Teacher's Aunt

The beginning... ...A few months before the high school entrance exam... ...
It was the last six months of my final year of junior high. Right after the New Year, I moved into my aunt's house in town.
The reason was simple: my aunt was a teacher at the school, and her house was only two streets away. Moving in with her would help me with my final six months of preparation—at least that's what everyone thought at the time.
Since childhood, I had been a model student, receiving awards every year, and I had never embarrassed my family or aunt at school. Teachers at school always praised me highly, and my aunt naturally liked that feeling too, so she was always very kind to me.
During my junior high school years, my uncle started working on construction projects in other cities, often away from home for a month or more. It was just my aunt and my younger cousin at home. The big yard was quite lonely with so few people. So, when my mom mentioned that I should stay at school to prepare for my studies and asked my aunt to take care of and supervise me, my aunt immediately offered to let me stay at her house. Everyone knew this was the best solution, so it was done.
Since my cousin and I got along very well, and there were only two bedrooms in the main house, I naturally moved into my cousin's room. We had a big bed, and we could play together, sleep together, and even do somersaults together.
The days immediately following the Spring Festival felt just like winter. Because I had evening self-study sessions, my little cousin was usually already asleep when I got home, thanks to my aunt. She would wait for me, give me a few instructions, and then go back to her bedroom to sleep. The bed was naturally warm, and I took advantage of her warming the bed for my cousin to wash my feet and then comfortably go to sleep.
My spring slowly began from there.
By the way, I was 16 years old that year, and my aunt was 39.
Days passed slowly, and my studies became more demanding. Sometimes after self-study, many classmates would still work on exercises and discuss the day's key points, which meant I would get home later. Sometimes, my aunt would wait a long time and fall asleep next to my little cousin. When I came home, she would move around a bit and then fall asleep again, too lazy to go back to her own room. Naturally, I would carefully crawl in and sleep as well. Of course, if my uncle is home occasionally, she definitely won't stay in our bed to sleep. But there are exceptions, namely when they're arguing.
When she stays, she and my little cousin usually sleep at one end, and I sleep at the other. At first, she let my little cousin sleep in the middle, but later she found that both my little cousin and I liked to tuck the blankets in, so she chose to sleep in the middle so that we could both have some blankets to cover ourselves, with more for my little cousin, of course. For many days at the beginning, things were very peaceful, except that I felt I couldn't move around freely while sleeping. Everything was exactly as usual. Naturally, our bodies would sometimes accidentally touch each other, but as long as we weren't asleep, we would immediately separate and go to sleep. We maintained a very good level of nonchalance.
Gradually, I got used to this way of sleeping, and naturally, I was able to sleep better at night. Sometimes when I woke up, I would find that our legs were pressed together, and a few times they were even pressed together. At first, I was naturally embarrassed, but after waking up, I would naturally separate, and there was nothing to say. Anyway, she always slept in her thermal underwear at night, and I didn't feel anything at the time. Now, thinking back, it was definitely an unforgivable mistake.
More than half a month passed in these small encounters, moving forward peacefully.
One night, I came home very late. When I went into the inner room, I found that my aunt and younger cousin were already fast asleep. I washed my feet in the outer room and quietly slipped into bed. Because I hadn't finished my homework today, which was too difficult, I felt a headache coming on and couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. Then, my hand accidentally brushed against my aunt's leg again. I suddenly realized something was different; my hand wasn't touching her long underwear as before, but directly her flesh—or rather, her skin. A sudden surge of excitement coursed through me. I deliberately touched her again, and seeing that her breathing was still steady as she slept, I tried gently touching her with my palm. She stirred slightly and then fell asleep again. I didn't continue, and eventually drifted off to sleep, lost in thought. The question that kept nagging at me was: why were her legs naked? Wasn't she cold when she got up at night? Later I learned that she had switched to pajamas, the kind that's like a coat, so naturally she wasn't wearing long underwear anymore.
From that day on, whenever I looked at my aunt, I felt a strange, inexplicable feeling stirring within me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it then, but it wasn't anything serious; it was just that feeling of being slightly attracted. During the day, when we met at home and school, I started consciously trying to see what her legs looked like. At night, if I had the chance in bed, I started boldly pretending to be asleep, staying close to her. If she woke up, she would move away; if she didn't, it was just as I wanted. Besides, I didn't make any excessive movements, just rubbing her calves a little.
Here, I need to introduce my aunt's situation at that time. She had just turned 39 and had gained quite a bit of weight, but because she had always worked as a teacher, she looked much more elegant and younger than other women her age in town. Most importantly, her skin was exceptionally good for a woman, and her style was more professional; in short, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a lot of charm and sophistication.
Things finally took a step forward unexpectedly.
One night, in the middle of the night, I felt her get out of bed to urinate in the outer room. Her outer room was large, and the chamber pot we used at night was placed outside the bedroom door. Suddenly, I felt an urge to peek. I deliberately turned my face away, squinting, and secretly watched her run back from outside, pulling up her pants. I felt a slight jolt in my groin, which startled me so much that I immediately closed my eyes and stopped watching.
After she fell asleep for a while, I got up to pee. As I quickly crawled inside, she asked me, "
Are you cold?"
I shrank back and said, "Auntie, no, I'm not cold."
Then she touched my feet and said, "You're so cold."
Then she asked me, "You didn't seem to sleep well today. Are you stressed about your studies?"
