My second aunt is unbearable

My second aunt
is

a beautiful woman, though not voluptuous; she

's rather thin but very feminine. In my memory, she was very glamorous. When I was little, I remembered her loving to dress up, and I thought
that marrying a woman like her would be a lifetime of happiness.

This year is my college entrance exam year. In my second year of high school, due to the pressure of studying, my family decided I should
live with my second uncle, who lived closer to the school. So, throughout my second and third years of high school, I lived with my second aunt. I saw her every day.
My second uncle often traveled for work, and my brother, my second aunt's son, was in
university , so I often had time alone with her. At that time, I already understood matters between men and women. Although my second
aunt attracted me, I knew it was immoral to think that way. Besides, my relationship with my second uncle was quite good
; if I thought about it in that way, it would really be... I felt guilty. Although I was so close to my childhood sweetheart,
I knew I couldn't, I really couldn't… Back then, the pressure of studying was immense, so I became obsessed with things that allowed me to relax

, like masturbation. It was the best way to relax completely, and every time I finished, I felt energetic the next day and could fully immerse myself in my studies. I usually studied until after 11 PM, by which time my aunt was already asleep. I would start masturbating in my brother's room, imagining my aunt naked while doing so. It felt incredibly good , and I really wanted to have sex with her. My aunt was very caring towards me, which I knew. I was already a grown man, and I considered myself good-looking and had a good physique. Many girls at school would hint at their feelings for me, but I knew that my studies were the most important thing at that time, so I ignored them. However, I knew that my aunt's care for me seemed to stem only from her affection for her nephew. She would often ask me if any girls were pursuing me at school, and if so, to ignore them, etc. She was generally against me having a boyfriend. I think I understood that there was something subtle going on between us. It was probably past 11 PM that day. I had finished reviewing my homework and started masturbating . I knew my aunt was already asleep, so I didn't think much of it. I didn't lock the door or turn off the lamp; I just started doing it in the room. Suddenly, my aunt pushed the door open and came in. I was startled, my right hand still holding my erect penis, and I hadn't even pulled up my pants yet. My aunt looked at me in surprise; she seemed startled too. My face turned red, and I didn't know what to do. The atmosphere became awkward. I saw my aunt was also a little embarrassed . She probably hadn't seen me like this before. In her mind, maybe I was a sensible child, maybe I shouldn't have done this. I instantly felt that my image in my aunt's eyes was completely ruined, so I quickly tried to say something: " Um... I'll go to sleep right away..." After saying that, I realized how stupid I was. My aunt didn't listen to me; instead, she came in. She walked over to me, looked at my penis, and said, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" I figured I couldn't hide anything, so I said, "Nothing, I'm just feeling bored and want to do something." She smiled and said, "Have you finished your homework?" Hearing this, I realized my aunt didn't consider it shameful, so I didn't feel embarrassed anymore and calmly replied, "Yes, I've finished it all." At that moment, I noticed my aunt was wearing a nightgown, the low-cut neckline revealing her delicate cleavage, below which were her long, shapely legs. At that moment, I felt no shame whatsoever; my only thought was wicked desire . I knew that right now, I wanted to have sex with her! My second aunt seemed to notice my gaze, and my penis became even more erect. I saw her staring at me there. Suddenly, she looked away and said, "I got up to go to the bathroom and saw you were still awake, so I came over. It's getting late, go to sleep now." As she was about to leave, I looked at the faint red underwear under her thin nightgown and couldn't control myself anymore. I grabbed her hand and said, "Second Aunt, I can't take it anymore, I want you! I was thinking about you just now!" She turned around, looked at me, then at my erect penis, blushed, and couldn't say anything . I knew she hesitated, and if she hadn't come into my room dressed like this today, I would never have had any improper thoughts about my second aunt. It was just a moment of impulse; I think it was a sudden surge of intense passion that made me lose my mind and say those words. My second aunt finally spoke, and I seemed to feel boundless love in her words. She said, "Silly boy, what are you talking about?" I told her all my childhood memories of her and my innermost thoughts, and for a moment, I felt a great sense of relief and ease. After I finished speaking, something unexpected happened... My aunt grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt an infinite softness that instantly melted me. She said, "Okay, just this once, silly boy..." And just as she finished speaking, my penis felt like it was about to burst, and I no longer restrained myself. My other hand naturally slipped into my aunt's red panties under her pajamas... I immediately slipped my hand inside her red panties, just touching her soft pubic hair. I thought if I were a little faster, I could touch the secret garden I had always fantasized about touching and feeling its temperature and moisture . At that moment, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Um... wait a minute..." I was confused Had she changed her mind? No way! I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" She pointed to the window and said, "It's too bright in here; people outside will see." I glanced back out the window. Indeed, my second aunt's house was across the street from another apartment building. Looking out from this angle , I thought, if anyone were standing on that balcony right now, we'd be completely exposed . Ha, my second aunt was more cautious. As for me, in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything. So, I got up and turned off the lamp. Instantly, it was pitch black. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Thankfully, the people across the street weren't asleep yet; their living room light was on, quite bright, and a faint glow streamed into our little secret room. Now, it was just the two , and we could play all night long, if we could. However, the darkness seemed to prevent me from seeing her clearly , but what did it matter? As long as I could be with her, I felt I'd be satisfied with anything tonight !

Without thinking too much, I turned off the light and immediately threw myself into my aunt's arms, starting to grope her body.
She began to move in response. I started taking off her pajamas, then her bra, and finally her panties. A sliver of light from
the bedroom shone on her, a silvery glow. Her skin was so smooth. I could vaguely see
my aunt's breasts and areolas. Although she was very thin, her breasts were still quite full, below which was a
dark, inverted triangle, mysterious and alluring. I wondered if those dark areas were the alluring pink
lips.

Just as I stood there, lost in thought, my aunt said, "Silly boy. What are you thinking about? Take yours off too
."

I snapped out of my daze. My aunt seemed quite anxious. You could tell that although she appeared
very serious, her eyes didn't lie, did they? The moment she looked at my penis, I knew she
was also burning with desire. No wonder, my second uncle is often away,
sometimes leaving my aunt alone at the door. It would be abnormal if she didn't have feelings for him, wouldn't it?
I quickly took off my shirt and underwear; my penis was already rock hard.

In the darkness, we were very quiet; we could almost hear each other's rapid breathing and heartbeats—the
calm before the storm.

My aunt spoke first: "Come here, let me help you relax."

She sat up and grasped my penis. Although she was almost 40, her hands
were still slender, making my whole body tingle. My penis felt incredibly hard; I had never let
a woman touch my penis before.

This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; it was amazing. I felt needed, it was an aggressive touch.
You feel like the woman in front of you is horny, she needs you, and she wants to devour you. Just as I was
enjoying it, I suddenly felt something wet. It turned out my aunt was giving me oral sex. The repeated, lubricated thrusting was driving me
to ecstasy. I felt an unbearable urge surge from my head down to my lower abdomen, where it gathered and
exploded. Yes, I ejaculated.

After spitting out the semen, my aunt said, "First time with a woman, huh? Heh, pretty quick."

I scratched the back of my head, stammering, I couldn't control myself.

My second aunt smiled gently as she wiped my penis with toilet paper. After ejaculating, my mind cleared,
but as she wiped me, I stared at the blackness of her genitals, imagining her pink
vulva , my already limp penis quickly throbbed again. My
aunt looked at my swollen member with surprise.

I lost control, pinning her to the bed, spreading her legs, and thrusting my penis
towards her dark forest. At first, I seemed to hit pubic hair rather than labia, feeling a ticklish,
fuzzy sensation. Then, my penis touched wet, smooth flesh—a woman's
genitals , my aunt's secret garden. Initially, because I hadn't aimed correctly at the vaginal opening, it felt very hard, but
in my panic, I quickly found the entrance to her secret garden.

In an instant, I was inside, deep within the garden. I was
inside my aunt's body, our bodies intertwined. It was such a wonderful thing! I didn't thrust;
I just kept my penis fully inside her.

Her vagina was tight, gripping my lower body tightly, giving me a warm feeling.

It was body temperature, the temperature of her body. At the moment I thrust in, my aunt groaned
, and as we merged, she held me tightly. Strangely, the orgasm
I felt came quickly, but this time it wasn't so fast. And just like before, my aunt
cried out excitedly, "My silly boy, you're amazing! Faster, move, move, let me feel you!!"

As my aunt felt pleasure, my body began to move back and forth like pistons. More and more love juice flowed from her
vagina And so, we changed positions.

What I used to see in porn has now become teaching material. I penetrated her from behind, and my second aunt sat on top of me
. We both sat up and hugged each other. I also penetrated her from behind from the side.
I felt that this was the happiest day my second aunt had ever had in the past three months at my second uncle's house. I felt that she seemed to have been thirsty for a long time,
and a strong desire to devour me intensely stimulated my sexual nerves, making me thrust even more violently. About 20 minutes passed, and I felt another strong burst of energy coming from my lower abdomen. I reached orgasm

again , almost ejaculating completely. My aunt's love juices had also flowed out in a large puddle. We cleaned ourselves up quickly, and seemingly due to excessive physical exertion, we soon felt sleepy and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was school, so I needed to get a good night's sleep… Ring … Ring… I was woken up by the alarm clock. I opened my eyes, and it was already the next morning. Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night. My aunt and I had been very intimate and sweet, and I couldn't help but smile foolishly. But when I looked around, my aunt was gone. I walked out of the bedroom and heard the sound and smell of fried rice coming from the kitchen. It turned out my aunt had gotten up early and was making breakfast for me. I tossed a "Get up!" into the kitchen. She said, "Okay, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, then eat." Hearing this, I was a little disappointed. It was the same simple dialogue as before. After last night's physical intimacy and passionate lovemaking, had we not gone any further? Why was her tone so calm, without the passion I had expected? Had she forgotten the moment we spent together yesterday? Or was my experience yesterday just a dream? Was it something I imagined? I chuckled, thinking how foolish I was. Why think so much? Besides, yesterday was real. Can't I tell the difference between reality and a dream? What a ridiculous thought! Breakfast was already laid out on the table. My second aunt and I sat opposite each other, just like always. I stole a glance at her; she was so calm, as if nothing had happened last night. A heartless woman! I thought childishly, but I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Um, yesterday…" My second aunt immediately interrupted me, "Only you and I know about yesterday. Don't tell anyone else, understand? And this won't happen again. Okay, let's eat." My heart sank instantly. What?! This woman is so cold-blooded…

I'm home. My second aunt shouldn't be like this. She should be a very considerate and gentle woman.
But then I remembered that before we did it yesterday, she said it was just this once, and she was serious.
I thought she didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But was what she did yesterday just to satisfy my restless teenage
heart? I can't understand it. What was she thinking? Why didn't she tell me the truth? I finished
my breakfast dejectedly, packed my books, picked up my schoolbag, and left. "Second aunt," I said, greeting her as I went to school.
She said, "Okay, be careful on your way, and pay attention in class!"

Hearing this, I seemed to understand and couldn't help but smile.

Ah, my second aunt is still the same gentle and sweet second aunt. So all that was just to make me
focus on my studies and not get distracted. Yes, after all, I'm about to take the college entrance exam!

"Okay, I know!" I replied.

I thought I should listen to my aunt and forget about yesterday, focusing on my studies. But
I found I couldn't. The first period was math. My eyes were on the blackboard, but my mind was on my
aunt's . Her seductive voice echoed repeatedly in my mind as we intertwined,
"Faster, faster! Oh, you're amazing!"

The second period was history. The history teacher was a woman with a hot body. She wore tight jeans, revealing a clear slit between
her legs . Having experienced yesterday, looking at a woman's buttocks now felt like a
tantalizing glimpse. I knew that between those legs lay a warm and moist paradise.

Then, my aunt's parting words echoed in my mind: "Pay attention in class." So my gaze returned to
the blackboard, but unconsciously, I imagined the history teacher as my aunt again, remembering her
wild . I thought, although she's a strict history teacher usually, I
wonder what a wild little beast she'll become in bed!

And so, the day passed by in a blur. I couldn't forget my second aunt at all. All day long,
my mind was filled with her—her in her business attire, her in jeans, her in a skirt, her in pajamas,
and even her naked. Every single one of her beauties captivated me; every version of her could mesmerize me. I think at that moment, I
was immersed in the small happiness of having her. I was happy. But now, it's impossible for me and my second aunt to be together anymore.
So perhaps I should listen to her and study hard; that's the key.

A month passed, and life seemed to return to normal. I studied diligently, and
my relationship remained the same. Every day, I went to school and came home; she went to work and came home. Recently, the whole school organized a mock
exam for the entire grade. After the exam, I felt I had done very well. When the results came out, I was in the top 10 of my class for the first time.
My homeroom teacher also gave me high praise, saying I still had potential for improvement.

I immediately called my parents to share the good news. They both said it was all thanks to
my second aunt, who takes such good care of me, and that I now have a comfortable learning environment, much better than at home
. They told me to keep up the good work!

I was very happy, so after school that day, I rushed back to my second aunt's house to tell
her the good news.

After listening, she patted my head and said, "If you put in a little more effort, you'll improve even faster!"

I joked, "Since I did so well on the test, second aunt, you have to give me a reward!"

My second aunt readily replied, "What kind of reward do you want? What do you want to eat? You can have anything you want,
second aunt will definitely fulfill your wishes."

Originally, I wanted to say that I wanted to eat her sweet and sour fish. My second aunt's sweet and sour fish is really delicious; every time
she makes it, I finish the plate completely. But when I heard my second aunt say that she would give me whatever I wanted, I
had a wicked thought.

I said, "Second Aunt, I promise I won't say anything nonsense, and I also promise I... I'll study hard in the future,
it's just, it's just..."

Seeing me stammering, my second aunt quickly asked, "It's just what?"

I said, "It's just that I want to take a bath with you, like a couple's bath!"

My second aunt was taken aback and said, "You're being silly again! Didn't I tell you? Have you forgotten?"

I said, "I haven't forgotten. What I want most right now is to take a bath with you, just a bath together,
nothing else. Second Aunt, please grant me this small request."

My second aunt thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I promise you, but not today. Today is my period."
"Wait a few days, I'll tell you when it's okay. But you have to study hard, okay?"

Hearing my aunt's agreement, my heart felt like a flower blooming again, basking in the warmth of the sun.
I quickly said , "Okay, I know. But before that, could you make me sweet and sour fish, Aunt?"

My aunt smiled contentedly, "So that's what you want to eat? Hehe, little cat, of course!
Aunt will go downstairs to buy groceries now..."
Sitting

at my desk, with a pile of practice exam questions in front of me, I felt very full after dinner. But I
thought if I had my aunt's sweet and sour fish in front of me, I could eat more. It would be so delicious! A
delicacy ! In a few days, I could finally fulfill my wish of taking a bath together with my aunt. Just thinking about seeing
her alluring body and those pink lips I longed for day and night made me
excited . My penis suddenly became very erect, pushing against my soft undershirt, but for a moment, it hurt a little!

What did my second aunt say? She's on her period these past few days. I know a little about that; menstruation
is when a woman has her period. Usually, that stuff is considered dirty; it's blood flowing from the genitals. Menstruation is usually
a girl's secret, known only to her closest friends or lovers. But my second aunt told me all
this . Maybe she's no longer wary of me.
I guess I'm now her closest person. I can't help but feel happy that our relationship has progressed.

I shouldn't think about that anymore. I started working on my homework. I felt that if my grades
kept improving, my second aunt would be happy, and she would be more relaxed about our relationship
. Anyway, I think she's worried about my future, thinking about my future. I don't want to
burden guilt, so I need to study hard.

Three days have passed. Today is Saturday, school is out, and my classmates and I went to the gym to play basketball.
It's something I do every week; I use basketball to relieve the stress of the week's studies. Today,
I played with extra enthusiasm, and when I got home, I was soaked in sweat. My aunt
was watching TV, and I thought she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a pink, slightly see-through tank top, with a hint of
black bra visible through the cutouts, adding a touch of mystery. She was also wearing a white skirt. What kind of underwear was she wearing?
I wondered mischievously.

Just then, she stood up to greet me, saying, "You're back! Why were you playing so hard today? Look how sweaty you are
!"

I said, "They were all really good players today, so I was having a blast."

My aunt said, "Go take a hot shower to cool off!"

As soon as I heard "shower," I remembered the promise I'd made with my aunt earlier. At that moment, it seemed like she realized it too
; her face turned a little red.

I said, "Then come wash with me, Auntie, is that alright today?"

Auntie said, "Okay, I'll help you wash properly, you must be filthy right now!"

So after a quick wash, we went into the bathroom together. Auntie's house has a
solar-powered , so we can shower anytime. Auntie tested the water temperature and then locked the bathroom door. We
faced each other, looking into each other's eyes. The bathroom was dimly lit, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. Suddenly,
everything in the bathroom seemed sexy: the dim lighting, the large mirror, the toilet,
the long bathtub, and the smooth showerhead.

I used to think this place was dirty, but now, because of Auntie, everything was different. Her
long hair flowed beautifully under the light. As Auntie took off her pink tank top, she said, "Take
off your clothes." My heart started racing as I watched my aunt undress piece by piece. My penis involuntarily
hardened. I quickly undressed, and a straight, erect penis stood erect between my waist and legs
.

My aunt didn't undress completely, leaving only black lace panties. The question from before was answered: her
panties were the same color as her bra, and the lace seams made her pubic hair faintly visible, making me even more eager
to see below. But my aunt didn't undress, which was really teasing. I thought, the first time we made love
, I didn't get to see her little secret because of the dim lighting. No matter what, I couldn't
miss this opportunity today.

I said, "Aunt, take off your panties too. I really want to see your private parts."

My aunt looked at my erect penis, and I saw a hint of longing in her eyes. She slowly took off her lace
panties . Although the bathroom light was dim, I could still clearly see her inverted triangle-shaped
secret garden.

My second aunt noticed my gaze was fixed on her lower body and said, "Alright, let's wash."

We then entered the bathtub filled with bubbles. She stroked my skin, helping me wash
. She took my hand and placed it on her breasts.

I understood, and began to rub her breasts with my own hands. Her breasts were firm and elastic. I circled them
clockwise , and I sensed she was enjoying it. Soon, she moved her hand down my abdomen,
eventually finding my penis. She squeezed out some shower gel and began washing it. With her
friction quickly became erect again. I then picked up some shower gel, put some
in my palm, and moved it towards her vulva.

I touched her two exposed labia, the flesh so tender it made me want to take a bite.
There was something hardening on them, I thought it was her clitoris. I had read in a book that it was the G-spot for
women , very sensitive, and that it would grow longer and more prominent during sexual arousal, somewhat similar to a man's
penis. I couldn't help but touch it.

Unexpectedly, my second aunt exclaimed, "Oh..."

in a seductive and alluring voice, the most sensual female call. She said, "What are you doing? How did you
know where I feel best?"

I replied, "Auntie, are you comfortable? Then make you happy!"

She laughed and said, "No need, let's focus on washing."

So, I obediently moved my hands elsewhere and began washing her vulva. She
cooperated by opening her legs, and through the slightly murky water, her vulva was completely exposed
before me. I saw the two fleshy patches of her labia minora protruding, like sea clams, a
lovely pink with slightly black edges.

The labia majora were difficult to distinguish because of the pubic hair. However, I could vaguely see that the skin was very
fair , and the vaginal opening was even more tender, feeling wonderful to the touch. My second aunt's anus was the most beautiful,
with perfect patterns that made me want to explore inside.

In short, everything was perfect. The person in the picture, her little secret, was
so well-maintained.

My penis was getting increasingly swollen. Perhaps we both understood each other; we were controlling our lust, trying not to let it erode
our spirit and moral bottom line. But the more we suppressed it, the more it swelled. I could
see my aunt's face turning red, perhaps from me caressing her genitals. My
penis, being played with by her, was also yearning to find a good opening to thrust into. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Aunt
, I can't take it anymore, give me oral sex." My second aunt seemed to sense that my penis was about to ejaculate, and
her body seemed incredibly hot, indicating a need. She didn't say anything, just nodded. We got out of
the bathtub , and she had me sit on the washing machine next to the tub. Her sexy, thin lips immediately
swept over my penis…
Just

as my second aunt put my penis in her mouth, I was simultaneously
electrified by this sudden softness. I felt an electric current gradually spreading from my penis to my brain. At that moment, I felt as if my penis
had fallen into a pile of soft, warm, and moist cotton.

My second aunt kept licking the surface of my penis with her soft tongue. She made me a little itchy,
but more than that, I felt a strong surge of pleasure from my lower body. My second aunt continued to tease me with her mouth and tongue.
Looking into her greedy eyes, I felt that she was incredibly wanton at that moment. But she was so beautifully wanton. I
liked my second aunt's slightly aggressive approach.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I'm a masochist when it comes to sex. I crave a woman
with a strong drive; I love that burning desire in her eyes. I want her passion to consume me,
to swallow me whole, to make us one. I loved the position my aunt was in when we first had sex, the way she
sat on me. I loved all her intensity towards me, just as I love mature women—
I love them because they're more in control!

