Chapter 2: Shopping and Groping My Aunt

After breakfast I sprawled on the bed playing with my phone. By noon my aunt still hadn't come back, so I called her and she said she had something to handle and told me to wait a little longer. I ended up waiting until three in the afternoon. Just when I was so hungry I could barely see straight, I heard the click of the front door shutting. I rushed out to look, and there she was at last. I slid forward and dropped to my knees beside her, clutching her black-stocked thigh and breaking into exaggerated sobs.

'Waaah, Aunt, you're finally back. I was about to starve to death.'

Snot and tears streamed down together as I rubbed my face against the stockings on her thigh, feeling the slick friction of the nylon. Even through her pants, I could still tell how smooth and soft her leg was.

The instant I threw myself at her, she almost kicked me off. But when she saw my tear-streaked, pitiful face, she held back. After all, it wasn't right for her sister's child to show up at her place and be left hungry.

'All right, all right, up you get. I bought some groceries. I'll cook for you now.'

As she spoke, my aunt reached out those slender arms and supported me under both arms, lifting me up. My head was forced away from that warm thigh. I knew when to stop. If I kept clinging to her any longer, her strict side would come out. So I reluctantly let go of her thigh and followed after her like a sad little dog, my eyes fixed on the rounded curve of her hips under the skirt, wanting nothing more than to lick them.

My aunt took the groceries into the kitchen and got to work with brisk, practiced motions, while I flopped on the sofa in defeat. I didn't even feel like playing on my phone anymore; I just lazily flipped through channels with the remote, but none of them was something I wanted to watch.

With a sigh, I put the remote down and watched her cooking. She was wearing a white blouse on top and a loose black Chinese-style skirt that still hugged her hips. Even something that roomy couldn't hide the lush fullness of her ass. It stayed restless beneath the fabric, bouncing lightly like jelly as she chopped vegetables, as if it were beckoning me over to soothe it. I was practically drooling at the sight, though of course I was only looking.

Before long, three dishes and a soup were ready. My aunt set them on the table and stood to the side with one hand on her narrow waist, a fine sheen of sweat beading on her forehead. Her once-neat hair had fallen slightly out of place, and even her white blouse was a little damp, clinging to her delicate body and outlining the black lace pattern of her bra, letting me see the full, high curve of her chest even more clearly. The sweat on her skin looked like freshly squeezed honey, making her complexion look even whiter and smoother. It was impossible not to want to lick it and see what it tasted like.

Seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, I picked up my chopsticks and tried a piece of the braised pork. To my surprise, it was really good, and I immediately reached for another bite.

The moment she saw my reaction, my aunt beamed with pride.

'How is it? Your aunt's cooking is pretty good, right?'

'Mm-hmm. G-good. Tasty.'

I stuffed my face and forced out a few words between mouthfuls.

Watching me gobble like that, my aunt's maternal instincts kicked in and she reached over to pat my head with a little indulgence.

'Just study hard and I'll cook for you every day from now on, okay?'

I turned my head to look at her. Her hand, pale and soft like jade, was stroking my hair. A faint fragrance drifted from the top of her head, mixed with a trace of sweat. It smelled faintly sweet, like honey, and it made me a little drunk on it. I nodded and quietly kept eating.

I thought to myself, Not only do I want to eat your cooking forever. I want to eat you too. Of course, that was just my own filthy thought. In her eyes, I was just a well-behaved young man happily eating his dinner. Of course, even well-behaved young men have their unruly moments...

After dinner I took the initiative to do the dishes, which surprised my aunt quite a bit. She had apparently not expected someone born into a comfortable family to be so considerate. She nodded at me with approval and then went to the bathroom with her clothes to take a shower.

Listening to the water splash against my aunt's beautiful body, my mind started wandering again. Step by step, I crept to the bathroom door, only to find it shut tight with no opening at all. Through the frosted patterned glass I could only make out her faint, shifting silhouette.

I could imagine exactly how heated the scene inside must be: my intelligent, poised aunt shedding her plain, severe white blouse and skirt, revealing a striking body with a pronounced bust and hips. Her full breasts could no longer be completely hidden by her frame; seen from behind, her whole body looked like an upside-down gourd, round and lush. Under the bathroom light, her fair skin glowed with a soft sheen. Every movement carried the mature allure unique to a grown woman, enough to steal a person's soul.

