Chapter 14
"Madam, you're home. You must be tired."
A kind-faced but somewhat gaunt middle-aged woman said deferentially to the wealthy lady as she entered. Taking small, quick steps, she hurried to the entrance to help her out of her high heels, eagerly massaging her beautiful feet before slipping on a pair of slippers.
"Oh, Ah Rong, there's no need, I can manage myself," the wealthy lady said with a hint of embarrassment.
After parting ways with my aunt and me, my aunt returned to her luxurious, standalone villa in the affluent district.
Her husband, as usual, was not home. Holding a crucial position in the government, his days were filled with either overtime work or business entertainment, leaving him very little time for the family.
My aunt didn't need to work. In her generation of the Gu family, there were only two daughters, herself and her sister. As the eldest daughter, she had inherited the bulk of the family fortune, placing the Gu family on par with the Yao and Zhu families as the top elite of Jingzhou City.
Money was just a number to her. She ran a social club for wealthy ladies dealing in luxury goods and cosmetics, which was managed by a dedicated company, so she barely had to lift a finger. At home, besides a full-time maid who took care of her, her only companion was a Golden Retriever.
"Madam, what would you like for dinner this evening? Any snacks I should prepare?" The maid, having put away my aunt's high heels, took her bag and carefully, skillfully placed it on a nearby rack.
"Oh, I had such a big lunch today, I'm still full. Let's just have something light tonight. And Ah Rong, you don't have to go to so much trouble every day."
My aunt elegantly flicked her glossy, smooth black hair and, swaying her graceful figure, walked upstairs.
The maid's name was Wang Rong, a laid-off local worker. She was incredibly cheerful, diligent, and efficient. She had been working for my aunt for many years. I heard her husband had died early, and she had raised her son alone. Her son had just started college this year. Over the years, my aunt had grown so close to her that she treated her like family. She had wanted to invite her son over for a meal, but Wang Rong had always politely declined, citing inconvenience. She was a very tactful person who didn't want to cause trouble for her employer.
"Alright then. Madam, please rest for a while. I'll prepare the flower petals and aromatherapy oils for your bath. You can have a nice, relaxing soak when you're ready." Wang Rong said softly and considerately.
"Mm, okay."
Having been out for most of the day, my aunt was feeling tired and really did want to soak in a warm bath.
Back in her bedroom, the room was tidy, bright, and cozy, exuding the gentle charm of a mature woman, yet it lacked the presence of a master of the house.
My aunt stood before the mirror, looking at herself. She had taken off the cheongsam she wore earlier. Her lustrous black hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head. Beneath the elegant, beautiful, and dignified Suzhou embroidery cheongsam, she wore a sexy, alluring pink strapless, half-cup bra and a matching ultra-thin lace thong. Her full, proud breasts strained against the bra, revealing a large expanse of creamy, snow-white flesh, with the pink areolas faintly visible. On her long, beautiful legs, she wore flesh-toned stockings with garters. A flesh-toned lace garter belt cinched her waist, its long straps digging into the soft, plump flesh of her full, white thighs. The pink gauze at the crotch was almost completely transparent, the plump, swollen mound of her sex stretching the thin fabric, with a dense thicket of pubic hair faintly visible.
My aunt looked at her own curvaceous, smooth, and full, sexy body in the mirror. Dressed in this provocative and sensual lingerie, she appeared even more enchanting, charming, and seductively mature.
From her firm, full, towering breasts to her slender, jade-like waist, and from the plump, round, and curvaceous swell of her beautiful buttocks to her long, shapely, stocking-clad legs.
As the wife of a high-ranking official, my aunt had lived a life of luxury and was meticulously maintained. Her body not only radiated a noble, aristocratic aura but also possessed the curvaceous beauty unique to a mature woman, full of her special charm.
My aunt's beautiful eyes half-closed, she said with intoxication, "What a beautiful body..."
She struck a few provocative, alluring poses in front of the mirror, then, admiring her own reflection, ran her hands up and down her voluptuous figure. A strange emptiness and loneliness welled up inside her, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Although she was always dignified and reserved, as the saying goes, a woman in her thirties is like a wolf, and in her forties, a tiger. What beautiful woman doesn't desire a man's affection?
But her husband was often away on business, neglecting her, leaving her insatiable sexual desires with no release.
My aunt was both charmingly sexy and carried the halo of the Gu family's eldest daughter. Over the years, countless men had secretly pursued her, but my aunt, who had always kept herself chaste, was unwilling to betray her husband. She treated all of them, whether they whispered sweet words, were handsome and tall, or spent money lavishly, with a cold demeanor, sending them all away.
Perhaps it was this very reserve and pride that had left her so desperately hungry with no one to turn to for solace.
She knew her younger sister was naturally promiscuous, often seeking pleasure and enjoying the joys of sex. But she could never bring herself to let go, nor did she want to become an unfaithful, wanton woman. And so, for a long time, she could only suffer in silence.
My aunt changed her position, turning her back to the full-length mirror. She lifted her round, large buttocks slightly. The fleshy, pale, plump rear jutted out, the perfect peach-like curve of her hips reflected perfectly in the mirror. The flesh of her buttocks was perky and firm, full of elasticity.
Her looks and figure were similar to her sister's. Both were stunningly beautiful, with full breasts and curvy hips, tall and sexy, their voluptuous figures full and enchanting. With her large, firm breasts, a magnificent waist-to-hip ratio, and a full, round, plump ass, not to mention her pair of plump, snowy-white long legs, if her sister was a sultry, bewitching, dominant queen, then my aunt was a reserved yet inwardly passionate noblewoman, a veritable dream girl for any man.
