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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 22:30:20 +0000 UTCChapter 7: Subway & Cinema
When the three of us went out together, Aunt Liu walked at the back. She took advantage of Siyu not paying attention, gave my butt a squeeze, her eyes flashing with a mischievous glow.
The streets were especially lively on the weekend, and the subway station was packed with crowds. We were swept along by the flow of people and soon got separated.
"Mom! Brother Lin!" Meng Siyu’s voice came from afar; she had been pushed to the other end of the train carriage.
With quick reflexes, I grabbed Aunt Liu’s wrist and squeezed us into a corner of the carriage. I used my body to make a small space for her, placing my arms on the carriage wall and holding her in my embrace.
"Are you okay?" I asked, leaning down so my breath caressed her ear.
Aunt Liu shook her head, cheeks blushing. I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo mingled with desire. She took out her phone and texted Siyu: "Get off at Wanda Plaza station."
As the subway started, the crowd swayed from inertia. My hips unintentionally rubbed against Aunt Liu’s butt, the soft sensation making me respond instantly below.
"Mmm..." Aunt Liu let out a soft sound, feeling my hardness pressed in her butt crack. She looked up at me, watery eyes rippling with a sly smile.
As the subway rolled on, the crowd kept swaying.
Through my pants, my member rubbed against Aunt Liu’s body, soon swelling painfully.
Aunt Liu noticed my predicament, glanced left and right this corner happened to be blocked by some tall passengers, so no one was paying attention.
She suddenly drew up her skirt, draping it over our lower bodies. Before I could react, I felt her deft fingers unzip my pants, releasing my 28-centimeter monster.
"Auntie... you don’t have to..." I tried to stop her, but my voice was already hoarse with desire.
Aunt Liu ignored my attempt, her warm palm gripping me directly. Her technique was practiced, thumb spiraling on the glans where clear precum instantly oozed.
"Mmm..." I clenched my teeth to suppress a moan.
Aunt Liu’s hand was soft but firm; every up-and-down stroke was perfect.
She could clearly feel every vein pulsing on my shaft, and the burning heat of my swollen glans.
Several stops went by, and Aunt Liu’s wrist had grown tired, but I still gave no sign of release. If anything, I became harder, the purple glans shining lewdly in the carriage lights.
Aunt Liu bit her lip, a flash of determination in her eyes.
Under cover of her skirt, she hooked her finger into her own underwear.
I stared in shock at what she was doing, until she guided my tip right to her moist entrance.
"Auntie... this is too risky..." My voice trembled, but my hips instinctively pressed forward.
Aunt Liu nodded, eyes fogged with lust. One hand clamped over her mouth to muffle any moans, the other gripped my waist, helping to guide me in slowly.
I dropped my knees slightly, angling my shaft to slide into her body.
Despite all our past intimacy, Aunt Liu’s opening was still astonishingly tight.
Her hot, wet flesh folded over me in layers, sucking every inch like countless tiny mouths.
"Oooh♡...” Aunt Liu’s eyelashes trembled intensely, her legs weakened by the sudden sense of fullness. I quickly grabbed her waist, holding her steady.
The subway’s rocking was the perfect camouflage.
Every jolt of the train pushed me deeper inside her.
Aunt Liu’s inner walls were even wetter and hotter than I’d imagined, and her juices kept flowing, making everything dangerously smooth.
I deliberately slowed my motions, moving in rhythm with the subway’s movements.
As the glans withdrew, I could see her lips clinging helplessly to my shaft; re-entering, those pink folds hungrily welcomed my return.
Aunt Liu’s arms went around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder hollow.
I could hear her muffled gasps, feel her pounding heart.
Her nipples were hard, grazing my chest through her dress.
"Ah... ah♡..." Every time my glans hit deepest, Aunt Liu would unconsciously squeeze tighter, her nails digging into my back.
Her tunnel pulsed rhythmically as if with a mind of its own, massaging my shaft.
This secret, risky union sent tingles through my scalp.
I looked down at Aunt Liu’s feverish face, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, lips pale from biting them.
This blend of restraint and arousal was more enticing than ever.
The train kept moving; I maintained that slow, deep rhythm.
Aunt Liu’s butt gently swayed with each thrust, her walls squeezing and sucking as if yearning to keep me forever.
Suddenly, a commuter pressed in, their shoulder brushing my back.
"Ah♡..." Aunt Liu shivered, her opening clenching like a vice and nearly making me come on the spot.
That sudden tightness made me draw a sharp breath, my glans throbbing uncontrollably at her deepest spot.
"Don’t be scared..." I soothed in a low voice, fingers gently massaging her waist, "just someone passing by..."
Aunt Liu bit her lip and nodded, eyes shining with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
Her lips, even more engorged from the stimulation, clamped my base, rubbing continuously with the train’s movement.
At that moment, the subway arrived at the next station. When the doors opened, even more people packed in. The crush of bodies forced me forward, driving my shaft unexpectedly deep.
"Oooh♡!" Aunt Liu’s head snapped up, her mouth forming a cute O, but she barely stifled her moan.
