neighbor aunt

Author: tly
Word count: 5894

I am 15 years old, a third grade boy. I live alone in Block A on the fourth floor of the apartment. There is a widow living next door to my house, Mrs. Chen, 35 years old. Extremely glamorous, with a pair of ecstatic peach blossom eyes, one has to be intoxicated by that charm. Whenever I go up the stairs, I always follow behind her unconsciously, just hoping to see the occasional little spring. And her feet and pussy seem to be extremely smelly, as long as I get a little closer, the strong smell will make me deeply excited. I got an erection unconsciously. Every morning, I would almost kneel in front of her door, sniffing the stinky high-heeled shoes and having a pleasant masturbation process. The humiliation and complex emotions in the squirt fascinated me deeply, and I couldn’t extricate myself. It’s a pity that the basic test (high school entrance examination) is coming soon, and I don’t have a chance to smell the fragrant (?) charming high heels. -*- Today, when I was kneeling on the ground and licking the inside of the yellow and smelly high heels vigorously, Mrs. Chen’s door opened suddenly, and I froze for a moment, I didn’t know what to do. She looked at me condescendingly, as if she was looking at a lowly animal. She was wearing sexy and revealing underwear, which made my naked lower body even more high. She didn’t speak, and she exuded a majestic aura, which made me kneel on the ground unconsciously. “You look like a dog. I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time, but I didn’t expect you to be so slavish and strong.” Mrs. Chen said to me coldly, “Since you are so lowly, I don’t think I need to be polite to you. Come with me.” The last four words implied supreme majesty. I dare not refuse, and there is actually a hint of joy in my heart. I didn’t expect it to develop so dramatically. I secretly wondered: Does she want me to be her slave? Thinking of this, my lower body is about to explode, and even traces of crystal-clear vile liquid have leaked from the front. I followed in stupidly, and closed the door. Mrs. Chen sat on the sofa and stretched comfortably, her lazy and charming temperament was naturally revealed, and I was stunned. “Trash, kneel down for me!” Mrs. Chen yelled at me when she saw that I hadn’t moved, “You’re just a cheap dog, what right do you have to stand there!?” “Crack.” At some point, Mrs. Chen had already held a digital camera in her hand, and she took a picture of me kneeling at her feet with my lower body exposed. “This…” I felt flustered for a while, if the photos spread, I would be ruined. “What is this! Shut up! You will call me Queen in everything you say from now on!” She said with a dark face. “Yes, queen.” I responded quickly. I don’t know why, but I’m particularly afraid of her angry look, maybe it’s the servility and baseness in her bones. “Well, you’re a quick learner, bitch.” Mrs. Chen said with satisfaction. After finishing speaking, she stretched out her stinky feet that had been on the ground for a long time, which were covered with black dirt