She extended a fair, jade-like hand, delicately caressing the lush flesh of her buttocks. Between her two plump, round thighs, her swollen, full private parts were pressed tightly together. From behind, the dense thicket of hair was even more apparent. It was soul-stirringly seductive.
As her thoughts drifted, my aunt couldn't help but move her hand towards her plump, swollen mound. It was already warm, and she could faintly feel the slick secretion of her love juices on the thick, full lips of her sex. Through the lace fabric, the sticky fluid coated her fingers.
My aunt closed her beautiful eyes, gently teasing and stroking her sensitive private parts. A tingling, strange itch spread through her body, and the fire of lust in her heart gradually began to rise.
Gradually, a voice began to call out in her heart: "A man, a man, I want a man."
My aunt's desire had been ignited, her licentious mood aroused. Her fair body fell back onto the nearby bed. She parted her long, stocking-clad legs. Her jade-like hand lifted the small piece of lace fabric at her crotch, covering the soft, warm, bun-sized private part of her lower body, and gently stroked it up and down.
But this kind of indirect caressing only made the strange itch in her honeyed core even more intense.
After chatting with her sister, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, her heart had begun to feel confused. It was as if a single stone had stirred up a thousands of ripples in a long-still well. And she had also noticed her handsome nephew. At his age, he would intentionally or unintentionally let his scorching gaze roam over her full, towering breasts and her long, round thighs.
My aunt had actually known for a long time that her nephew, due to his family situation, had a bit of an Oedipus complex. Years ago, when he was still young and naive, he would look at her and her sister with a special kind of adoration in his eyes.
Naturally, she hadn't taken her nephew's gaze, which carried a hint of sexual tone, seriously at the time. On the contrary, she rather enjoyed it when he looked at her that way, so infatuated. What young man isn't full of passion? What male in his puberty doesn't have his hormones raging? At most, he would intentionally or unintentionally brush against her full breasts and thighs, rub against her plump buttocks, cop a feel, take a little liberty. For herself, who hadn't touched a man in so long, this was probably a small amusement, and even a secret thrill of "eating behind her sister's back." Even if they couldn't cross ethical boundaries, it gave her a special sense of accomplishment and pleasure.
With her eyes closed, it was as if she saw a tall, handsome, and powerfully built man, completely naked. A thick, long, and exceptionally large meat stick standing erect from his crotch, walking towards her.
"Ah, come here, come here, come and fuck me, fuck my slutty pussy."
My aunt chanted silently in her heart. This figure was her ideal sexual partner, yet vaguely familiar. She closed her beautiful eyes, fantasizing about this imaginary man coming to please her, to possess her, to conquer her.
Her shapely, stocking-clad legs rubbed against each other restlessly.
Her curvaceous, vibrant figure writhed on the bed like a charming, black-silk-clad serpent. Her exquisitely beautiful face grew even more flushed, permeated with the color of spring. Her jade like carved nose breathed heavily. "Mmm! Ah!" she moaned softly.
"A man, a man! Where have all the men gone!"
My aunt frowned and muttered in a soft, angry voice. Her finger lightly probed the entrance of her tender hole, dipping in shallowly before withdrawing. Every time her finger entered, the tender, red inner and outer lips would contract eagerly. Stimulating herself this way made it feel as if thousands of insects were crawling and biting inside her honeyed core. A wave of tingling itch spread from her pussy to her limbs and throughout her entire body.
My aunt's crimson lips parted, and instead of moans, a series of rapid pants escaped them. Her powder-white, graceful figure twisted violently on the bed from side to side. Her long, stocking-clad legs seemed to not know where to go, lifting up one moment, lowering the next, then curling up, and then stretching out straight.
Her fair, supple skin seemed to bloom with peach blossoms, a captivating flush. A fine layer of fragrant sweat permeated it, making her creamy skin look even more radiant under the glow of the bedside lamp.
The crotch of my aunt's beautiful panties was already soaked through by the gushing fluids from her honeyed core, sticking to her fair, white fingers that were constantly probing and to her dense pubic hair. Her red, thick lips opened and closed hungrily, and the sticky, thick, white love juice flowed like drool.
Finally, my aunt could bear it no longer. Her fingers parted the fleshy petals and plunged straight into the warm, slick honeyed hole. The starved, tender flesh of her soul-consuming cave immediately surged forward, wrapping tightly around her fingers, and a powerful suction from the depths of her pussy tried to pull her fingers all the way in.
"Ah!"
My aunt let out a soulful, wanton cry. She thrust a few more times vigorously, then her fingers began to pump even more forcefully and wildly in the hot, wet, soft depths of her little cave. The heart-tingling itch in her flesh cave produced a wonderfully soul-stirring pleasure that rushed straight to her heart. Her dignified, intellectual face was now full of sultry charm. Her beautiful body flushed red, trembling with the pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Please! Come and fuck me! Fuck me to death!"
My aunt's beautiful eyes were tightly shut. In her fantasy, the man was already on top of her, parting her legs, spreading her lips, aiming that enormous meat stick at the entrance of her honeyed channel, and with a single push, burying it to the hilt, beginning to wildly and fiercely fuck her hungry, juicy pussy.
Her moans grew more and more urgent, echoing in the bedroom. The atmosphere in the room was lascivious and filled with springtime splendor. My aunt had completely cast off her proud identity and reserved exterior, seeking to satisfy her wantin desires in fantasy and masturbation, imagining that she was being brutally ravaged by a man. Her beautiful, white flesh shook with waves of jiggling breasts and swaying hips.
What my aunt didn't know, however, was that in a corner of her bedroom closet, hidden within a secret power switch, a high-definition camera was perfectly aimed at the large bed. It was clearly and completely recording her entire lewd and slutty masturbation session.
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