Having learned from my first experience, I knew my first orgasm would come quickly, but
after the first ejaculation, it wouldn't be as easy to ejaculate again immediately. The second time, it would last much longer.

So, I grabbed my aunt's long hair with my right hand and began actively thrusting into her mouth
. Because of the rapid thrusting, she moaned and groaned. Hearing that seductive sound, combined with the smooth, burning sensation
in my lower body , I quickly ejaculated, all of it into her mouth, with a little
spilling out, which she licked back up with her tongue.

I saw my aunt swallow my bodily fluids. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to stop her, saying, "
Auntie , it's not good to eat that stuff."

Although I had seen actresses swallow semen in porn before, I always thought it was just for filming purposes.
Now, seeing it with my own eyes, I felt it was a bit too much. After all, it was my own semen.
Just thinking about it made me feel a little disgusted. And my aunt's lips were so beautiful, her tongue so lovely.
It really made me feel like this had tarnished the image of an angel in my mind.

I thought to myself, I can't make such a low-level mistake again. But my aunt didn't seem to find it dirty at all. On the contrary
, she seemed to enjoy it. She really needed it. I saw her close her eyes, savoring
the taste of my bodily fluids, as if she were intoxicated. She said, "No, it's great!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how much my aunt was enjoying it, my guilt lessened considerably.

Then my aunt turned on the shower. My
penis was still covered in saliva and semen from the oral sex she had given me earlier, so she helped me wash it. She caressed it lovingly, her
slender fingers radiating tenderness, which I could feel.

I was enveloped in her love. What kind of love was it? Was it the love of an elder for a younger generation? Was it the love
between Was it sexual love between a man and a woman? Or was it romantic love?

I racked my brains trying to figure it out. Maybe what we had between us wasn't just sexual love, but something deeper,
perhaps romantic love. I wasn't sure if it was, but I thought that at that moment, she might have fallen in love with me, and this love might
have stemmed from sex.

But thinking about it carefully, there was a nearly 20-year age difference between us. Just considering the age difference,
it seemed absurd for love to develop between us. My thoughts wandered far away. I looked at my aunt; she
was still so beautiful and charming. She was the woman I had always dreamed of!

I held onto this thought firmly, a feeling I'd had since childhood.

And now, my wish had come true. My dream girl, we were naked, exchanging
the secrets of our bodies. Thinking of this, my hands unconsciously began to caress my aunt's body. The shower
water made her skin even smoother and whiter. I wanted to devour her whole.
My hands roamed quickly over her body, as if I couldn't bear to let go of this moment. I was
afraid reality before me would suddenly vanish.

I touched her breasts, her lower abdomen, and then stroked her private parts.
Wasn't I the only one with the key to unlock that private place? Thinking this, I felt a secret thrill, and my
penis hardened by my fantasies about my aunt, reached its peak.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and my penis, like a pillar standing
upright up. I pulled my aunt's hand and gestured for her to come towards me. She understood, turned her back to
me, and sat down on my lap. Although she was petite, she had a large bottom. She
guided my penis to her vaginal opening with her hand, and sitting down like that, I entered her smoothly.

As I mentioned before, this was my favorite position to use with my aunt, making her
the protagonist of pleasure. This position allowed my penis to penetrate so deeply, as if it had reached her climax. My
penis filled her entire vagina, and we became truly one. Her large bottom
sitting on my lap gave me an unprecedented feeling of sexual bliss. Her bottom was so soft and elastic, and
it seemed to carry a unique feminine fragrance that gradually spread throughout the bathroom.

My second aunt started thrusting up and down, slowly at first, then faster. It began with soft moans, then
gradually grew louder. In this position, my second aunt was thrusting, while I was almost completely still, only making small
movements in response. So I felt like my second aunt was fucking me! And I was being fucked by my second aunt! At that moment, while feeling
the piston-like motion my second aunt was giving me, I imagined her raping me.

That exhilarating feeling of being abused by a woman I liked spread throughout my body. The way she
was thrusting meant she needed me, didn't she?

Feeling this need, my penis swelled to an unprecedented size. I felt her vagina gripping
me even tighter, and my hands weren't idle either, going forward to massage her clitoris. Her moans
became more wanton; she cried out, "Mmm, almost there, so hot, coming, coming!"

I increased the speed of rubbing her clitoris, and I saw that her expression was one of pain, but she showed no
sign of stopping. I knew she was feeling pleasure, not discomfort. This lasted for about 15 minutes when I
suddenly , a contraction that seemed to exert a strong suction on my penis.

At the same time, my aunt's body began to convulse, a rhythmic convulsion. My penis
felt like it had been doused with hot water, and my penis began to gush rhythmically with her contractions
. This milky white, gelatinous fluid started flowing down my thighs. There was a lot of it, and
her contractions continued for quite a while.

My aunt ejaculated. Yes, my aunt, panting heavily, said, "That was so good, she came."

I saw that she seemed very tired, but the contractions didn't seem to have stopped. It seems that women's orgasms are
different from men's. Thinking of this, I felt that I should keep my aunt in that wonderful state of orgasm, after all, orgasm
is precious to every woman.

I said, "Second Aunt, hold the washing machine."

She did as I said. I stood up, and at this moment, I was penetrating her from behind. I grabbed her
buttocks and started moving my body back and forth, my penis going in and out of her still-orgasmic
vagina . I heard her cry out again, so I sped up. Because of the strong
contractions of her vagina earlier, my penis had been intensely stimulated and was on the verge of orgasm. So now, experiencing
high-speed friction, my penis instantly swelled up like a fire hydrant, the powerful pressure forcing it to ejaculate a strong stream of fluid.
The moment my semen sprayed deep into her vagina, my second aunt let out a terrible scream. That thrust, that scalding
torrent seemed to have been deadly!

After the orgasm, we both seemed very tired. I pulled out my penis and saw
white liquid flowing from my second aunt's vaginal opening. I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or my semen. Since we were both very tired,
we quickly washed our lower bodies and came out wrapped in bathrobes.

We

helped each other out of the bathroom. My second aunt seemed to have expended more energy. We
went to the living room, I put her on the sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching. My second aunt likes to watch
dramas, especially Korean dramas.

I suddenly remembered that once, her colleagues from work came to visit, and they watched dramas together,
discussing the plot. I overheard my second aunt say, "I like watching dramas with a third party involved."

I heard her colleague chime in, "You're the same as me! I like that kind of thing too."

I thought to myself, "That's probably what most women like."

Thinking of this, looking at my second aunt, who seemed a little weak but looked at me with infinite tenderness, I switched to
a channel showing Korean dramas. My second aunt, like an obedient child, was immediately captivated. Earlier,
when I first came in, I had seen her watching this program.

This is the hottest Korean drama right now—My Lovely Sam Soon—so we watched it together. We were watching the scene where the male lead confesses his love to
the female lead , and she says, "I like hearing things like that..."

Suddenly, I thought of the saying, "Women dress to please themselves." It seems women are born to love being loved by men, surrounded by men
; women especially love that feeling of being loved.

As long as it's love, it seems like there are never too many men. If possible, it seems women are born
to be cherished.

Thinking of this, I moved closer to my aunt and placed my right hand on her shoulder. She
nestled against me like a little bird. I placed my left hand on her thigh, gently caressing her.
If I were an observer at that moment, I think I would feel that we were like a pair of mandarin ducks, tightly embracing
each other . But is being together forever? Can our love be eternal? Will it receive blessings?

These are all troubling questions, but I know my own feelings, my feelings for my aunt, and I also
clearly feel her attachment to me.

Looking at my second aunt, who seemed like a blissful young woman, I spoke up, "Um, second aunt, you
know what?"

"Well,"

I stammered, unable to say anything.

My second aunt looked up at me, her freshly washed long hair falling onto my arm. "Say what?"

"What is it?" I continued, "You know what? I love you!"

A tempting blush instantly spread across my second aunt's cheeks. She lowered her head, remained silent for a moment,
then suddenly leaned in and kissed me.

I saw the happiness radiating from her face, like a woman in her early twenties, incredibly beautiful.
But after a while, she hesitated again, calmly saying, "No, you know, there's no future for us
. Don't take it too seriously, you know? Right now, it's just that kind of relationship, just sex! I know,
sometimes, I need you! You're a great guy, you're really great! But that's all!"

I didn't believe what I heard. I thought, although words can lie, the eyes don't lie, right?

I said to her, "You mean, we're just playmates? Auntie, I truly love you,
I like you from the bottom of my heart, I don't see you as just a playmate!"

Auntie was startled, looking at me with deep affection. I knew she was touched, but her expression remained
resolute . She said, "Listen, silly child, you have a long road ahead of you, you have a long way to go. You
'll meet other girls, and you'll fall in love with them!"

Seeing how determined Auntie was, I panicked and said, "I don't want anyone else, I only want you!"

Seeing me like this, Auntie thought she would be heartless again, but unexpectedly, she pulled me close and
hugged me tightly. I hugged her back tightly.

She said, "Silly child, I don't know what this will bring..."

Suddenly, a phone rang, interrupting her. We let go of each other; the phone was next to the sofa,
so my aunt could easily reach it. She picked it up: "Hello... Ah, honey."

I was startled; it was my uncle calling. I also saw my aunt pause at the same time.
She looked at me uneasily, her expression seemingly conflicted, then she avoided my gaze.
She continued talking to my uncle, they asked each other about work.

She said, "Honey, I miss you so much."

I leaned closer to listen and could vaguely hear her voice on the other end.

"I miss you too, wife. I'll be home soon."

I saw my aunt's eyes light up, as if she was very expectant. "When are you coming back?" she
asked eagerly.

Women's minds are truly incomprehensible to men, even after a hundred years. Who does she love now? Does she love my uncle,
or does she love me, or is she two-timing, wanting more than she has?

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very agitated, so I reached out and stroked her thigh. I wanted to test
who she really felt for.

My aunt was startled by my crazy actions. Then I realized that what I was doing was truly
insane. She was on the phone with my uncle, and I was caressing her smooth skin,
heading towards her sensitive spots. My uncle was completely unaware on the other end of the phone. If he found out,
who knows what dangerous things would happen next!

My aunt struggled to break free, but I didn't care about the situation at all. The thrill of walking a tightrope over a fire was
driving me crazy. I didn't know what was wrong with me, how I could become so out of control.
I think it was because the wife's heartfelt words to her husband, "I miss you," that made me so jealous, which is why I acted
this way.

My aunt stopped struggling; she covered the receiver, winked at me, and said, "Don't do
that. I'm talking to your uncle."

I whispered, "I know!"

My aunt couldn't do anything about it, so she let me caress her while she continued her call with my uncle.

About five minutes later, they finished talking. After hanging up, my aunt turned to me and said, "
Why acting like this? You can't keep doing this. Your uncle will be back next
Monday ...

" "Your uncle will be back next Monday," my aunt said seriously.

Those words echoed in my ears. Today was Saturday, which meant he would
be back in one more day.

This was my uncle's first return since my relationship with my aunt and I became more like playmates.
I wasn't mentally prepared for this sudden change.

What would happen to my relationship with my aunt now that my uncle was back? How should I face my second uncle?
Will he notice the subtle changes in my relationship with my aunt?

Faced with this mountain of real-world problems, I truly feel ashamed of my absurd and
inappropriate behavior just now. However, reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy; one must always learn to adapt, right?

I think I should handle this like an adult. I apologized to my aunt, saying, "
I'm sorry about what happened just now, but I won't do it again!"

I promised my aunt again. My second aunt was clearly still bothered by what had just happened. Seeing her
concern, she said, "You should know that we did this to satisfy each other! If you take
this too seriously, I don't think it will be good for either of us."

I realized the seriousness of the situation at that moment, and this time I felt relieved, saying, "Second aunt, don't worry about it
. I understand. I was just too emotional."

She said, "Yes, it's good that you understand our current situation. We're just satisfying each other's physical needs.
Remember, if you need anything in the future, come to me, and if I need anything, I'll call you, but the condition is that
no one can find out. Especially not your second uncle."

I stopped being so stubborn. I understood my second aunt's worries. What happened between us
shouldn't have destroyed our originally happy and complete family. They were a loving couple, and they had a
bright son in college, my older brother. My previous naive thoughts were somewhat ill-considered.
Although my second aunt and I might be in love, our love wouldn't be blessed by others. Our love could only exist
underground . The day we were to be open about it would be the day our love was destroyed!

I said to my second aunt, "It's a promise then. I think if I need you, I'll come to you! And you too
!"

My second aunt smiled contentedly and said, "Yes, I will!"

Monday evening, after self-study, I got home and was surprised to find my second uncle opening the door. He was back, just like always
. I hadn't seen him for over a month. We exchanged pleasantries for a while. When he learned that I
had done well on my mock exam, he seemed very happy and offered me some words of encouragement.

I saw my second aunt watching TV nearby, occasionally adding to the conversation about my studies.
In short, everything seemed the same as before, except that the secret was only known to my second aunt and me. Looking at
my uncle, still so enthusiastic, I realized he was completely unaware of what had happened during his month-long absence. Seeing his unsuspecting
look , I suddenly felt guilty. I said a few words to him briefly and then went back to my room to study. As

I did my homework, I couldn't help but wonder what my husband and I were doing. After
all, we hadn't seen each other for over a month, and today was their first day back. They were definitely going to make love! Thinking about this
made uneasy, and eventually, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I got up and opened the door a crack, through which I could clearly
see the sofa in the living room. Just then, a scene I desperately wanted to avoid, yet which was unfolding before my eyes, began to play out .
My uncle was holding my aunt tightly in his arms, and they were kissing passionately. A moment later, my uncle turned off the TV
and pulled my aunt into the bedroom… Seeing this, I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I stood frozen in the doorway, a sharp pain shooting through my chest. I knew, to be precise, that my heart was aching. I knew how I felt about my aunt; I couldn't bear to see the woman I loved being held in someone else's arms, being intimate with someone else. But I couldn't change the facts. It wasn't proper, and I couldn't express my grievances. So, I could only silently endure this pain, trying to show others, especially my aunt, that I was strong. I returned to my seat, unable to calm down for a long time. My mind was filled with thoughts of what the couple was doing. They were probably already having sex, and my aunt was probably enjoying herself immensely. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. It was strange. Before my aunt and I became sexual partners, I knew that she and my uncle were doing it in their bedroom, but I never felt this way before. I always acted like nothing was wrong. But ever since I became intimate with my aunt, I started to care about her. My heart couldn't this. I tried to stop thinking about what they were doing and focus on my studies, but I couldn't calm down. So I turned off the lights early and prepared to sleep. Lying in bed, I felt incredibly empty and bored. To make myself feel better and find some comfort, I started masturbating while thinking about my aunt's naked body. Slowly, I fell asleep... In my hazy state, I vaguely heard someone come in. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe it. It was my aunt! She was incredibly beautiful, wearing a floral bra, her long, flowing hair draped over her shoulders. I sat up and said, "Second Aunt, what brings you here? Where's Second Uncle?" She walked to my bedside and sat down, saying, "He's asleep. I missed you, I want you! Come and fuck me!" She grabbed my hand and put it inside her sexy panties; those were my familiar pink lips, now sweetly moist. I started masturbating her, and she began to moan excitedly, "Darling, fuck me to death..." Just as our passion reached its peak, the door was suddenly pushed open. Second Uncle stood there in surprise, watching us writhe on the bed. His eyes blazed with fury, and he grabbed the desk lamp, throwing it at us while hurling vulgar insults, "You two adulterers, how dare you do this behind my back!"

" Oh no, I saw the lamp flying towards my head, a tragedy is about to happen..."

I suddenly opened my eyes, everything was pitch black. I gasped for breath, still seemingly in
the shadow of my second uncle's rage. Where am I? A hospital?

Am I injured? I instinctively touched my head, it was completely unharmed, no bandages.
I tried to make out objects in the darkness, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a dream!

I'm lying in my bedroom now, but what I just saw was so real. My second
aunt 's body, her madness, her wildness, her lewdness, and her allure—it was all so vivid.
The whole room seemed to still be filled with her delicate fragrance!

Suddenly, I felt something wet down there. I reached into my underwear and touched it—sticky
liquid . It turned out that while I was dreaming about being intimate with my second aunt, I had also ejaculated. I had a wet dream!

It was all just a wet dream! Besides feeling relieved that it wasn't real, I also felt a little lost.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was 3:15 AM. The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock
. They were probably fast asleep, I thought.

An overwhelming loneliness and solitude gradually spread through my body, and a bone-deep emptiness
washed over my heart, causing a dull ache. I wondered how long my second uncle would stay after he came back, but I really
hoped he would leave soon, leaving just me and my aunt in our happy world.

The feeling of loneliness was truly awful. Ever since waking from the dream of my second uncle's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, I hadn't been able to
fall back asleep. Until it was already bright outside, I spent all my time in a daze. I
couldn't concentrate on my classes at all during the day. Their passionate behavior on the sofa yesterday had broken my heart. How I wished there
was a woman beside me right now, to comfort my wounded heart!

After a heartbreak, a person's defenses are very vulnerable. Having a passionate woman by one's side,
even a stranger, can make one feel better, providing a reason not to feel lonely.

It was history class during evening self-study, and the history teacher had changed into a new outfit again. Everyone
in the grade knew how much the history teacher loved to dress up; she changed clothes almost every two days, as if class was her fashion show. Sometimes
I wondered if she had some ulterior motive.

She was a high school teacher, facing students all day long, so why did she always dress so provocatively? To seduce her
male students? Thinking about this, I suddenly chuckled foolishly. For some reason, ever since enjoying
some family time , I've always had a tendency to overthink older women.

Perhaps it's like us men—as we get older, we still like beautiful young
girls, and older women like young, handsome men. I chuckled mischievously, excited by my new discovery, but then I wondered,
could she have fallen for one of the male teachers at the school? That's why she dresses like a prostitute every day?
The thought of prostitutes suddenly sparked a spark in my mind. Yes, that should be exciting!

So, after the first evening self-study session, I made up an excuse to ask my homeroom
teacher , he readily agreed. Studying hard certainly gives you more opportunities! I told the teacher I had a stomachache, probably
from enteritis.

The teacher immediately gave me a concerned look and said, "Alright, while you're studying, you should also take care of your health.
After all health is the foundation!"

He wrote me a sick note and let me go. Everything went so smoothly. As I rode my bicycle, thinking about how I
was about to realize my new idea, I felt incredibly relaxed. The emptiness that had plagued me all day
was completely dispelled by my new idea. My whole body was burning with fiery passion, boiling over in awe.

I rode to "Fragrant Powder Street"—"Fragrant Powder Street" is just a less mainstream name. This street has a more prominent
name, Huaibin Road. It's a relatively quiet area about five blocks away from the bustling city center. "Fragrant Powder Street," as the
name suggests , is a place similar to a red-light district.

This street was lined with massage parlors, nightclubs, and bathhouses. Some of the establishments had a rather suggestive atmosphere,
with dim, reddish lighting inside and lace curtains at the entrances, making the interior decorations appear and disappear.
Several lanterns hung below the signs.

I knew about this place because it was a frequent topic of conversation among boys, especially
when discussing scantily clad girls on campus.

We'd say, "Look at her, she looks like she came from the 'Pink Powder Street'!"

Although this analogy might be a bit inappropriate, since the women on "Pink Powder Street" were almost all prostitutes,
it only meant that the girl was dressed provocatively, without any deeper meaning.

Indeed, the women on this street were dressed very provocatively. Like the woman walking in front of me, she wore
a tight V-neck top, the low neckline seemingly exposing her entire cleavage, and an extremely short
mini-skirt —so short that if she bent over even slightly, you could see her underwear. She wore
very high heels, and as she walked, her hips swayed, the clatter of her heels on the concrete making
a sexy sound. Her long hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, and of course, she wore bright red, sexy lips.

Watching the beautiful woman's gait, and fantasizing about the pink flesh between her legs, my penis started to harden
, pressing against my jeans. A sharp pain shot through me, and I had to stop walking
behind her. I looked around at the shops, considering which one to choose. After all, I came
here to enjoy myself, not just to look around. After looking around, I found that almost all the shops here were
the same , offering nothing more than massages and foot reflexology. So, I wandered into a small shop further inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw four very attractive women sitting in the lobby. Upon seeing a customer
, one of the older women came over to greet me: "Come in, come in!"

Her voice was very affectionate, and I felt as if I were being lured into stepping inside.

I asked her, "Do you offer foot reflexology here?"

