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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 22:30:32 +0000 UTCChapter 8: Intimacy in the Kitchen
I looked at her slightly unsteady back as she walked away, and a trace of guilt rose in my heart.
We really had gone too wild today the subway, the movie theater, the restroom stall... Even though Aunt Liu’s mature body was full of fire, she was still only flesh and blood.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. I sat in a daze on the living room sofa. Meng Siyu plopped down beside me, still carrying the smoky scent of the hotpot restaurant.
"Brother Lin, play a game with me!" she waved her Switch, eyes sparkling.
I was about to refuse then realized that might look suspicious, so I nodded, "Okay, let me shower first."
After my shower, I found Meng Siyu already changed into her pajamas a cartoon-print shirt and hot pants, her long, pale legs exposed.
She sat cross-legged on the carpet, game controller spinning nimbly in her fingers.
"Come on, I just downloaded a new game!" she patted the spot beside her.
I sat down, towel-drying my hair, deliberately keeping a bit of distance. The game was a popular fighter; Meng Siyu played skillfully, soon handing me defeat after defeat.
"Haha! Brother Lin, you’re terrible!" she teased, ponytail bobbing with her laughter.
"One more!" I sat up, annoyed I’d get serious this time.
We got absorbed in the match, losing all sense of time it was after midnight before we knew it. Yawning, Meng Siyu’s eyes welled up with sleepy tears, "Ugh... so sleepy..."
"Go to bed." I put down the controller, rubbing my tired eyes.
Stretching, she raised her pajama top, revealing a slim waist. "Good night!" she bounded upstairs, footsteps fading away.
I turned off the TV; darkness settled over the living room.
Moonlight trickled through the curtain slit, dappling the floor in scattered patches.
I tiptoed upstairs. Passing Aunt Liu’s room, I heard the even breathing of deep sleep she really was exhausted, already sound asleep.
Back in my room, I drifted on the bed.
The day’s events replayed in my mind like a film Aunt Liu’s suppressed moans on the subway, the way her back arched in climax in the theater restroom... I felt a stirring in my groin.
Damn... I cursed myself, turning over. She’d had enough for one day I couldn’t disturb her rest.
Just as I was drifting off, my door opened gently. A familiar jasmine scent wafted in, the mattress dipped a little, and a warm body slipped under the covers.
"Auntie?" I sleepily turned, wrapping my arm naturally around her waist.
She didn’t answer, just gave a gentle "Mm."
She wore a silk slip dress; shoulders and back gleamed pearly white in the moonlight.
I instinctively buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling bath-freshness mixed with a trace of arousal.
My lips brushed her bare shoulder, softer than I’d imagined.
Aunt Liu trembled slightly but didn’t push me away.
My arm tightened, pulling her closer into my embrace.
Her curves fit mine perfectly, her back flush to my chest, her bottom pressing against my morning wood.
"Mm..." She sighed almost imperceptibly, fingers gently over the hand I had around her waist.
I didn’t move further, just held her silently like that.
Aunt Liu’s breathing gradually deepened, her chest rising and falling with each inhalation.
My palm felt the arc of her ribs just above lay that warm softness.
In the moonlight, I saw her slip’s strap slide halfway off, exposing half a round breast, white skin marred by faint red marks my own handiwork during earlier excitement.
My thumb unconsciously stroked the sensitive skin at her side she always shuddered when I touched that spot.
As expected, her breathing changed. Her fingers gave my hand a gentle pinch, both a warning and an encouragement. I played dumb, continuing the casual caress.
"Yaowen..." She finally couldn’t hold back, whispering with a voice full of sleep and a touch of helplessness.
"Mhmm?" I replied innocently, but pressed my lips to her exposed shoulder for a light kiss.
Aunt Liu turned to face me; her eyes were two dark pools in the moonlight, flickering with complex emotion. She traced my cheek with cool fingertips.
"Did you have fun today?" she asked softly, lips curling up.
I nodded, unable to resist pecking her at the corner of her mouth: "I did but I'm a little worried about you, Auntie..."
