aunt’s poo

Author: wen
Word count: 8507
When I was 13 years old, my aunt married into our family. My aunt is 11 years older than me. She has a tall figure, a sexy charm, and a charming face. Her tall figure, sexy charm, and charming face have injected vitality into our community. My uncle is also very chic. They will become the focus of people’s attention wherever they go. My aunt is in finance. She is usually very busy at work. Of course, in the early 1990s, being able to do financial work meant a lot of income. My aunt’s income was the highest in the family. There is always a sense of confidence and arrogance in the eyebrows. At that time, my mother and my uncle and aunt lived together (because my aunt just gave birth to a cousin, and my aunt needed to take care of me, and we have lived together since then). The housework was basically done by my mother, and my aunt seldom did housework. But sometimes after meals, she would tutor me in my studies, because I was good at studying, so my aunt liked me very much. At that time, my aunt always sat on the sofa, and I always squatted next to her. in mind.
Our family lived on the 6th floor. At that time, there was no air-conditioning in the house, and the water was often not available due to low pressure. Therefore, in summer, the family was often in a dilemma of being hot and running without water. At that time, it might be because I was young, and my aunt was a fashionable woman at that time, so she seldom wore clothes at home. My aunt’s revealing and charming body always makes me have unreasonable thoughts. I always secretly pay attention to my aunt’s every move deliberately. My aunt’s body is very fair, and her feet are around 36. When I was with my uncle (they often don’t carry me behind my back), I often like to use her dexterous toes to swim naughtily on my uncle’s body. My aunt also loves to clean. Although she lacks water, she always washes her lower body and feet every day.
My aunt takes care of the external affairs of the family, and her income is high, so in her mind, she is the one who contributes the most to the family. Also, because I study well and are tutored by her, she feels that I would not be able to make progress without her. This kind of thinking not only affects her, but also affects the thoughts of family members. Therefore, with a grateful heart, my mother does more and more housework, and I study harder and harder. At the same time, I also admire my aunt more and more. motivation.
Everything happened so suddenly. One time, my uncle and aunt started fighting because of something trivial. I stood between them for the purpose of protecting my aunt. In the end, my aunt ran out of the house crying. Because it was late at night, I was worried and chased her out. At that time, my aunt was very impulsive and wanted to go back to her mother’s house, but the big iron gate of the community was locked. When I caught up, I found that my aunt had already climbed on the iron fence.My aunt’s feet, at that time, my aunt’s feet stepped on a fast horizontal bar in front of my chest. My aunt couldn’t get up or down. She struggled with me there. Maybe it was because of the impulsiveness, and my aunt twisted and half-swung down. I’m 4 years old but I’m already over 160, but it’s estimated that it’s only about 90 kilograms, but because of my admiration for my aunt, I didn’t feel strenuous at all, so my aunt rode on my shoulders and walked back. When I reached the aisle, my aunt realized that she had lost her composure and asked to come down. We walked up the stairs together, and my aunt yelled “Ouch” while walking. , I helped her sit on the steps to check the wound on her foot. I held her foot and knelt at a place two steps lower than her, so it was convenient to check. I looked carefully and found that there was no wound but a scar. I rubbed her foot gently. This was the first time I had such close contact with her foot. One sentence was beautiful. I rubbed and rubbed my lower body gradually swelled. The blood, she was very nervous and wanted to come over to see it but she couldn’t see it, so I said I’d suck it or it would be infected. My aunt didn’t answer for a long time, maybe it was acquiescence, so I stuck my mouth on the sole of her foot, because she didn’t wash her feet before she came out and wore leather shoes for a day, but there was only a slight smell on her feet. The tongue reached a large area of ​​sweets on the soles of her feet, and it was crazy. Her feet trembled slightly in my hand. I peeked at her and found that her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open and she was panting heavily. I am ashamed that there are other things in it, and the more important thing is that I don’t understand why I do this? right? Does she resent it? Why didn’t she object? She could obviously pull out her foot, because this was beyond the scope of checking the injury. After a short while like this, I felt her hand gently stroking my head. The feeling was so kind, just like she usually gave me a rewarding stroking after helping me with my homework. It might be a signal that she didn’t dislike me. I took the courage to look up at her and found that she was looking at me. I dare say that I am willing to die, she murmured, it is with meI was still talking to myself, I didn’t understand: “Stupid child, grow up and be sensible…” I didn’t answer because I didn’t know how to answer, but I knew she could feel my admiration for her. time is on our watch