introductory
On April 28th, I posted a short article in the Sexual Awareness Forum about my sexual fantasies about my aunt and uncle. I was looking forward to the guidance of a senior person who could help me jump out of this delusional vortex.
It’s also quite encouraging that six people have responded to the first posting. It’s a pity that no one can offer effective advice to stop me from continuing this incestuous delusion. However, I don’t need your advice now, because it’s too late. I’ve already gotten my wish and broken through the erotic myths that have been confining me for a long time.
Today for the article, the heart of mixed feelings, hold down the still excited mood, record this article to serve as their own account, and share with you. Only in the text has been retained part of the privacy, only to explain the plot. Here, I would like to remind the netizens who have the same situation, I think I am very lucky, please do not imitate, think twice.
(i) Detailed description from the beginning
I remember when I was in fifth grade! I learned how to masturbate from talking to my classmates, and at first I would always use actresses from newspapers and magazines as my objects of masturbation. I masturbated twice a day, and each time I would find one of my favorite actresses to masturbate to in my mind. It didn’t take long for me to have sex with all the dozens of actresses I had chosen. Then I had to pick out a few of my favorites and continue to take turns with me every day through a period of masturbation.
It didn’t take long before masturbating to the same pile of newspaper clippings every day became a regular thing, and although I couldn’t resist or give up the urge to masturbate, I already found it slightly boring, and the two regular orgasms every day were like just a way to get rid of the unending jets of semen from my young body. It was also as if my consumption could never catch up with the productivity of my own young testicles.
Then I started to get sexually interested in the pretty female teachers who taught me, and since I was shorter at the time and always sat in the first row, I was closer to these mature women than others.
I remember one day when I was in the sixth grade, Ms. Weng who taught me math was concentrating on writing on the blackboard with her back to us, and I suddenly noticed that Ms. Weng was wearing a short group, and her tiptoeing made my hairy little brother get a strong erection.
It was summer, and Ms. Weng pulled her shoulder-length hair over her head, revealing a white neck. Beside her thinly rouged cheeks, a few strands of unruly hair hung down, and a few drops of sweat seeped slightly from her forehead. The sleeveless blouse ran out of two pink arms, her right arm raised from time to time to write on the board, the tender flesh of her right arm vibrating along with the swing of her wrist. Hidden armpit, a clump of dark grass is even more attractive to my eyes.
The light-colored blouse allowed me to vaguely make out the form of her bra, and if I was lucky, I could look in through the cuffs and feel her full, bulging breasts, encased in the tight cups.
I liked it best when her back was turned to us, because I was sitting at the front of the third row on the right, and I could admire this married, early thirties, mature beauty at will. Looking at the beautiful contours of the side of her face, her high nose was always followed by red, plump lips. Further down, towering breasts, pink arms, tantalizing armpit hair, and round and curvy fat buttocks that would sway from side to side as she wrote.
But what excited me the most was the part under the skirt, I liked to see those firm and long calves, because when she stood on her tiptoes and wrote on the blackboard, her calf muscles and her fat buttocks echoed each other up and down. The contraction of her calf muscles, along with the swaying of her hips from left to right, made me want to reach into my crotch and follow the lustful rhythm of my cock.
Sometimes, Ms. Weng would come to class wearing clip-on sandals, and my cock always had to work overtime once that day. Because I would be more seriously stimulated, when she faced us, I could not help but stare at her tender white toes, her toenails were always neatly trimmed, toenails left a little long but trimmed to a sharp point in front, coated with deep red toenail polish is very eye-catching. I have never forgotten the way they would flirt in front of my eyes, as if they were tantalizing me with desire. Even if Ms. Weng’s back was turned, those flawless ankles would still make my cock rush.
What’s worse, as soon as she finished writing the questions for us to do, she would often sit in her seat, crossing her legs to read her own book, when she would subconsciously and involuntarily wiggle her jade feet, first turn around and then swing up and down, and then the big toe and foretoe of the foot began to interlocking rubbing, I really want to be able to let her dexterous toes clamped my glans to help me masturbate. I think I was starting to get a little out of shape.
Ms. Weng was considered one of my favorite teachers at our school, she was my intended mistress for a year when I was in the sixth grade until I graduated and she moved to another school. During this time, another woman who had a profound effect on me, my brother-in-law, appeared.