Since I had never been to a place like this before
and I could only ask tentatively.

She said, "Yes, we do. Quickly change your shoes and come to the back room."

I changed into slippers and followed her into the inner room. I guessed she was the owner or something
, because she seemed to be the oldest among them. Would she be doing my foot reflexology herself?

I couldn't help but wonder, so I asked, "Will you be doing my foot reflexology?"

She turned her head and said jokingly, "Yeah, what's wrong? Are you trying to say I'm old?" I didn't expect
her to be so direct, hitting right where it hurts.

However, I wasn't thinking about other young women; I actually prefer older women now,
especially married young women. I quickly said, "No, I like you, sister. I just wanted to
confirm if it's you who's doing this for me." She smiled happily, "Heh, you're quite the charmer!"

Following her into a small room, I looked around. In the center of the room was a massage
bed, and next to it was a bathroom. The room was dimly lit, everything appearing yellowish-brown.

She pointed to the massage bed and said to me, "Sit down, um... you just want a foot massage? Don't you want
any other services?"

Hearing this, I felt they were about to get to the point, so I asked, "Others? What other services
do you offer?"

She said, "Like oral sex and stuff."

My heart leaped with joy. I thought, "I came to the right place, and I even met such a lovely auntie!" But before making this kind of deal, I probably needed to ask about the price first, lest I be ripped off. I
asked, "
How much for ?" I couldn't wait to ask about the price. Seeing my eagerness, the proprietress's face lit up. She didn't answer immediately, but instead pulled down her red bodysuit. With that pull, the clothes seemed even tighter, and her two large breasts stood erect, protruding forward. Was she seducing me? I wondered. Just then, I also carefully observed her. When I first entered, because it was my first time in a place like this, I was a little nervous and hadn't really looked at this auntie properly. Her figure was undeniably stunning. If you ignored her face and only looked at the area below her neck, you'd think she was in her early twenties —large breasts, a large bottom, and most strikingly, her incredibly thin waist. It seemed I could easily wrap my arm around her. Her slender waist made her breasts and bottom appear even larger. She was truly a mature woman; it was a waste for her to be a prostitute with such a figure! I felt sorry for her. Her face, however, didn't look so young. Faint wrinkles appeared around her eyes and on her cheeks when she spoke, but she was still undeniably beautiful. A round forehead, a pert nose, and deep-set eyes—eyes that seemed to see right through you, a kind of profound wisdom that comes from experience. Judging from her age, she was at least ten years older than me. She continued to tease me, her deep eyes filled with affection, her hips raised, her head turned, her mature womanly charm suffocating me. She finally spoke: "Oral sex is 90 yuan a time, good technique!" I was stunned. That was too expensive! It's just playing with a man's penis with her mouth, is it really that expensive? But looking at this alluring auntie in front of me, I really didn't want to miss out! I longed to be devoured by her seasoned body. Now I think, the more mature a woman is, the more beautiful she is; the older she is, the more alluring she becomes. Luckily, I had enough money, so I said, "So, you'll do it for me?" She said, "Yes, but if you want, you can use someone else!" I saw a hint of disappointment in her expression when she said that. After all, this was how she made her money, so I couldn't let my money go to someone else. I let her do it; that was the biggest benefit I could give her. We settled the deal, and she got up to close the door. In the small, enclosed space, only this aunt and I remained, the two of us alone. She unbuttoned her shirt and said, "Young man, you don't look very old. How old are you?" Although I'm only 20, I'm quite tall and look mature. I remember one morning I was late for school and hurriedly hailed a taxi. The driver, probably around 28 or 29, asked me after I got in, "Brother, where are you going?" I was both amused and exasperated. I thought if I exaggerated, people who didn't know me would believe me! I said, "I'm 25. And how old are you, sister?" She said, "Hmm, I knew you weren't young. I'm 32." I knew this was probably a conservative estimate; for business reasons, she was probably around That meant she was the same age as my second aunt, but although my second aunt was also 39, she looked younger because she took excellent care of herself; her face had almost no wrinkles. Another woman of auntie age! However, I prefer aunties with a strong feminine charm. Women generally have careers and happy families. Time has taught them competence and shrewdness; the only regret is that they are aging. They have a fighting spirit against time, a desire to regain their youth and passion. So they probably crave the attention of young men like me, that kind of reckless passion. When I asked her a second time, "Will you do it for me?" her somewhat disappointed eyes told me that she not only wanted to earn my money, but also my body. In front of this sexually voracious old prostitute, I was like her long-awaited prey! Her proud eyes seemed to want to possess me completely, as she was enjoying her meal! She took off her top and skirt, leaving only a leopard-print bra and thong. I was intoxicated by the beauty before me ; it was truly a mature female body! This auntie was much prettier than my second aunt when she wore underwear. Her buttocks were pert and round, as if waiting for a man to protect them. Instantly, I felt a strong feminine scent waft towards me, a truly intoxicating aroma. She looked at me, sitting blankly on the edge of the bed, my gaze brazenly searching her body. She said with satisfaction, "Hmm, let's wash your big treasure first!" Saying that, she stood up and went to the bathroom to get water. Her buttocks, clad in thongs, were facing me. I could see that the thin strap at the back couldn't cover her thick labia majora at all, with a few pubic hairs covering them . The thin strap only covered her labia minora, preventing me from seeing the pinkish-red flesh that fascinated me. Her lower body was very full, like her breasts, which seemed about to burst out from under the underwear, and the mystery below the strap fascinated me. I desperately wanted to rush up to her right then and there, rip open her panties, and shove something inside me. Looking at her plump, tender vulva, my penis was already hard. Just then, the aunt came out with a basin of water. As she placed the basin on the chair, she looked at my erection and said in a slightly seductive tone, "Little brother, aren't you hot? If you're hot..."

" Take off all your clothes...

"

I obediently took off all my clothes. My penis, freed from the constraints of my pants, felt liberated and
shot up at a 45-degree angle.

Auntie looked at my penis with greedy eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh...so big! Very good! Come
here, let me wash your little darling."

I obediently walked to her and half-squatted over the basin. Auntie's hands began to splash water on my penis.
The water was neither too hot nor too cold, and the water flowed over my swollen penis, feeling wonderful.
After , Auntie's hands began to rub it. Her fingers were very slender, her nails were long,
and her skin was very delicate, like a baby's. It was a pair of very feminine hands. Being touched by such hands, I felt
female hormones surging around my lower body.

She wasn't really stroking me; it was more like she was giving me a penis massage, pressing and rubbing
clockwise at the base of my penis and the frenulum. She seemed to know a lot about men's G-spots, their erogenous zones. As she massaged
me, I felt a surge of heat rising from my penis, and my body quickly heated
up .

She was squatting down, legs spread apart—the position a woman squats to urinate in. I looked at her spread
legs; the strap of her thong was now nestled between her labia minora. I could see her
labia now, lazily peeking out, the inner part wet, like a
thirsty , welcoming the entry of her longed-for penis.

I was captivated by the alluring sight, and I longed to touch the deep, fleshy opening beneath those labia. My
hand unconsciously moved towards the area between the auntie's thighs, but halfway there, I suddenly remembered that I was
there to perform oral sex. Would touching her like this be considered an unnecessary service?

So I asked her, "Sister, you've already touched my little darling, so can I touch yours?"

The auntie probably expected me to lose control, but she didn't expect me to ask her that.
A . She said, "My little darling is very delicate! You have to take good care of her!"

With that, she grabbed my hand that had been hovering in mid-air and guided it to her secret place. I used
one finger to lift her thong, pulling the panties to the right side of her little darling. Now, her little darling
was completely exposed to me. As she said, it was indeed very tender. A little bit of nectar seeped from the opening, making her
labia very smooth and moist. I placed my hand on it, and the feel of her labia minora was truly delicate and tender!

Perhaps it was the result of long-term nourishment from the honeyed juices at her entrance! I thought, looking at her wet little hole, my
penis involuntarily twitched up and down twice.

The auntie saw all of this and said, "Looks like little brother's little darling wants mine
!"

I said, "Sister, you're really something, not only are you beautiful, but your little darling is even more beautiful, of course my
little darling will be impatient!"

I knew that if I asked for other services, I wouldn't have enough money, so what I said earlier was just
a joke.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, after all, we didn't know each other before, this feeling was very exciting. We
were doing a sex transaction, I gave her money, she provided services, and complete strangers would strip naked,
seeking each other's paradise. It was a transaction that allowed us to see each other's body secrets; it was a transaction that led me
to meet this auntie who was much older than me.

If this wasn't a sex transaction, she might be one of my classmate's mothers, or my neighbor's auntie.
But now, here, we didn't have so many concerns, age and seniority didn't matter, all that mattered
was the most primal desire between a man and a woman!

She handed me a dry towel to wipe my genitals, saying, "Lie down on the bed, I'll do it for you right away
."

I lay down, and she told me to prop my legs up and spread them apart so she could bury her head between them
to give me oral sex. She didn't start oral sex directly; instead, she massaged my penis with her hands , not much different from the massage she

did when washing it— it felt very stimulating. The difference was that this time she massaged my scrotum, playing with my testicles. She gently rubbed back and forth rhythmically, and I felt my penis tighten even more. Just as I was enjoying the almost melting sensation in my testicles, a hot spring-like heat enveloped my genitals. The oral sex had begun; she started sucking on my penis with great force, as if my genitals were trapped in something inescapable. She slowly began to sink, and soon she started using her tongue to create pleasure for me. Her tongue was very strong; my penis was intertwined with her tongue in her mouth. This feeling was amazing, completely different from the feeling when my aunt gave me oral sex. This felt much more intense, and I felt like she was seducing me, seducing this younger brother who was more than ten years younger than her—a strong sense of conquest. I couldn't help but marvel; she was so old, yet she still had such a strong sex drive! It was truly impressive! Her tongue began to move up and down, faster and faster. My penis felt not only the softness of her tongue but the occasional contact with her teeth. Her teeth were like a sex vibrator; whenever my penis scraped against them, it felt like being electrocuted. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly, I felt a heat gradually building up in my lower abdomen. I felt an orgasm was coming, so I shouted , "Sister, it feels so good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Hearing me shout this, she stopped and pulled her mouth off me. She asked, "Are you about to climax ?" At that moment, I was on the verge of climax, about to explode, but Auntie suddenly stopped, making me feel incredibly frustrated. I didn't know what Auntie was up to, so I could only say, "Yes, almost. Auntie, you're really good." Hearing the praise, she seemed very proud and said, "Wait for me, I have something even more amazing to do!" Saying that, she ran to the refrigerator and took out an ice box. I looked at her, completely puzzled, and asked, "Sister, what's this for?" Auntie continued to be mysterious and said, "You'll find out in a moment." Saying that, she put three ice cubes in her mouth. Seeing this, I seemed to know what she was going to do. She actually used...

Ice!? What kind of oral sex is this? This is so strange, but I didn't know what effect the ice would have on my
body , so I didn't ask and just watched her performance.

I was also burning up uncomfortably, thinking, "Hurry up, sister, help me get relief."

Auntie's little mouth finally lowered and finally bit into my penis.

In an instant, I felt a cold, needle-like stinging sensation spreading across my penis
. No wonder, my penis was burning hot just before orgasm, while this ice was very cold.
The collision of hot and cold naturally created a hundred sensations.

The needle-like pain, like the immense pleasure after being tortured, instantly engulfed my entire body.

After the intense stimulation, my penis felt like it was about to burst with blood. I could feel the veins bulging on the surface of
my penis , and the erection was unusually strong. The feeling of orgasm was controlled in a stable
state, preventing me from easily reaching climax. Therefore, I enjoyed this incredibly pleasurable, almost ecstatic
feeling . My aunt also increased the speed of her oral sex.

She began to thrust violently, the ice in her mouth slowly melting over time, while my
penis gradually warmed up. My aunt's speed was incredibly fast.

After about five minutes, I couldn't control the enormous energy gathered in my lower abdomen any longer.
With a long cry, my penis ejaculated a powerful stream of hot fluid. This was the most powerful ejaculation I'd
ever had, because my energy had reached its peak.

After the orgasm, I was exhausted. I'd never been so tired before. Thinking back, it felt like I'd
experienced an orgasm that lasted for more than five minutes. Normally, an orgasm only lasts about ten seconds, but this one felt
like a long five minutes. It really drained my energy.

I glanced at my aunt; she seemed tired too. We rested for a while, chatted about everyday things, and I gave
her 100 yuan without asking for change. We said goodbye and left.

As I was leaving, my aunt seemed a little reluctant. She said, "Young man, come back often sometime! I
'll be waiting for you!"

I turned back and said, "Yes, I will! Definitely..." and walked away without looking back.

As I walked, I thought to myself, this woman's oral skills are amazing! 100 yuan really isn't much!
Just oral sex felt better than sex. Suddenly, I remembered a term often used in adult films. Right,
was the oral sex my aunt gave me the legendary "Fivefold Ice and Fire" technique?

Whether it was or not, I'd already tasted the sweetness of this technique. I thought to myself, when am I going to
use this technique ?! Let her experience that excruciating pleasure too.

Thinking this, I quickened my pace. I'd just checked my watch; it was time for school to let out, and I needed to get
home on time to avoid being discovered by my second uncle and aunt… I rode my bicycle home, feeling a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't feel more relaxed and carefree than I did . The unpleasantness of the day vanished instantly. But let me clarify: I didn't go out to see a prostitute to get revenge on my second aunt; it was just to find some solace for myself. When someone is heartbroken, the timely appearance of the right woman can always give them the courage and strength to start over . So, although I had just given myself to that aunt, I now missed my second aunt even more—her voice, her gentleness, and of course, her body. As I was thinking about my second aunt, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my genitals. Perhaps it was from the intense stimulation when , I thought. But then a terrible thought flashed through my mind: could I have contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease? Thinking about this, a cold sweat ran down my back. I regretted my impulsive decision to go to . How could I have made such a rash decision? I had already made an agreement with my aunt to be each other's sex partners, and my uncle's return was only temporary . After he left, I could do whatever I wanted with my aunt . I didn't need to find another partner, right? But then I thought back carefully. Could I have actually contracted some kind of STD? I know that STDs like AIDS are transmitted through bodily fluids such as breast milk, urine, saliva, semen, and vaginal secretions. I didn't have sexual intercourse with that aunt , which means vaginal secretions and urine are excluded. She only performed oral sex on me, so saliva must be included! Thinking of this, I was stunned, filled with despair and inner conflict. I deeply regretted my rash actions . I muttered to myself, "I shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't have gone there!" I arrived home quickly, no longer able to think about anything else, my mind consumed by anxiety . I exchanged a few brief words with them and rushed to my room, quickly unzipping my pants to examine my penis. I only saw slight redness and swelling at the coronal rim of the glans, nothing more. Was this from the aunt's oral sex, or a sign of an STD? I dared not be careless, thinking I should observe for a couple of days to see how it went. I had read books on this topic before; if you have an STD, small bumps might appear on the surface of your genitals. I decided to observe for a week. If I didn't experience any adverse reactions after a week, it meant the redness and swelling were simply due to the aunt's overly vigorous oral sex. I sat at my desk, anxiously looking at my lower body while absentmindedly studying mock college entrance exam questions, when suddenly there was a knock on the door and my second aunt's voice: "I'm in! I made you a cup of milk to replenish your nutrition !" She pushed the door open and came in. Hearing this, I smiled slightly. I knew she was doing it on purpose, to make sure my second uncle wouldn't suspect anything . Since my relationship with my second aunt had become so intense, she always entered my bedroom by simply pushing the door open—no need for any complicated formalities! After she came in, she closed the door. I noticed she was dressed rather conservatively today, not yet in her pajamas, just a t-shirt and a knee-length skirt. Our eyes met; though there was passion, it wasn't appropriate to show it. She came over and placed the milk on the desk.

Seeing the completed homework on my desk, she said, "You're very hardworking, what a good child! Drink
this !"

I said, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Auntie, I missed you!"

After hearing this, she whispered back, "I know how you feel, but you must remember our
promise. Also, I want to tell you that your uncle said he's leaving the day after tomorrow!"

Hearing this, I was overjoyed and grabbed her hand, calling out sweetly, "Auntie!"

She seemed happy too. She walked behind her chair, bent down, and hugged me from behind.
I felt that familiar softness on my back—her large breasts!

Then, she kissed my left cheek from behind. At that moment, I felt incredibly happy!
But the instant her wet lips left my cheek, the anxiety I had felt earlier
rang like a loud alarm bell in my ears. Had I contracted a sexually transmitted disease? The annoying problem resurfaced. Thankfully, my
aunt didn't notice the change in my expression. Watching her leave the room, my heart suddenly felt heavy.

I tried my best to remain calm and sort out my chaotic thoughts. Finally, I concluded that
if I were the only one who contracted an STD, I would have to bear it all alone, and all the pain would be mine alone
to suffer. But if I couldn't control myself and infected my aunt, it would be like passing on
the pain to her as well. I didn't want that to happen!

I wanted to see my aunt healthy and strong, and my aunt would always be the most beautiful. So I decided that I
would rather sacrifice my own desires than let the same tragedy repeat itself on my aunt. Thinking of this, I felt
a sense of peace. I did a few more quiz questions and then went to sleep...
Ring

, ring... I was awakened by the familiar alarm clock. The pain in my lower body seemed to have disappeared. I lay in bed,
my eyelids still heavy with sleep, and pulled up my underwear to look at my penis. The redness and swelling that looked so scary yesterday
had also disappeared.

It seems this is the result of playing with ice and fire, but the possibility of contracting an STD still can't be ruled out. After all, those disgusting
little bumps couldn't all appear in a day; it definitely takes time to confirm.

At breakfast, my second uncle hadn't gotten up yet. Only my second aunt and I were at the table. We didn't
talk much, just like usual. However, a few times, when our eyes met, I instinctively
avoided her gaze, but I tried to act like nothing was wrong.

My second uncle is leaving tomorrow, and it will just be her and me at home. What should I
do if we get intimate? How can I refuse her without letting her discover my secret? If I hadn't gone to
the prostitute , I could probably do anything smoothly tomorrow, but this unexpected situation forced me to change my
plans, focusing solely on how to deal with my second aunt.

After school that evening, I walked upstairs with my head down and heavy steps. Today was the day my second uncle was leaving;
I should have been excited, but today felt like a disaster, leaving me listless.

I knocked twice when I got home, and the door opened immediately.

My aunt, with both hands on the door, said cheerfully, "You're back!"

A slight smile played on her lips, making her look like a cute young girl. I forced a warm welcome and walked in, only
to find my aunt wrapped in a bathrobe opening the door for me. Noticing my strange look, she said, "I just
took a shower, I just finished!"

I noticed how sexy my aunt looked wrapped in her white bathrobe! The top was so low it barely covered her nipples, with
a bit of pink areola peeking out, making one want to see the full view of that icy bud!

The bottom was so short it only reached her upper thighs; as she moved, the hem of the bathrobe swayed from side to side, revealing her
alluring pink panties. The pink of the panties was a pure, creamy pink, looking incredibly appetizing, making
one want to devour them immediately.

Looking at my sexy aunt, my lower body instantly hardened, and desire burned within
me . I put down my backpack, walked closer to her, and put my arms around her waist, saying, "You look so beautiful tonight!"

My aunt blushed, raised her hand, and began to caress the muscles of my chest, saying, "Do you want me tonight?
If you do, I'll definitely give it to you!"

These words suddenly reminded me, so I reached out and tugged at her bathrobe. The bathrobe was loosely tied,
and with a gentle pull, it fell to the ground, revealing my aunt's pert breasts. I used my right hand to rub her
right breast, occasionally touching her nipple. She began to close her eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

A moment later, she used her right hand to grab my left hand and placed it on her left breast. Now, I
had both hands holding her breasts, which were big and soft—it felt amazing. She was getting more and more aroused and slowly
began to moan softly, "So good, so comfortable! Come and fuck me! My little sister down there can't wait any longer
!"

At this point, simple breast massage no longer seemed to work on her. She grabbed my left hand and pulled
it down, placing it near her lower abdomen. I understood and slipped my hand into her pink
panties , running my fingers down her pubic hair until I felt her clitoris, which was already hardening. Further down were her labia and vulva.
By this time, her genitals were already soaking wet.

The mucus flowing from her vagina clung to her pink panties, and I, already aroused,
felt a burning desire coursing through my body. Seeing the slightly damp panties, I felt her vagina was overflowing with juices
, and I hurriedly pulled down my aunt's panties, wanting to insert my fingers into that juicy jar.

But then, something my aunt did that seemed crazy to me instantly calmed me down. She stuck out her
little tongue and brought it towards my mouth, saying, "Kiss me, kiss me now!"

If I accepted her kiss, the next thing to happen would be an exchange of bodily fluids!