Seeing there was no way to sneak a peek, I reluctantly backed away from the bathroom door and sat back on the sofa, obediently playing with my phone.

I don't know how long had passed before I heard a click from the bathroom. My aunt was finally done and coming out. I glanced at the time; she'd been in there for almost an hour. Just like my mother's sister, her showers were always about the same length.

'All right, Xiaohao, I'm done. You should go wash up too. And remember to sleep early tonight.'

My aunt was wrapped in a white cotton towel, covered up tightly, but her smooth, pale shoulders were still exposed to the air, carrying a trace of lingering heat. One hand pressed over her chest to keep the towel from slipping open, while the other combed through her damp, dark hair. The cold, stern aura she usually gave off had been softened by the shower, leaving behind a more openly seductive, lotus-out-of-water kind of beauty that made me want to stare a little longer.

'Got it, Aunt.'

I picked up my clothes and brushed past her. A faint milky fragrance drifted off her body, and I had to fight the urge to pin her down and lick every inch of her skin like a hungry dog.

Splash, splash...

I turned the shower all the way to cold and let it wash over my overheated body, but no matter how hard that icy water hit me, I still couldn't cool the heat in my chest.

Although I was already in college, I understood men and women far better than some adults did. When I was younger, my family had money, and because I was always playing around, I quickly fell in with a bunch of bad friends. Back then I watched plenty of porn. Once I got into college, it only got worse. With money at home and a face that wasn't bad, I naturally became the object of desire for countless girls in the department.

As a guy with a big dick, I naturally couldn't resist temptation either. I kept changing girlfriends during the semester, and I'd taken rooms with quite a few of them. But maybe because I was too well-endowed, not a single girl had ever managed to take all of me in. Those girls weren't fully developed yet; after I got more than halfway inside, they'd start complaining about pain. In the end, they got off, but I was exhausted, because I had to be careful not to hurt them. By the time I was paying attention to them, I couldn't enjoy myself either.

Every time, I had to let those girls use their mouths or hands to finish me off before I could cum. It was a lousy trade. So after a few girls, I stopped taking them out to hotels altogether. At most, I'd have them give me a blowjob somewhere no one could see so I could relieve myself.

I rinsed my hair, squeezed out some shampoo, and found that the bottle said it was for women only. I had no idea where my aunt had bought such a high-end brand. I washed it right back off. If it said women only, then I wasn't going to use it. Something going wrong would be a pain.

I scrubbed my hair with my hands, and my thoughts drifted back to my aunt. Her full, mature figure was the kind of thing that could trigger a young man's desire at any moment. No matter how restrained she looked, nothing could hide that eye-catching body.

My aunt's figure is so much more mature and lush than those girls'. I wonder if her pussy could take my dick all the way in?

That filthy thought flashed through my head. But thoughts were one thing; even if you gave me ten thousand times the courage, I still wouldn't dare do it. Not to mention the pressure she gave off when she wore those gold-rimmed glasses and looked stern, and not to mention that she was nearly five-eight tall with those long, straight, smooth legs. If I had any ideas about her, she could probably kick me half to death.

Thinking of that, I couldn't help shivering. Even my cock went a little soft, hanging between my legs like a wilted cucumber and swaying back and forth with my movements.

I hurried through my shower and put on the clothes I'd brought with me, only to notice that one leg of a black stocking was sticking out from the laundry pile beside me. Water droplets had splashed over the stocking, making it look crystal clear. Even without the support of the owner's warm legs, it still had a delicate, glossy sheen that made me want to touch it...

I lay on the bed covering my face, realizing that I had just been thinking about using my aunt's stockings to jerk off.

'Lu Xiaohao, Lu Xiaohao, for all your charm with girls, how can you be this hopeless? Thinking about jerking off with stockings? Tch.'

I scolded myself in my head. Back when it came to me, girls were always the ones trying to please me. I had no idea how many wanted to sleep with me. A mere pair of stockings my aunt had worn - what right did they have? Unless... unless my aunt was wearing the stockings and using her legs to jerk me off, that would be just barely acceptable.