After I told her a few words about my studies,
she asked again, "Did I wake you up when I got up? Is that why you couldn't fall back asleep?"
I immediately said, "No, I just woke up and needed to pee."
She smiled, released my feet, and didn't say anything more.
A while later, just as I was about to doze off, her hand suddenly moved to my foot again. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't move, continuing to pretend to sleep. Then, just like before, she gently slid her hand across my leg, seeing I was asleep. A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Sure enough, she lightly touched my thigh a few times, paused, and gently pressed her hand against my underwear. Feeling the elasticity of my groin, she immediately withdrew. We both slept soundly through the night, only knowing that when I woke up, our legs were indeed pressed together, flesh against flesh.
After the second night, our little actions started to increase. We both tacitly pretended to be asleep, and even when we were close together, we didn't separate, but nothing too outrageous. At most, we would tease each other lightly when we weren't clothed, but when we were clothed, we never went any further. To be honest, at that time I knew nothing about the female body, and later I learned that my aunt was just playing around with me like a little boy, and had no intention of going any further. At most, she would rub my underwear a few times and then stop. To be honest, this really made me uncomfortable for several days. I knew it would be uncomfortable, but deep down I still wanted her to touch me a few times. At this point, I could boldly touch her from her calves to her thighs, but if I went any further, her hand would slap it down.
Eventually, things took another step forward unintentionally.
It was the middle of the night again. I came back from urinating in the outer room and lay down. My aunt's hand slid over again, and I hugged her leg. Her hand squeezed my underwear a few times through the fabric, but instead of pulling away, it reached inside and grasped my penis. It was the first time her hand had directly touched my penis, and I froze. Her hand began to gently stroke it, her leg pressing against my chest, making my heart pound faster. My penis grew harder and harder; I felt like I was about to explode. Just before my climax, she suddenly released me and left me there. I was frustrated, angry, and helpless. I even had the urge to force myself on her, but reason and fear prevailed. I slept fitfully through another night. That night, I had a wet dream, which was embarrassing, but I made a decision: I would never let her touch me again. I didn't want to suffer anymore.
For several days afterward, I barely spoke to her, especially at night. I stopped sleeping next to her and avoided any physical contact. If we did, I would immediately move far away to the edge of the bed and never touch her again. She realized I was angry. During the day, she would try to talk to me, but I would ignore her—in today's terms, I was very rebellious. This cold war lasted for about a week.
Even when my mother came to visit, she asked if I was uncomfortable at my aunt's house, if something was bothering me. I told her that I was under too much pressure from my studies. My mother even pulled my aunt aside and told her to talk to me and help me not to put too much pressure on myself while still doing well in my studies. Parents always worry about their children, and my aunt just smiled and agreed.
Then, my aunt noticeably started showing more concern for my life and studies, initiating conversations with me about many topics. However, I always seemed listless, and she scolded me a few times in frustration. But I just listened and did what I was supposed to do. Sometimes at night, she would try to be friendly, but I completely ignored her. Even worse, I would immediately go to pee whenever she moved, and she couldn't do anything about it. Our relationship continued to grow cold.
My mental state also started to deteriorate; I became listless and lethargic. Anyway, I wasn't afraid of studying, but I just wanted to rest and not have her interfere so much.
It must have been close to April when I got into a conflict with a classmate at school. It wasn't a big deal, but the teacher thought that a good student like me, who never caused trouble, was in trouble, and immediately notified my aunt. At school, in front of the teacher, my aunt scolded me. I lowered my head, said nothing, and went back to class.
After evening self-study, when I got home, she was already asleep with my younger cousin. She greeted me, but I ignored her and went to sleep. A moment later, her hand touched me again, very gently. I immediately got up to go to the outer room to pee, but to my surprise, she got up and followed me out.
I had just finished peeing when she was behind me. As I turned to go back inside, she grabbed me from behind. I froze. She held me tightly, without moving. I could feel her breath and the softness of her breasts. Helplessly, I whispered, "Auntie." She hugged me even tighter, pressing her face against my back. Her right hand slid down my waist and gripped me tightly.
I trembled. She started moving back and forth, and I could feel her body heating up, her breathing becoming heavier. I tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let me. Her movements became faster and faster. This was indeed my first time masturbating, and such a stimulating first time. I quickly lost control and ejaculated profusely.
She waited until I finished ejaculating, then released me and, head bowed, used the hem of her nightgown to wipe my lower body clean. I could only see her long, flowing hair. I lifted her face with my hand, admiring my adorable yet exasperating aunt up close. The light in the outer room wasn't on, but I could feel her face was flushed, a deep red I rarely saw, a beautiful red that I found attractive. I realized my aunt's expression at that moment was incredibly alluring.
I gentlemanly embraced her, carefully observing her expression. She whispered uncomfortably, "You're not angry anymore, are you?" I didn't speak, but gently called her "Auntie" and nodded. I lowered my head and tried to kiss her face, her eyes, her lips. She returned my kisses, followed by the legendary wet kiss. We pressed together, and she felt my erection again. She pushed me away, saying, "Auntie is doing this for your own good. You can't keep coming like this. Go back to sleep." I obediently went back.
That night, I slept soundly. She didn't come back; she went to her own room. That night, she suffered from insomnia.
The next day, I noticed her eyes were a little red and she seemed unwell during breakfast.
When she saw me looking at her, her face flushed again, though not as alluringly red as the night before, but still noticeable. She avoided my gaze shyly, only saying, "Little cousin, eat well."