(II) My Aunt and Uncle, who amazed me.
My mother was an only child, the second in line, she had five brothers, and before I reached sixth grade, I had four aunts and uncles. Most of them lived in the countryside and were naturally a bit rustic in their dress and speech, and were even known to be simple croppers, until my brother-in-law got married, when things changed.
When my aunt married my brother-in-law, I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, and I was so engrossed in the spiritual sex with Ms. Weng that I had long since abandoned the other stars. Of course this is in addition to Ms. Weng looks beautiful, more importantly, she is a woman standing in front of me living. Unfortunately, I can only look but have no chance to touch.
Not only was my aunt the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but because we were relatives, I naturally had a better chance of having real contact with my aunt than I did with Ms. Weng. Besides, in the eyes of all the elders, I am still a smart and well-behaved child of a young age. Unbeknownst to me, my young mind had already been filled with lustful desires, and the object of my lust had officially shifted from Ms. Weng to my beautiful little aunt, who is still synonymous with my orgasms to this day.
Unlike other aunts and uncles, she was a native of Taipei and grew up in the city. Although her skin wasn’t white and flawless, it was still soft and supple. She was the only woman in the family who knew how to put on makeup, and she was a natural beauty who could make people’s eyes light up whether she was lightly rouged or fully made up.
However, I often hear other aunts and uncles say bad things about my aunt and uncle behind their backs, I think they are just jealous or taste, always say that my aunt and uncle every day flamboyant, not like a good woman, but also think that she was born in the luxury of preferring brand-name brands, eat well and wear a good like a vase.
But although my little aunt also cooks well, and manages her home even more with clear windows, these women can t see these parts of my little aunt that are the same as theirs, and are only worried that all men are attracted to this kind of slutty fox.
Auntie not only looks beautiful, she is even more generous, she does not come often, but every time to my house will always bring some food gifts, naturally we children are very fond of this beautiful auntie, think she is like a star in the family.
The Three Rituals of Mirth
I looked forward to my aunt and uncle’s visits, not because I liked the gifts she brought, but because I loved to see her fresh, ripe, living flesh. When my aunt and uncle and other relatives came to my house, I would be a good girl and get slippers for them to change into. I could always find my aunt’s shoes in a pile of men’s and women’s shoes because she was the only one who wore elegant high-heeled shoes, and her shoes looked even more different among the pile of old and ugly shoes.
While everyone was chatting happily in the living room, it was the time for me to perform my masturbation rituals. I would first take the small bag I use for my tuition classes and go to the front door to borrow my aunt and uncle’s high heels and use them as masturbation tools in my room.
I will first pick up my aunt’s high heels, close to the nose sniffing a leather smell mixed with the unique smell of my aunt’s feet, with the tip of the tongue licking the high heels in the toes and the heel of the faint salty taste, and finally took out my long erect penis, drilled into my aunt’s high heels, left hand holding the high heels, the right hand set my cock.
Usually within a minute I would want to ejaculate my first shot of the day, the thickest and most abundant semen, I hurriedly took out the empty bottles of my prepared chicken essence, and collected hundreds of millions of my sons and daughters for backup. I took a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped my cock clean, then smeared the paper with my semen on the toes of my aunt’s high heels, added a small drop of eau de toilette to remove the fishy smell, and then tidied up my appearance and put my aunt’s high heels back in place to complete the first ritual of “foot sex” with my aunt.
I like to see my aunt put on her shoes before she leaves, and when she puts her feet into her shoes, she dips them into my cum. Sometimes the amount of semen was so much that my aunt would pull her feet out as soon as they were in her shoes. She would sit on the low shoe cabinet, touch her toes with her hands, rub them in front of her eyes, and then sniff them close to her nose. I saw her face full of puzzlement as if she wanted to know what this fragrant mucus was. Unfortunately, as everyone was putting on their shoes to leave, there was no time for her to think about it, so she had to put her shoes back on to make sure the slime didn’t smell bad. I knew that the soonest she could remove her shoes would be when she got into the car, and by then my semen would have already penetrated deep into my aunt’s feet and moisturized them.
When it was time to eat, of course I had to help with the serving of the meal. As a rule, I would take out the eyedropper I had hidden in my pants pocket and mix two drops of my freshly stored semen into the bowl of rice that contained the least amount of semen. I’ve tried it time and time again, and my aunt and uncle, who is a body-conscious and minimalist eater, will quickly take the spiked bowl out of the several bowls of rice. My second ritual was the “semen risotto”, which was carefully prepared for my aunt and uncle to nourish her skin and enhance her beauty.