The moment I pictured my normally reserved aunt lying on the bed in black lace lingerie, panting softly as she raised her pale, long hand to work my cock, her little mouth sucking on my fingers like a puppy and her face glazed with desire, I thought of how she usually looked in the classroom with her gold-rimmed glasses, stern and unsmiling, dignified and proper. It was enough to make me unable to stop thinking about it.

Just thinking that far made the hard-on I'd just managed to settle down swell again. My mind got wildly excited, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. In the end, I had no choice but to keep scrolling on my phone until I drifted off in a daze...

A sliver of morning sunlight slipped through the window and into the room. Along with it came a cool, gentle breeze that slowly lifted the curtains and made them sway in the air, as if a dancer in hollow-patterned clothes were moving with the wind.

The lifted curtain brushed softly across the face of the young man lying on the bed, but he was sleeping too deeply to wake. When the breeze died down, the curtain fell back against the alarm clock at the head of the bed.

Tick, tick, tick...

The second hand on the alarm clock moved with steady rhythm. Nine, ten, eleven...

Ring-ring-ring! Slap!

The alarm hadn't even finished sounding before a strong hand pressed it silent. The young man on the bed had already woken up.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around in confusion, clearly still half-asleep.

Should've known better than to spend last night thinking nonsense. I didn't sleep worth a damn.

The young man muttered. Of course, that young man was me, Lu Xiaohao. After going through that battle of wills in my head the night before, I had ended up with insomnia. But I'd always had plenty of energy. In the past, I could spend two straight nights with different girls in hotel rooms and still get up the next morning like nothing had happened.

After getting up and hanging my clothes loosely over myself, I went to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I came back around, my aunt was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom door was open, but the room itself was empty.

'Aunt?'

I called out, puzzled.

'Wait a sec, I'm cooking in the kitchen.'

My aunt's crisp, bell-like voice floated over from the kitchen, and it was enough to jolt me awake.

I walked into the living room and looked through the kitchen glass to see my aunt bent over and busy at work from behind. As my advisor, she wasn't just good at teaching; she was also very skilled in the kitchen, working briskly and with total confidence, with none of the usual fuss.

Today she was wearing a pure white fitted shirt on top. The back of it was pulled a little tight, which made it easy to imagine the pressure her front was putting on it. Through the white fabric I could faintly see the black lace bra underneath, wrapping around the pale, nearly bursting curves of her chest. The straps bit into her back, leaving a shallow indentation in the soft flesh there.

Below, she wore a black knee-length straight skirt that hugged her round hips and trembled lightly with every movement of her cooking. There were slits on both sides of the hem, giving her black-stockinged thighs room to move. Under the bright light, the stockings shone with a sleek gloss. Below those long, full legs were a pair of pink slippers, and the rounded back of her feet pulled at the stockings, revealing a faint hint of flesh-toned red through the black.

My aunt stirred the pan with her pale, slender hand, looking like she was frying rice.

'Aunt, what are you making?'

'Fried rice. We'll keep breakfast simple today. I'll take you out for a big meal at noon.'

My aunt said it lightly while frying the rice.

'Eating out? Is today some special day?'

'Idiot, school starts soon. Don't you need to get ready? We should buy some study supplies, clothes, shoes, and the like.'

She glanced at me while keeping the fried rice moving in the pan.

I thought to myself, I bet you just want to buy clothes for yourself. I had clearly brought everything I needed with me when I came. Of course, I didn't dare argue. I just gave a low 'oh' and retreated to the living room to wait for breakfast.

Before long, breakfast was ready. My aunt and I each had a bowl of fried rice and a glass of milk, and on the table were some reheated leftovers and a few boiled eggs. In our family, the daily nutrition was always fixed, and milk and eggs were basically standard issue.

In no time at all I'd polished off my bowl of fried rice in a few quick bites.

Gulp, gulp, burp -

I downed the whole glass of milk in one go and let out a loud belch. Then I set the cup down, grabbed a few napkins, wiped my mouth carelessly, and looked at my aunt.