This time, I naturally wouldn't act like Erluozi anymore. Although I couldn't show off in front of my little cousin, I consciously finished my meal quickly, greeted her politely, and ran off to school.
That day, I felt unusually energetic and not tired at all. At school, I didn't chat idly. My friends whispered to me, "Go home and get some money, huh?" I smiled, said nothing, and went to play with them.
I ate lunch and dinner at school, spending the rest of the time in the classroom doing homework. I didn't see my aunt at all that day.
When I got home that night, my aunt didn't sleep in our room, and I didn't disturb her. I just washed up and went to bed. I could sense her inner conflict. Thinking about it, it made sense; her actions last night were quite bold. She actually hugged, caressed, and kissed me, her nephew, doing things that are usually reserved for married couples. And then she even used her hand to make me ejaculate. Even I know that's immoral. For the next few days, we didn't speak directly to each other, but she knew from my teachers and my usual behavior that I had made progress. I could feel that the way she looked at me was slowly changing, and naturally, an inexplicable anticipation rose in my heart.
It was another evening study session, and it started to rain. It was cool, and the rain got heavier and heavier.
That night, my aunt was on duty at school. I knew she didn't have an umbrella, so I thought I should do something to make a good impression. As soon as the bell rang, I borrowed two umbrellas from a student living on campus and ran to her office to pick her up. At that moment, I thought I would give her one and keep one for myself; I didn't want to make it too obvious.
She and Teacher Wang were still writing something in her office. I called her from the doorway, and when she saw me, I could feel her face flush slightly, but she quickly composed herself and let me in. Seeing me with an umbrella, Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Your aunt and I were just saying how heavy the rain is, and we don't have umbrellas. How are we going to get home?"
I said, "Auntie, I haven't finished my homework yet. I still need to do some with a few classmates. I brought you two umbrellas; you should go home first.
" Teacher Wang readily agreed, saying, "Thank you. I really need to thank Xiaofeng today."
At this point, my aunt said, "Okay then. Even if it stops raining, go home early and be careful."
I said, "Okay," and went back to the classroom to continue my homework.
I finished the problems quickly, and my classmates were all heading back to their dorms to sleep. My close friends pulled me aside, asking me to join them in their dorms, but I said no, I'd do a little more problems, and I'd go home to sleep once the rain stopped. I'm not used to sleeping in the dorms; they're too messy, haha. Besides, I wanted to sleep at home, because even if nothing happened, at least I could have a good dream.
Who knew the rain would get even heavier? Just as I was wondering what to do, the classroom door opened, and my aunt walked in.
"Aren't you going home?"
I asked her. "Auntie, didn't you go home?"
She smiled and said, "I went out with Xiao Wang and forgot my handbag. I came back to look for it, and seeing how big it was, I just randomly came to ask you to come with me."
I looked at her; naturally, I couldn't say no. We walked out of the teaching building, and she handed me her umbrella. "You hold this," she said. I took it and walked out of the campus under the dim streetlights.
The road was quiet, and we walked slowly in the darkness.
I felt the umbrella was a bit small, so I handed it to my left hand and wrapped my right arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
I said, "Auntie, come closer, don't get wet."
My aunt's body stiffened slightly, and she whispered, "Take your hand back."
I pulled my arm back, but she didn't move away; she just stayed close to me and we continued walking.
We walked in silence, warm and comforting.
The rain suddenly intensified. When we turned into the alley where my aunt lived, she slipped and fell because it was dark and the road was slippery. I immediately reached out to grab her, and the umbrella tilted.
It was a little mishap, but our clothes were almost completely soaked.
Now I felt cold. I held the umbrella in one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist, not letting go. She didn't resist, and we felt each other's warmth. Soon we arrived at her front door. She opened the door, and I stayed close to her, holding the umbrella.
The door opened, we went inside, and closed it.
In the doorway, I put down my umbrella. I hugged her tightly from behind, and she didn't move, remaining still for a few minutes. She said, "Let's go back inside quickly, your clothes are all wet, you need to change, otherwise you'll catch a cold."
I didn't move, continuing to hug her, feeling her body, burying my head in her soaked hair and kissing it.
My body couldn't help but move closer to my aunt. She was wearing her work skirt suit, which was also almost completely soaked, clinging to her body. I felt comfortable hugging her from behind, but at that moment I wanted to be close to her skin, because I knew that would feel even better.
I whispered, "Auntie, I want to feel that night again, is that okay?" My aunt's body trembled slightly a few times, and after a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively slipped my left hand under her clothes and placed it on her lower abdomen. It was so soft there, the feeling of its fullness was simply wonderful. I stroked her for a while, and seeing that my aunt didn't object, I reached my hand down to her lower abdomen. There was more flesh there, and her clothes weren't very wet, so I immediately felt a warm sensation.
Just as I was touching her, my aunt pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body closer, my chest against her back, one hand lifting the back of her skirt, my already erect penis pressing against my aunt's buttocks. Her buttocks were so full; I shifted my body, trying to press my penis as deep as possible into her buttock cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.
I felt my aunt's body trembling, and I asked, "Auntie, are you cold?"
"A little, just hold me tight and don't move, Xiaofeng." At that moment, I felt very uncomfortable down there, and I tried to reach under her skirt to pull down her panties. She seemed to groan, and she grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving, but didn't say anything. I held my aunt tightly, my penis pressed firmly against her, enjoying the sensation. She gradually stopped trembling, her body softening from its earlier stiffness, letting me hold her close.