She chuckled, fingers lazily tracing circles on my chest. "What’s to worry? That you’ll break Auntie?"
That blunt question sent heat flooding through me. My hand slipped down her waist to cup that full bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze: "You still seem pretty sturdy right now..."
"Little devil..." She glared playfully but leaned in to kiss me.
This kiss was gentle and long, free of lust pure intimacy.
Her lips were softer than I could’ve imagined, tinged with the flavor of minty toothpaste.
Our tongues met shyly, two small fish flickering and twining, chasing and tangling.
When I finally pulled away, Aunt Liu’s eyes looked sleepy-misty. She raked my bangs with her fingers, as gentle as if stroking a precious treasure.
"Sleep..." she whispered, a light kiss to my forehead, "Auntie really is tired tonight..."
I nodded and gathered her tightly back into my arms.
She settled against me, head on my chest, listening to my steady heartbeat.
Her breaths evened out, long lashes casting fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks.
I kissed the crown of her head and closed my eyes, too.
Her body was warm and soft, filling every gap of my embrace like cotton.
Heartbeat thrummed, slow and powerful, a lullaby through our touching skin.
Just as sleep was pulling me under, Aunt Liu shifted lightly.
Her fingers wandered unconsciously over my chest, finally resting on my abs.
Even asleep, her body seemed to remember what it loved.
"Yaowen..." she murmured dreamily, voice heavy with sleep.
"Mm?" I responded, thinking she had something to say.
But she was already asleep, lips parted, breathing warm and deep. Her chest rose and fell, now and then giving a kitten-soft purr.
I couldn’t help but smile, holding her even tighter. Moonlight through the curtains painted a silver aura on her profile saintly and seductive all at once.
That night we slept together in this tangle, like two intertwined trees, roots and leaves united. Her warmth melted the chill of autumn, her hair scent the best lullaby.
Sunlight lit up the room when I blinked awake. Aunt Liu was gone from my arms.
Her lingering warmth and jasmine fragrance remained in the bed, a long black hair on the pillow.
I stretched, feeling more rested than ever. Though nothing had happened last night, that pure, close sleep left me deeply content.
On the nightstand was a note, penned in Aunt Liu’s elegant hand:
"Yaowen:
Auntie went grocery shopping, breakfast is in the microwave.
Remember to heat before eating.
Love, your Auntie"
That closing line made my heart skip.
Aunt Liu had never confessed so frankly, not even at our most intimate.
I stared at the note for a long time before carefully slipping it into my textbook.
Downstairs, I found Meng Siyu at the breakfast table, ponytail high, wearing her school uniform skirt, radiating youth.
"Morning, Brother Lin!" she mumbled through bread. "Mom left you fried eggs and milk!"
"Thanks." I smiled and took a seat, warmed by contentment. This home had given me so much Aunt Liu’s gentleness, Siyu’s vivacity, the precious feeling of being needed.
The microwave dinged; Siyu jumped up to get my breakfast. "Here!" She slid the plate over and poured a glass of milk. "Mom said you stayed up late, told me not to bother you."
I felt a rush of gratitude. Even tiny details, Aunt Liu remembered. "When did Auntie go out?"
"After seven," Siyu replied, chewing her straw. "She said she wanted to buy fresh fish at the market." She leaned in conspiratorially, "Hey, don't you think my mom has been acting weird?"
My heart skipped: "Weird how?"
"Like...," Siyu tilted her head, "she dresses up more, and’s always smiling for no reason... Maybe she’s... in love?"
I almost choked on my milk, forced myself to recover and wiped my mouth: "How could that be... Maybe her work's going well."
Siyu eyed me suspiciously, about to probe further, when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" she said, bounding away.
Relief washed over me; I’d dodged the bullet.
But Siyu’s question lingered. Aunt Liu had changed glowing not just in looks, even her aura had softened.
Was it... because of me?
Siyu opened the door, a crisp market-scented breeze swirling in.