Although we had physical contact earlier, it had only been with my hands, skin-to-skin contact; my
bodily fluids hadn't come into contact with her body, so she wouldn't get my STD. But now she wanted me to kiss her—
this was crossing a line!

So just as her lips were about to touch mine, I pulled away, stopping
all movements. Because my face was turned to the right, she kissed my left cheek. She
suddenly realized something was wrong, opened her eyes, and looked at me, standing there dumbfounded, completely bewildered.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Fourteen.

I didn't dare look directly into my aunt's eyes, looking away, and stammered, "Well, it's because
I was too tired from studying today, and I'm not feeling well."

Hearing this, my aunt breathed a sigh of relief, her expression immediately returning to its previous warmth, and she immediately
threw herself into my arms.

She buried her head in my shoulder, pressing her large breasts against my chest, and said, "But you
have me, don't you?

I'll help you relax." As she spoke, her lovely pink tongue once again reached for my lips. I
rationally maintained my composure, trying not to let lust consume my soul. Although I was completely consumed by desire,
this time I dodged her kiss and simply pushed her away from my embrace.

My aunt seemed never to have expected me to do such a thing. She stood there dumbfounded,
looking at me with a face full of confusion, like a child who had done something wrong, very vulnerable.

But she didn't know what she had done wrong; I saw countless question marks on her face.
At that moment, I couldn't say anything. My only thought was to keep my distance from my second aunt during my observation period and
avoid any intimate physical contact.

After all, I didn't want the woman I loved so deeply to contract this strange disease. I refused her because I loved her! My

second aunt, however, had no idea what I was really thinking. Her face was full of questions. Seeing my
calm expression, she seemed to understand something. Her expression darkened, she picked up her bathrobe from the floor, wrapped it around herself
again , and ran back to her room.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became icy, as cold as the Arctic in winter, making me feel very
uncomfortable . But I did everything for her own good. My second aunt didn't know that I had gone to see a prostitute the night before.

Although she might misunderstand me now, I
knew

I picked up my schoolbag from the floor and went back to my room. I closed the door and quietly thought about it. I realized that
if I wanted to return to my previous relationship with my aunt,
I could only do so after the one-week observation period, and only after I was sure I hadn't contracted any STDs. Before that, I
didn't think I would act rashly. Thinking about it, yesterday and today had passed, so there were only five days left. I
told myself, just bear with it a little longer, just five more days and I could enjoy intimacy with my aunt again. But until then, my
only solution might be masturbation.

While caressing my aunt earlier, my penis was already incredibly hard, and it desperately needed release.
The scent of her freshly bathed body still seemed to linger around me, and
memories of our past lovemaking flashed through my mind. Thinking of her intense need for me, her seductive allure, my penis immediately hardened again. I
grasped it and quickened my stroking…

The next day, aside from preparing breakfast and tidying the house as usual, she ignored me. She wouldn't
speak to me. When I tried to talk to her, she would only give a brief reply and then fall silent. I knew she was
angry with me; my sudden actions yesterday seemed to have hurt her deeply.

Although I realized she was putting on a show for me, I didn't show it too much.
I told myself, "Five more days, hang in there."

Seeing my nonchalant attitude seemed to make her even angrier. At home, she dressed herself up
more sexily and glamorously than ever before. She even went shopping and bought several new pieces of sexy lingerie.
When we were alone at home, she would wear those new lingerie. I saw all of this. My aunt was seducing me.
She didn't believe I wouldn't be tempted. She probably hoped I would suddenly hug her, tear off all her clothes, and have a
passionate lovemaking session.

But she had no idea what I was thinking. Looking at the lace and openwork of those lingerie, I really
thought my aunt looked incredibly sexy and feminine in them. My heart fluttered. Every time my
aunt lifted her buttocks, and I could see the hidden dark forest below through the gap in her lace panties, I
could feel the moist warmth deep within the forest. How I longed for the long-lost nourishment of that fleshy cave! But I tried hard
to control myself, trying not to lose myself.

Seeing that none of this seemed to work on me, my aunt gradually became disheartened. However,
we were still in a cold war, neither of us wanting to be the first to touch the other's body.

It was another long weekend, a day off for my aunt, and we
were . She was eating fruit and watching TV in the living room—another Korean drama—while I was shaving in the bathroom. My
beard hadn't been trimmed in a long time, so it was taking me a lot of effort, almost
half an hour.

As I was carefully trimming my stubble, I suddenly heard my aunt's urgent knocking on the door: "
What are you doing in there for so long? Open the door quickly, I can't hold it in anymore!"

I thought she must have eaten too much fruit, so I opened the bathroom door. I saw her
covering her lower body with her right hand; she really was holding it in. Seeing that I had opened the door, she didn't care if I was there
or not , went straight to the toilet, quickly pulled down her pretty lace-patterned underwear, and squatted
down.

I had never seen a woman urinate in person before. Of course,
I had seen little girls as young as two or three years old urinate, but I had never seen an adult woman urinate. Adults all go to the women's restroom, and men are not allowed in the women's
restroom , so a woman urinating must have been a highly confidential matter for me. I
felt there was some kind of unfairness in this regard.

Women generally have a much greater chance of seeing men urinate—maybe on the street,
maybe , maybe at home—but men have a pitifully small chance of seeing women urinate, unless they go to the women's restroom;
otherwise, it's like a windfall.

*Shh, whoosh…* My aunt seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. Just as she urinated, she let out a
relieved cry, "Ah…"

From the gushing sound, you could tell that the stream of water was very thick and fast. A woman's urination
stream seems to be thicker than a man's. If a man's stream is like flowing from a water gun, then a woman's
stream is like flowing from a tap.

I listened carefully to the sound of my aunt urinating, imagining what it looked like when she urinated through her vagina, and suddenly I felt very good.
Strangely, I felt an urge to watch, so I put down my razor and turned to look at
my second aunt, who was sitting on the toilet with her head down. The sound of running water stopped.

She had finished urinating and was about to stand up to pull up her underwear when she looked up and saw me staring intently
at her crotch. Seeing my burning gaze, she suddenly lowered her hand from her underwear, leaving
it hanging at her knees. She reached for some toilet paper, tore off a small amount, and reached between her thighs
, wiping it on her wet, slightly damp vulva. It was a very sexy and alluring
wipe , the movement filled with infinite tenderness. Through my second aunt's performance, it seemed that urination wasn't something
ugly or shameful, but rather something beautiful, like art!

As my second aunt stood up, the urine in the toilet began to evaporate. A woman's urine smells
different from a man's; it's more pungent, seemingly mixed with the scent of estrogen. This
immediately , a male, my penis became erect, my blood began to boil, and my hand unconsciously reached towards my second aunt's
genitals… My
hand

slowly reached towards my second aunt's genitals, and I glanced at her. Seeing
my hand approach, her eyes filled with boundless hope. That fiery gaze made me feel her
need at that moment, and she subconsciously arched her genitals, allowing me a clearer view.
The strong smell of urine continued to permeate the bathroom. I hadn't touched my second aunt's body in a long time, and this intense scent made
me lose control of my reason.

And my second aunt's every move seemed to be a plea to me: Come on, touch me, don't stop.

Suddenly, I found my second aunt quite endearing, and this feeling stirred a strong sense of guilt within me.
No , absolutely not! I couldn't act rashly until I received the results in five days! Thinking this, my hand
began to pull back…

Seeing this, my second aunt's eyes instantly turned to anger. She stepped forward, grabbed my collar, and shoved
me against the sink counter, stepping on it with her left foot. She glared at me fiercely and said, "
What ? I sensed something was off about you the other day. You've changed, you know? What happened that day
when we were together? You tried to avoid me. Ha, you're starting to dislike me, aren't you?"

Was she going to abandon me? Hearing my second aunt's words, I was stunned. How could she think that? I hadn't meant it
at all . My departure was only temporary; it was all for her own good. How could she
not notice? I never expected my selfishness to cause my second aunt so much pain. Seeing that my good intentions had
backfired, I couldn't help but regret my impulsiveness. How could I have made such a rash
decision without considering her feelings? Perhaps it wasn't too late to make amends.

I quickly interrupted my second aunt's questioning, saying, "No, it's not what you think. I really
feel uncomfortable..."

My second aunt seemed furious and immediately interrupted me as well, saying, "Who would
believe such an absurd lie? If you're uncomfortable, then why were you reacting so well just now? Are you deliberately trying to hurt me
? Are you trying to embarrass me so I'll stay far away from you..."

Hearing this, I felt that the misunderstanding between my second aunt and me was deepening. My lack of initiative had only plunged my second aunt
into deeper suffering. Now, the observation period and the STDs didn't seem important anymore.
If my actions could make my second aunt feel better and help her rediscover her happiness, then I
would consider it all worthwhile.

Thinking of this, I quickly pressed my lips to those of my aunt, who was still full of complaints.
Instantly, the entire bathroom fell silent.

We stopped arguing. My aunt, sensing my body temperature, readily accepted my kiss. Our
familiar bodies, separated for so long and longing for each other, ignited passion instantly.
Our tongues intertwined, and a passionate kiss began.

Because we knew each other so well, everything progressed so naturally, like a retired basketball player
easily regaining the dominance of his championship days.

We kissed deeply for about ten minutes, until we felt a little breathless, and then we separated. I
opened my eyes and looked at my aunt. She seemed to have calmed down considerably. If she had been like
an angry little lioness before, she was now like a docile little lamb.

The argument we just had only intensified my love for her, making me want to cherish her and protect her from further
harm. I grabbed my aunt's shoulders and said, "It was my fault before, I was wrong, but
I promise I'll never do anything so foolish again. I love you!"

My aunt wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me. She no longer rejected my love, but wholeheartedly
enjoyed and savored it.

The pungent smell in the bathroom still lingered, that suffocating odor constantly stimulating my sensitive
nerves, and simultaneously drawing my attention to my aunt's genitals. She was still in
the same position, her left foot on the sink counter, her right foot on the floor, exposing her genitals to me in maximum exposure.
My aunt's split-leg posture was incredibly sexy, and I couldn't resist touching
it. The familiar pubic hair, the familiar pinkish-red labia, the edges of the pubic hair
still glistening with urine, as if she hadn't wiped properly after urinating.

I couldn't wait to wipe away the urine droplets with my fingers, then my gaze lingered on the long-missed labia minora. My second
aunt's labia minora were my favorite to caress—delicate, smooth, and the opening was already soaked with moisture,
the honey-like fluid making the labia minora even more tender. I really wanted to devour her whole!

Just as I was about to kiss those lovely labia minora, my second aunt patted my chest and said, "It
's not comfortable doing it in the toilet, shall we go to the bed?"

I nodded knowingly, picked up my second aunt like I was carrying my wife, and rushed into her and my second uncle's room.
There was a large double bed there. I put my second aunt down, thinking that this was where my second uncle and second aunt usually made
love , and now my second aunt was between my legs. I couldn't help but feel very excited. Looking at this soft and large
double bed, I felt that making love with my second aunt on this bed would be very enjoyable and fulfilling.

Just as I was about to enjoy some intimate moments with my second aunt, I looked up and suddenly saw
a large wedding anniversary photo of my second uncle and aunt hanging on the wall above the double bed…
In the sixteenth

photo, my second aunt was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, and my second uncle was wearing a black suit. My second aunt's left arm
was linked with his, her head resting on his shoulder, looking very affectionate
. Their faces radiated sweetness and happiness .

Seeing me staring at the large photo, my second aunt smiled and said, "You're jealous!"

After all the ups and downs we'd gone through, our relationship was quite solid, and I didn't hide my feelings, saying, "Yes,
it's very enviable!"

My second aunt sat up and gave me a long kiss, saying, "I love you too! You'll always be my little
silly. The other day, you ignored me, and I thought I'd lost you. Those days I regretted not
telling you I loved you. I hope it's not too late to say it now. Tell me, my little silly, is it too late
?"

I grabbed her hand. Her words touched me deeply. I felt my efforts hadn't been in vain;
everything had been rewarded. I had finally found true love.

I said, "I love you too, and that will never change."

We kissed again, and then my aunt took my hand and placed it on her
genitals . Her vagina was already very wet, with a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out. I stroked her labia minora,
gently rubbing them up and down. After a while, it seemed that just using my hands was no longer enough to satisfy my
longing for my aunt's secret garden.

So I turned around, spread my aunt's thighs, and her vulva was fully exposed. I
buried my head between her two long, slender thighs, held her thighs with both hands, and used my tongue to lick my aunt's wet little
flesh. This was the first time I had given my aunt oral sex, and the first time I had tasted the flavor of my aunt's private parts.

As my tongue lightly touched her, my second aunt arched her back and cried out, "Oh, it's so itchy, so itchy
..." Her lewd cries strongly stimulated me, making me increase the pressure of my tongue. My second aunt
began to moan, "Ah, so comfortable, so good, bite me, bite me..."

It seemed that oral sex was a very pleasurable thing for my second aunt. Seeing her so satisfied, I couldn't help but
want to show my best self. I tried hard to recall how men performed oral sex on actresses in porn movies, and it seemed that
stimulation of the clitoris was more important.

While thinking this, I moved my tongue up, and there was a small tubular tender flesh there. That should be the clitoris
. The base of the tubular tender flesh had already swelled up, making the tubular shape round. That should be
a sign of my second aunt's sexual arousal. However, there was still a small opening near the frenulum of the clitoris, indicating that the clitoris was not fully
exposed . When the clitoris is strongly stimulated, the head of the clitoris should be exposed, and its shape is somewhat similar to
the glans of a male penis.

The clitoral glans can be considered a woman's erogenous zone, meaning that stimulating it can
bring a woman unprecedented pleasure.

I licked the small opening at the bottom of the tube with my tongue. Although the clitoral glans wasn't exposed yet, that area
was still very sensitive. With just a light touch of my tongue, my second aunt started grabbing the sheets on the bed,
twisting her body, and letting out a long scream: "Ah..."

Then she arched her back, seemingly to get closer to my tongue so I could penetrate deeper
. I knew my second aunt was enjoying this.

I gained confidence and increased the intensity, circling the tubular flesh with my tongue. Under
my stimulation, it gradually hardened and soon stood erect, like a penis,
and the clitoral glans was exposed. Later, I realized that the tubular flesh outside the clitoral glans looked just like a foreskin, only it
covered the clitoral glans. Normally, you can't see the clitoral glans. My aunt's clitoris was a slightly reddish-
white color , obviously because it was covered by the outer skin day and night and didn't have much pigment. It looked like
a white face that never saw the sun.

When the clitoral glans emerged, I began to suck on it with my mouth. My aunt
clearly couldn't handle the stimulation; she writhed violently and soon became drenched in sweat,
repeatedly saying, "I can't take it anymore, it's coming, it's coming, I'm suffocating..."

Hearing my aunt's cries, I assumed she was about to climax. It seemed this trick was indeed effective,
bringing a woman to orgasm so easily. So I moved my tongue away and started using my hands. I first dipped
a little honey syrup around the vulva as lubricant, then pinched it between my index finger and thumb... My clitoris was taut and I began to rub it rapidly.
My second aunt screamed even louder and twisted more violently, shouting, "I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, I'm peeing..."

In the blink of an eye, a stream of pale yellow water gushed out from a small hole above her vaginal opening.
That small hole must have been my second aunt's urethra. The stream shot very high. At first, I thought my second aunt had
an orgasm , but when I heard her say that she had peed, I realized that it was my second aunt's urine. But it was too late
. I didn't have time to dodge, and the urine shot onto my face and then splashed all over my body.

It seems the fruit my second aunt ate earlier upset her. She urinated for a good half minute. I saw
the stream of urine come out from the middle of her vulva, shooting out at a 45-degree angle, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air
before gradually weakening and eventually scattering
onto her vulva. Her genitals were drenched in her own urine, and I was also
soaked. The bed was completely wet, the blankets and sheets were all soaked. It seems my second aunt
's little outburst was quite powerful this time!

The bedroom was filled with the smell of a woman's urine, that same pungent, pungent odor that instantly aroused me.
With urine still dripping from my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was indeed
that intensely pungent smell. The urine, still slightly warm from being just released from my aunt's body, was incredibly arousing.
Feeling her bodily fluids so closely—something from her body—the thought filled me
with immense excitement.

My aunt's urine didn't disgust me; instead, it made me want to drink it even more. Seeing that her genitals
were already soaked, I stuck out my tongue and kissed her wet
vulva . She seemed somewhat exhausted from the intense stimulation.

I sucked on her vulva, and she only moaned softly. She was probably a little tired. The strong, pungent smell
repeatedly assaulted my olfactory and gustatory nerves, sending my sexual nerves soaring to the peak of excitement.
Feng, my penis was rock hard, and I felt an urgent need for a hole to penetrate it and relieve its burning sensation.

So, without even wiping away the urine left on our bodies, I spread my aunt's legs apart, took
my penis, knelt down at her crotch, and began searching for an outlet.
I dipped my penis in a little of the saliva from her opening, and with that, it smoothly entered my aunt's body.
Instantly , I felt how warm her body was...
Seventeen

. My aunt felt my penis enter her and immediately became aroused. She grabbed my buttocks, making my
penis fit her vagina more tightly. Then, my aunt began to contract her vagina strongly, and my
penis was tightly gripped and sucked by her vagina, being pulled deeper into her vagina.

We locked eyes, and she looked at me tenderly, saying, "Come on, let's get started!"

I nodded, and my body began to sway back and forth. My lower body collided with hers, making a "slap, slap"
sound. We began our passionate intercourse, tenderly entwined,
changing positions and movements on the soft and comfortable double bed.

Of course, there was my favorite position: my second aunt riding on top of me. She sat on my
penis, moving up and down, back and forth. I felt intensely being fucked, being ravaged by a mature woman nearing 40. Her
strong made me feel so happy, so very happy…

And so, in the days that followed, whenever either of us had the need, we would
exchange a glance and then release our primal desires on each other's bodies.

During this time, I didn't neglect my studies. I felt
very relaxed since maintaining a sexual relationship with my second aunt. I had more drive in both my studies and life than I used to have, and I couldn't help but
reflect on some aspects of marriage. Yes, a good sex life is the source of health and vitality,
and the cornerstone of success!

In the college entrance examination in June, I was admitted to a key university in Shanghai with outstanding results. All
my family members congratulated me; they were all proud and happy for me.

But there was only one person who was most disappointed at this time, and that person was my second aunt. Yes, I was going to university,
leaving my second aunt's home, leaving this city, which also meant that my unspoken relationship with my second aunt
was about to break down.

Although going to Shanghai meant leaving my second aunt, this was also the most important thing in my life. Although there would be
many regrets about the separation, it was unavoidable. Fortunately, I did not contract any sexually transmitted diseases;
all my previous worries and scares were unnecessary.

In college, I met a girlfriend. I won her over with my extraordinary charm
; she's a senior, 25 years old, five years older than me. You might think I'm dating her because I can't forget my
aunt, but let me tell you, that's not it. Although I once loved my aunt, some things in life
are impossible. After going to college, I've gradually come to terms with those things. After all, I want a normal
family , and a relationship with my aunt is clearly not feasible.

I love my current girlfriend very much. Our friendship isn't because she resembles my aunt,
but she's mature and takes good care of me. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are popular. Sexually,
we go to hotels whenever we need to, not very often, about three times every two weeks, but we
always enjoy ourselves.

I truly love my girlfriend, and if possible, I want to build a family with her and spend my
life !

Now that school is on summer vacation, I'm bored at home. I'm no longer as
stressed as I was before the college entrance exam; every day is relaxed and leisurely.

One afternoon, I was watching TV at home and texting my girlfriend when
the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello, who is this?" Instantly, a familiar voice entered my
ears, "You're back! It's your second aunt!"

My heart started pounding. I hadn't contacted my second aunt in a long time, and this was the first time I had spoken to her since
I came back .

I said, "Oh, Auntie, I just got back a few days ago. How are you doing?"

She said, "Yeah, I'm doing well. Actually, I've been missing you a lot since you left. Do you miss me?"

I understood what she meant. Although I had a girlfriend in college, sometimes when I felt sad
or lonely, I would think of Auntie. I said, "Yeah, of course I do." She said, "Do you want
to see me?"

"Your uncle isn't home. Come over for dinner tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy the groceries later!"

Auntie was inviting me. Dinner was just foreplay; the real excitement might be the intimacy after dinner. I
had been thinking about Auntie's body for a long time; how could I refuse?

I said, "Okay, I'll be there in a bit. I want to eat the sweet and sour fish my second aunt makes!"

Hearing this, my second aunt laughed and said, "Silly boy, you haven't changed at all! Come on over, I'm waiting for you!"

We hung up the phone, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a new outfit, thinking I wanted to
show my second aunt my best self. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and
headed towards my second aunt's house…

[The End]

My second

aunt is a beautiful woman. Although she's not voluptuous, she's rather thin but very feminine.