After being rejected twice, I grew anxious. I whispered in her ear, pleading, "Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable. You promised me you'd do it like that night."
Suddenly, she chuckled, "You little rascal, you had ulterior motives for bringing me the umbrella tonight, didn't you?" Her buttocks sank, and our bodies separated.
I panicked again, quickly turning her body around. "Auntie, you're ignoring me again!"
Now I was very close, face-to-face, pressed against her.
She continued to reject me, softly scolding, "You little rascal, you're no good, I'm ignoring you."
I held her tightly, feeling the warmth and wetness of our bodies, refusing to let go.
She shifted a few times, then hugged me tightly, no longer resisting. Her chest pressed against mine. Feeling her movements, I grew bolder, my hands sliding down her back, under her skirt, and grasping her buttocks. We began to rub against each other, her hands moving over my body. I stared down at her; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes avoiding mine, looking elsewhere. Then her hand lightly touched my erect penis, and
she asked with concern, "Is it painfully swollen?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My aunt said mischievously, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, "Auntie, do I want to do it like last time?" My aunt looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you were a little rascal."
Then her hand slid down and pressed against my lower body. She fiddled with it for a bit, then, sensing my discomfort, slipped her hand inside my underwear and placed it on my penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, initially pulling her hand away, but immediately grasping it again. She gently began to stroke it, instantly sending me soaring into the sky. I couldn't resist pulling her closer, my hands gripping her buttocks as I kissed her. She barely managed to say, "Don't touch me," before my lips sealed hers.
Because we were pressed together face-to-face, and my aunt's left hand was masturbating me, as we kissed, my hands almost lifted her buttocks, placing her on my feet, practically clinging to me. I pulled her close, and her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a powerful, soft sensation spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled her down, pressing her chest against mine.
I was kissing my aunt from above, her breasts pressed against my chest, the sensation so vivid I could feel her nipples pressing against me, while her small hands were stroking me from below. This triple stimulation was almost too much for me to bear. Soon, I reached my climax. My aunt knew I was about to ejaculate, and she struggled to free herself from me, grabbing her skirt and placing it on my lower body, her hands still stroking me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of semen gushed out.
When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my aunt looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. There was a change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I saw a lot of thick semen on her skirt, emitting a strong smell, and there was also a lot on my aunt's hands.
Seeing me watching, she laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, you've made my skirt all messed up again..." I said apologetically, "Auntie, I'm sorry, let me wash it for you." "Who said you had to wash it? Go back to sleep. You've changed your clothes, I'll wash them for you in a bit." Looking at the way my aunt spoke, I felt it was the way she spoke to her lover, a kind of seductive charm.
When I got inside, my little cousin was already fast asleep. I changed my clothes and took them to my aunt, who had already changed as well. Seeing me, she said, "Put them down, go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow." I wanted to linger with her a little longer, but she scolded me in a low voice, "Go back to sleep, you're freezing! If you don't leave, I'll never talk to you again."
At that moment, I truly felt the tenderness and love in her voice.
I said, "Auntie, don't stay up too late, thank you."
She playfully punched me, "Thank you, huh? Is that how you thank me?" Then she laughed to herself.
I laughed too. Since she ignored me, I had no choice but to go back to sleep.
I had another good night's sleep, because I could feel that our relationship had indeed taken a step closer that night.
After all, a good night's sleep is inevitable.
I can't really remember the details of the dream now, but it seemed like there was my aunt and me, and many other people, even some of my female classmates, and our teacher, Ms. Wang. It was all a jumbled mess. We were all going to school together, playing games together, taking a bath together—oh right, there was even a bath! There were white figures everywhere, and my aunt's figure was closest to me, so I could see it most clearly. Anyway, it was all very happy and absurd things; things I'd never even imagined before, I dreamt about. Then suddenly it started raining, and the water became very cold. My aunt and I both got soaked, and then…
But when I woke up, I realized that good things had turned into bad things.
I caught a cold.
Because I got caught in the rain last night and didn't change my wet clothes in time, and for reasons everyone knows, I had a terrible headache and a high fever.
When my little cousin woke me up, he noticed how unwell I was and immediately told my aunt.
My aunt gave me a thermometer, and after taking my temperature, she was terrified—over 39 degrees Celsius! She frantically prepared breakfast for my little cousin and sent him off to school, while simultaneously washing and changing the wet towels she used to cool my head. Seeing that it wasn't helping, she told me not to move. After dropping my cousin and me off at school, she changed her schedule and went to buy medicine so she could ask for leave for me. I forced myself to say, "It's okay, it's alright." But she still rushed off. A while later, my head ached even more, and I felt like I couldn't bear it anymore. In my hazy state, I felt her and a doctor from the clinic come in, give me an injection, and hear her anxiously asking the doctor about my condition. After that, I fell asleep again… When I
woke up again, it was already night.
Opening my eyes, I felt my fever had subsided, and I had some strength in my limbs, but my stomach was growling incessantly. I knew I'd been woken up by hunger. I got up to see if I could find something to eat.
I turned my head and froze.
I found my aunt asleep by my bedside.
Suddenly, I had a strange feeling, and I unconsciously reached out to stroke her loose hair. As soon as I moved, she woke up.
She immediately sat up, touching my forehead and asking, "Xiaofeng, you're awake?"
I smiled sheepishly. "Auntie, what time is it? Why aren't you back to sleep?"