She was tilting her head back and drinking her milk. Her rosy lips lightly held the rim of the glass, and the milky liquid slowly slid into her mouth. Her swanlike neck gave a gentle, rhythmic bob, and her elegant collarbones had taken on a faint pink tint under the heat of the milk.

When she finished, she frowned slightly and looked at me with faint disgust, probably because my table manners had just been awful.

'When we eat out at noon, don't act like that. Behave yourself.'

She wiped her cherry-red lips with a tissue and said coldly.

'Yes, I knooow.'

I clenched my teeth in secret. Back when I ate at home, my mother never said a word about it. At most she'd remind me to remember to wipe my mouth. I hadn't expected my aunt to clamp down on me like this now. Educators really did have an absurd number of rules.

'Brush your hair yourself. Once you're ready, we'll head out.'

After saying that, she went to the sink to fuss with a whole row of bottles and jars of makeup. Honestly, I thought my aunt and my mother both already looked great without makeup. Their skin was fair and clear, without a single pimple or blemish. But women are born with a love of beauty, and even my usually conservative aunt was no exception.

I waited for almost half an hour before my aunt's makeup was finally done. But to me, it barely looked like she'd changed at all. All I could really tell was that she'd put on lipstick and a bit of pale pink eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes. Everything else looked almost the same as usual. I had no idea what she'd been doing for the last thirty minutes.

When my aunt saw that I'd already gotten myself ready and was waiting for her, she didn't say anything. She went into the bedroom, opened the big wardrobe, folded her arms across her chest, and after a brief look to the left and right with her sharp phoenix eyes, she picked out a light-blue shawl with a grid pattern and draped it over her shoulders.

'Let's go.'

My aunt passed by me and brought a faint breeze with her, carrying a soft, mysterious fragrance. Like I'd been bewitched, I unconsciously followed behind her.

'Put your shoes on first.'

For some reason, my aunt told me to put on my shoes first. Was she afraid I'd peek at her? Seriously, I could at most see her thighs. What was there to be so worried about? Still, since Aunt had said so, I could only slip on my shoes and open the door, pretending to admire the view outside on the terrace.

Click. Before long, I heard the crisp sound of footsteps. My aunt had already put on her high heels. This time she was wearing fully enclosed black heels, and the thick heel made her look even taller and more elegant.

Tap... tap... tap...

My aunt crossed the room in a few steps, walked around me, and headed for the elevator. Like before, I followed right behind her.

Once we were inside that cramped elevator, I realized my aunt looked even more striking to me. Her black-stockinged legs gleamed under the heel shoes, making them seem even longer. Her round, lifted ass was tightly wrapped in the black straight skirt, the full curves of her buttocks so firm and tempting I wanted to reach out and knead them hard. Because she stood so straight, the full swell of her chest looked even more impossible to ignore. The shirt was held up by her breasts, giving her torso a rounded, exquisite silhouette. Her whole chest stood proud like a pair of peaks, with no hint of sagging from age at all. One look at it made me want to climb it and conquer it.

The mall was only about a ten-minute drive from home. Although my aunt's house wasn't a detached villa, buying it back then had still taken a lot of effort, and the location was top-notch. Whether it was the huge shopping center packed with food, drinks, and entertainment, or the school where my aunt currently taught, both were within fifteen minutes by car. There was also no shortage of smaller restaurants, bookstores, movie theaters, karaoke bars, and similar places nearby.

Screech -

With a slightly sharp sound of brakes, I looked up and saw a luxurious-looking mall standing right in front of me. The plaza outside the entrance was packed with people. There were mobile snack stalls, large play facilities, and the whole place was filled with laughter and chatter.

Looking at the noisy crowd, my aunt frowned slightly and glanced back at me. 'Stay close to me. Don't get lost.'

It seemed the teacher side of her really didn't like this kind of lively, noisy environment.

I stayed right on her heels, pushing through the bustling crowd, my eyes locked on the round sway of her hips, not seeing anything else. I also noticed the men around her throwing her amazed looks. My aunt's figure was all curves, full and lush, and with those long black-stockinged legs, she looked like pure temptation made flesh.