In my memory, she was very glamorous. When I was little, I remembered her loving to dress up. Back then, I thought that marrying a woman like her when
I grew up would be a lifetime of happiness.

This year is my college entrance exam year. In my second year of high school, due to the pressure of studying, my family decided I should
live with my second uncle, who lived closer to the school. So, throughout my second and third years, I lived with my second uncle. I saw
my second aunt every day. My second uncle was often away on business trips, and my brother, my second aunt's son, was in
university , so I often had time alone with my second aunt. At that time, I already understood matters between men and women. Although my second
aunt was very attractive to me, I knew it was immoral to think that way. Besides, my relationship with my second uncle was quite good
, and I would feel guilty if I thought about it in that way. Even though I was so close to my childhood crush,
I knew I couldn't, I really couldn't…

The pressure of studying was immense at that time, so I became obsessed with things to relax, like masturbation.
It was the best way for me to relax completely, and every time I finished, I felt energetic the next day and could fully
immerse myself in my studies. I usually studied until after 11 pm, by which time my aunt was already asleep. I
would start masturbating in my brother's room, imagining my aunt naked while masturbating. It felt so good, so
incredibly good , and I really wanted to have sex with her.

My aunt was very caring towards me, which I knew. I was already a grown man at that time, and I thought I was
good-looking and had a good physique.

Many girls at school would hint at their feelings for me, but I knew that my studies were the most important thing at that time,
so I ignored them. But I knew that my aunt's care for me seemed to be just out of affection for her nephew. She would
often ask me if any girls were pursuing me at school, and if so, I should ignore them, etc. Basically
, she was against me having a girlfriend. I think I understood that there was something subtle going on between us.

It was probably past 11 PM that day. I had finished reviewing my homework and started
masturbating . I knew my aunt was already asleep, so I didn't think much of it. I didn't lock the door or turn off the lamp; I just
started doing it in the room. Suddenly, my aunt pushed the door open and came in. I was startled, my right hand still holding my erect
penis, and I hadn't even pulled up my pants yet. My aunt looked at me in surprise; she seemed startled too. My
face turned red, and I didn't know what to do. The atmosphere became awkward. I saw my aunt was also a little
embarrassed . She probably hadn't seen me like this before. In her mind, maybe I was a sensible child, maybe I shouldn't have
done this.

I instantly felt that my image in my aunt's eyes was completely ruined, so I quickly tried to say something: "
Um... I'll go to sleep right away..." After saying that, I realized how stupid I was.

My aunt didn't listen to me; instead, she came in.

She walked over to me, looked at my penis, and said, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

I figured I couldn't hide anything, so I said, "Nothing, I'm just feeling bored and want to
do something." She smiled and said, "Have you finished your homework?"

Hearing this, I realized my aunt didn't consider it shameful, so I didn't feel embarrassed anymore and
calmly replied, "Yes, I've finished it all." At that moment, I noticed my aunt was wearing a nightgown, the low-cut neckline revealing
her delicate cleavage, below which were her long, shapely legs. At that moment, I felt no shame whatsoever; my only thought was
wicked desire . I knew that right now, I wanted to have sex with her!

My second aunt seemed to notice my gaze, and my penis became even more erect. I saw her staring at me
there. Suddenly, she looked away and said, "I got up to go to the bathroom and saw you were still awake, so I came over.
It's getting late, go to sleep now." As she was about to leave, I looked at the faint red
underwear under her thin nightgown and couldn't control myself anymore.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Second Aunt, I can't take it anymore, I want you! I was thinking about you just now!"

She turned around, looked at me, then at my erect penis, blushed, and couldn't say
anything . I knew she hesitated, and if she hadn't come into my room dressed like this today, I would never
have had any improper thoughts about my second aunt. It was just a moment of impulse; I think it was a sudden surge of intense passion
that made me lose my mind and say those words.

My second aunt finally spoke, and I seemed to feel boundless love in her words. She said, "Silly boy,
what are you talking about?"

I told her all my childhood memories of her and my innermost thoughts, and for a moment, I felt a great sense
of relief and ease. After I finished speaking, something unexpected happened... My aunt grabbed my hand and placed it on
her breast. I felt an infinite softness that instantly melted me.

She said, "Okay, just this once, silly boy..."

And just as she finished speaking, my penis felt like it was about to burst, and I no longer restrained myself. My other
hand naturally slipped into my aunt's red panties under her pajamas...
I

immediately slipped my hand inside her red panties, just touching her soft pubic hair.

I thought if I were a little faster, I could touch the secret garden I had always fantasized about touching and feeling its temperature and moisture
.

At that moment, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Um... wait a minute..." I was
confused Had she changed her mind?

No way! I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

She pointed to the window and said, "It's too bright in here; people outside will see."

I glanced back out the window. Indeed, my second aunt's house was across the street from another apartment building. Looking out from this angle
, I thought, if anyone were standing on that balcony right now, we'd be
completely exposed . Ha, my second aunt was more cautious. As for me, in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything.
So, I got up and turned off the lamp.

Instantly, it was pitch black. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Luckily, the people across the street weren't asleep yet; their living room
light was on, quite bright, and a faint glow drifted into our little secret room. Now, it was just the
two , and we could play all night long, if we wanted. However, the darkness made it difficult for me to see her
figure clearly. But... What else? As long as I can be with her, I feel I'd be satisfied with anything tonight
!

I didn't think too much. I turned off the light and immediately threw myself into my aunt's arms, starting to grope her body.
She began to move in response. I started taking off her nightgown, then her bra, and finally her panties. A sliver of light from
the bedroom shone on her body, a silvery glow. Her skin was so smooth. I could vaguely see
my aunt's breasts and areolas. Although she was very thin, her breasts were still quite full. Below them were
dark, inverted triangles, mysterious and alluring, making one wonder if those dark areas were enticing peach-pink
lips.

Just as I was standing there, lost in thought, my aunt said, "Silly boy. What are you thinking about? Take yours off too
." "

I then came to my senses. My second aunt looked very anxious. I could tell that although she was
very , her eyes didn't lie, right? Just the moment she looked at my penis, I knew that she
was also burning with desire. No wonder, my second uncle is often away from home, sometimes not returning for a month or two. My second aunt
is left alone at the door. It would be abnormal if she didn't have any thoughts about this, right?
I quickly took off my shirt and underwear. At this moment, my penis was already very erect."

In the darkness, we became very quiet, almost able to hear each other's rapid breathing and heartbeats—the
calm before the storm.

My aunt spoke first: "Come here, let me help you relax."

She sat up and grasped my penis. Although she was almost 40, her hands
were still slender, making my whole body tingle. My penis felt incredibly hard; I'd never let
a woman touch my penis before.

This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before—it was amazing. I felt needed; it was an aggressive touch.
You feel like the woman in front of you is horny, she needs you, and she wants to devour you. Just as I was enjoying it, I
suddenly felt something wet. My aunt was giving me oral sex. The repeated, lubricated thrusting was
ecstatic. I felt an unbearable urge surge from my head down to my lower abdomen, where it gathered and
exploded. Yes, I ejaculated.

After spitting out the semen from her mouth, my second aunt said, "First time with a woman, huh? Heh, pretty quick."

I scratched the back of my head, stammering, I couldn't control myself.

My second aunt smiled gently and used toilet paper to wipe my penis. Originally, my head had cleared up after ejaculating,
but as my second aunt wiped me, I looked at the blackness of her triangle area and imagined that pink
little hole same time, my lower body was being stimulated by my second aunt, and soon, my already limp penis erupted again. My second
aunt looked at my gradually swelling penis with surprise.

I lost control, pinning my aunt to the bed, spreading her legs, and thrusting my penis towards
her pubic hair. At first, I seemed to hit pubic hair rather than her labia, because it felt itchy
and fuzzy. Then, my penis touched wet, smooth flesh—a woman's
genitals , my aunt's secret garden. Initially, because I wasn't aiming at the vaginal opening, I felt very hard, but
in my panic, I quickly found the entrance to that secret garden.

In an instant, I was inside, inside the innermost part of the garden. At that moment, I was
inside my aunt's body, we were intertwined, our bodies merging. What a wonderful thing! I didn't thrust, but
simply remained in that position, my penis fully inside her vagina.

Her vagina was very tight, gripping my penis tightly, giving me a warm feeling.

It was a body temperature, the temperature inside her body. The moment I thrust in, my aunt groaned
. Then, as we merged, she held me tightly. Strangely, the orgasm
I felt came quickly, but this time it wasn't so fast. And just like before, my aunt excitedly cried
out, "My silly boy, you're amazing! Faster, move, move, let me feel you!!"

As my aunt felt pleasure, my body began to move back and forth like pistons. Her
vagina released more and more lubrication. We changed positions. What

I'd seen in porn before had become teaching material. I penetrated from behind, my aunt sat on top of me
, we both sat up and hugged each other, and I even penetrated from behind from the side. For the first time in three months
at my uncle's house, this was the happiest day my aunt had ever experienced. I felt as if she had been thirsting for a long time;
a desire to devour me intensely stimulated my sexual nerves, making me thrust even more violently.

About 20 minutes passed, and I felt another intense surge of energy rise from my lower abdomen. I
reached another climax, almost ejaculating completely.

My aunt's vaginal fluid had also flowed out in a large puddle. We cleaned ourselves up quickly, and because we seemed to have exhausted ourselves
, we soon felt sleepy and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was school, and I needed to get
some sleep...
Three

rings... rings... I was woken up by the alarm clock. I opened my eyes, and it was already the next morning. Suddenly, I remembered what happened
last night. I had been very intimate and sweet with my aunt, and I couldn't help but smile foolishly. But when I looked
around, my aunt was gone. I walked out of the bedroom and heard the sound and smell of fried rice coming from the kitchen. It turned out that my
aunt had gotten up early and was making breakfast for me. I tossed a "Get up!" into the kitchen. She said, "Okay, hurry up and
wash your face and brush your teeth, then eat." Hearing this, I was somewhat disappointed. It was the same simple dialogue as before.
After last night's intimate moments, after all that passion, had we gone nowhere? Why was her
tone so calm, lacking the enthusiasm I'd hoped for? Had she forgotten our
time together yesterday? Or was my experience just a dream? A figment of my imagination? I smiled, thinking
how foolish I was. Why think so much? Besides, yesterday was real. Can't I tell the difference between reality and a dream?

What a ridiculous thought!

Breakfast was already laid out on the table. My aunt and I sat opposite each other, just as usual. I
stole a glance at her; she was so calm, as if nothing had happened last night. A heartless woman!
I thought childishly, but I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Um, yesterday…" My aunt immediately
interrupted me, "Only you and I know about yesterday. Don't tell anyone else, understand? And this
won't happen again. Okay, let's eat." My heart sank instantly. What was that all about! This woman is incredibly cold-
blooded . My second aunt shouldn't be like this. She should be a very considerate and gentle woman.
But then I remembered that before we did it yesterday, she said it was just this once, and she was serious.
I thought she didn't want to make things worse. But was what she did yesterday just to satisfy my restless teenage
heart? I can't understand it. What is she thinking? Why didn't she tell me the truth? I finished
my breakfast dejectedly, packed my books, picked up my schoolbag, and left. "Second aunt," I said, greeting her as I went to school.
She said, "Okay, be careful on your way, and pay attention in class!"

Hearing this, I seemed to understand and couldn't help but smile.

Ah, my second aunt is still the same gentle and sweet second aunt. So all that was just to make me
focus on my studies and not get distracted. Yes, after all, I'm about to take the college entrance exam!

"Okay, I know!" I replied.

I thought I should listen to my second aunt, forget about yesterday, and focus on my studies. But
I found I couldn't. The first class was math, and while my eyes were on the blackboard, my mind was filled with thoughts of my second
aunt's . Her seductive voice echoed repeatedly in my mind as we pressed together. And then...
"Faster, faster! Oh, you're amazing!!"

The second period was history class. The history teacher was a woman with a hot body. She was wearing tight jeans, and there was a clear slit between
her legs . Having learned from yesterday's experience, looking at a woman's buttocks now felt like a
subtle, alluring glimpse. I knew that between those legs lay a warm and moist paradise.

At that moment, my second aunt's parting words echoed in my mind: "Pay attention in class." So my gaze returned to
the blackboard, but unconsciously, I imagined the history teacher as my second aunt again, remembering her
wild . I thought, although this history teacher was usually very strict with us, I
wondered how wild a little beast she would become in bed!

And so, the day passed by in a blur. I couldn't forget my second aunt at all. All day long,
my mind was filled with her—her in her business attire, her in jeans, her in a skirt, her in pajamas,
and even her naked. Every single one of her beauties captivated me; every version of her could mesmerize me. I think at that moment, I
was immersed in the small happiness of having her. I was happy. But now, it's impossible for me and my second aunt to be together anymore.
So perhaps I should listen to her and study hard; that's the key.

A month passed, and life seemed to return to normal. I studied diligently, and
my relationship remained the same. Every day, I went to school and came home; she went to work and came home. Recently, the whole school organized a mock
exam for the entire grade. After the exam, I felt I had done very well. When the results came out, I was in the top 10 of my class for the first time.
My homeroom teacher also gave me high praise, saying I still had potential for improvement.

I immediately called my parents to share the good news. They both said it was all thanks to
my second aunt, who takes such good care of me, and that I now have a comfortable learning environment, much better than at home
. They told me to keep up the good work!

I was very happy, so after school that day, I rushed back to my second aunt's house to tell
her the good news.

After listening, she patted my head and said, "If you put in a little more effort, you'll improve even faster!"

I joked, "Since I did so well on the test, second aunt, you have to give me a reward!"

My second aunt readily replied, "What kind of reward do you want? What do you want to eat? You can have anything you want,
second aunt will definitely fulfill your wishes."

Originally, I wanted to say that I wanted to eat her sweet and sour fish. My second aunt's sweet and sour fish is really delicious; every time
she makes it, I finish the plate completely. But when I heard my second aunt say that she would give me whatever I wanted, I
had a wicked thought.

I said, "Second Aunt, I promise I won't say anything nonsense, and I also promise I... I'll study hard in the future,
it's just, it's just..."

Seeing me stammering, my second aunt quickly asked, "It's just what?"

I said, "It's just that I want to take a bath with you, like a couple's bath!"

My second aunt was taken aback and said, "You're being silly again! Didn't I tell you? Have you forgotten?"

I said, "I haven't forgotten. What I want most right now is to take a bath with you, just a bath together,
nothing else. Second Aunt, please grant me this small request."

My second aunt thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I promise you, but not today. Today is my period."
"Wait a few days, I'll tell you when it's okay. But you have to study hard, okay?"

Hearing my aunt's agreement, my heart felt like a flower blooming again, basking in the warmth of the sun.
I quickly said , "Okay, I know. But before that, could you make me sweet and sour fish, Aunt?"

My aunt smiled contentedly, "So that's what you want to eat? Hehe, little cat, of course!
Aunt will go downstairs to buy groceries now..."
Sitting

at my desk, with a pile of practice exam questions in front of me, I felt very full after dinner. But I
thought if I had my aunt's sweet and sour fish in front of me, I could eat more. It would be so delicious! A
delicacy ! In a few days, I could finally fulfill my wish of taking a bath together with my aunt. Just thinking about seeing
her alluring body and those pink lips I longed for day and night made me
excited . My penis suddenly became very erect, pushing against my soft undershirt, but for a moment, it hurt a little!

What did my second aunt say? She's on her period these past few days. I know a little about that; menstruation
is when a woman has her period. Usually, that stuff is considered dirty—it's blood flowing from the genitals. Menstruation is usually
a girl's secret, known only to her closest friends or lovers. But my second aunt told me all
this , maybe because she's no longer wary of me. I guess I'm one of her closest people now,
I think. I can't help but feel happy that our relationship has progressed.

But I shouldn't think about it anymore. I started working on my homework. I felt that if my grades
kept improving, my second aunt would be happy, and she would be more relaxed about our relationship
. Anyway, I think she's worried about my future, thinking about my future. I don't want to
burden guilt, so I need to study hard.

Three days have passed, and today is Saturday. School is out, so my classmates and I went to the gym to play basketball. This
is something I do every week; I use basketball to relieve the pressure of studying throughout the week. Today, I
played with extra enthusiasm, and when I got home, I was soaked in sweat. My aunt
was watching TV, and I thought she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a pink, slightly see-through tank top, with a
hint of black bra visible through the lace, adding a touch of mystery. She was also wearing a white skirt. What kind of underwear was she wearing?
I wondered mischievously.

Just then, she stood up to greet me and said, "You're back! Why were you playing so hard today? Look how sweaty you are
!"

I said, "They were all really good players today, so I was having a blast."

My aunt said, "Go take a hot shower to cool off!"

As soon as I heard "shower," I remembered my earlier agreement with my aunt. At that moment, it seemed like she realized it too
; her face turned a little red.

I said, "Then come wash with me, Auntie, is that alright today?"

Auntie said, "Okay, I'll help you wash properly; you must be filthy!"

After a quick wash, we went into the bathroom together. Auntie's house has a
solar- we can shower anytime. Auntie tested the water temperature and then locked the bathroom door. At that moment, we...
We looked at each other, gazing into each other's eyes. The bathroom was dimly lit, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. Suddenly,
everything in the bathroom seemed incredibly sexy: the dim lighting, the large mirror, the toilet,
the long bathtub, and the smooth showerhead.

I used to think this place was dirty, but now, because of my aunt, everything was different. Her
long hair, illuminated by the light, flowed beautifully. As she took off her pink tank top, she said, "Take your clothes
off." My heart started racing. Watching her aunt undress piece by piece, my penis involuntarily
hardened. I quickly undressed, and a straight, erect penis stood between my waist and legs
.

My aunt hadn't undressed completely, leaving only her black lace panties. The question from before was answered: her
panties were the same color as her bra, and the lace seams made her pubic hair faintly visible, making me even more
eager to see below. But my aunt wouldn't undress, which was really teasing. I thought, the first time we made love
, I didn't get to see her little secret because of the dim lighting. I couldn't
miss this opportunity again today.

I said, "Aunt, take off your panties too, I really want to see your private parts."

My aunt looked at my erect penis, and I saw a hint of longing in her eyes. She slowly pulled down her lace
panties . Although the bathroom light was dim, I could still clearly see her inverted triangle-shaped
secret garden.

My aunt noticed my gaze was fixed on her genitals and said, "Okay, let's wash."

We then got into the bathtub filled with bubbles. She stroked my skin, helping me wash
, and then took my hand and placed it on her breast.

I understood, and began to knead her breasts with both hands. Her breasts were firm and elastic.
I circled them clockwise, and I could feel that she was enjoying it. Soon, she moved her hand down my abdominal muscles
and touched my penis. She squeezed out some shower gel and started washing it. With her
friction penis quickly became erect again. At that moment, I also picked up some shower gel, put some
in my palm, and moved it towards her vulva.

I touched her two exposed labia, very tender flesh, making me want to take a bite.
There was something gradually hardening on them; I thought it was her clitoris. I had read in books before that it was the G-spot for
women , very sensitive, and it would protrude and lengthen during sexual arousal, somewhat similar to a man's
penis. I couldn't help but touch it.

Unexpectedly, my second aunt exclaimed, "Oh..."

in a seductive and alluring voice, the most sensual female call. She said, "What are you doing? How did you
know where I feel best?"

I replied, "Auntie, are you comfortable? Then make you happy!"

She laughed and said, "No need, let's focus on washing."

So, I obediently moved my hands elsewhere and began washing her vulva. She
cooperated by opening her legs, and through the slightly murky water, her vulva was completely exposed
before me. I saw the two fleshy patches of her labia minora protruding, like sea clams, a
lovely pink with slightly black edges.

The labia majora were difficult to distinguish because of the pubic hair. However, I could vaguely see that the skin was very
fair , and the vaginal opening was even more tender, feeling wonderful to the touch. My second aunt's anus was the most beautiful,
with perfect patterns that made me want to explore inside.

In short, everything was perfect. The person in the picture, her little secret, was
so well-maintained.

My penis was getting increasingly swollen. Perhaps we both understood each other; we were controlling our lust, trying not to let it erode
our spirit and moral bottom line. But the more we suppressed it, the more it swelled. I could
see my aunt's face turning red, perhaps from me caressing her genitals. My
penis, being played with by her, was also yearning to find a good opening to thrust into. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Aunt
, I can't take it anymore, give me oral sex." My second aunt seemed to sense that my penis was about to ejaculate, and
her body seemed incredibly hot, indicating a need. She didn't say anything, just nodded. We got out of
the bathtub , and she had me sit on the washing machine next to the tub. Her sexy, thin lips immediately
swept over my penis…
Just

as my second aunt put my penis in her mouth, I was simultaneously
electrified by this sudden softness. I felt an electric current gradually spreading from my penis to my brain. At that moment, I felt as if my penis
had fallen into a pile of soft, warm, and moist cotton.