She didn't answer, but touched her own forehead, saying, "Are you hungry? Auntie will get you something to eat."
A little while after she left, I checked my watch; it was 10 pm. I couldn't help but smile wryly; my illness was quite severe.
After she heated up the food and brought it to me, she urged me to eat quickly. I didn't stand on ceremony; my stomach was indeed empty. As I ate, I asked, "Where's my cousin?"
My aunt sat down by the bed: "He's sleeping in my room. You're not feeling well, and I was afraid he might bother you or infect you, so I let him sleep in my room. You should get some rest tonight."
I devoured all the food like a whirlwind. Seeing that I had finished everything, my aunt smiled and said, "Is Auntie's cooking really that delicious?"
I replied, "Of course! Auntie's cooking is delicious! Everything Auntie makes is delicious..."
My aunt laughed. "Before, you always refused to eat at home and insisted on eating at school. Whose fault is that?"
She seemed to suddenly realize the meaning of my last sentence, and I saw her face immediately turn red again. She reached out and pinched my leg hard. "You're so naughty! You deserve to suffer."
I suddenly reached out and hugged her, pulling her into my arms.
I buried my head in her hair and gently asked her, "Will there be more delicious food in the future?"
My aunt resisted a few times, then stopped moving: "You're better now, you're fine. You scared me to death! How am I supposed to explain this to your mother?"
My left hand started to wander, slipping inside her waist and caressing her. She naturally leaned against me, and she took my right hand and placed it on my bulge. She gently pressed and rubbed it through my pants for a few minutes… Just as I was
enjoying this moment, she suddenly pushed me away: “Let go! I just poured water on the stove…”
Watching my aunt rush out, I felt a pang of disappointment.
But at the same time, I realized I should probably go to the bathroom.
Returning from the bathroom, I leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her busy adding water and changing the stove. I suddenly felt this woman was very close, so very close. She seemed like she should be my woman now, but could she? I stood there, lost in thought. Maybe not?
My aunt noticed me standing there and turned back, pushing me: “Be good, go back and lie down. I’ll get you some water and some medicine.”
After standing there for a while, I felt so tired, and naturally, I went back, lost in my own thoughts.
My aunt finished tidying up, brought in medicine and water, and sat on the edge of my bed: "Here, take your medicine, you'll be better tomorrow."
I got up, took the medicine, and as I handed her the cup, I said something I'd been thinking about for so long: "Auntie, why don't you sleep here tonight?"
As soon as I said that, her fist landed on my shoulder: "You little rascal, what are you saying? How can I sleep here?"
I felt wronged and tried to pull her hand away: "Why can't I? We…"
She covered my mouth: "If you keep talking nonsense, no one will care about you anymore."
She broke free and stood up, walking out while saying: "If you don't learn good things, you'll learn bad things. What will you do if you
don't pass your exams?" I immediately retorted: "If I pass, will you sleep here?"
My aunt turned back and glared at me: "With you like this? You'll never pass!"
She ignored me, and I felt extremely annoyed. Naturally, I was a little depressed, but since I hadn't fully recovered, I soon fell into a deep sleep.
Perhaps she thought she caused my illness, or perhaps she realized that maintaining such a close relationship with me was inappropriate. From that day on, she began to keep a certain distance from me again, no longer giving me the opportunity to touch her. However, this time I didn't throw a tantrum, because I always had a feeling that as long as my studies were good, my aunt wouldn't ignore me forever.
Time went on, and my relationship with my aunt had become quite normal. Apart from the near absence of physical contact, she showed more and more concern for my studies and life, and we began to communicate more through eye contact and other forms of conscious exchange. We started to talk more casually, and of course, we became more in sync. I could even sense her affection for me and that subtle, ambiguous love.
Sure enough, in the second mock exam in April, I performed even better than I expected, ranking in the top 8 out of the three classes in my grade. When my aunt called to tell my family the good news, I could tell her joy was genuine
.
That evening, unusually, after my mom asked my aunt to cook something nice on the phone, there were two extra dishes and two bottles of beer on the table. My aunt really wanted to give me a little celebration. I had one bottle, and my aunt and younger cousin each had one.
My younger cousin didn't like the taste; he initially took a couple of sips but refused to drink any more, eating some of his favorite food before going to watch TV.
My aunt and I sat there slowly eating and drinking, talking about school and recent events. Before we knew it, our bottles were empty. At that time, my alcohol tolerance was still very low; after one bottle, I was already feeling tipsy.
I knew I couldn't go on, so I told my aunt and went to my room to sleep. I vaguely heard my aunt telling my little cousin to turn off the TV and wash his feet, and I could hear him saying he wouldn't sleep with his brother who had been drinking…
Just as I was sound asleep, I suddenly felt a chill; someone had crawled under the covers.
Then I felt a surge of heat; she hugged me tightly from behind.
Everything felt so natural. Her body pressed against my back, and her hand gently slipped into my underwear, pulling out my penis…
I tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let me. Her touch was much more skilled and unrestrained than the previous two times. Her back-and-forth movements were very pleasurable, and I quickly reached my climax. Just as I was about to ejaculate, her other hand covered me with a soft piece of clothing.
I suppressed my passion and whispered, "Auntie, what? It's not good to get dirty."
At this moment, she let out a heavy nasal sound: "It's okay, Auntie's underwear..."
Then, I realized that her lower body was pressing hard against my buttocks, and it felt like a brush was sweeping across me—a wet, fleshy brush...
