that I should go home and sleep alone.

As I answered my wife's call, I thought to myself, "This is so exciting! My aunt is talking to my uncle, I'm talking to my wife, and my aunt and I are having sex!" The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the harder my penis got, the more intense my thrusting became. Soon, I ejaculated while still talking.

My aunt clearly felt it as I ejaculated, giving me a fierce glare and a light squeeze on my back. Meanwhile, my uncle was saying goodbye to my aunt, warmly wishing her a good night's sleep and sweet dreams, saying he'd be home by 10 a.m. the next day. At the same time, my wife heard the clatter of mahjong tiles and said, "I can't talk much longer, I'm going to play mahjong now. My brother can't wait!" She told me to wash up before going to sleep, and jokingly added, "Don't miss me!" before hanging up.

"You're such a bad guy!" My aunt pushed me down. "Your uncle was talking to me, and Little Swallow was talking to you, and you shot your load right here?" She then unleashed a flurry of punches. "Your impression on me is the worst right now. I'll never talk to you again." "Auntie," I hugged her tightly, rubbing her bottom, "I'm not leaving tonight. I'll sleep with you." "Get out! Get out!" my aunt yelled. "I won't sleep with you." Seeing she couldn't break free, she said, "Let me wipe myself down there." That night, I slept holding my aunt. Her head rested on my left arm, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist.

My arm ached, but I endured it, feeling it was worth it for my beloved aunt. When I woke up, it was just beginning to lighten. I felt a pang of hunger and realized I'd been too busy making love to eat. Looking at my aunt's full figure and her sweetly sleeping face, I couldn't bear to disturb her dream, so I suppressed my hunger. It felt like a dream, and I couldn't help but ask myself, was I really hugging my beautiful aunt? Was I really having sex with my pretty aunt last night? Looking at her smooth buttocks, I couldn't resist pressing and rubbing them with my hand.

"What time is it?" my aunt asked.

"Five o'clock," I said, glancing at the quartz clock on the wall.

"I'll go make you some food; you have to go to work today," my aunt said.

"Let me hug you a little longer, Auntie." I hugged her tightly, not letting her get up, and my hand touched her vagina again.

"Wanting it again?" my aunt asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

My aunt nodded, reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it. I half-sat up, one arm around my aunt's neck, the other groping my body, my mouth circling and kissing her face. My aunt wrapped one arm around my neck, holding my head steady, and put her fragrant tongue into my mouth. Slowly, my penis hardened again, and my aunt used her hands to lift my body, gesturing for me to mount her. When my penis entered her vagina, my aunt said, "How could I forget, we only did it once, why are you doing it again?" But as I thrust faster, my aunt got into character and began to moan. This time, my aunt had a brief orgasm, but I didn't ejaculate until 6:30, after about an hour and a half of fucking. But by then, it was too late to cook.

"Aunt, let's go out to eat, it's my treat," I said with a smile.

"You've kept me up all night, who else would treat if not me?" my aunt said, still dressed.

We ate fried dough sticks and tofu pudding by the roadside.

"Auntie, are you practicing driving again tonight?" I asked.

"No, I'm not. They bully me during driving practice, and they won't leave," Auntie said.

After dinner, we came back together. I got into my car; it was time to say goodbye. Auntie walked to my car, holding onto the roof, looking at me with deep affection in her big eyes, and said, "Drive slowly, be careful on the road." Then she touched my face, took a few steps back, raised her small hand, and said, "Bye-bye, see you tonight." "Go back and tidy up the house, don't let Uncle find out," I said.

"I know, you can go now," Auntie said.

I drove about ten meters and stopped, turning back to see Auntie already walking towards the building entrance. Her posture was still upright, her buttocks still round, and she still trembled as she walked. I laughed and muttered to myself, "Auntie, my dearest auntie, you've finally become my woman." V.

Since having this intimate relationship with my auntie, I felt much more at ease and almost never went to prostitutes anymore. Not only was my auntie beautiful, but her voluptuous body was also my favorite, and besides, having sex with her was free. However, my auntie was under a lot of pressure. After all, our relationship was illicit, and she was afraid that word would get out and damage her reputation. She repeatedly told me to stop and not to develop it any further. But I couldn't bear to part with my auntie's body, and every time we went out for driving practice, I would forcefully kiss and caress her. My auntie couldn't do anything about it and had to give in. My auntie said,

"You absolutely can't let anyone know."

My auntie always worked at the repair shop and never went home, so I insisted on having sex at her house. But my auntie was very worried, since the repair shop wasn't far from home, and her husband might come home at any time. If she caught him, it would be all over.

So, I rented a single room. When I told my aunt about the rented apartment, she hesitated and said,

"Xiaobo, should we continue? I'm still your aunt, after all." I ignored what she said and pulled her upstairs. Each time, she seemed reluctant, but I persisted, and she was afraid of being seen arguing, so she had no choice but to follow me upstairs. After a while, she stopped saying anything and just followed me upstairs. Every time we finished, she would always say, "Don't let anyone know!" My aunt was finally able to drive herself. My uncle was overjoyed and wanted to treat us to a meal. He came from a modest background and was rather stingy, so he didn't go to a restaurant. He just bought some groceries and set up a table at home, saying that since my aunt was idle anyway, he wanted to give her something to do. To show that he was now wealthy, he also invited my mother-in-law, my second aunt, and my third aunt.

