Aunt's Redevelopment - 3

It was the weekend again, and I found myself, almost without thinking, dropping all my plans to go to my uncle's house. As usual, I stayed for lunch, but this time, I subtly offered my aunt a toast, hoping to see if she'd be easily swayed, and also to bolster my own courage. Honestly, normally I'd be hesitant to take that step. After a few rounds of drinks, my uncle, as usual, went out to play mahjong with his friends, leaving just my aunt and me. We chatted and reminisced about the old days while drinking. After a long chat, my aunt's face became rosy, and she started telling me about the past, mentioning her declining health and neck and shoulder problems. Hearing this, I thought, "Isn't this a good opportunity?" I playfully put my hands on her shoulders and said, "I used to massage you when you were little, and now I'm even better at it. Let me massage you again." Perhaps it was the alcohol, but this time my aunt didn't object. She said something that made my blood boil: "Put this upstairs. What will people think if they see this?" Upstairs, I asked my aunt if she had any essential oils. She said she didn't know where to get those, but she did have some medicated oil. I thought, "Medicated oil is fine, it's a kind of miracle oil after all," so I took some, warmed it in my palms, and started massaging. My aunt was wearing a two-piece pajamas today, and as I gently massaged her, I could see she was enjoying it and had her eyes closed. I made an excuse that the medicated oil smelled strong and might stain her clothes, and said softly, "Let me take it off for you." My aunt didn't say anything, so I decided to lift her pajamas myself. That figure I knew from my youth was once again displayed before my eyes, still so smooth, but she had definitely gained weight, a bit more flesh. But that's precisely the charm of a woman her age. Seeing that my aunt didn't object, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous, just using traditional massage techniques. After rubbing her neck, I moved down and touched her breasts with the back of my hand. From behind, her breasts were somewhat deformed because they were large and sagging, pressed under her body. My aunt didn't seem to be really drunk or deliberately avoiding the situation; she didn't move at all, as if she were asleep. At this moment, I wanted to be bolder and reached for her breasts with both hands. When I touched them, I felt her body tremble. So she was pretending to be asleep. However, my aunt didn't refuse this time, so I became bolder. My hands began to roam over her breasts, which were both familiar and unfamiliar to me. When my fingers touched her nipples, I gently pinched them. My aunt's nipples were very large, twice the size of my wife's. It felt interesting to touch them. After a few repetitions, my aunt's nipples became noticeably hard. I lowered my head and asked, "Does it feel good to you?" My aunt was moaning softly, seemingly unwilling to end this wonderful experience. By this time, my penis was already hard. I changed my position and sat on her buttocks, which was now right against her plump vulva. The soft, plump, and alluring flesh sent waves of sensation through my body. My aunt clearly sensed my intentions and immediately came to her senses. She told me to stop fooling around, saying it would be so embarrassing if someone saw us. I said that when I was little, my aunt often made me feel good, and now I wanted to make you feel good too, okay? My aunt remained silent. I knew she was suffering. I wanted to push things further, so I grabbed her waistband and tried to pull her pants down, but she held on tightly. I had no choice but to flip her over and start biting and licking her breasts. This way, she was preoccupied with her lower body and couldn't focus on her upper body. She tried to push me away, but I sensed her resistance wasn't as strong. As I sucked on her nipple, I felt her resistance weakening and her breathing becoming heavier. I thought I was about to succeed, but then my aunt started crying. I froze, not knowing what to do. After a moment, my aunt said, "I'm so old now, don't drag me into this. When you were little, I played with you because I saw you were suffering. Now you're married with a family, how can you still do this?" Suddenly, my erection went limp, and my senses returned. I explained to myself, "I just wanted to make my aunt feel good too. You were good to me when we were kids, so I want to be good to you too. You little tyrant, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're still the same as when you were little, up to no good." My aunt's tone wasn't scolding me, but more like flirting. The atmosphere eased, and my hands started wandering again. My aunt said, "Why would you want to date an old woman like me? You're only going to play with young girls now." I showered her with compliments, which seemed to make her happy. "That's just like when we were kids," she said. "Let me help you." My aunt started unbuckling my belt, slipping one hand inside my underwear. The feeling was indescribable. Although I'd been with over ten women, the stimulation was completely different. My aunt then started rubbing me with that hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pressed her mouth down. And so, after 20 years, my offspring returned to where they all started... ...

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