Thinking about this, I couldn't control myself anymore and ejaculated...
With my climax, I felt Auntie's lower body move violently a few times...
The weather gradually warmed up, and my relationship with my aunt slowly stabilized.
Although she could no longer sleep in my and my cousin's bed, I was already very satisfied. Kissing, touching, and caressing had become habitual actions when it was just the two of us. Especially late at night, her helping me ejaculate with her hand had become a must. Perhaps I was a very obedient child then, only knowing how to passively accept, until one night she asked me to masturbate her, and I realized that her desire in this area was actually very strong.
Even when we reached orgasm during masturbation, she never wanted me to see her genitals directly, let alone let my genitals touch her there. Although I always made this request, she would always find a way to avoid it. I knew that she hadn't completely overcome that final hurdle in her heart.
Until one afternoon before May Day, I twisted my ankle during PE class and took half a day off to go home and rest.
As soon as I entered my aunt's house, I saw my uncle at home, talking to my aunt. It seemed that my uncle was having some cash flow problems at the construction site and wanted to take some money from home for emergencies, but my aunt wasn't too willing. When my uncle and aunt saw me limping back, they asked me what happened with concern. I said I twisted my ankle and would be fine after resting for a while. Just then, my uncle's friend came over to talk to him. My aunt gave me some safflower oil, and after I greeted them, I went inside to apply the medicine to my injury.
They talked for a while in the outer room, and in the end, my aunt had no choice but to agree to my uncle's idea and gave him her savings book. My uncle finished his business, came in, chatted with me for a bit, told me to rest, and then hurried off with his friends.
After my aunt saw them off, she came in and sat down on my bedside to talk to me. She asked me to stretch out my legs so she could see if I was alright, saying, "None of you men are any good. Your uncle doesn't bring money home, he takes money out, and when he comes back, all he wants is money. He's only been sitting for a short while before he wants to leave, and he even has someone call him, as if he's afraid I won't let him go
." Seeing that she wasn't happy, I smiled and tried to hug her, but she pushed me away and pressed me down on the bed: "You just lie down properly. Even in this state, you're still just as troublesome as your uncle." After saying this, she probably realized that she was comparing me to my uncle because of her troublesome behavior, and she couldn't help but laugh. Seeing this opportunity, I grabbed her waist from below and pulled her onto me. She twisted a few times, but not with much force, and then leaned down, letting her long hair fall over my chest.
This was probably the first time during the day I'd admired her face so closely and intently. Her skin was a bit loose and not very fair, and upon closer inspection, there were quite a few wrinkles around her eyes. But what struck me was how clean her face was; unlike the acne and freckles on most girls' faces in my class, which I really appreciated. Her face shape was also very beautiful, with a dignified air, and the slight blush that had just appeared on her cheeks, combined with her loose hair, made her even more captivating.
Seeing me staring at her like that, she lowered her head and gave me a small bite on the lips: "Look, look, you think I'm old?"
I didn't say anything, but instead returned her kiss. She didn't pull away, and in that instant, in today's terms, it was a scene of kissing and tongue-fighting—I won't go into too much detail. To be honest, even now, I can still recall the feeling of her tongue swirling around in my mouth.
Breathing heavily, I asked her: "Auntie, is the outside door locked?"
My aunt's hair was completely disheveled, and her clothes were in disarray. She no longer looked like the dignified teacher she usually was. She smoothed her hair, her face flushed, and said, "You're going to kill me! I have to lock the door." Then she ran out.
A little while later, my aunt came back in with a bath towel. I mischievously asked, "What are you doing with this?"
My aunt told me to get up and spread the towel on the bed. Then I reached out and started pulling at her clothes. She didn't resist, letting me unbutton her shirt and take it off. Then my hand went to her buttocks, and I lifted her skirt up to her waist.
She laughed and scolded, "Just take it off, it's so uncomfortable like this," while pulling at my clothes. In no time, I was only wearing a tank top. She threw my underwear on the floor: "You should have washed it, why didn't you change? It's so dirty." I then tried to pull at her underwear. She kicked me, saying, "Don't touch there." I then tried to pull at her bra, and she pushed me away again, saying, "Don't touch there." I couldn't help but get angry, and I plopped myself up on the bed: "You won't let me touch you anywhere, it's so annoying!"
Just then, seeing my displeasure, she crawled closer to me: "You little rascal, are you angry?" I ignored her, deliberately turning my back to her. It was the old-fashioned beginning again; she hugged me from behind, her hand reaching forward and grasping my genitals, starting to fiddle with them. I deliberately stiffened my body, ignoring her. Seeing that I wasn't responding at all, she laughed and gently scolded me, "You little rascal, so petty!" I snorted and ignored her. After
a few strokes, she seemed to lose interest. She paused, then whispered in my ear, "Don't you want Auntie to put on clothes?" I hummed in agreement. She thought for a moment, then asked again, "Auntie doesn't need to put on clothes, but you have to be obedient from now on, okay?"
I asked, "Obey what?" She flicked my genitals with her hand: "It means you have to do whatever Auntie tells you to do, otherwise Auntie won't come with you."
I didn't think much of it at the time: "Okay." And I agreed.
She lifted my vest from behind and hugged me again from behind. I could clearly feel her two mounds pressing against my back, their hard protrusions making me feel her body tremble. At the same time, her lower body pressed against my buttocks, and I could feel the heat and moisture there. She began to rub gently against me, her hands moving to the front to caress my genitals. I couldn't help but feel hot inside. My
aunt hugged me from behind for a while, then, feeling that I was about to climax again, she let go.