And she was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, too, with that proper, intelligent, almost ascetic look. Her beautiful face, combined with the stern, dignified aura she'd built up over the years, made her feel like the perfect fusion of desire and restraint. Any man who saw her would find it hard to stop wanting more.

Watching the reactions of the men around us, I couldn't help grinning to myself. After all, I was the one with the home-field advantage. During these two days at home, my aunt had already given me more than enough to feast my eyes on.

Once we went into the mall and the curtain at the entrance dropped behind us, it felt as if we were instantly cut off from the outside world, and the noisy chatter vanished. Even though it was already late August and the weather had cooled down a bit, the central air-conditioning in the mall was still running at full power, leaving the air faintly chilly.

Each floor of this mall had its own function. The first floor mostly sold gold, silver, jewelry, and beauty and massage services for women. The second floor had a huge supermarket, with goods from all over the country as well as plenty of foreign products you didn't often see outside. The third and fourth floors were for clothes, with separate sections for children's wear and trendy brands. Above that were restaurants, a gym, escape-room-style murder mystery games, and other dining and entertainment facilities. But those weren't what we had come for today.

My aunt led me straight to the elevator like she knew the place by heart. Clearly this wasn't her first time here. We got to the third floor and stepped into a clothing store with a name made up of a string of incomprehensible English words. I've never cared much about clothes anyway; when I bought them, it was always whatever Mom picked for me. I never paid any attention to brands.

There was nothing I could do about it. I was handsome, my build wasn't bad either, and while I wasn't very tall, my chest and shoulders were broad enough that I was born to be a clothes hanger. Whatever I wore looked good on me. Heh.

The moment I walked in, I saw there were quite a lot of people inside, mostly women, along with men who were there to keep their girlfriends company. Going shopping with a woman was one of the most exhausting things a man could do. The men in the store either leaned against the wall to rest or sat scrolling on their phones, letting their partners pick through the racks. My aunt's arrival perked them right up. One after another, their eyes went straight to her, so fixed on her they didn't even hear their girlfriends talking to them. The girlfriends got so angry they shot my aunt dirty looks, tossed the clothes aside, grabbed their men, and marched out.

At the counter, a young female clerk saw my aunt and hurried over respectfully.

"Hello, Ms. Meng. Back to buy clothes again?"

It seemed my aunt had been here many times before and was already on familiar terms with the staff.

"Mm. School's about to start, so I'm here to buy a few outfits. Help me pick some out."

"Of course, Ms. Meng. Please have a seat, and I'll help you choose a few pieces."

The clerk led my aunt over to the resting area first, and that was when she noticed me trailing behind her.

"Is this your son? He's so adorable," the clerk said, praising me.

My aunt turned back and glanced at me, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"This is my sister's child. He's staying with me for a while so I can help supervise his studies."

My aunt tapped my head lightly and said with a hint of annoyance, "She's complimenting you. Why aren't you thanking her?"

I'm handsome, not cute. Cute is what you call little kids. I'm not little at all, okay? I was practically losing my mind. Ever since middle school I hadn't liked people calling me cute, because that word was for kids whose fuzz still hadn't grown in. In my own mind, I was already a young adult. Anything adults could do, I could do too.

I wondered if they'd still call me little after seeing the big thing between my legs.

Of course, on the surface I still had to keep up the act. I hid a little behind my aunt and said in a slightly childish voice, "Th-thank you, miss."

"Such a good boy~"

The clerk took my hand and led me along to the resting area. On the way, I deliberately brushed my hand against her sheer-stockinged thigh, and because I was just a kid in her eyes, she didn't think much of it.

I'd used this act-cute routine to take advantage of who knows how many mature women before. But I had never gotten to feel up my aunt. Mostly because her aura naturally pressed down on me, and I didn't dare move a muscle in front of her. Yet after spending the last two days with her, I suddenly realized she wasn't actually that scary.

Maybe a little casual groping wasn't impossible after all.