Aunt Liu stood outside, hands full of bursting grocery bags, fine sweat beading her brow, and her cheeks flushed healthy red.
"Mom! Why so many groceries?" Siyu gasped, quickly grabbing the heaviest bags.
Aunt Liu smiled as she stepped inside, placed the rest at the entry, and bent to change her shoes neckline dipping, revealing a flash of white skin and an alluring hint of cleavage.
I couldn't help staring at that tempting view.
"The seafood at the market was so fresh, I just couldn’t help myself."
She straightened and wiped her brow, our eyes met for a heartbeat and then she quickly looked away, a secret smile tugging at her lips.
I hurried over to help, letting my fingers linger as I took the bag from her.
Her hand trembled the slightest bit, the bag crinkling.
Her fingertips were cold and silky, like fine jade.
"Thank you, Yaowen." Her voice was an octave lower than usual, faintly husky from having just woken up.
Together we carried the food into the kitchen.
Today Aunt Liu wore a pale blue dress, white belt at the waist, highlighting her slim midsection and the curve of her hips.
The skirt just covered her knees, showing her pretty calves.
White flats on her feet, those delicate ankles looked as if they’d snap at a touch.
"Siyu, finished your homework?" Aunt Liu asked, sorting vegetables.
"Not yet," Siyu pouted. "The math’s too hard."
"Get to it, then." Aunt Liu didn't even look up, deftly sliding fish into the sink. "I’ll make braised fish for lunch."
"Got it!" Siyu drawled, and with a bounce, skipped upstairs, footsteps fading.
The kitchen suddenly felt thick with tension, just the two of us left.
Aunt Liu washed fish, back to me, long hair swaying as she moved.
"Auntie..." I called softly, stepping closer.
She tensed a little, but didn’t turn. "Yaowen, don’t... Siyu could come down any time..."
I ignored her warning, stepping even closer till I was almost pressed to her back. I caught a whiff of her hair’s fragrance, mixed with just a hint of sweat strangely sensual.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I murmured, my lips near her ear.
Her ear tip flushed instantly, like a cherry blossom petal. Her breathing turned shallow, chest rising and falling. "Yaowen... stop it..."
I pulled back with a wicked grin, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. "Why so nervous, Auntie? Just saying good morning."
She turned to glare, her blush betraying her annoyance.
Her lips parted, as if to say something, but she only sighed, "Go have breakfast, or the milk’ll get cold."
I nodded and headed to the dining room, dragging my feet on purpose. Sure enough, I heard her exhale, relief in every note. That discovery put me in a great mood.
Breakfast was simple eggs, toast, milk.
I sneaked looks at her in the kitchen as I ate.
She handled the fish with practiced skill, knife neat and swift, occasionally tucking her hair behind her ear to reveal her fine profile.
Sunlight from the window gilded her with a golden glow, painting her like an oil portrait.
After breakfast I tiptoed to the kitchen door, "Auntie, I’ll do homework now."
"Go ahead," she replied, hands never pausing, "Come down for lunch."
Just as I’d turned to leave, I doubled back and quickly kissed her cheek before she could react. She nearly dropped her knife, eyes wide like a startled fawn.
"Little rascal!" she hissed, but her lips quirked into a smile she couldn’t hide.
I grinned all the way upstairs, floating on air.
Ten o’clock, I finished my homework. Stretching, I opened my door, seeing Aunt Liu still prepping in the kitchen.
I snuck up, hugged her from behind as she sliced vegetables.
My chest pressed her soft back, my chin on her shoulder, and I inhaled her jasmine scent.
"Ah!" she squealed, nearly dropping her knife. "You scared Auntie to death!"
Before she could scold me further, I captured her lips.
Her lips were softer than dreams, tinged with mint.
She resisted for a heartbeat, but melted beneath my attack, arms climbing up to my shoulders.
"Mmm♡~" she gave off a sweet hum, tongue wrapping around mine. My hand slid up her waist, gripping a full breast through the thin dress.