I could feel my glans break through her cervix, sinking into a fresh world of warmth and velvet.
Her womb pecked greedily at my glans like a hungry little mouth, wanting more.
As the subway started again, inertia threw me back, almost pulling out
Then another wave of bodies pushed me inside her hard.
That externally-forced motion was more thrilling than any thrust, each deep penetration hitting her deepest point.
"Mmm♡… mmm…” Aunt Liu’s breathing sped up, her nails buried in my arm.
I could feel her lower belly swelling a little, filled with my essence.
Her tunnel spasmed constantly, as if protesting this dangerous game, but greedily sucking every inch more.
Another big jolt and my glans pushed right through her cervix.
Aunt Liu’s eyes flew wide, pupils dilating with unimaginable pleasure
Her womb contracted tightly around my tip, rewarding us both with another wave of satisfaction.
"Gonna... gonna come♡..." Aunt Liu mouthed silently, her body quaking, her opening pulsing in spastic waves.
A gush of hot liquid spurted from her deepest spot, drenching my glans.
That did it for me; my hips jackhammered as I plunged savagely, each thrust grinding against her womb. Aunt Liu’s belly swelled visibly, my shaft’s outline showing through.
Just as she climaxed with a silent scream, I let out a guttural roar as creamy spurts fired deep into her spasming womb.
Afterward, we collapsed together like two fish out of water.
Aunt Liu rested against my chest, listening to my heartbeat even out.
I could feel her opening still twitching, more warm flow oozing over our joining, making the mess even worse.
"Haah... haah♡..." Aunt Liu’s breath slowed, but soon noticed my returning stiffness my 28-centimeter beast was swelling again inside her.
"Oh my god♡..." Aunt Liu looked down in disbelief at our joined bodies. "Yaowen... how are you again..." Her voice was stunned, yet excitement sparkled in her eyes.
I gently kissed her forehead and slowly withdrew.
Her opening stayed gaping for a long moment, a messy blend of cream trickling down.
She hurriedly fixed her underwear, using her skirt to cover up the mess.
"Don’t move..." Aunt Liu whispered, flushing, as her delicate fingers tucked me back into my pants. Her motion was careful, terrified someone might discover our crazed act.
When the subway arrived at Wanda Plaza Station, we got off as if nothing had happened. Meng Siyu was already at the staircase, stamping her foot impatiently.
"What took you guys so long!" she pouted.
Aunt Liu forced a smile: "Too crowded, we got separated." Her voice still held a husky overtone, and she walked a little stiffly.
I noticed a streak of white slowly trailing down Aunt Liu’s inner thigh.
Luckily, her long skirt was enough to hide this shameful evidence.
Only I knew what secrets were hidden under this woman’s dignified skirt.
At lunch, Aunt Liu and Meng Siyu sat across from me.
Aunt Liu’s cheeks still carried the flush of climax, her leg brushing mine under the table from time to time.
This secret flirting thrilled and scared me, worried Siyu would notice something’s off.
After eating, we bought three movie tickets.
The lights at the theater dimmed, and the opening started rolling across the big screen.
I sat in the middle, Aunt Liu to my left, Siyu to my right.
Aunt Liu wore a pale purple dress today, neckline revealing her perfect collarbones, hem just covering her knees, making her both dignified and sexy.
Barely ten minutes into the film, I felt a soft hand sneak onto my thigh.
The hand gently caressed my leg, then moved up slowly, finally stopping at my crotch.
I turned my head. Aunt Liu was staring fixedly at the screen, a faint, unreadable smile at her lips.
"Mmm..." I softly hummed as that hand undid my belt and slipped inside.
Aunt Liu’s hand was warm and soft, grasping my half-hard shaft directly.
Her thumb twirled over my tip, and precum immediately welled up.
Not to be outdone, I shielded us with the popcorn bucket in my left hand and reached for Aunt Liu’s thigh.
Her skirt slid up as she sat, revealing those fair, smooth legs.
My fingers quickly found the secret spot through thin panties, I felt a patch already drenched.
"Ah..." Aunt Liu’s breathing sped up, but she quickly masked it, pretending the movie was captivating her.
Meanwhile, her fingers sped up their strokes, thumb sometimes scraping my sensitive ridge.
My fingers pressed in rhythm on Aunt Liu’s slit, through her underwear I could feel the shape of her lips.
My motion soon soaked her panties, making them transparently wet.
I could even see the outline of her lips and the faint slit between them.
"Mmm..." Aunt Liu squeezed her legs together, and I took the chance to slip a finger inside her panties, directly feeling her sticky lips.
Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, shaped into a little triangle.
When my fingers parted her lips, Aunt Liu shuddered, almost crying out.
A fight scene raged on screen, masking the noises.
I drove my finger in deeper, exploring her slick interior.
Her walls clamped tight on my finger, sucking like countless tiny mouths.
Juices flowed freely, soon soaking my finger.
"Siyu..." I suddenly turned to the girl on my right. "My stomach hurts, I need the bathroom."
Meng Siyu was totally absorbed in the movie and just nodded. I pulled my finger out, love juice glistening on it, and deliberately licked it in front of Aunt Liu before leaving the hall.