I rolled over to face her and said, "No way, Auntie, why are you going to abandon me again?"
At that moment, I realized she was also staring at me, and her expression was strange, as if she was making a decision. This startled me, and all the pleasure vanished.
I asked, "What's wrong, Auntie? "
She countered, "Auntie's not happy if I don't give it to you, is that it?"
I nodded naturally, "Yes, it's very uncomfortable."
Auntie's face flushed that alluring blush again. She thought for a moment and said, "Auntie definitely can't let you really do that..."
Seeing my displeased expression, she added, "Actually, Auntie is feeling unwell..."
Before she finished speaking, she pulled me into her arms and showered me with kisses, making me clumsily hold her back. Another round of passionate kisses ensued, and my lower body began to stir again. Her kisses didn't stop; she started kissing my face, then my neck, then my shoulders, and finally my nipples, sucking on them forcefully. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was instantly aroused. My hands shoved down at her breasts, trying to pull her up.
Who knew she ignored me, and kept kissing my lower abdomen, then my thighs, finally stopping near my genitals. I immediately felt something warm, soft, and wet enter my lower body…
I almost exploded. I tried to sit up and move her head, but she was swallowing and releasing forcefully, and I couldn't pull her up. Then, slowly, the feeling of impending explosion subsided, and I naturally began to enjoy the service. I felt the pressure of her lips and wanted to see clearly how I was entering and exiting her mouth, but her hair completely covered it. I leaned forward to brush her hair away, but she shook her head forcefully, refusing to let me see.
Then, she slowly moved her body closer, one leg pressing against me, and then she straddled my chest. Her body completely blocked my view. Just as I was about to resist, her buttocks slowly moved back, and I could feel her fluids rubbing against my body.
She leaned completely over me, but in the opposite direction. At that moment, I finally understood what my aunt meant. Her lower body was completely exposed before me, and my mind went blank.
Then I heard her say heavily, "Auntie wants some too..."
At that moment, her large buttocks were a vast expanse of fluid, her thick pubic hair soaked through. The fleshy red opening between them opened and closed, a scene I could never have imagined. I could even smell the erotic scent emanating from there...
I tried pressing it with my finger, and my aunt's body trembled. Her opening contracted, and more fluid flowed out. Then, the sounds of her sucking on me grew louder. I felt my aunt was being too good to me. I kissed her, and with one suck, a mouthful of fluid filled my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but my aunt's lower body was pressed firmly against my face, and I choked and swallowed it...
Anyway, it was like this, so I didn't care anymore. I used my mouth to bite her protruding tender flesh. My tongue began to work hard... I pushed inwards, and her vagina seemed to contract, trying to force my tongue out, but I licked even harder… After
a few movements, my aunt's breathing became heavier, and the force with which she sucked on me increased suddenly. I felt my breathing becoming difficult, and the sensation in my lower body intensified. Finally, just when I could no longer control myself, my aunt's vagina suddenly contracted several times, followed by a gush of hot fluid that filled my mouth. Since she didn't get up, I had to swallow it back down. At this point, I didn't want to control myself anymore; my lower body thrust a few times and then surrendered in my aunt's mouth…
My aunt turned around and sat next to me. In front of me, she actually swallowed a mouthful, then used her clothes to wipe the white liquid from the corner of her mouth. I asked, "Auntie, aren't you going to spit it out?"
My aunt looked very satisfied: "If you don't spit out my stuff, then I won't spit out yours."
My aunt went downstairs to clean up and brought me a bowl of water to clean my mouth. She laughed and scolded me, "I didn't intend for you to use your mouth. I was thinking of having you use your hands to help me after you saw it. You're so naughty..."
I leaned against the headboard, pulled her close, and hugged her, rubbing her nipples with my hands: "Auntie, if you eat me, I'll definitely eat yours too..."
As the passion faded, my aunt suddenly asked me, "How's your foot? Did you hurt it just now?"
I felt it and said, "It's okay, Auntie, it's fine, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore."
My aunt got up and dressed while saying to me, "Xiaofeng, this is the most we can do. If you listen to your aunt from now on, your aunt will still treat you well..."
By this time, I was no longer a novice boy who had never seen a woman's genitals. The vast expanse of flesh there had left a deep stimulation on me. I said, "Auntie, I think we should both use our genitals..."
Before I could finish, my aunt scolded me: "If you keep talking nonsense, that's your uncle... If you say that again, I'll never talk to you again..."
I stuck out my tongue, knowing I had hit the nail on the head, and stopped talking.
She muttered to herself, "Actually, things are already wrong now, sigh..."
I got dressed, and she told me to rest while she washed the dirty clothes and went to make dinner.
That night, of course, passed uneventfully, but from then on, my aunt and I could finally be completely naked together, and our relationship progressed significantly. And from that day on, I became obsessed with this kind of sex, which I later learned was called 69...
Just like my lower body erupted, today, May Day, my memories have also erupted. This is a true account of my experience. If you believe it, we can share and support each other; if you don't, just consider it my own entertainment. Regardless, after reading this, please give me a shout-out, thank you...
After this 69 battle, my relationship with my aunt improved dramatically. I could feel her affection for me from time to time. Not only at home, but even at school, whenever it was convenient, she dared to get close to me.