Her chest heaved under my kneading, nipples fully erect and poking the fabric. My thumb grazed her tip, making her shiver.
"No... stop" she panted, eyes swirling. "Siyu could come in"
I grinned naughtily, pressing closer, "Don't worry, she's still busy." Then I kissed her again.
This time, her resistance melted away faster, her body sinking into mine.
My hips ground against her firm bottom, that 28-centimeter beast swelling at her crack.
"Mmm♡~" She felt my arousal and moaned. Suddenly, she spun and slowly knelt before me.
Looking up with a dangerous light in her eyes, her slender fingers undid my belt, reaching in.
Her warm hand grasped my swollen shaft; I gasped at the surge.
"Auntie~" My voice was thick with need.
She didn't answer, just parted her lips and took the purple glans into her mouth.
"Ah♡~" I groaned, overwhelmed with satisfaction.
Her mouth was hot and tight, tongue swirling over the ridge.
Her technique was gentle and practiced, as if cherishing rare art.
"Mmm♡ mmm♡" she whimpered, saliva escaping her lips. Her tongue found the tip, gently lapping up my precum.
My hands slid into her hair, urging her deeper.
Her throat bulged as she pushed down, but she didn’t shy away gripped my base, guiding me all the way in.
Wet sucking noises filled the quiet kitchen.
Her throat squeezed my glans with rhythmic pulses.
Her nose pressed my belly, each deepthroat letting me bury to the hilt.
"Auntie... feels so good~" I praised, hips thrusting deeper still.
Tears glimmered as she kept swallowing, consuming me inch by inch.
She sucked for a while, growing more frantic as she flicked herself under her skirt.
My excitement soared I thrust harder until she was nearly in tears, yet she greedily swallowed every bit.
Suddenly, Aunt Liu broke away, spun and bent over the counter, flipping her skirt up to her waist.
A purple crotchless panty hugged her round butt, a wide open gap exposing her pink opening and her pucker completely.
"Big cock brother♡ come on♡" she moaned, reaching back to part her juicy lips, revealing glistening inner flesh.
The sight made me wild.
Two steps forward, I grabbed her waist, aiming my thick rod at her soaked crack, letting my glans grind slow at her trembling entrance.
Her labia petal soft parted around my crown, bright pink flesh peeking through.
We moaned together in satisfaction.
As I pushed in, I felt her wet, burning flesh fold over me, enveloping me, every ridge gripping tight.
First the tight entrance, then the roomier mid-section, then the ring of her cervix.
Her tunnel was hotter and tighter than I’d ever known; every inch clung to my hardness.
Finally the crown pressed her soft cervix, which trembled like a shy mouth.
I grinded my ridge against the sensitive opening, feeling it loosen under my pressure.
"Mmm... not there♡..." Her hips tensed, the depth of her body sucking and stirring against me.
Her cervix, like a blossoming flower bud, bloomed around me and finally pop my head entered her warm sacred space.
"Ah♡!"
"In... inside my womb~♡" Her toes straightened, nails marking my arms.
Her womb caressed my tip like a crowd of little tongues, sucking greedily at my intrusion.
Deep pulses formed a perfect vacuum, each rhythm wringing me as if to drink me in.
With Siyu home, we kept our voices low.
Aunt Liu braced her hands on the counter, butt pressing back to meet each thrust.
I could see my shaft sliding in and out purple head disappearing and emerging, slicked with her cream.
Her lips stretched thin, gripping my base, flipping out with each movement.
"Mmm♡ big cock brother♡... feels so good♡" she whispered, almost inaudibly.
Her tunnel rippled in waves, alive beneath my thrusts, every contraction a new pulse of pleasure.
Juice poured from us, slicking her thighs.
I slowed my movements, making every plunge reach her deepest.
When my tip was fully buried, I could feel her cervix gripping my ridge like a ring.
Her womb, a greedy mouth, pecked my crown; the inner spiral drew me ever deeper.
I squeezed her butt and began a steady rhythm.