I also pay attention to all the details of my aunt and uncle’s meals, including the direction she sits, the dishes and spoons she uses, and the progress of her meal. Because of the limited space in the dining room, we kids usually ate at different tables. Adults wanted us to carry our food to the living room and watch TV while we ate. When I saw that all the other children were focused on the TV, I went back to the dining room and called Bai, the shih tzu dog that was wagging its tail and begging for food under the dining room table, and squatted down to feed it on the diagonal where my aunt and uncle were sitting. The table was full of food and wine, and I had my fill of it with my colorful eyes.
I stroked Bai’s head with both hands, my eyes admired my auntie’s calves and feet that ran outside of the slippers, and if I was lucky I also had the chance to catch a glimpse of my auntie’s thighs and panties. Little Auntie, like Ms. Weng, has a pair of small feet that can be slutty, painted with bright red cardamom toenails, neatly grown on tender white toes, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. I think that in addition to my auntie’s own careful maintenance, my regular contribution of my child’s essence in her shoes to help her moisturize the soles of her feet should also play a role!
After the meal, it was time for me to collect the dishes again. Before washing the dishes, the lipstick marks left by my aunt and uncle on the edge of the bowl were the medium of kissing between me and my aunt and uncle. After washing the dishes, I brought out a tea tray and gave everyone a cup of good tea to remove oil and grease, which made everyone praise me for being a good boy. Of course, my auntie’s cup must have been specially prepared, but the semen would turn into white solid protein when it met the hot tea, so it was easy to be discovered, so I had to use my saliva or a little urine instead.
The third ritual is for my aunt and uncle to give me a blowjob. While everyone is still chatting, I have to go to my parents’ room and dig through my aunt and uncle’s purse, focusing on two things: lipstick and tampons. I’m sure I’ll find the lipstick. I’ll turn it out halfway, apply it to my glans, scrape off my foreskin, and then put on a thin layer of semen, and wipe it off with toilet paper if it’s too much.
My auntie would touch up her make-up before she went back, and I couldn’t help but get excited watching her pouting or pursing her lips, picking up a lipstick that was as bright red as my glans, and spreading my semen evenly over her plump, moist lips, as I had already associated it with the fact that my auntie was pinching my glans with her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, and licking and fingering it between her lips!
Auntie’s purse, on the other hand, may not always have tampons, depending on her cycle. If my aunt carries it with her, I have to keep an eye on her when she goes into the restroom, and I must go in after she comes out, because I can pick up the tampon that my aunt wrapped up in a ball of toilet paper and threw in the toilet paper bucket. It was really a first-class masturbation product, and it was really exciting to “blood rape” my aunt and uncle with a blood-drenched tampon on her cock. The ejaculate mixed with the blood of the aunt’s menstrual blood, conceived a picture of obscenity. Unfortunately, except for the hairs on the tampon, which can be removed and used as a collector’s item, I can only wrap it up and throw it away because it will stink the next day.
My aunt-in-law had been raped countless times by me in my mind or in indirect ways like the ones mentioned above during her three years of secondary schooling in my country. By the time I was in high school, I gradually became dissatisfied with this kind of “divine intercourse” and it was time for me to think of further contact.
(iii) Hunting of beautiful animals
The high school I got into was in the top three choices in the north, and since I was the oldest of my peers, which was an honorable and exciting thing in the family, and I was perhaps the only piece of reading material in the family, I also officially had a room to myself.
Almost all the elders are proud of me, and every time we meet they make sure to ask me about my school life and homework progress and other pleasantries.
I have become the focus of everyone’s attention, naturally, I can’t go in and out of the crowd like before, stealing my aunt’s high heels to masturbate, cooking semen risotto and urine spit tea for my aunt to nourish her, not to mention the sneaky visual rape of my aunt.
But the sky is the limit, strange or funny, after I went to a famous school, my position in the family seems to be more important. At that time, if my relatives came to my house, I felt a little bit like a prince, before I went out to say hello, they would come together or in groups to my East Palace “please”, the elders with children always love to lead a group of children younger than me to visit.
