The two bedrooms were adjacent to each other and there was a door between the two bedrooms, but it was kept locked.
Auntie was sleeping alone in her bedroom, and I never thought of that door.
The door between our bedrooms was an old door with a big keyhole, though I never saw any key, or anyone, to open it.
This door is a mystery to me.
Having been taken down at one point, the doorknob appears to be very long, and someone has been known to stuff the keyhole with filler so you can’t get past it to peer next door.
To make a long story short, after my aunt and uncle left and Auntie Yay was all alone, I began to imagine stories about the door.
One day when Auntie Yay was out shopping, I grabbed a screwdriver and tried to dig that stuffing out of the keyhole.
After a long time, a hole in this filler was evident.
Actually, it’s stuck inside this metal.
Be that as it may, after multiple hard pokes, it mostly loosened up and I pushed it to the other side.
Examining the sight through this open keyhole, I saw that it was an excellent viewpoint to look all the way through yah aunt’s bedroom and bed.
Needless to say, I could hardly wait for my aunt to come home and go to bed that night.
And when Auntie Yay walked into her bedroom at night, I got the best reward of all.
Kneeling down and peering through the keyhole, I saw Auntie Yay remove her clothes, one after the other.
The first thing that came out was the breasts, I never dreamed that Auntie Yay would be so voluptuous.
I watched Auntie Yah’s breasts jiggle up and down while she bent over and slowly removed her stockings.
Gazing through the keyhole, I saw at the same time that, in real life, the fresh buds on a pair of breasts were so large; and a large brown circle surrounded the buds.
When Auntie Yay removed her panties, the lustful pubic hairs on her honey spot were so clear, more striking than those I had seen in magazines.
Upon seeing the sight again, my entire rod hardened and I began to rub it aggressively.
After Auntie Yayo gets naked, she usually lies on the bed and reads for a while, with her legs slightly apart.
I fantasized about my rod, burying itself deep into the black jungle between Auntie Yay’s legs, constantly moving in and out, going as deep as I could.
I rubbed my rod until cum squirted onto the door.
Spying on Auntie Ya in the dorm room, this went on for many nights.
As time passed, I memorized every part of Auntie Yee’s body, Auntie Yee’s firm breasts, and whenever she walked around the room, her luscious breasts would shake up and down like waves.
When Auntie Yah lay down, they looked as if they were going to pour out of her sides; and when they moved, they looked like two large balls of flesh across her upper body, meant to be rubbed and savored.
I also fell in love with Auntie Yia’s honey spot, including the sexy black jungle with the beautiful slit hidden underneath, where Auntie Yia would occasionally absentmindedly place a finger, evoking warm and wet delights.
After one time, I forgot all about porn magazines.
After one time, I even got tired of masturbating.
I want a real honey hole, one like Auntie Yay, one that’s warm and tight and full of slippery nectar for my rod to plunge into properly.
I want to cum inside a honey hole.
I want orgasm after orgasm.
I want to fill it completely with cum.
However, the status quo remains unchanged.
I wasn’t bold enough to just run naked into Auntie Yah’s bedroom and force a showdown with her, especially when she was still awake.
Once, when I knew Auntie Yayo was asleep, I tiptoed into her bedroom and quietly got into her bed.
I carefully pulled the bedding to the side and angled it over Auntie Yayoi’s body, my head very close to Auntie Yayoi’s honey spot.
But in the end, I lost my courage and had to satisfy myself by breathing in the aroma emanating from Auntie Yay’s honey hole.
Her hot, powerful seduction, smelling of “musky piss”, stimulated me and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen rod deep inside the object of my desire.
It was enough just to think about it all in the air, and I slammed the bottom of my hand and ejaculated in one gulp of cum.
My cum squirted everywhere, Auntie Yay’s ample breasts, her belly, and a drop or two landed on the curly pubic hair of her thighs.
After calming my breathing and feeling back to normal, I leaned over Auntie Yay’s sleeping body and examined the two pearly drops of cum on her pubic hair.
Stretching my fingers, I dabbed at the white, cloudy cum and worked my way down through the pubic hair until I reached the opening of Auntie Yay’s honeyed vagina, before dripping into the opening of her honey hole.
A few light touches and the petals inside Auntie Yay’s honey hole, as if they were alive, greedily accepted the precious semen I offered.
Auntie Yay sighed softly and rolled her body a few times.
Auntie Yay moved her ass up and down for a moment, then lay down quietly again.
Realizing that it was too risky to stay on, I pulled the covers back over Auntie Yay and retreated from the dormitory, promising myself that I would muster up even more courage the next time.
Once again, I mustered up enough courage to sneak into Auntie Yay’s bedroom.
This time, I think I was really unlucky because Auntie Yay was right in the middle of her physiological period.
Pulling the sheet out from under Auntie Yay’s sleeping body, I saw the thin threads of a tampon dangling out of my honey hole.
It did pour a great deal of cold water on me, and needless to say, I had to dutifully withdraw from the room.
From time to time, he cursed his luck and vowed not to give up any opportunity to “steal” Auntie Yayoi.
However, this resolution didn’t last more than two weeks! Once, Auntie Yee and one of her female friends spent the night at home getting drunk.
The two of them slowly drained a four-liter bottle of wine, joking with each other and reducing the men in their lives for the same acquaintance to trash.