My second aunt kept licking the surface of my penis with her soft tongue. She made me a little itchy,
but more than that, I felt a strong surge of pleasure from my lower body. My second aunt continued to tease me with her mouth and tongue.
Looking into her greedy eyes, I felt that she was incredibly wanton at that moment. But she was so beautifully wanton. I
liked my second aunt's slightly aggressive approach.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I'm a masochist when it comes to sex. I crave a woman
with a strong drive; I love that burning desire in her eyes. I want her passion to consume me,
to swallow me whole, to make us one. I loved the position my aunt was in when we first had sex, the way she
sat on me. I loved all her intensity towards me, just as I love mature women—
I love them because they're more in control!

Having learned from my first experience, I knew my first orgasm would come quickly, but
after the first ejaculation, it wouldn't be as easy to ejaculate again immediately. The second time, it would last much longer.

So, I grabbed my aunt's long hair with my right hand and began actively thrusting into her mouth
. Because of the rapid thrusting, she moaned and groaned. Hearing that seductive sound, combined with the smooth, burning sensation
in my lower body , I quickly ejaculated, all of it into her mouth, with a little
spilling out, which she licked back up with her tongue.

I saw my aunt swallow my bodily fluids. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to stop her and said, "
Auntie , it's not good to eat that stuff."

Although I had seen actresses swallow semen in pornographic films before, I always thought it was just for filming purposes.
Now, seeing this scene with my own eyes, I feel it's a bit too much. After all, it's my own semen.
Just thinking about it makes me feel a little disgusted. And my aunt's lips are so beautiful, her tongue so lovely.
It really makes me feel like this has tarnished the angel in my heart.

I thought to myself, I can't make such a low-level mistake again. But my aunt didn't seem to find it dirty at all. On the contrary
, she seemed to enjoy it. She really needed it. I saw her close her eyes and savor the taste of my bodily fluids
, as if she was intoxicated. She said, "No, it's good!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing my aunt enjoying it so much, my guilt lessened considerably.

Then my aunt turned on the shower. Because my aunt had given me oral sex earlier, my penis
was still covered in saliva and semen. My aunt helped me wash my penis, stroking it lovingly. Her
slender of tenderness, which I could feel.

I was enveloped by her love, but what kind of love was it? Was it the love of an elder for a younger generation? Was it the love
between ? Was it sexual love between a man and a woman? Or was it romantic love?

I racked my brains trying to figure it out. Perhaps what we had between us wasn't just sexual love, but something deeper,
maybe romantic love. I wasn't sure if that was it, but I thought that at this moment, she might have fallen in love with me, and this love might
have stemmed from sex.

But thinking about it carefully, there was a nearly 20-year age gap between us
. Just considering the age difference, it seemed absurd for love to develop between us. My thoughts wandered, and I looked at my second aunt,
still so beautiful and charming. She was the woman I had always dreamed of!

I firmly believed this; it was a thought I had since I was a child.

And now, my wish has come true. My dream lover, we are naked now, exchanging
the secrets of each other's bodies. Thinking of this, my hands unconsciously begin to caress my aunt's body. The shower
water splashes on her skin, making it even smoother and whiter. I really want to devour her.
My hands quickly roam over her body, as if I really can't bear to let go of this scene before me. I'm a little
afraid reality will suddenly disappear.

I touch my aunt's breasts, then her lower abdomen, and then stroke her private parts. I'm the only one who has the key to unlock her private
parts right now, aren't I? Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a secret pleasure, and my
penis, just been fantasizing about my aunt, is now at its hardest.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and my penis, like a pillar standing
upright up. I pulled my aunt's hand and gestured for her to come towards me. She understood, turned her back to
me, and sat down on my lap. Although she was petite, she had a large bottom. She
guided my penis to her vaginal opening with her hand, and sitting down like that, I entered her smoothly.

As I mentioned before, this was my favorite position to use with my aunt, making her
the protagonist of pleasure. This position allowed my penis to penetrate so deeply, as if it had reached her climax. My
penis filled her entire vagina, and we became truly one. Her large bottom
sitting on my lap gave me an unprecedented feeling of sexual bliss. Her bottom was so soft and elastic, and
it seemed to carry a unique feminine fragrance that gradually spread throughout the bathroom.

My second aunt started thrusting up and down, slowly at first, then faster. It began with soft moans, then
gradually grew louder. In this position, my second aunt was thrusting, while I was almost completely still, only making small
movements in response. So I felt like my second aunt was fucking me! And I was being fucked by my second aunt! At that moment, while feeling
the piston-like motion my second aunt was giving me, I imagined her raping me.

That exhilarating feeling of being abused by a woman I liked spread throughout my body. The way she
was thrusting meant she needed me, didn't she?

Feeling this need, my penis swelled to an unprecedented size. I felt her vagina gripping
me even tighter, and my hands weren't idle either, going forward to massage her clitoris. Her moans
became more wanton; she cried out, "Mmm, almost there, so hot, coming, coming!"

I increased the speed of rubbing her clitoris, and I saw that her expression was one of pain, but she showed no
sign of stopping. I knew she was feeling pleasure, not discomfort. This lasted for about 15 minutes when I
suddenly , a contraction that seemed to exert a strong suction on my penis.

At the same time, my aunt's body began to convulse, a rhythmic convulsion. My penis
felt like it had been doused with hot water, and my penis began to gush rhythmically with her contractions
. This milky white, gelatinous fluid started flowing down my thighs. There was a lot of it, and
her contractions continued for quite a while.

My aunt ejaculated. Yes, my aunt, panting heavily, said, "That was so good, she came."

I saw that she seemed very tired, but the contractions didn't seem to have stopped. It seems that women's orgasms are
different from men's. Thinking of this, I felt that I should keep my aunt in that wonderful state of orgasm, after all, orgasm
is precious to every woman.

I said, "Second Aunt, hold the washing machine."

She did as I said. I stood up, and at this moment, I was penetrating her from behind. I grabbed her
buttocks and started moving my body back and forth, my penis going in and out of her still-orgasmic
vagina . I heard her cry out again, so I sped up. Because of the strong
contractions of her vagina earlier, my penis had been intensely stimulated and was on the verge of orgasm. So now, experiencing
high-speed friction, my penis instantly swelled up like a fire hydrant, the powerful pressure forcing it to ejaculate a strong stream of fluid.
The moment my semen sprayed deep into her vagina, my second aunt let out a terrible scream. That thrust, that scalding
torrent seemed to have been deadly!

After the orgasm, we both seemed very tired. I pulled out my penis and saw
white liquid flowing from my second aunt's vaginal opening. I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or my semen. Since we were both very tired,
we quickly washed our lower bodies and came out wrapped in bathrobes.

We

helped each other out of the bathroom. My second aunt seemed to have used up more energy. We
went to the living room, I put her on the sofa, turned on the TV and started watching. My second aunt likes to watch
TV dramas, especially Korean dramas.

I suddenly remembered one time when her colleagues from work came to visit. They were watching a TV series together,
discussing the plot. I overheard my aunt saying, "I love watching dramas with a third party involved."

Her colleague chimed in, "You're just like me! I like that kind of thing too."

I thought to myself, "That's probably what most women like."

Looking at my aunt, who seemed a little weak but looked at me with such tenderness, I switched to
a channel showing a Korean drama. My aunt, like an obedient child, was immediately captivated. Earlier,
when I first came in, I had seen her watching this program.

It was the hottest Korean drama at the time—"My Lovely Sam Soon." So we watched it together, and we got to the scene where the male lead confessed his love to
the female lead and she said, "I love hearing things like that..."

I suddenly thought of the saying, "Women dress to please themselves." Women seem to be born wanting to be loved by men, surrounded by men
; women crave that feeling of being loved. It seems that

as long as there's love, there are never too many men. If possible, it seems women are born to
be pampered.

Thinking of this, I moved closer to my second aunt and placed my right hand on her shoulder. She
nestled against me like a little bird, and I placed my left hand on her thigh, gently caressing her.
If I were an observer at that moment, I think I would feel that we were like a pair of mandarin ducks, tightly embracing
each other . But is being together forever? Can our love be eternal? Will it be blessed?

These are all troubling questions, but I know my own feelings, my feelings for my second aunt, and I also
know how much she cherishes me.

Looking at my second aunt, who was like a happy little woman at that moment, I spoke up, "Um, second aunt,
do you know?"

"Um,"

I stammered for a long time without saying anything.

My second aunt looked up at me, her freshly washed long hair falling onto my arm. "Say what?"

"What is it?" I continued, "Do you know? I love you!"

My second aunt's cheeks flushed an alluring red. She lowered her head, remained silent for a moment,
then suddenly looked up, leaned in, and kissed me.

I saw a radiant happiness on her face, like a young woman in her early twenties, utterly captivating.
But after a short while, she hesitated again. She calmly said, "No, you know, there's no future for us
. Don't take it too seriously, you know? Right now, it's just that kind of relationship, just sex! I know,
sometimes, I need you! You're a great guy, you're really great! But that's all!"

I didn't believe what I heard. I thought, even though words can lie, the eyes don't lie, right?

I said to her, "You mean, we're just playmates? Auntie, I truly love you,
I like you from the bottom of my heart, I don't see you as just a playmate!"

Auntie was startled, looking at me with deep affection. I knew she was touched, but her expression remained
resolute . She said, "Listen, silly child, you have a long road ahead of you, you have a long way to go. You
'll meet other girls, and you'll fall in love with them!"

Seeing how determined Auntie was, I panicked and said, "I don't want anyone else, I only want you!"

Seeing me like this, Auntie thought she would be heartless again, but unexpectedly, she pulled me close and
hugged me tightly. I hugged her back tightly.

She said, "Silly child, I don't know what this will bring..."

Suddenly, a phone rang, interrupting her. We let go of each other; the phone was next to the sofa,
so my aunt could easily reach it. She picked it up: "Hello... Ah, honey."

I was startled; it was my uncle calling. I also saw my aunt pause at the same time.
She looked at me uneasily, her expression seemingly conflicted, then she avoided my gaze.
She continued talking to my uncle, they asked each other about work.

She said, "Honey, I miss you so much."

I leaned closer to listen and could vaguely hear her voice on the other end.

"I miss you too, wife. I'll be home soon."

I saw my aunt's eyes light up, as if she was very expectant. "When are you coming back?" she
asked eagerly.

Women's minds are truly incomprehensible to men, even after a hundred years. Who does she love now? Does she love my uncle,
or does she love me, or is she two-timing, wanting more than she has?

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very agitated, so I reached out and stroked her thigh. I wanted to test
who she really had feelings for.

My aunt was startled by my crazy actions. Later, I realized that what I was doing was truly
insane. She was on the phone with my uncle, and I was caressing her smooth skin,
heading towards her sensitive spots. My uncle was completely unaware on the other end of the phone. If he found out,
who knows what dangerous things would happen next!

My aunt struggled to break free, but I didn't care about the situation at all. The thrill of walking a tightrope over a fire was
driving me crazy. I didn't know what was wrong with me, how I could become so out of control.
I think it was because of the wife's affectionate words to her husband, "I miss you," that I was consumed by jealousy and did
this .

My aunt stopped struggling. She covered the phone receiver, winked at me, and said, "Don't do
that. I'm talking to your uncle."

I whispered, "I know!"

My aunt couldn't do anything about it, so she let me caress her while she continued her call.

About five minutes later, they finished talking. After hanging up, my aunt turned to me and said, "
Why acting like this? You can't keep doing this. Your uncle will be back next Monday...
"

"Your uncle will be back next Monday," my aunt said seriously.

Those words echoed in my ears. Today was Saturday, which meant he would
be back in a day.

This was my uncle's first return since my relationship with my aunt and I became more like playmates.
I wasn't prepared for this sudden change.

What would happen to my relationship with my aunt and me now that my uncle was back? How should I face him?
Would he notice this subtle shift in our relationship?

Faced with this mountain of real-world problems, I felt truly ashamed of my absurd and outrageous behavior just now. However,
reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy. People always have to learn to adapt, don't they?

I think I should handle things like an adult. I apologized to my second aunt and said, "
I'm sorry about what happened just now, but I won't do it again!"

I made that promise to my second aunt once again. My second aunt was clearly still bothered by what had just happened. Seeing her
concern, she said, "You should know that we did this to satisfy each other! If you take
this too seriously, I don't think it will be good for either of us."

I realized the seriousness of the situation at that moment, and this time I felt relieved, saying, "Second aunt, don't worry about it
. I understand. I was just too emotional."

She said, "Yes, it's good that you understand our current situation. We're just satisfying each other's physical needs.
Remember, if you need anything in the future, come to me, and if I need anything, I'll call you, but the condition is that
no one can find out. Especially not your second uncle."

I stopped being so stubborn. I understood my second aunt's worries. What happened between us
shouldn't have destroyed our originally happy and complete family. They were a loving couple, and they had a
bright son in college, my older brother. My previous naive thoughts were somewhat ill-considered.
Although my second aunt and I might be in love, our love wouldn't be blessed by others. Our love could only exist
underground . The day we were to be open about it would be the day our love was destroyed!

I said to my second aunt, "It's a promise then. I think if I need you, I'll come to you! And you too
!"

My second aunt smiled contentedly and said, "Yes, I will!"

Monday evening, after self-study, I got home and was surprised to find my second uncle opening the door. He was back, just like always
. I hadn't seen him for over a month. We exchanged pleasantries for a while. When he learned that I
had done well on my mock exam, he seemed very happy and offered me some words of encouragement.

I saw my second aunt watching TV nearby, occasionally adding to the conversation about my studies.
In short, everything seemed the same as before, except that the secret was only known to my second aunt and me. Looking at
my uncle, still so enthusiastic, I realized he was completely unaware of what had happened during his month-long absence. Seeing his unsuspecting
look , I suddenly felt guilty. I said a few words to him briefly and then went back to my room to study. As

I did my homework, I couldn't help but wonder what my husband and I were doing. After
all, we hadn't seen each other for over a month, and today was their first day back. They were definitely going to make love! Thinking about this
made uneasy, and eventually, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I got up and opened the door a crack, through which I could clearly
see the sofa in the living room. Just then, a scene I desperately wanted to avoid, yet which was unfolding before my eyes, began to play out .
My uncle was holding my aunt tightly in his arms, and they were kissing passionately. A moment later, my uncle turned off the TV
and pulled my aunt into the bedroom… Seeing this, I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I stood frozen in the doorway, a sharp pain shooting through my chest. I knew, to be precise, that my heart was aching. I knew how I felt about my aunt; I couldn't bear to see the woman I loved being held in someone else's arms, being intimate with someone else. But I couldn't change the facts. It wasn't proper, and I couldn't express my grievances. So, I could only silently endure this pain, trying to show others, especially my aunt, that I was strong. I returned to my seat, unable to calm down for a long time. My mind was filled with thoughts of what the couple was doing. They were probably already having sex, and my aunt was probably enjoying herself immensely. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. It was strange. Before my aunt and I became sexual partners, I knew that she and my uncle were doing it in their bedroom, but I never felt this way before. I always acted like nothing was wrong. But ever since I became intimate with my aunt, I started to care about her. My heart couldn't this. I tried to stop thinking about what they were doing and focus on my studies, but I couldn't calm down. So I turned off the lights early and prepared to sleep. Lying in bed, I felt incredibly empty and bored. To make myself feel better and find some comfort, I started masturbating while thinking about my aunt's naked body. Slowly, I fell asleep... In my hazy state, I vaguely heard someone come in. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe it. It was my aunt! She was incredibly beautiful, wearing a floral bra, her long, flowing hair draped over her shoulders. I sat up and said, "Second Aunt, what brings you here? Where's Second Uncle?" She walked to my bedside and sat down, saying, "He's asleep. I missed you, I want you!" She grabbed my hand and put it inside her sexy panties. There were those familiar pink lips, now sweetly moist. I started masturbating her, and she began to moan excitedly, "Darling, fuck me to death..." Just as our passion reached its peak, the door was suddenly pushed open. Second Uncle stood there in surprise, watching us writhe on the bed. His eyes blazed with fury, and he grabbed the desk lamp, throwing it at us while hurling vulgar insults, "You two adulterers, how dare you do this behind my back!" Then I saw the lamp flying towards my head; a tragedy was about to unfold... I suddenly opened my eyes. Everything was pitch black. I gasped for breath, still seemingly in the shadow of Second Uncle's rage. Where was I? A hospital? Was I injured? I subconsciously touched my head; it was completely unharmed, without any bandages. Straining my eyes to make out objects in the darkness, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was all a dream! I was lying in my own bedroom, but the scene had felt so real. My aunt 's body, her madness, her wildness, her lewdness, and her allure—it was all so vivid. The room seemed to still be filled with her delicate fragrance! Suddenly, I felt something wet down there. I reached into my underwear and touched it—sticky liquid . It turned out that while I was dreaming of being intimate with my aunt, I had also ejaculated. I had a wet dream! It was all just a dream! Besides being relieved it wasn't real, I felt a little disappointed. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was 3:15 AM. The room was quiet, except for the ticking of the clock . They were probably fast asleep, I thought.

An overwhelming loneliness and solitude gradually spread throughout my body, and a deep-seated emptiness swept
over my heart, causing a dull ache. I didn't know how long my second uncle would stay after returning, but I truly
hoped he would leave soon, leaving only my second aunt and me in our happy world.

The feeling of loneliness was truly awful. Ever since waking from the dream of my second uncle's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face, I hadn't been able to
fall back asleep. Until it was already broad daylight, I spent all my time in a daze. I
couldn't concentrate on my classes at all during the day. The passion between the two of them on the sofa yesterday had broken my heart. How I wished there
was a woman beside me right now, to comfort my wounded heart!

When someone is heartbroken, their defenses are very weak, and if there is a loving woman by their side,
even a stranger, it will make them feel better, and the reason is that it will keep them from feeling lonely.

Evening self-study was history class, and the history teacher had changed into a new outfit again
. Everyone in the grade knew how much the history teacher loved to dress up; she changed clothes almost every two days, as if class was her fashion show. Sometimes
I wondered if she had some ulterior motive.

She was a high school teacher, facing students all day long, so why did she always dress so provocatively? Was she trying to seduce her
male students? Thinking about this, I suddenly chuckled to myself. For some reason, ever since enjoying
some quality time , I've always had a tendency to overthink when I meet older women.

Maybe it's like us men—we get older but still like young, beautiful
girls, and older women like young, handsome men. I chuckled, excited by my new discovery, but then I thought,
maybe she's fallen for one of the male teachers at the school? That's why she dresses like a prostitute every day.
The thought of a prostitute suddenly made my eyes light up. Yes, that must be exciting!

So, after the first evening self-study session, I made up an excuse to ask my homeroom teacher for leave. To my surprise,
she readily agreed. It seems studying hard always brings more opportunities! I told her I had a stomachache, probably from enteritis
.

The teacher immediately looked at me with concern and said, "Alright, while you're studying, you should also take care of your health.
After all, health is the foundation!"

She wrote me a leave slip and let me go. Everything went so smoothly. As I rode my bicycle, thinking about how I
was about to realize my new idea, I felt incredibly relaxed. The emptiness that had plagued me all day
was completely dispelled by my new idea. My whole body was burning with fiery passion, and I was instantly aroused.

I rode to "Fragrant Powder Street"—or rather, a less mainstream name. This street actually has a more prominent
name: Huaibin Road. It's a relatively quiet area about five blocks away from the bustling city center. The name "Fragrant Powder Street,
" as the name suggests , implies a place similar to a red-light district.

This street was lined with massage parlors, nightclubs, and bathhouses. Some of the establishments had a rather suggestive atmosphere,
with dim, reddish lighting inside and lace curtains at the entrances, making the interior decorations appear and disappear.
Several lanterns hung below the signs.

I knew about this place because it was a frequent topic of conversation among boys, especially
when discussing scantily clad girls on campus.

We'd say, "Look at her, she looks like she came from the 'Pink Powder Street'!"

Although this analogy might be a bit inappropriate, since the women on "Pink Powder Street" were almost all prostitutes,
it only meant that the girl was dressed provocatively, without any deeper meaning.

Indeed, the women on this street were dressed very provocatively. Like the woman walking in front of me, she wore
a tight V-neck top, the low neckline seemingly exposing her entire cleavage, and an extremely short
mini-skirt —so short that if she bent over even slightly, you could see her underwear. She wore
very high heels, and as she walked, her hips swayed, the clatter of her heels on the concrete making
a sexy sound. Her long hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, and of course, she wore bright red, sexy lips.