Usually the elders would praise me and then urge their children to follow my example, and within about five minutes, they would end their visit and shoo the children out of my chambers like sheep, so as not to hinder me from my studies. My room was then a forbidden zone, not to mention that children had been warned by their parents not to disturb me, and even the adults respected me and would only enter after knocking on the door and informing me of their presence.
After I finished counting the number of people who should report to the church that day, my beautiful aunt-in-law would come in. She has been married to her brother-in-law for three to four years and has no children yet, so sometimes she comes with her brother-in-law, sometimes by herself, and does not come with a group. Like the others, she was gracious enough to hush and then she would retire. The difference was that she would now leave her purse in my room. Since Mom and Dad’s room is always occupied by babies and their supplies, and the whole house except my room is full of kids running around, she doesn’t want to lose her expensive designer handbag.
After seeing my auntie’s swaying buttocks out, I would immediately lock the door and pick up the bag that my auntie had put on my bookshelf. As usual, I would carefully flip through and search for the objects inside, only that personal things such as lipstick were still there, but I was no longer as keen as before, partly because playing for a long time gradually became less exciting, and on the other hand, Auntie’s purse was now placed in my room, so if I accidentally let her notice something different or become suspicious, I would become the number one suspect.
But the heart of the beauty of the longing for the outside, although I just listen to the little aunt of the yellow warbler general laughter can also masturbate to orgasm ejaculation, but I always have the heart is not willing, not to mention that I’m sorry for my crotch has been plumped up cock, perhaps should be renamed a phallus it! I do not believe that my classmates gave me to see the pornographic video or novels written, I took off his pants, up his penis women will crawl over and suck and lick. My smart brain, under the strong request of my angry prick, quickly gave me a few suggestions. The basic idea is that the aunt’s purse as bait, in my chambers to set up some trap to “capture” the aunt, although not really play a good game, eat a few tofu always.
The best use of the terrain in my room was the narrow channel between the bookcase where my aunt kept her bag and my desk, which was seventy centimeters wide and one meter two long. In order to utilize the terrain more effectively, I moved my desk closer to the bookcase, leaving only about 50 centimeters, almost wide enough for two people to turn back, just like an alleyway with a wall at one end and an alleyway at the other, and then I put my aunt-in-law’s purse to the innermost wall of the bookcase to serve as a bait. In order to prevent my aunt from realizing that her purse had been moved and feeling strange, I pulled out a few books that were originally placed at the back of the purse and put them in their original position, so that it looked as if I had to move her purse in order to get the books.
All that was left was to stand guard and wait patiently for the chance that she must come in and get her purse before she went back.
I lay on the bed and worked on my prick while waiting patiently, keeping my ears open for any movement outside, paying attention to the time when the guests would be leaving, when my auntie would surely come to get her purse by herself. I don’t know how long, my aunt finally came in, she walked towards the trap without saying a word, and I followed closely behind, I smoothly blocked her in the narrow and small channel.
I was close to my auntie’s body, watching her picking up her purse to leave, I couldn’t resist the demand of my prick, my left hand held my auntie’s mouth, and my right hand unceremoniously grabbed my auntie’s high breasts. With the pressure of my hands, my auntie’s body was pushed against the wall, I was afraid that she would make a sound, I first picked up a ball of sports socks that I had placed on the desk, my left hand pinched my auntie’s cheeks, and my right hand shoved the socks into her mouth. She waved her hands to resist, I forcefully grabbed her hands and pressed her down on the desk, and I was already standing between her legs.
I used my left hand to hold her two wrists, pulling them up above her head, my right hand ripped open her blouse and flipped up her tight bra, and her fat, round breasts fluttered in front of my eyes. Auntie’s hips on the table, but small in stature, her legs hanging in the air, desperately kicking and stirring the bookcase, I was afraid that the sound of this attracted other people, they will pick her up on the waist and put her on the trampoline, she could not make a sound at this time, can only desperately shaking her head and stirring her legs.
I looked at the waves of breasts produced by my aunt in front of me as she shook her head, and sucked on them without any hesitation. In order to seize the time, I quickly also lifted up my little aunt’s short skirt, pulled down my own shorts and panties, flicked open the crotch of her boxer shorts, and held onto my prick, which was burgeoning due to the excitement of my little aunt’s lower body struggling, and tried to push forward.