At the resting area, my aunt sat with her black-stockinged legs pressed tightly together and angled slightly to the side, her hands resting on her thighs in the posture of a proper rich lady. For some reason, even though she was clearly trying to keep herself restrained, she looked even sexier to me. I wanted nothing more than to shove her onto the sofa, pry open those tightly closed black-stockinged legs, and with her gasping breath in my ears, lick at her until wet spit marks were left scattered across the glossy stockings.

I didn't know why, but whenever I saw my aunt, I always had dirty thoughts. They stayed hidden in my head, surfacing from time to time, and each time they appeared, it felt like tentacles out of the darkness, dragging me step by step toward the abyss...

Before long, the clerk had picked out seven outfits. She must have already figured out my aunt's taste, because all the clothes were in darker, more ascetic styles. My aunt looked pleased with every one of them. Then came the fitting room. Watching the blurred shadows flicker across the tile in front of the dressing-room door, I could imagine exactly what kind of unbearably tempting scene was unfolding inside. All I could do was sit on the sofa, glance toward the fitting room now and then, and unconsciously twine my fingers together in circles, betraying my state of mind.

My aunt tried on each outfit, standing in front of the mirror to inspect herself from every angle. Since I was the only man in the store she knew, she naturally asked for my opinion as well. In the end, she chose three outfits based on my recommendation. What she didn't know was that I had picked the ones that best emphasized her curves, along with those long, slender stockinged legs. The skirts were all a little shorter too, otherwise what a waste it would have been to hide such beautiful legs.

Trying on clothes took nearly two hours, and during that time my aunt also tried on two qipaos I recommended. Looking at herself in the mirror, the dignified, intelligent air that came naturally to her as a teacher was made even more striking by the qipao. Whether she was standing or sitting, every movement, every slight shift of expression, exuded elegance and poise. It really did look excellent.

Her full breasts strained the fabric so tightly it looked ready to burst, and between her collarbones sat a red silk-braided button shaped like a flying fish. The qipao opened below that button, and the gold-threaded trim formed a round neckline that gave the pair of creamy, plump breasts trapped inside a chance to breathe. A deep valley of cleavage started below her collarbones and ran downward, and her gold necklace pendant lay quietly in that warm hollow, making the already fine fabric look even more luxurious. But looking at the round, lovely contour of her chest, the exposed cleavage was probably only the tip of the iceberg.

The fabric hugged my aunt's narrow willow waist and then met its second peak at her hips. Thankfully, the material was excellent, soft yet structured, and wrapped her round, tempting ass beautifully.

The qipao slitted open along both sides of the waist, though not in the cheap, all-too-revealing way of the tacky versions you see in foot massage parlors. Instead, the openings were bridged by a layer of white silk mesh, intricately woven with delicate floral patterns. Through that pattern, you could faintly glimpse the pale skin of her side hips, which only made the mind wander. And where the opening reached the roots of her thighs, it finally split completely open, giving the eye a full feast.

Today my aunt was still wearing those non-pantyhose stockings that ended just below the top of her thighs. Clearly she liked this style. The edge of the stockings was still decorated with black lace-like patterns, cutting slightly into her tender thighs. The strip of skin between the stockings and the qipao was pure white and jade-like, enough to make anyone want to reach out and play with it.

My aunt frowned at the faintly exposed valley between her breasts, then at the pale thighs visible through the qipao slits. She turned and scrutinized me from head to toe, and the sharp look of a teacher seemed ready to see right through me, making cold sweat break out across my back.

"This isn't something I can wear to class. Why did you make me try it on?" my aunt said, a little irritated.

"I... I..."

I had noticed that qipao the moment I walked in. I had only wanted to see what a woman with my aunt's temperament would look like in something so proper on the outside yet so seductive underneath. Who knew she'd actually try it on?

As I struggled for a long time and still couldn't say anything, my aunt's gaze only grew sharper. Just as her aura was about to crush me into silence, inspiration suddenly struck.

"Aunt, don't you know? Every woman should have a qipao of her own. Even if she doesn't wear it out, she should still keep it properly."

"Really? I never knew that."

My aunt looked suspicious.

"That's right, that's right!" I nodded so fast I looked like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that if I answered too slowly she'd start doubting me.

"My mom has one at home too. She doesn't wear it normally, but every so often she still has it dry-cleaned."