Watching the beautiful woman's gait, and fantasizing about the pink flesh between her legs, my penis started to harden
, pressing against my jeans. A sharp pain shot through me, and I had to stop walking
behind her. I looked around at the shops, considering which one to choose. After all, I came
here to enjoy myself, not just to look around. After looking around, I found that almost all the shops here were
the same , just offering massages and foot reflexology. So, I wandered into a small shop further inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw four very attractive women sitting in the lobby. Upon seeing a customer
, one of the older women came over to greet me: "Come in, come in!"

Her voice was very affectionate, and I felt as if I were being lured into stepping inside.

I asked her, "Do you offer foot reflexology here?"

Since I had never been to a place like this before
and I could only ask tentatively.

She said, "Yes, we do. Quickly change your shoes and come to the back room."

I changed into slippers and followed her into the inner room. I guessed she was the owner or something
, because she seemed to be the oldest among them. Would she personally give me the massage?

I couldn't help but wonder, so I asked, "Are you going to do it for me?"

She turned her head and said jokingly, "Yes, what's wrong? Are you trying to say I'm old?" I didn't expect
her to be so direct, hitting the nail on the head right away.

However, I wasn't thinking about other young women; I particularly like older women now,
especially married young women. I quickly said, "No, I like older women, I just wanted to
confirm if it was you who did it for me." She smiled happily, "Heh, you're quite the charmer!"

I followed her into a room that wasn't very big. I looked around; in the center of the room was a massage
bed, and next to it was a bathroom. The room was dimly lit, and everything looked yellowish-brown.

She pointed to the massage bed and said to me, "Sit down, um...you're just getting a foot massage? Don't you want any other
services?"

Hearing this, it seemed like we were about to get down to business, so I asked, "Others? What other services
do you offer?"

She said, "Like oral sex and stuff."

I was overjoyed, thinking, "I came to the right place, and I even met such a lovely auntie!" But
before making this kind of deal, I figured I should ask about the price first, to avoid being ripped off. I asked, "How much is the oral sex?"
"How much?" I asked impatiently, eager to know the price. The proprietress, seeing my eagerness, beamed. She didn't
answer immediately, but instead pulled down her tight red dress. The dress seemed to tighten even more, making her large breasts stand erect. Was she seducing me? I wondered. At that moment, I also carefully observed her. When I first entered, I was a little nervous because it was my first time in a place like this, so I hadn't really looked at this woman properly. Her figure was undeniably stunning. If you only looked at her neck and below, you would think she was a young woman in her early twenties—large breasts, a large bottom, and most strikingly, a tiny waist. It was so slender that it seemed I could easily wrap my arm around her. Her slender waist made her breasts and buttocks appear even larger; she was truly a mature woman. It was a waste for someone with such a figure to be a prostitute! I thought with pity for her. Her face didn't look so young; faint wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes and on her cheeks when she spoke, but she was still beautiful—a round forehead, a pert nose, and deep-set eyes that seemed to see right through you, a kind of wisdom that comes from experience. Judging from her age, she was at least 10 years older than me. She continued to tease me, her deep eyes filled with affection, her buttocks raised, her head turned; her mature womanhood was suffocating . Finally, she spoke: "Oral sex is 90 yuan a time, good technique!" " I was stunned. That's too expensive! It's just oral sex, is it really that expensive? But when I looked at this sexy auntie in front of me, I really didn't want to miss out! I wanted to be devoured by her seasoned body. Now I think the more mature a woman is, the more beautiful she is, and the older she is, the more alluring she becomes. Luckily, I had enough money with me, so I said, 'So you'll do it for me?' She said, 'Yes, but if you want, you can use someone else!' I saw a hint of disappointment in her expression when she said that. After all, this is how she makes money, so I couldn't let my money go to someone else. I let her do it, which was the biggest benefit I could give her. We settled the deal, and she got up to close the door. In the small, enclosed space, it was just the two of us, a man and a woman alone. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she said, 'Young man, you don't look very old. How old are you this year?'" " Although I'm only 20 years old, I look much older than I am. I'm tall and have a mature appearance. I remember one morning I was going to be late for school, so I hurriedly hailed a taxi. The driver was probably around 28 or 29 years old. After I got in, he asked me, 'Brother, which way are you going?' I was both amused and exasperated. I thought if I exaggerated my age, people who didn't know me would definitely believe me! I said, 'I'm 25 this year. And how old are you, sister?' She said, 'Hmm, I knew you weren't that old. I'm 32 this year.'" " I know this might be an understatement. She's around , meaning she's the same age as my second aunt. But although my second aunt is also 39, she looks younger because she takes excellent care of herself; her face is almost wrinkle-free. Another aunt-aged woman! But I like aunts who exude femininity. Women generally have careers and happy families. Time has taught them to be capable and shrewd. The only regret is that they are aging. They have a desire to fight against time, to regain their youth and passion. So they probably crave the attention of a young man like me, that kind of reckless passion. When I asked her a second time, 'Are you going to do it for me?' she seemed a little..." Her disappointed eyes told me she wanted more than just my money; she wanted my body. Before this sexually voracious old prostitute, I was like prey she'd been waiting for! Her proud gaze seemed to want to possess me entirely, as she savored her meal! She took off her top and skirt, leaving only a leopard-print bra and thong. I was captivated by the sight before me —a truly mature female body! This auntie was far more beautiful than my second auntie when she wore her bra; her buttocks were pert and seemed to await a man's protection. Instantly, I felt a strong, intoxicating feminine scent waft towards me. She looked at me, sitting dumbfounded on the edge of the bed, my gaze brazenly searching her body. She said with satisfaction, "Hmm, let's wash your big treasure first!" " As she spoke, she stood up and went to the bathroom to get water. Her buttocks, clad in a thong, were facing me. I could see that the thin strap at the back couldn't completely cover her thick labia majora, with a few pubic hairs covering them . The thin strap only covered her labia minora, preventing me from seeing the pinkish-red flesh that fascinated me. Her genitals were very full, like her breasts, almost bursting out from under her bra, and the mystery beneath that strap fascinated me. I wanted nothing more than to rush up to her right then and there, rip open her panties, and..." I inserted something, and looking at that plump lower body, my penis was already hard. Just then, Auntie came out with a basin of water. As she placed the basin on the chair, she looked at my little tent and said in a slightly seductive tone, "Little brother, aren't you hot? If you're hot, take off your clothes... " I obediently took off all my clothes. My penis, freed from the restraint of my pants, became liberated and immediately shot up at a 45-degree angle. Auntie looked at my penis with greedy eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh...it's so big! Very good! Come here, let me wash your little treasure for you." I obediently walked up to her and half-squatted over the basin of water. The auntie's hands began to splash water onto my penis. The water was neither too hot nor too cold, and the flow of water over my swollen penis felt wonderful. After penis, the auntie's hands began to massage it. Her fingers were slender, her nails long, and her skin delicate, like a baby's. These were a pair of incredibly feminine hands. Being touched by such hands, I felt my female hormones surging around my genitals. She wasn't just stroking me; it was more like giving me a penis massage, pressing and rubbing clockwise at the base of my penis and the frenulum. She seemed to know a lot about men's G-spots, their erogenous zones. As she massaged me, I felt a surge of heat rising from my penis, and my body quickly heated up.

Come here.

She was squatting down, legs spread apart, the position a woman squats to urinate in. I looked at her spread
legs; the strap of her thong was now nestled between her labia minora. I could see her
labia now, lazily peeking out, the inner part wet, like a
thirsty , welcoming the entry of the penis she longed for.

I was mesmerized by that alluring sight. How I wanted to reach up and touch the deep, fleshy opening beneath those labia! My
hand unconsciously moved towards the area between her thighs, but halfway there, I suddenly remembered: I came
here to give her oral sex. Would touching her like this be considered an unnecessary service?

So I asked her, "Sister, you've already touched my little darling, so can I touch yours?"

She probably expected I wouldn't be able to control myself, but she didn't expect me to ask her that.
A . She said, "My little darling is very delicate! You have to take good care of her!"

With that, she grabbed my hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, and guided it to her little secret place. I used
one finger to lift her thong, pulling it down to the right side of her little darling. Now, her little darling
was completely exposed to me. As she said, it was indeed very tender. A little bit of nectar seeped from the opening, moistening her labia
and making them very smooth. I placed my hand on it, and the feel of her labia minora was truly delicate and tender!

Perhaps it was the result of long-term nourishment from the nectar at the opening! I thought, looking at her moist little hole, my
penis involuntarily twitched up and down twice.

The auntie saw all of this and said, "Looks like little brother's little darling wants mine
!"

I said, "Sister, you're really something! Not only are you beautiful, but your little darling is even more beautiful. Of course, my
little darling will be impatient!"

I knew that if I asked for other services, I wouldn't have enough money, so what I said earlier was just
a joke

to ease the awkward atmosphere. After all, we didn't know each other before, and this feeling was very exciting. We
were doing a sex transaction; I gave her money, and she provided services. Strangers would strip naked and
seek each other's paradise. It was a transaction that allowed us to see each other's body secrets; it was a transaction that led me
to meet this auntie who was much older than me.

If this weren't a sex transaction, she might be one of my classmates' mothers, or my neighbor's auntie.
But now, here, we didn't have so many concerns. Age and seniority didn't matter;
all we had was the most primal desire between a man and a woman!

She handed me a dry towel to wipe my genitals, saying, "Lie down on the bed, I'll do it for you right away
."

I lay down, and she told me to prop my legs up and spread them apart so she could bury her head between them
to give me oral sex. She didn't start oral sex directly; instead, she massaged my penis with her hands , not much different from the massage she

did when washing it— it felt very stimulating. The difference was that this time she massaged my scrotum, playing with my testicles. She gently rubbed back and forth rhythmically, and I felt my penis tighten even more. Just as I was enjoying the almost melting sensation in my testicles, a hot spring-like heat enveloped my genitals. The oral sex had begun; she started sucking on my penis with great force, as if my genitals were trapped in something inescapable. She slowly began to sink, and soon she started using her tongue to create pleasure for me. Her tongue was very strong; my penis was intertwined with her tongue in her mouth. This feeling was amazing, completely different from the feeling when my aunt gave me oral sex. This felt much more intense, and I felt like she was seducing me, seducing this younger brother who was more than ten years younger than her—a strong sense of conquest. I couldn't help but marvel; she was so old, yet she still had such a strong sex drive! It was truly impressive! Her tongue began to move up and down, faster and faster. My penis felt not only the softness of her tongue but the occasional contact with her teeth. Her teeth were like a sex vibrator; whenever my penis scraped against them, it felt like being electrocuted. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly, I felt a heat gradually building up in my lower abdomen. I felt an orgasm was coming, so I shouted , "Sister, it feels so good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Hearing me shout this, she stopped, pulled her mouth away from me, and asked, "Are you about to climax ?" At that moment, I was on the verge of climax, about to explode, but Auntie suddenly stopped, leaving me feeling incredibly frustrated. I didn't know what Auntie was up to, so I could only say, "Yes, almost. Auntie, you're really good." Hearing the praise, she seemed quite pleased, saying, "Wait for me, I have something even more amazing!" Saying this, she ran to the refrigerator and took out an ice cube tray. I looked at her, completely puzzled, and asked, "Sister, what's this for?" Auntie remained mysterious, saying, "You'll find out in a moment." Then she put three ice cubes in her mouth. Seeing this, I seemed to know what she was going to do. She was using ice!? What kind of oral sex was this? This was a bit strange, but I didn't know what effect the ice would have on my body , so I didn't ask and just watched her performance. I was also burning up uncomfortably, thinking, "Hurry up, sister, help me get rid of this!" Auntie's little mouth finally lowered, finally taking my penis inside. In an instant, I felt a chill, a needle-like stinging sensation spreading across my penis . No wonder, my penis was burning hot just before orgasm, while this ice was very cold. The collision of heat and cold naturally created a hundred sensations. The needle-like pain, like the immense pleasure after masochism, instantly engulfed my entire body. After this intense stimulation, the blood inside my penis felt like it was about to burst. I felt the veins on my penis bulging, the erection unusually strong, while the orgasm was controlled at a stable level, preventing me from easily reaching orgasm. Therefore, I enjoyed this incredibly pleasurable orgasm , and Auntie sped up her oral sex. She began to thrust violently, the ice in her mouth slowly melting over time, while my penis...

My penis slowly warmed up, and Auntie's movements were incredibly fast.

About five minutes passed like this, and I couldn't control the immense energy gathered in my lower abdomen any longer.
With a long cry, my penis shot out a powerful jet of heat—my most powerful ejaculation
ever, because my energy had reached its peak.

After the orgasm, I was utterly exhausted. I'd never been so tired before. Thinking back, it felt like I'd
experienced an orgasm that lasted over five minutes. Normally, an orgasm only lasts about ten seconds, but this one felt like
a long five minutes—it really drained my energy.

I looked at Auntie; she seemed tired too. We rested for a while, chatted about everyday things, and I gave
her 100 yuan without asking for change. We said goodbye and left.

As I left, Auntie seemed a little reluctant to let me go. She said, "Young man, come back often sometime! I
'll be waiting for you!"

I turned back and said, "Yes, I will! I definitely will..." and walked away without looking back.

As I walked, I thought to myself, "This woman's oral skills are really something else!
Just the oral sex felt even better than intercourse." Suddenly, a term from adult films came to mind: "Wow,
was that the legendary 'Fivefold Ice and Fire' technique the auntie just used on me?"

Regardless, I'd already tasted the sweetness of that technique. I wondered when I could
use it ! To let her experience that kind of intense pleasure.

Thinking this, I quickened my pace. I'd checked my watch; it was time for school to let out, and I needed to
get home on time to avoid being discovered by my second uncle and aunt… I rode my bicycle home, feeling a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't feel more relaxed than I did
. All the unpleasantness of the day vanished instantly. But let me clarify: I didn't go out to find a prostitute to get revenge on my second aunt; it was just to find some peace of mind. When someone is heartbroken, the timely appearance of the right woman can always give them the courage and strength to start over . So, although I had just given myself to that aunt, I now missed my second aunt even more—her voice, her gentleness, and of course, her body. As I was thinking about my second aunt, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower body. Perhaps it was from the intense stimulation when , I thought. But a terrible thought flashed through my mind: could I have contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease? A cold sweat ran down my back. I regretted my impulsive decision to go to . How could I have made such a rash decision? My second aunt and I had agreed to be each other's sex partners, and my uncle's return was only temporary . After he left, I could do whatever I wanted with my second aunt . I didn't need to find another partner, did I? Then I thought back carefully, wondering if I had really contracted some kind of sexually transmitted disease. In terms of sex education, I know that STIs like AIDS are transmitted through bodily fluids such as breast milk, urine, saliva, semen, and vaginal secretions. But I hadn't had sexual intercourse with that woman , meaning vaginal secretions and urine were ruled out. She only performed oral sex on me, so saliva must be included! This realization stunned me. My heart was filled with despair and inner conflict. I deeply regretted my rash actions . I muttered to myself, "I shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't have gone there!" I got home quickly, no longer able to think about anything else, my mind filled with anxiety . I said a few words to them and ran to my room, quickly unzipped my pants, and examined my penis. I only saw a slight redness and swelling at the coronal rim of the glans, nothing more. Was this from the woman's oral sex, or a sign of an STI? I didn't dare to be careless and thought I'd observe for a couple of days to see how it went. I'd read books about this before; if you have a sexually transmitted disease, small bumps might appear on the surface of your genitals. I decided to observe for a week. If I didn't have any adverse reactions after a week, it meant the swelling was just from my aunt's overly vigorous oral sex. Sitting at my desk, worried about my genitals, I absentmindedly looked at my college entrance exam practice questions when suddenly there was a knock on the door and my aunt's voice: "I'm in! I made you a cup of milk to replenish your nutrition !" She pushed the door open and came in. Hearing this, I smiled slightly. I knew she was doing it on purpose, to make sure my uncle didn't suspect anything . Since my relationship with my aunt had become so intimate, she always just pushed the door open when she entered my bedroom— no complicated formalities! My second aunt came in and closed the door. She was dressed rather conservatively today, still in her pajamas, just a t-shirt and knee-length skirt. Our eyes met; though there was a burning passion, it wasn't appropriate to show it. She came over, placed the milk on my desk, and seeing the homework I'd finished, said, "You're very diligent! What a good child! Drink this !" I said, "Yes, thank you, Auntie." Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Auntie, I missed you!" She whispered back, "I know how you feel, but remember our promise. Also, I should tell you, your second uncle said he's leaving the day after tomorrow!" Hearing this, I was overjoyed and grabbed her hand, calling out sweetly, "Auntie!" She seemed happy too. She went behind her chair, bent down, and hugged me from behind. I felt that familiar softness against my back —her large breasts! Then, she kissed my left cheek from behind, and at that moment I felt incredibly happy! But the instant those wet lips left my cheek, the anxiety I had just felt returned like a jarring alarm bell, ringing in my ears: Had I contracted an STD? The troubling question returned, thankfully, my aunt didn't notice the change in my expression. Watching her leave the room, my heart suddenly felt heavy. I tried my best to remain calm and clear my chaotic thoughts, and finally, I came to a conclusion…

If I were the only one to contract an STD, I would have
to bear the pain alone. But if I couldn't control myself and infected my aunt, it would be like passing on that
pain to her as well. I don't want that to happen!

I want to see my aunt healthy and beautiful forever. So I decided I
would rather sacrifice my own desires than let the same tragedy repeat itself on her. Thinking this, I felt a sense
of peace. I did a few more quizzes and then went to sleep…
Ring

, ring… I was woken by the familiar alarm clock. The pain in my lower body seemed to have disappeared. I lay in bed,
my eyes still heavy with sleep, and pulled up my underwear to look at my penis. The scary
red swelling from yesterday had disappeared.

It seemed to be the result of playing with ice and fire, but the possibility of contracting an STD still couldn't be ruled out. After all, those disgusting
little bumps couldn't have all appeared in a day; it would definitely take time to confirm.

At breakfast, my second uncle was still asleep. Only my second aunt and I were at the table. We didn't
talk much, just like usual. However, a few times when our eyes met, I instinctively
avoided her gaze, but I tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

My second uncle is leaving tomorrow, and it will just be her and me at home. What should I
do if we get intimate? How can I refuse her without letting her discover my secret? If I hadn't gone to
the prostitute , I could probably do anything smoothly tomorrow, but this unexpected situation forced me to change my
plans, focusing solely on how to deal with my second aunt.

After school that evening, I walked upstairs with my head down and heavy steps. Today was the day my second uncle was leaving;
I should have been excited, but today felt like a disaster, leaving me listless.

I knocked twice when I got home, and the door opened immediately.

My second aunt placed her hands on the door and said cheerfully, "You're back!"

Her lips curled into a slight smile, making her look like a cute little girl. I forced myself to enter the house, only
to find my second aunt, wrapped in a bathrobe, opening the door for me. Noticing my strange look, she said, "I just
took a shower, I just finished!"

I noticed how sexy she looked wrapped in her white bathrobe! The top was so low it barely covered her nipples, with
a hint of pink areola peeking out, making me want to see the full view of that icy glimpse!

The bottom was so short it only reached her thighs; as she moved, the hem of the bathrobe swayed from side to side, revealing her
alluring pink panties. The pink of the panties was a pure, creamy pink, looking incredibly appetizing, making
me want to devour them immediately.

Looking at my sexy aunt, my lower body instantly hardened, and desire burned within
me . I put down my backpack, walked closer to her, and put my arms around her waist, saying, "You look so beautiful tonight!"

My aunt blushed, raised her hand, and began to caress the muscles of my chest, saying, "Do you want me tonight?
If you do, I'll definitely give it to you!"

These words suddenly reminded me, so I reached out and tugged at her bathrobe. The bathrobe was loosely tied,
and with a gentle pull, it fell to the ground, revealing my aunt's pert breasts. I used my right hand to rub her
right breast, occasionally touching her nipple. She began to close her eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

A moment later, she used her right hand to grab my left hand and placed it on her left breast. Now, I
had both hands holding her breasts, which were big and soft—it felt amazing. She was getting more and more aroused and slowly
began to moan softly, "So good, so comfortable! Come and fuck me! My little sister down there can't wait any longer
!"

At this point, simple breast massage no longer seemed to work on her. She grabbed my left hand and pulled
it down, placing it near her lower abdomen. I understood and slipped my hand into her pink
panties , running my fingers down her pubic hair until I felt her clitoris, which was already hardening. Further down were her labia and vulva.
By this time, her genitals were already soaking wet.

The mucus flowing from her vagina clung to her pink panties, and I, already aroused,
felt a burning desire coursing through my body. Seeing the slightly damp panties, I felt her vagina was overflowing with juices
, and I hurriedly pulled down my aunt's panties, wanting to insert my fingers into that juicy jar.