I clashed a few times, perhaps too dry, perhaps always jutting in the underwear, I force but can not enter the door. The top of less than ten, the glans came from the feeling of numbness, I dantian a Yang Jing has been ready to go.
At this time I heard the sound of the door, scared out of a cold sweat, is regretting their own so impulsive, made a big mistake, my semen has been unstoppable wild leakage. I woke up with a shock, and it turned out to be just a wet dream.
But the knocking at the door was real, and it was only then that my aunt and uncle and the girls were leaving. I quickly took off my cum-stained underwear, wiped my half-soft prick a few times, threw it under the bed, put my shorts back on, and took a few deep calming breaths before opening the door and letting her into my room.
Auntie entered and greeted me with a polite invitation to play at her house, I immediately got up and greeted her, while asking: “Auntie! You are leaving?” Looked at my aunt’s delicate face, I lust again, see her really towards the trap, tight skirt reveals the curve of the buttocks, more so that I immediately followed the blocked at the entrance to the alley.
I took a reference book from the bookcase according to the plan, leaned my butt against the bookcase, propped my hands on the edge of the desk and pretended to flip through the reference book on the desk, I still smelled a special smell of semen in the air. Auntie had already entered the net, picking up her purse to go, she was on my left less than a foot away from me, I straightened my upper body and pressed against the bookcase as if I wanted to let her pass.
Although my aunt felt very strange why I didn’t take a step out, so she could easily pass through, and now I’m blocking half of the road for what? Just one is too trusting of me, and the other is to see my eyes still staring at the reference book on the table, a look of concentration, she can not make up her mind.
Just as I raised my crotch once again high prick, heart secretly happy ready to wait for this piece of beautiful meat from the front of me to squeeze through, if she is facing me through the attack to initiate the line, my passive upper body was ordered to hold, to bear the pressure of her breasts, my crotch spear was ordered to wait for the opportunity to poke at her vitals; if her back is to me through the attack to initiate the line, I will follow the trend to raise the spear to take the initiative to attack her fat buttocks and buttock grooves.
Just as I was lustfully playing with my plans, to my surprise, my aunt asked me to give way a little bit for her to pass. I originally wanted to play dumb, but I was afraid of making it too obvious, so I could only say “Oh!” I gave a cry and retreated to the mouth of the valley. When I saw that the prey that I had managed to encircle was actually going to be given to her, I was very upset, and at the moment when my aunt was about to walk out of the narrow valley, I decided to launch a surprise attack, and make a move to hit the west.
I said, “That’s right! Auntie! Can you take that book to my cousin for me? I want to borrow it.”
She stopped at the mouth of the valley and looked upward in the direction of my finger, and said in an unspoken voice, “Yes!
Which book?”
I deliberately pointed to a black book she could not reach to ask her to take, she once again deep into the trap, padded feet, left hand holding the bookcase, stretching the right hand struggling to try. I took the opportunity to say: “too high, I’ll do it!” Then the right foot across a big step to the back of the aunt, followed by the main force into the main battlefield, my waist commanded the giant cannon hard to squeeze to the back of the aunt’s ass, my left hand also like the aunt generally holding the bookcase, in fact, in order to prevent her from escaping.
I seize the time phallus against the back of the aunt, grinding a few times, feel really comfortable, but not yet addictive, I bent both legs, phallus downward, very natural in the aunt between the two round ass found the best station. My right hand pretended to stretch to get the book, so that my prick through the pants, hard to my aunt’s groin jutting. My aunt-in-law’s upper body was also pressed forward by me, and her left breast was pressing into the palm of my long-awaited left hand.
Before and after just less than five seconds, I have completed the purpose of the surprise attack in one fell swoop. Because I just woke up from the shock, I didn’t dare to make too much of it, I picked up the book and quickly exited the narrow valley, saying to her, “This is the one, please!”
Auntie was shocked and ashamed, her face red with shame, she took the book in my hand and fled through the door.
I was left alone in the room again, and as I sniffed the scent of my aunt and uncle still floating in the air, I pulled down my pants and thought back to the plump ass and soft breasts of my aunt and uncle who had just been subjected to a surprise attack. The unforgettable touch made me quickly spurt my semen out again, spraying it far and wide. As I wiped off my gradually soft and drooping prick, I wondered if my aunt and uncle would leave her purse in my room next time.
(to be continued)