That part was true. My mom loved vintage styles, so she'd bought a qipao years ago. The last time she wore it was when she went with my father to an international exchange event before New Year's last year.

The moment I pictured my mother in a qipao, I couldn't help swallowing hard. Compared with my aunt, the raw sensual charge my mother gave off in one wasn't the slightest bit weaker. Her dignified temperament gained a faint vintage flavor, like sinking into the scent of sandalwood and finding yourself unable to stop savoring it.

In the end, with my smooth talking, my aunt took that qipao home. It wasn't cheap, but for someone in her income bracket, it was still within an acceptable range.

After we left the store, I finally let out a breath. Good thing I was quick enough to smooth things over and talk her out of it. Aside from the qipao she'd tried on, my aunt had bought three outfits total. That left me miserable, because she dumped all the bags on me at once under the noble-sounding excuse of "getting some exercise." She, on the other hand, walked off in gray high heels, her long black-stockinged legs stepping out in a steady rhythm, drawing a graceful curve through the air, leaving me alone to hug a pile of things and struggle to catch up.

After that, my aunt also took me to buy a set of clothes and shoes. I was just as unselective as ever: whatever I had to wear, I wore, and once I saw something that looked good and tried it on, I bought it. The whole thing took less than ten minutes. My aunt even asked why I didn't buy a few more pieces. I spread my arms wide and looked at the mountains of clothing bags hanging off both sides of me, and my aunt shut her mouth. More than half of those were her clothes, so she couldn't really say anything else.

Once we finished shopping, we rode the elevator back down to the first floor. It turned out my aunt wanted to go to the beauty center on the first floor for her regular treatment. Women are such a hassle. I sat off to the side, sulking at the piles of bags around me.

But there really were a lot of young married women and mature ladies coming and going from that beauty salon, and all of them looked great. Judging by the decor and the staff, this salon was probably one of the most expensive in the city. The women who came here clearly had money, and the care they got was definitely much better than what everyone else enjoyed.

Watching all those beautiful legs coming and going, black stockings, flesh-toned stockings, bare legs, thick and full, slender and long, it was a feast for the eyes. But compared with my aunt, they all fell short. In looks, in figure, and in presence, my aunt was top-tier among every woman I'd ever seen. Of course, in my eyes, my mother would always be the best.

After nearly another hour of waiting, my aunt finally finished her treatment. When we first came in, I had heard the attendant recommending some new package to her, 888 yuan per person. Blackhead removal, hydration, skin tightening, and all kinds of other nonsense, sold like it was some miracle cure. To put it bluntly, it was just a bunch of ways to trick people into spending money. Everyone likes beauty; women just happen to fall for that kind of thing.

I even heard semen can make you more beautiful. How about a serving for my aunt too? I've got more than enough to go around.

I was wearing those little fantasies in my head when I stole a sideways glance at my aunt and saw the glossy red sheen on her lips. I couldn't help imagining a scene like this:

My aunt, wearing a lace bra and panties with black stockings, knelt in front of me in that female-only squat posture. Right then and there, she no longer had her usual dignified, icy look. Instead she stared at me with spring-wet eyes, opened her little mouth, and sucked on the head of my cock like a baby nursing, her tongue twisting around the tip and rubbing it over and over. Her expression held a trace of anxiety, like an infant who couldn't get milk and was growing restless. Her jade hands kneaded my balls, working hard like a milkmaid. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my aunt's head with both hands and shoved my thick cock straight down her throat, then roared as I blasted my load deep inside her.

My aunt worked hard to swallow my essence, but in the end she still couldn't keep up with me. Her cheeks bulged, red with strain, and a glistening tear spilled from the corner of her eye before sliding down her soft skin.

In the end I still shot too much, and her little mouth couldn't hold it all anymore. Semen leaked from the corner of her lips, forcing my aunt to cup her hands and catch the thick white load in her palms. Between her fingers, the viscous fluid dripped down, falling onto her snow-white breasts. From there it flowed down the slope of those full breasts to her nipples, then dripped onto her black-stockinged thighs like milk, staining the flesh-toned black stockings with little patches of milky white...