The only regret was that, in any situation, even when she was most aroused, she wouldn't allow me to touch her private parts with my lower body. If I got close, she would pull away, even if she got angry with me, she would still insist on this.
I couldn't disobey her, so I simply gave up on taking things further.
Time flew by, and May was almost over. My sex life with my aunt this month or so... well, it wasn't exactly sex, but it was still sex, and it was quite enjoyable. My aunt, in particular, started paying more attention to her appearance, and she started wearing light makeup. She seemed much more energetic than before, and her skin had improved considerably. As Mr. Wang said, she looked like she was 10 years younger. As for me, even if I had a strong desire to completely seduce her, once she used her oral skills, I naturally surrendered, having no energy left for anything else.
Even when she's cooking, when no one's around, if I tease her, she'll put her hand directly on my pants and rub it a few times. She's also accepting of my harassment, like fixing her hair, kissing her face, or even just touching her with my hand. These things are quite normal for her. Towards
the end of May, my aunt cut her long hair, saying it was too hot. Unexpectedly, this haircut attracted even more attention. People who knew her said she looked much younger, and she seemed quite pleased with herself, often trying to show off in front of me. I played along, hugging her and praising her. She would then say that I was much better at talking than my uncle, and that my kindness to her hadn't been in vain. She told me
that my uncle also liked her using her mouth, but she always thought it was dirty and didn't want to. But with me, she could completely let loose. At this point, I would say to her, "So, I can use your mouth now, but you won't let me use your other half, only letting my uncle use it. You're being unfair." Then she would scold me, saying I was heartless, didn't appreciate her kindness, and that it was too much for an aunt to do this; I couldn't let my uncle down. I had nothing to say, and could only think to myself, how could she treat me like this?
The scariest time, the one that taught us a lesson, was one night in late May when we almost got caught.
After evening self-study, I brought back some problems to do, and my aunt had set up a cool bed in the yard for my little cousin. My cousin played for a while and then fell asleep. My aunt came in to get him a blanket, and seeing that I was covered in sweat, she used the hem of her nightgown to wipe me down. I smelled her fleshy scent and naturally didn't want to miss it, so I started teasing her. She told me to take the blanket out and bring it back, but I said no, and pressed her down, wanting her to give me a few blowjobs. She struggled twice, but seeing that she couldn't resist me, she squatted between my legs, took me out of my shorts, and started giving me oral sex. I lifted her pajamas with my hand, slipping my fingers inside her panties to touch her genitals. Soon, her panties were soaked.
Perhaps we hadn't heard the gate open while we were struggling. Just as my aunt was taking off her panties and bending over to wipe the semen from my penis, I suddenly heard my uncle talking in the yard. "Why doesn't this kid cover himself up when he sleeps? Xiu, Xiu, where are you?" Startled, we separated abruptly. She immediately got up, put down her pajamas that I had lifted, threw her panties, soaked with both our fluids, under my table, and quickly ran out of my room. I quickly pulled up my pants, pretending to study.
Then my uncle called again, "Xiu, bring me some tissues. I drank too much today, and I have diarrhea."
My aunt's voice came from her inner room, "Wait a minute, let me get a blanket for my son." She then walked into my inner room with footsteps so soft I could hear her, picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and said loudly, "Xiaofeng, I don't have any blankets here. If you're not sleeping, take this out and use it." Then she pinched my arm hard before leaving. At that moment, I noticed that my aunt was holding a cup and rinsing her mouth. That
night, because I had already satisfied myself, although I was nervous, I felt uneasy thinking that my aunt would definitely let my uncle do it to her that night, so I fell asleep feeling awkward. My aunt, on the other hand, was frightened and unsatisfied, and tossed and turned all night.
The next day, my uncle took my little cousin to the construction site for the day. When we had another chance to be together, she said, "Luckily, my uncle was drunk last night and only let me finish with my mouth. He didn't insist on doing it with my genitals, otherwise it would have been bad if he found out I wasn't wearing underwear." She seemed a little guilty, because that night she served my uncle better than before, because he knew my aunt didn't like giving him oral sex. This time, however, he was very satisfied and kept praising her. Even her haircut turned out well, since he had always objected when my aunt wanted to cut it short.
Then I asked her, "Auntie, do you actually like to eat? Which one is more satisfying to eat, mine or your uncle's? What's the difference?"
She pinched my arm and whispered in my ear, "Your uncle's is much thicker than yours."
I looked hurt, and she grabbed my hand again, saying, "But yours is longer… it'll be even better in a few more years."
I laughed and let her lean down and start sucking my genitals again… Of course, I also wanted to comfort her after her fright the night before, so I pushed her down onto the bed and licked her thighs all the way down…
This 69 session was naturally very successful and very enjoyable…
Ever since my aunt and I had our 69 session, she's been more relaxed when no one else is around.
And during those days, we gradually got used to using what we called "verbal battles" to give each other maximum pleasure.
Although I knew I hadn't completely won her over, I was truly satisfied. Whenever she buried her head under me, I felt incredibly excited and fulfilled, especially watching her expression as she swallowed; I always felt like the happiest person in the world.
She was the same; she liked to press my head under her skirt, and whenever she couldn't control herself, she would clamp my head between her thighs, making it difficult for me to breathe. She also liked to make me drink her vaginal fluid, saying that only then could she prove I didn't mind her and that I genuinely cared for her.
Life continued peacefully, absurdly, and erotically.

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