Much laughter and conversation rang out in the kitchen as they dispensed drinks and snacks, chattered and talked, and fussed like three nuns.
It was about ten-thirty when Auntie Yay’s friend, her husband, called and wondered what kept her up so late.
So she said she had to excuse herself.
Of course, I eavesdropped on the whole thing.
Almost ten minutes after Auntie Yay’s friend left, I heard Auntie Yay try to crawl back into the bedroom.
I heard her trip several times along the way, but she finally made it back to her room and closed the door.
Peeking through the keyhole of our room door, I saw Auntie Yayoi “paralyzed” on the bed without undressing or turning off the light.
It seems that Auntie Yay should not be not wanting to change her clothes, I think she is really drunk.
After a long time, I gazed through the keyhole at her passed out body on the bed.
Hearing her snoring loudly, I knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Upon realizing that Auntie Yay was drunk, I immediately got an erection from excitement.
I stripped fully clothed, entered Auntie Yay’s bedroom and walked over to her bed, reassuring myself that she wouldn’t catch a cold.
Pulling up her skirt, I moved my hand under Auntie Yee’s fat white ass and removed Auntie Yee’s pink panties with my hand, placing them on one side of her calves to make it easier to put them back on in their original position.
The shock of seeing my honey hole up close made my rod harden to the point of vaguely aching up, and the glans even turned purple-black from the rush of blood.
After the last time, I’ve had an erection, or a wet dream, so the semen in my scrotum is, no doubt, aching from the need to relieve it.
Spreading Auntie Yay’s legs, I positioned myself between them and, with one finger, stroked her honey spot, probing its juicy interior.
Over the snoring, Auntie Yay softly began to moan, her body gently turning over.
My rod dripped with secretion, and when I placed my rod at the entrance of Auntie Yay’s pussy, a long silver-white line started from the head of my enlarged glans.
It took little effort to gently push forward, and the entire length of the rod disappeared into the honey hole.
Incredibly, Auntie Yay’s honey pussy tied tightly around my rod, and the feeling of the glans being wrapped around it was really too good to be true, as if by magic, wonderfully entwined.
It was a completely involuntary reaction; for I was certain that Auntie Yay had not yet awakened from her drunken stupor and was in a deep slumber.
Despite this, Auntie Yay’s wailing continued, gradually responding to my in-and-out thrusts with its own unique melody.
I began to thrust forward in earnest, faster and deeper, leaving all caution behind as I worked my way into Auntie Yay’s honey hole, controlling the rhythm of my rod and pushing as deep as I could into the opening of her womb.
Quickly, I felt the first tug from my loins, a signal that I was excited to be cumming.
If I had any qualms about having an internal ejaculation inside Auntie Yay, now would be the time to stop for a moment, but I only pause for a moment, just a moment.
The idea of cumming a large amount of cum inside Auntie Yia was so exciting and fun that I couldn’t stop.
I love the idea.
I love this idea.
I’m going to make it happen.
I wanted to shoot my hot cum inside Auntie’s cunt.
I love the idea, and, if Auntie Yay knew, maybe she’d like it too.
Losing all self-control, I exploded deep into the womb opening of Auntie Yay’s pussy.
The rod, deeply moistened in the honey hole, kept shooting forward with thick sticky liquid, shooting and shooting.
The semen splashed right into the cervix, feverishly competing to gush ah aunt’s uterus in search of eggs.
De-fertilization.
Spasm after spasm sent wave after wave of cum from my young testicles until Auntie Yay’s cunt was overflowing with my cum no longer able to hold all my seed.
This warm, viscous liquid then flowed along the mix of Auntie Yay’s lewdness and semen as the rod was withdrawn, and flowed out along the cleft of Auntie Yay’s vagina below her buttocks, onto the bed, staining the bedsheets.
The intensity of the orgasm still rocked my senses, and before I cooled off, another insertion of my rod within Auntie Yayo’s pussy, and I lay on my back on Auntie Yayo time seemed to elapse for an eternity.
When I woke up from this dream-like situation, caressing her breasts until my rod had softened but was still within Auntie Yay’s honey hole.
Twenty minutes later, the rod inserted in the honey hole, undoubtedly thickening again, clung to it.
I regretfully pulled out my rod, while Auntie Yay’s honey hole actually seemed to pull back hard, as if reluctant to let go.
Pulling my panties back on and putting them back on, I helped Auntie Yay cover up.
Her snoring continued, and I don’t think Auntie Yah will ever know what happened that night.
By the time morning came, most of my seed had entered her womb, and the cum that remained in her pussy would be absorbed by her body.
Some of the dried semen left on the bed, at the honey, would be taken as her own secretions.
I’m free at home, I’ve always thought so.
And as I left the room, a satisfied smile appeared on my face.
But after a few weeks, I realized that the seed implanted deep inside Auntie Yayo that night had done its work, bringing me an unforgettable night, and unexpected consequences.
Auntie Yah came home from the doctor’s side, white as a sheet.
When I asked her what happened, she told me she was pregnant…but she didn’t know how it happened.
In shock, I remembered that the night I had secretly “fucked” her in her room was exactly two weeks after her “period” (the time I saw the “tampon”). The week I saw the tampon was two weeks after her period.
Auntie Yayoi can be “impregnated” when I “fuck” her, and I actually “impregnated” my own Auntie Yayoi! I’m having my baby! What should I do now?