Just thinking about it made my cock stir again. Damn it, this was a shopping mall, and there were so many people around. If I got hard here, I'd be humiliated to death. Luckily I was carrying a pile of bags, which was just enough to hold in front of me and hide the beast in my pants, giving me enough time to calm down.

With my head full of filthy thoughts, I followed my aunt's pretty figure to a Western restaurant on the fifth floor. The moment I stepped inside, I could feel the amazed looks from the people around me, but my aunt was already used to it. She walked over to a table near the corner, smoothed down her dress, and sat slowly. I set the bags down beside the table and took my seat across from her.

The waiter brought over the menu. My aunt looked it over and ordered two steaks, a serving of salmon sashimi, a fruit platter, and two glasses of juice.

Because it was a Western restaurant, everyone was eating quietly. Any conversation was deliberately kept low, and the loudest sound in the whole place was the crisp scrape of knives and forks against porcelain plates.

Before long, the food was served. My steak was well-done, and I had told the waiter in advance to have it cut up for me. My aunt's was medium-rare and left whole, so it seemed she preferred the original Western flavor.

I lifted my fork and speared the cut steak, shoving big bite after big bite into my mouth like a child eating. Compared with how I had eaten breakfast earlier, though, I'd already reined myself in quite a bit.

My aunt, on the other hand, sat with proper posture, holding knife and fork in her slender hands, spearing the steak and slowly cutting it with the knife. She looked very elegant. She speared a piece, brought it to her mouth, and the pale skin of her cheeks turned pink under the juice of the meat. It was a beautiful sight. She chewed slowly, taking dozens of bites on a tiny piece of steak before swallowing it down her snow-white neck. Then she picked up her juice, took a small sip, and repeated the cutting motion all over again...

After a while, I'd already finished my steak and my aunt still hadn't eaten half of hers. I drank the juice in one go, and this time I didn't even burp. I picked up a sliced apple and ate while watching my aunt closely: she was still steadily cutting her steak, and her ample breasts swayed in a regular rhythm with the motion, like two heavy water balloons. She cut off another piece, put it in her mouth, and rested her hands with the knife and fork on the table, her phoenix eyes half-closed as if she were savoring the taste.

After finishing half the apple, I accidentally looked down and saw my aunt's pair of even black-stockinged legs right across from me. Those long, delicate legs were pressed tightly together, looking as sacred and untouchable as the chastity of a proper mature woman.

I looked at my aunt's black-stockinged legs trembling faintly, then lifted my head and saw that she was still bent over, concentrating on cutting her steak. With a wicked smile, I lifted my right leg and deliberately slid it quickly along her calf from top to bottom. Even through our shoes, I could feel the smoothness of those quality black stockings, and a wave of secret pleasure rolled through me.

Clack!

At that crisp sound, my aunt must have felt my touch on her calf, because her hands instinctively tightened and sliced the steak clean through, the knife striking the plate directly.

"Lu Xiaohao, do you want to die?" my aunt said coldly, her face like ice. Her small, slightly upturned nose, with its gold-rimmed glasses perched on it, reflected a faint glint of cold light, clearly announcing the mistress's mood.

"Huh? What's wrong, Aunt? Why are you yelling at me?" I said, looking innocent.

My aunt looked down and saw that my legs were swinging around aimlessly, the pose of a bored child with nothing to do. She took a deep breath.

"Stand like you mean it, sit like you mean it. Stop swinging your legs around!"

"Oh."

I answered, resting my head on my arm and looking pitiful, but inside I was laughing my ass off. Hmph. Always acting all cold and proper, putting on that untouchable face and snapping at me. And yet I still got to feel her up, didn't I?

My aunt stared at me for a while, then pulled a few tissues from the box and wiped at the place where my shoe had smeared dirt onto her stockings. But no matter how much she wiped, a faint muddy mark still remained on the black fabric, making it even more obvious. Seeing that it wasn't coming off, my aunt had no choice but to give up. She straightened up, shot me another glare, and when she saw I was busy on my phone and not looking at her, she went back to eating her steak. But I felt like she was chewing it even harder now; I could even hear the faint squeak of the meat grinding under her teeth...