Each thrust hit deep, my head bashing her softest core, the fleshy slaps echoing.
She twisted skillfully, slowing to grind her G-spot along my crown, shuddering with need.
"My womb... it’s going to be pierced~" She raised her head in a silent scream, cervix fully open, a soft passage for my glans to slide right in.
I could feel my crown scraping her internal sweet spot, every pulse of the warm space shifting to take me deeper.
"Ah♡ slow down♡… Siyu will hear" she whined, but her body only tightened around me.
White froth bubbled at our joining, our mixed juices soaking both of us.
At that moment, steps sounded from upstairs. Aunt Liu froze, her tunnel clamping so hard it nearly made me come on the spot.
"Quick… Siyu’s coming!" she whispered, trying to pull away.
I acted fast, lying on my back with hips lifted; from the living room, I’d look hidden behind the counter, while she appeared to be standing at the counter.
Aunt Liu understood immediately, feigning to cut vegetables while my shaft gently tunneled inside her.
She let my glans almost slip out each time she rose then slammed down, impaling herself fully.
Every drop plunged deeper, and I could feel her womb gliding and molding to accept everything I gave her.
"Mom? What are you cooking? Smells so good~" Siyu’s voice came.
Aunt Liu tensed, her tunnel squeezing me, heart pounding.
"S simmering fish..." she replied, barely steady; cheeks blushed with tension and lust.
Suddenly her womb contracted hard, a perfect spiral clinging to my glans.
The surprise nearly made me let go, and I bit my lip to stay in control.
Aunt Liu, too, was trembling, but kept up her counter work, even as she fought not to moan.
"Done with homework?" she tried to act calm, hips twitching, drawing joy from my shaft rubbing in circles inside her.
Siyu fetched a glass of water, "Almost, just one question left." She sniffed, "Mom, why’s your face so red?"
"Kitchen’s hot," Aunt Liu panted, her thighs trembling.
I saw her neat bush was soaked, plastered to her thighs, her lips swollen like flower petals, opening with each breath.
With Siyu’s back turned, I drove up hard, rotating inside her deepest spot.
Aunt Liu’s toes curled, her womb spasming around me, almost forcing a cry.
Her cervix ring sealed tightly around my shaft, sucking at the glans with every pulse.
"Need help?" asked Siyu kindly.
"No no thanks!" Aunt Liu’s voice spiked. "It’s oily in here, go finish up first!"
Siyu pouted, "Okay~" She turned to leave, then suddenly asked, "Mom, why are your legs shaking?"
Aunt Liu’s breath quickened. Her chest bounced under the tight dress, breasts drawing an enticing arc.
"Cooking... on my feet..."
During it all, her womb kept rippling, pecking my tip, the sacred tunnel squeezing tighter every minute, forming a vacuum around me.
At last, Siyu left the kitchen upstairs. At the sound of her footsteps, my arms gave out I slumped to the floor, pulling Aunt Liu with me.
"Ah♡!"
She cried out as we dropped, and I drove in deeper than ever, tip bashing her womb wall, filling her to the hilt.
Her womb, suddenly packed, bulged outward, folding perfectly around my crown.
Cervix sealed tight for a vacuum, every thrust a new rush of suction.
"Auntie... are you alright?" I asked, trying to pull out.
She held my thigh, "Don’t... don’t take it out♡... Feels good♡... Just a bit much all at once♡..."
I kissed her sweat-damp back, both hands on her hips.
Once she caught her breath, she twisted gently, letting me stir slowly in her womb.
"Inside’s... itchy♡..." she begged, legs tight around my waist, tunnel pulsing with need.
I started shallow thrusts, head massaging her inner walls, both of us sighing under the pleasure.
Every move drew a clinging, hungry response from her womb, alternately grasping and releasing my glans.
I patted her round behind, urging her to move herself.
She braced on my chest, lifting and lowering steadily.
Each uplift let her lips cling to my shaft, each drop buried me in her fluttering warmth.