But then, something my aunt did that seemed crazy to me instantly calmed me down. She stuck out her
little tongue and brought it towards my mouth, saying, "Kiss me, kiss me now!"

If I accepted her kiss, the next thing to happen would be an exchange of bodily fluids!

Although we had physical contact earlier, it had only been with my hands, skin-to-skin contact; my
bodily fluids hadn't come into contact with her body, so she wouldn't get my STD. But now she wanted me to kiss her—
this was crossing a line!

So when her lips were about to touch mine, I pulled away, stopping
all movements. Because my face was turned to the right, she kissed my left cheek. She suddenly realized
something was wrong, noticed something was amiss, opened her eyes, and looked at me, who was standing there dumbfounded,
asking, "What's wrong with you?" I didn't dare look my aunt in the eye, looking away, and stammered, "Well, it's because I was too tired from studying today
, and I'm not feeling well." Hearing this, my aunt breathed a sigh of relief, her expression immediately returning to its previous warmth, and she immediately threw herself into my arms. She buried her head in my shoulder, pressing her large breasts against my chest, and said, "But you have me, don't you? I'll help you relax." As she spoke, her lovely pink tongue once again reached for my lips. I remained rationally clear-headed, trying not to let lust consume my soul. Although I was burning with desire, I still avoided her kiss this time and even pushed her away from my arms. My aunt seemed never to have expected me to do such a thing. She stood there dumbfounded, looking at me with a face full of confusion, like a child who had done something wrong, very vulnerable. But she didn't know what she had done wrong. I saw countless question marks on her face. At that moment, I couldn't say anything. My only thought was to keep my distance from my aunt during my observation period for my illness and avoid intimate physical contact with her.

After all, I didn't want the woman I loved so deeply to contract this strange disease. I rejected her because I love her!

My second aunt, however, had no idea what I was really thinking. Her face was full of question marks. Seeing my
calm expression, she seemed to understand something. Her expression darkened, she picked up her bathrobe from the floor, wrapped it around herself
again , and ran back to her room.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold, as cold as the Arctic in winter, making me feel very
uncomfortable . But I did everything for her own good. My second aunt didn't know that I had gone to see a prostitute the night before.

Although she might misunderstand me now, I
knew .

I picked up my schoolbag from the floor and went back to my room. I closed the door and quietly thought about it. I realized that
if I wanted to return to my previous relationship with my aunt,
I could only do so after the one-week observation period, and only after I was sure I hadn't contracted any STDs. Before that, I
didn't think I would act rashly. Thinking about it, yesterday and today had passed, so there were only five days left. I
told myself, just bear with it a little longer, just five more days and I could enjoy intimacy with my aunt again. But until then, my
only solution might be masturbation.

While caressing my aunt earlier, my penis was already incredibly hard, and it desperately needed release.
The scent of her freshly bathed body still seemed to linger around me, and
memories of our past lovemaking flashed through my mind. Thinking of her intense need for me, her seductive allure, my penis immediately hardened again. I
grasped it and quickened my stroking…

The next day, aside from preparing breakfast and tidying the house as usual, she ignored me. She wouldn't
speak to me. When I tried to talk to her, she would only give a brief reply and then fall silent. I knew she was
angry with me; my sudden actions yesterday seemed to have hurt her deeply.

Although I realized she was putting on a show for me, I didn't show it too much.
I told myself, "Five more days, hang in there."

Seeing my nonchalant attitude seemed to make her even angrier. At home, she dressed herself up
more sexily and glamorously than ever before. She even went shopping and bought several new pieces of sexy lingerie.
When we were alone at home, she would wear those new lingerie. I saw all of this. My aunt was seducing me.
She didn't believe I wouldn't be tempted. She probably hoped I would suddenly hug her, tear off all her clothes, and have a
passionate lovemaking session.

But she had no idea what I was thinking. Looking at the lace and openwork of those lingerie, I really
thought my aunt looked incredibly sexy and feminine in them. My heart fluttered. Every time my
aunt lifted her buttocks, and I could see the hidden dark forest below through the gap in her lace panties, I
could feel the moist warmth deep within the forest. How I longed for the long-lost nourishment of that fleshy cave! But I tried hard
to control myself, trying not to lose myself.

Seeing that none of this seemed to work on me, my aunt gradually became disheartened. However,
we were still in a cold war, neither of us wanting to be the first to touch the other's body.

It was another long weekend, a day off for my aunt, and we
were . She was eating fruit and watching TV in the living room—another Korean drama—while I was shaving in the bathroom. My
beard hadn't been trimmed in a long time, so it was taking me a lot of effort, almost
half an hour.

As I was carefully trimming my stubble, I suddenly heard my aunt's urgent knocking on the door: "
What are you doing in there for so long? Open the door quickly, I can't hold it in anymore!"

I thought she must have eaten too much fruit, so I opened the bathroom door. I saw her
covering her lower body with her right hand; she really was holding it in. Seeing that I had opened the door, she didn't care if I was there
or not , went straight to the toilet, quickly pulled down her pretty lace-patterned underwear, and squatted
down.

I had never seen a woman urinate in person before. Of course,
I had seen little girls as young as two or three years old urinate, but I had never seen an adult woman urinate. Adults go to the women's restroom, and men are not allowed in the women's
restroom , so a woman urinating must have been a highly confidential matter for me. I
felt there was some kind of unfairness in this regard.

Women generally have a much greater chance of seeing men urinate—maybe on the street,
maybe , maybe at home—but men have a pitifully small chance of seeing women urinate, unless they go to the women's restroom.
Otherwise, it's like a windfall.

*Shh, whoosh…* My aunt seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. Just as she urinated, she let out a
relieved cry, "Ah…"

From the gushing sound, you could tell that the stream of water must have been very thick and fast. A woman's
stream seems to be thicker than a man's. If a man's stream is like flowing from a water gun, then a woman's
stream is like flowing from a tap.

I listened intently to the sound of my second aunt urinating, imagining what it looked like when she urinated. Suddenly, I felt a surge of
curiosity , an urge to watch. I put down my razor and turned to look at
my second aunt, who was sitting on the toilet with her head down. The sound of the water stopped.

She finished urinating and was about to stand up to put on her underwear when she looked up and saw me staring intently
at her crotch. Seeing my burning gaze, she suddenly lowered her hand
from her underwear, leaving it hanging at her knees. She reached for some toilet paper, tore off a small amount, and reached between her thighs
, wiping it on her wet, slightly dripping vulva. It was a very sexy and alluring
wipe , the movement filled with infinite tenderness. Through my second aunt's performance, it seemed that urination was not something
ugly or shameful, but rather something beautiful, like art!

As my second aunt stood up, the urine in the toilet began to evaporate. A woman's urine smells
different from a man's; it's more pungent, seemingly mixed with the scent of estrogen. This
immediately , a male, my penis became erect, my blood began to boil, and my hand unconsciously moved towards my second aunt's
genitals…
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My hand slowly reached towards my second aunt's genitals, my eyes stealing a glance at her. My second aunt was looking at me…
Her hand came over, and her eyes instantly filled with boundless hope. That burning gaze made me sense her
need. She instinctively arched her lower body, allowing me a clearer view of her genitals. The bathroom
still reeked of a strong, pungent odor of urine. I hadn't touched my aunt's body in a long time, and this intense smell made
me lose control of my reason.

My aunt's every move seemed to be a plea: "Come on, touch me! Don't stop!"

Suddenly, I found my aunt quite adorable, and this feeling filled me with intense guilt.
No , absolutely not! I mustn't act rashly until I see the results in five days! Thinking of this, I started to pull my hand
back…

Seeing this, my second aunt's eyes instantly turned to anger. She stepped forward, grabbed my collar, and pressed
me against the sink counter, stepping on it with her left foot. She glared at me fiercely and said, “
What ? I felt something was off about you the other day. You've changed, you know that? What happened that day
when we were together? You tried to avoid me. Ha, you're starting to dislike me, aren't you?”

Was she going to abandon me? Hearing my second aunt say this, I was stunned. How could she think that? I had
absolutely no intention of leaving. My departure was only temporary; it was all for her own good. How could she
not feel that? I never expected my selfishness to cause my second aunt so much pain. Seeing that my good intentions had
backfired, I couldn't help but regret my past impulsiveness. How could I have made such a rash decision without considering her feelings
? Perhaps it wasn't too late to make amends now.

I quickly interrupted my aunt's questioning, saying, "No, it's not what you think. I really
feel uncomfortable..."

My aunt seemed furious and immediately interrupted me as well, saying, "Who would
believe such an absurd lie? If you're uncomfortable, then why were you reacting so well just now? Are you deliberately trying to hurt me
? You want to embarrass me so I'll stay far away from you..."

Hearing this, I felt the misunderstanding between my aunt and me was deepening. My lack of initiative was only causing her more
distress. Now, the observation period and the STDs didn't seem important anymore.
If my actions could make my aunt feel better and help her rediscover her happiness, then I
would consider it all worthwhile.

With that thought, I quickly covered my lips with my aunt's, who was still full of complaints.
Instantly, the entire bathroom fell silent.

We stopped arguing. My aunt noticed my body temperature and readily accepted my kiss. Our
familiar bodies, separated for so long and longing for each other, ignited passion instantly.
Our tongues intertwined, and a passionate kiss began.

Because we knew each other so well, everything progressed so naturally, like a retired basketball player
easily regaining the dominance of his championship days.

We kissed deeply for about ten minutes, then, feeling a little breathless, we separated. I
opened my eyes and looked at my aunt. She seemed to have calmed down considerably. If she had been like an
angry little lioness, now she was like a docile little lamb.

The argument we just had only intensified my love for her, making me want to cherish her and protect her from further
harm. I grabbed my aunt's shoulders and said, "It was my fault before, I was wrong, but
I promise I'll never do anything so foolish again. I love you!"

My aunt wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me. She no longer rejected my love, but wholeheartedly
enjoyed and savored it.

The pungent smell in the bathroom still lingered, that suffocating odor constantly stimulating my sensitive
nerves, and simultaneously drawing my attention to my aunt's genitals. She was still in
the same position, her left foot on the sink counter, her right foot on the floor, exposing her genitals to me in maximum exposure.
My aunt's split-leg posture was incredibly sexy, and I couldn't resist touching
it. The familiar pubic hair, the familiar pinkish-red labia, the edges of the pubic hair
still glistening with urine, as if she hadn't wiped properly after urinating.

I couldn't wait to wipe away the urine droplets with my fingers, then my gaze lingered on the long-missed labia minora. My second
aunt's labia minora were my favorite to caress—delicate, smooth, and the opening was already soaked with moisture,
the honey-like fluid making the labia minora even more tender. I really wanted to devour her whole!

Just as I was about to kiss those lovely labia minora, my second aunt patted my chest and said, "It
's not comfortable doing it in the toilet, shall we go to the bed?"

I nodded knowingly, picked up my second aunt like I was carrying my wife, and rushed into her and my second uncle's room.
There was a large double bed there. I put my second aunt down, thinking that this was where my second uncle and second aunt usually made
love , and now my second aunt was between my legs. I couldn't help but feel very excited. Looking at this soft and large
double bed, I felt that making love with my second aunt on this bed would be very enjoyable and fulfilling.

Just as I was about to enjoy some intimate moments with my aunt, I looked up and suddenly noticed
a large wedding anniversary photo of my uncle and aunt hanging on the wall above the double bed… In
the

photo, my aunt was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, and my uncle was wearing a black suit. My aunt's left arm
was linked with his, and her head was resting on his shoulder, looking very affectionate. Their faces were filled with sweetness
and happiness.

My aunt saw me staring at the large photo and laughed, saying, “You’re jealous!”

After all the ups and downs we’d gone through, our relationship was quite solid, and I didn’t hide my feelings, saying, “Yes,
it’s very enviable!”

My aunt sat up and gave me a long kiss, saying, "I love you too! You'll always be my little
silly. The other day, you ignored me, and I thought I'd lost you. I regretted not
telling you I loved you then. I hope it's not too late. Tell me, my little silly, is it too late
?"

I grabbed her hand. Her words had deeply moved me. I felt my efforts hadn't been in vain;
everything had been rewarded. I had finally found true love.

I said, "I love you too, that will never change."

We kissed again, and then my aunt took my hand and placed it on her
genitals . Her vagina was already very wet, with a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out. I stroked her labia minora...
I gently massaged her up and down, but soon, just using my hands seemed insufficient to satisfy my
longing for my aunt's secret garden.

So I turned around, spread her thighs, and her genitals were fully exposed. I
buried my head between her long, slender legs, held them with both hands, and licked her wet
labia with my tongue. This was the first time I had given my aunt oral sex, the first time I had tasted the flavor of her private parts.

With the light touch of my tongue, my aunt arched her back and cried out, "Oh, it's so itchy, so itchy
..." Her lewd cries strongly stimulated me, making me increase the pressure of my tongue. My aunt
began to moan, "Ah, so comfortable, so good, bite me, bite me..."

It seemed that oral sex was a very pleasurable thing for my aunt. Seeing her so satisfied, I couldn't help but
want to show my best self. I tried hard to recall how men gave oral sex to actresses in porn movies, and it seemed that
stimulation of the clitoris was more important.

Thinking this, I moved my tongue upwards. There was a small, tubular piece of tender flesh there; that must be the clitoris
. The base of the tubular flesh was already swollen, making the tube round. That was probably
a sign of my aunt's sexual arousal. However, there was still a small opening near the frenulum of the clitoris, indicating that the clitoris wasn't fully
exposed . A clitoris that has been strongly stimulated should have its head exposed, and its shape is somewhat similar to
the glans of a penis.

The clitoral head can be considered a woman's erogenous zone, meaning that stimulating it will give a woman
unprecedented pleasure.

I licked the small opening at the bottom of the tubular flesh with my tongue. Although the clitoral head wasn't exposed yet, that area
was still very sensitive. With just a light touch of my tongue, my aunt started grabbing the sheets on the bed,
twisting her body, and letting out a long, painful scream: "Ah..."

Then she arched her back, seemingly to get closer to my tongue so I could penetrate deeper
. I knew my aunt was enjoying this.

I gained confidence and increased the intensity, circling the tubular flesh with my tongue. Under
my stimulation, it gradually hardened and soon stood erect, like a penis,
and the clitoral glans was exposed. Later, I realized that the tubular flesh outside the clitoral glans looked just like a foreskin, only it
covered the clitoral glans. Normally, you can't see the clitoral glans. My aunt's clitoris was a slightly reddish-
white color , obviously because it was covered by the outer skin day and night and didn't have much pigment. It looked like
a white face that never saw the sun.

When the clitoral glans emerged, I began to suck on it with my mouth. My aunt
clearly couldn't handle the stimulation; she writhed violently and soon became drenched in sweat,
repeatedly saying, "I can't take it anymore, it's coming, it's coming, I'm suffocating..."

Hearing my aunt's cries, I assumed she was about to climax. It seemed this trick was indeed effective,
bringing a woman to orgasm so easily. So I moved my tongue away and started using my hands. I first dipped
a little honey syrup around the vulva as lubricant, then pinched it between my index finger and thumb... My clitoris was taut and I began to rub it rapidly.
My second aunt screamed even louder and twisted more violently, shouting, "I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, I'm peeing..."

In the blink of an eye, a stream of pale yellow water gushed out from a small hole above her vaginal opening.
That small hole must have been my second aunt's urethra. The stream shot very high. At first, I thought my second aunt had
an orgasm , but when I heard her say that she had peed, I realized that it was my second aunt's urine. But it was too late
. I didn't have time to dodge, and the urine shot onto my face and then splashed all over my body.

It seems the fruit my second aunt ate earlier upset her. She urinated for a good half minute. I saw
the stream of urine come out from the middle of her vulva, shooting out at a 45-degree angle, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air
before gradually weakening and eventually scattering
onto her vulva. Her genitals were drenched in her own urine, and I was also
soaked. The bed was completely wet, the blankets and sheets were all soaked. It seems my second aunt
's little outburst was quite powerful this time!

The bedroom was filled with the smell of a woman's urine, that same pungent, erotic scent that instantly aroused me.
With urine still dripping from my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was indeed
that intensely pungent smell. The urine, fresh from my aunt's body, was still slightly warm.
Feeling my aunt's bodily fluids so closely—something from her body—the thought filled me
with immense excitement.

My aunt's urine didn't disgust me; instead, it made me want to drink it even more. Seeing that her genitals
were already soaked, I stuck out my tongue and kissed her wet
vulva . My aunt seemed somewhat exhausted from the intense stimulation.

I sucked on her vulva, and she only moaned softly. She was probably a little tired. The strong, pungent smell
repeatedly assaulted my olfactory and gustatory nerves, driving my sexual nerves straight to
the peak . My penis was erect, and I felt an urgent need for a vaginal opening to relieve its burning sensation.

So, without even wiping away the remaining urine on both of us, I spread my aunt's legs, took
my penis, and knelt down at her vulva, beginning to search for an outlet. I
dipped my penis in a little of the vaginal fluid, and with a downward smear, my penis smoothly entered my aunt's body.
Instantly I felt how warm my aunt's body was...
My

aunt felt my penis enter and immediately became alert. She grabbed my buttocks, making my
penis fit her vagina more tightly. Then, my aunt began to contract her vagina strongly, and my
penis was tightly gripped and sucked by her vagina, being pulled deeper into her vagina.

We locked eyes, and she looked at me tenderly, saying, "Come on, let's get started!"

I nodded, and my body began to sway back and forth. Our lower bodies collided, making a "slap, slap
" sound. We began our passionate union, a tender entanglement, on this soft and comfortable double bed,
we changed positions and movements.

Of course, there was also my favorite position: my aunt riding on top of me, her body moving up and down, back and forth.
I felt intensely being fucked by her penis, being surrounded by a mature woman nearing 40. Her
strong made me feel incredibly happy…

And so, in the days that followed, whenever either of us needed something, we would exchange
glances and then release our primal desires on each other's bodies.

During this time, I didn't neglect my studies. I felt
very relaxed since maintaining this sexual relationship with my aunt. I had a renewed drive in both my studies and life that I never had before, and I
began to reflect on things related to marriage. Yes, a good sex life is the source of health and vitality,
the cornerstone of success!

In the June college entrance examination, I achieved outstanding results and was admitted to a prestigious university in Shanghai. All
my family members congratulated me; they were all proud and happy for me.

But one person was the most disappointed at this moment—my aunt. Yes, I was going to university,
leaving my aunt's home, leaving this city, which meant that my unspoken relationship with my aunt
was about to end.

Although going to Shanghai meant leaving my second aunt, it was one of the most important events of my life. While the separation would bring
many regrets, it was unavoidable. Thankfully, I didn't contract any STDs;
all my previous worries were unnecessary and a false alarm.

In university, I met a girlfriend. I won her over with my extraordinary charm
; she's a senior, 25 years old, five years older than me. Perhaps you'll think I'm dating her because I can't forget my
second aunt, but let me tell you, that's not it. Although I once loved her, some things in life
are impossible. After university, I've gradually come to terms with these things. After all, I want a normal
family , and a relationship with my second aunt is clearly not feasible.

I love my current girlfriend very much. Our friendship isn't because she resembles my second aunt,
but she's more mature and caring. These days,
relationships between older women and younger men are popular. Sexually, we go to hotels whenever we need to. We don't go very often, about three times every two weeks, but we
always enjoy ourselves.

I truly love my girlfriend, and if possible, I want to build a family with her and
spend my life !

School's on summer vacation now, and I'm bored at home. I'm no longer as
stressed as I was before the college entrance exam; every day is relaxed and leisurely.

One afternoon, I was watching TV at home while texting my girlfriend when
the phone rang. I picked up the receiver: "Hello, who is this?" Instantly, a familiar voice entered my
ears, "You're back! It's your second aunt!"

My heart started pounding. I hadn't contacted my second aunt in a long time; this was the first time I'd spoken to her since
returning .

I said, "Oh, Auntie, I just got back a few days ago. How are you doing?"

She said, "Yeah, I'm doing well. Actually, I've been missing you a lot since you left. Do you miss me?"

I understood what she meant. Although I had a girlfriend in college, sometimes when I felt sad
or lonely, I would think of Auntie. I said, "Yeah, of course I do." She said, "Do you want
to see me?"

"Your uncle isn't home. Come over for dinner tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy the groceries later!"

Auntie was inviting me. Dinner was just foreplay; the real excitement might be the intimacy after dinner. I
had been thinking about Auntie's body for a long time; how could I refuse?

I said, "Okay, I'll be there in a bit. I want to eat the sweet and sour fish my aunt makes!"

Hearing this, my aunt laughed and said, "Silly boy, you haven't changed at all! Come on over, I'm waiting for you!"

We hung up the phone, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a new outfit, thinking I wanted to
show my aunt my best self. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and
headed towards my aunt's house…

[The End]

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