At the dinner table, my uncle seemed very happy, saying many times that without me, he wouldn't be who he is today, and his family wouldn't be where they are today. So, my second and third aunts also praised my wife for finding such a capable son-in-law. My mother-in-law and wife were even more proud at the dinner table. My aunt pretended to be nonchalant, calling him "nephew-in-law" repeatedly, telling everyone that he could now drive on his own and that they could ask for anything in the future. Then she said, "Nephew-in-law, let me toast you." She really acted like an elder. My mother-in-law couldn't stop smiling, saying, "Don't let his young age fool you, he's truly my dear aunt!" So, everyone started calling him "nephew-in-law" too.

After dinner, it was already past 2 PM. My uncle said he had a car waiting to be repaired and was in a hurry, so he was going to the repair shop. My mother-in-law said, "Let's go take a look too." So, everyone wanted to go. My aunt said, "I'll clear the dishes and come later." My wife said, "Xiao Bo, Auntie's been drinking. Why don't you drive over with her later, and we'll see how she drives." My uncle said, "Okay, you can wait a bit." After saying that, I went out with everyone, leaving only my aunt and me at home.

I walked over, put my hand on my aunt's buttocks, and looked at her with a smile. My aunt had been calling me her nephew-in-law the whole time, already embracing her role as my aunt. When she saw me touching her buttocks, she turned around and said, "What kind of bastard nephew-in-law are you, touching your mother-in-law's buttocks?" My aunt's mouth has always been dirty, especially with my uncle; she says all sorts of filthy things, and today she let it slip again.

"I am that kind of bastard nephew-in-law, not only touching my mother-in-law's but also doing *that* kind of thing." I hugged my aunt tightly and pressed her onto the bed.

"Xiao Bo, don't do this, maybe they'll come back." My aunt finally came back to reality and pleaded.

"They can't come back right away, let's do it quickly." I pressed my aunt firmly onto the bed.

"If you do this, don't tell me I'll accuse you of rape!" my aunt said seriously.

"Whatever, Auntie, I want you today, even if it means getting shot," I said, already unbuttoning my aunt's pants.

My words moved her; she stopped struggling and only said, "Hurry up," before helping me take off my pants, saying, "Don't take off your clothes, just hurry up." So, neither of us took off our clothes, and we started making love on the bed, naked from the waist down. This was the second and last time I made love on my aunt's bed; from then on, we'd always made love in our rented room. This time, because my aunt was very nervous, I didn't have an orgasm and kept urging me to hurry. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated. My aunt didn't even wipe herself; she quickly put on her clothes, saying, "You bad boy, couldn't we have had more time to do it in our rented room?" I quickly put on my clothes too, looking at my aunt with a wicked grin. Finally, I helped my aunt clear the dishes before going downstairs and driving to the repair shop.

In the afternoon, my aunt drove around the city with my mother-in-law and two others squeezed in the back, especially driving along the edge of that small grove of trees. My aunt knew I was up to no good and pouted angrily. But the people in the back had no idea what was going on and kept praising my aunt's driving skills. My wife even said, "It's all thanks to my husband, otherwise, would my aunt be able to drive like that?" When no one was around, my aunt pinched me hard and said, "You big bad guy, my pants are full of your dick stuff, all damp and cold." I laughed because my aunt was driving around the city with my semen on her hands and feet, taking my wife and mother-in-law with her. Now that

my aunt could drive herself, I no longer had the chance to meet her at night, which was perfectly normal in my wife's and uncle's eyes. Usually, I didn't see my aunt; I would just go to the repair shop and chat with my uncle. But, when my uncle was busiest, I would still invite my aunt out to our rented apartment to make love. A year has passed in the blink of an eye. In the rented room, I've lost count of how many times I've had sex with my aunt. We were always in a rush, going back and forth as soon as we finished, so no one knew

about our relationship. We were like a normal couple, not just staying in one position during sex, but also trying different things, like doggy style, upside-down waxing, and of course, oral sex. I suggested oral sex; my aunt was a little embarrassed at first, but she couldn't resist my repeated pleas and did it for me. You see, my aunt's mouth is very sexy, and she can take my penis in completely. Her white teeth and the way her throat moves excited me immensely, and I felt incredibly good ejaculating inside her. So we did it often, especially when my aunt was menstruating. The oral sex from beginning to end gave me pleasure from head to toe.

We've done anal sex, but not often, maybe once a month. This is because my aunt's anus is very tight; it hurts her when I try to penetrate, and it's difficult for me to get in. So usually, I just insert halfway and switch to vaginal intercourse.

My aunt has large breasts, perfect for breast sex. The first time we did it, my aunt didn't know what to do. When I ejaculated on her neck, she angrily punched me, saying, "You bad boy, you even let someone squeeze your penis by pressing your breasts, and you ejaculated all over me!" But afterwards, she willingly did it for me. When I sat on the sofa, my aunt knelt in front of me, her hands tightly pressing her breasts, sandwiching my penis between them, and her body moved up and down, I felt incredibly refreshed. At this time, I would stroke my aunt's face, my fingers constantly thrusting in and out of her mouth—it was so beautiful.

My aunt gradually became dependent on me; as soon as she entered the rented room, she immediately transformed into a slut, displaying her wanton nature. After we made love, my aunt would always say, "Xiao Bo, we can't let anyone else know about this, especially your uncle and Xiao Yanzi." I would hug my aunt tightly, stroking her smooth, big buttocks, and smile as I said, "Auntie, this is our secret, no one will know." My aunt would bury her head in my chest, playing with my penis, and say, "Yes, this is our secret."

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