"Aaah♡ aaah♡" she moaned, head thrown back, chest bouncing, her E-cups tracing sinuous arcs, nipples hard through her thin dress.
Gripping her breasts in both hands, I thumbed the taut peaks.
She gasped, her womb contracting hard, spiraling tight around my glans, cervix pulsating in perfect rhythm.
Pressure inside her changed with every pulse, each contraction a thousand kisses.
Her womb opened, inviting my flood.
"Yaowen♡... I’m coming♡..." she sobbed, cervix blossoming wide to cradle me.
I couldn’t help myself I thrust powerfully to match her, last strokes pressing visibly beneath her taut belly.
Lips stretched impossibly tight, clinging to my root, opening with every thrust.
In the final sprint, every thrust hammered her secret core, my glans stirring deep in her womb, her precious space spiraling to swallow my essence.
"Come♡... give it to Auntie♡..." she begged, womb pecking my glans, begging to drink my all.
That did it. With a roar I emptied myself into her, hot seed spraying in pulsing bursts, filling that hungry place.
Her body seized, womb milking every last drop, soaking it all up like a sponge.
Her walls and cervix rippled, ensuring nothing escaped.
"Haah♡... haah♡..." At last we were spent, collapsed on the floor.
Her belly bulged, brimful of me; lips wet and gaping, cream mixing beneath her.
Pink flesh spilled outward, glistening.
When my tip finally slid out, a wet pop sounded, her cervix briefly reluctant to let me go.
Her womb, emptied, still quivered, folds rippling with lingering fullness, cervix slightly parted, inside a swirl of froth.
"Ah... gently♡..." She trembled, cheeks pink, unable to fully stand. She straightened her dress, hiding the signs of lust.
"I... I'll go to my room first..." She fled, red-faced.
I pulled myself together, slipped to the living room.
The kitchen soon buzzed with the smell of cooking. Aunt Liu was prepping as if nothing had happened only her unruly hair and blushing cheeks proved otherwise.
"Lunch’s ready!"
She marched out, carrying steaming braised fish, smiling softly, no sign of the recent frenzy.
Sunlight gilded her hair and cheeks.
Siyu bounced down. "Wow! Smells amazing!"
We gathered at the table. Aunt Liu’s cooking was as delicious as ever crispy, tender fish, bright vegetables, savory seaweed egg soup.
She passed food to Siyu and me, her gaze soft as spring water.
"Mom, your fish is sooo good today!" Siyu chimed, mouth full.
Aunt Liu ruffled her daughter’s hair, "Slow down, you’ll choke." Her eyes met mine briefly, barely hidden mischief at her lips.
Afterwards we piled onto the living room sofa.
Siyu suggested a board game; Aunt Liu, for once, didn’t refuse.
Sunlight slanted across the floor.
Aunt Liu sat beside me, faint jasmine perfume on her skin, her knee accidentally brushing mine again and again a tiny jolt every time.
"Ah! I lost again!" Siyu pouted, shoving the game. "Not playing anymore!"
Aunt Liu laughed and packed up the pieces, "Siyu, you have to learn to lose." Her fingers, slender as jade, glowed in the sun.
As the day lazed, I yawned, eyelids heavy. Aunt Liu noticed, "Go nap a bit, I’ll call you for dinner."
I nodded and went upstairs. The sheets smelled faintly of her; hugging the pillow, I fell quickly into dreams.
When I woke, dusk painted the sky red.
Downstairs, pan and spatula clattered, mother and daughter’s laughter filled the air, a picture of happiness.
Dinner was simple, yet Aunt Liu’s touch made everything delicious.
We chatted as we ate: Siyu bubbling about school, Aunt Liu listening, sometimes sliding extra food onto my plate.
Her foot under the table brushed my calf in secret, each touch a silent thrill.
Afterwards, the three of us went out for a walk.
Late summer’s breeze carried faint chill, streetlights twinkled like scattered pearls.
Aunt Liu walked between us, Siyu and me at either side.
Every so often, her hand, almost by accident, brushed mine, her fingertips cool and light.