I walked straight to the restroom.
Once I was sure it was empty, I waited by the door.
Sure enough, not five minutes later, Aunt Liu slipped out.
Her face was flushed, her legs slightly trembling as she walked.
"Auntie..." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the men’s restroom.
Aunt Liu jumped in fright, whispering, "Yaowen! This is the men’s room! What if someone..."
"There’s no one," I locked the stall behind us, pressing her to the wall, "I checked everyone’s watching the movie."
Before she could speak, I kissed her lips.
Her lips were even softer than I remembered, tasting sweet like popcorn.
She resisted only for a second before kissing me back fiercely.
Our tongues tangled, Aunt Liu’s tip nimbly exploring my mouth, licking my palate and dancing with mine.
My hand quickly slipped under her skirt, gripping her full round butt.
"Mmm..." Aunt Liu muffled a moan, brows knitted.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, pausing.
She glared, "It’s your fault... shooting so much♡... my belly’s all full♡..."
Then I remembered our subway madness. My semen was still in her womb no wonder she was uncomfortable.
"So... want to let it out?" I offered tentatively.
She hesitated, then nodded shyly.
She hiked up her skirt, slid off her soaked panties and handed them to me, then sat on the toilet.
Her movements were elegant and practiced, as if this were the most natural thing.
I watched without blinking as she parted her pink lips with one hand, the other probing inside gently.
Her lips, still a little swollen from earlier, unfurled to reveal her moist tissue.
Her opening still quivered, savoring the memory of being stuffed full.
Soon, waves of milky liquid gushed out, streaming from inside her like she was urinating.
"Ah... it’s coming out..." Aunt Liu tilted her head and sighed, fingers gently stirring at her entrance.
That thick white fluid shone pearly under the light as it drained.
Some semen even stretched out as long silver threads before breaking.
Her womb pulsed, milking the last drops from deep within.
I crouched to watch this lewd scene.
Aunt Liu’s lips were parted, pink flesh slicked with a mix of juices.
Each time she stirred her fingers, faint squelching could be heard the sound of my semen being squeezed from her.
The expelled liquid held semi-transparent flecks, proof of her own fluids blended with mine.
"Ah♡..." Aunt Liu moaned with pleasure, fingers speeding up.
Her lips were red and slightly puffy from my torment, now constantly oozing out my semen.
This went on for nearly five minutes, until what emerged was finally clear.
"Yaowen... look♡♡..." Aunt Liu used her fingers to pull her opening wide, letting me see clearly inside. "There’s still so much... of you in there..." she said with a teasing tone, fingers gently scraping the vaginal wall and bringing out the last few streaks of white.
Her cervical mouth slightly parted, gently fluttering like a flower, as if reluctant to let my essence go.
Watching this, I swelled almost painfully hard again. I stripped off my pants, my twenty-eight centimeter monster pointing straight at her face.
Aunt Liu looked up at me, dangerous light in her eyes. She didn’t speak just opened her lips and drew my tip inside.
"Mmm..." I gasped, Aunt Liu’s mouth was wet, hot, and tight, her tongue swirling along my ridge. She worked me softly and skillfully, as if cleaning a precious work of art.
I could feel her licking up every drop of residual semen, even the last bit at the slit wasn’t spared. Each time she deepthroated, her throat’s squeeze nearly made me lose control.
"Auntie... feels so good..." I gripped her hair, hips thrusting unconsciously.
Her throat bulged as she tried to swallow me, not pushing me away, but wrapping her hand tighter around my base to guide me deeper.
I could clearly see my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, the purple-red tip sometimes hidden in her lips, sometimes emerging, soaked with her saliva.
It was an obscenely erotic sight.
Her tongue swirled around my ridge, her right index finger already inside her wet opening.
She precisely found her erect clit, scraping it lightly, while another finger thrust deep in her spasming tunnel.
Her fingers pumped inside herself, making faint squelches, blending with the wet sounds of her sucking, echoed in the small bathroom stall.
"Auntie... feels so good..." I panted, fingers digging into her hair.
I could feel every wrinkle in her throat clinging to my tip, her tongue swirling around my sensitive underside.
Aunt Liu’s mouth was hot and tight, her deep throat squeezing as if it was extracting my soul.
Her fingers in her own tunnel sped up; I could see the knuckles being swallowed by the pink flesh, juices dripping down to the floor.
Suddenly, I scooped Aunt Liu up and sat myself down on the toilet.
My hands grabbed her ample buttocks, feeling those soft mounds mushing in my grip.
Aunt Liu got the hint, straddled me and spread her legs.
She guided my shaft to her slippery opening, then slowly sank down.
"Ah~" We sighed in pleasure together.
I felt her tight entrance folding around me, layer after layer of muscle then to the looser zone, and finally to the soft cervical ring.
Her inside walls sucked around me like a dozen tiny mouths, every fold pressed to my shaft.
As she sat fully, my twenty-eight centimeter beast fully vanished inside, tip pressing her soft womb as she shuddered all over.
Aunt Liu began rocking her hips, her waist flexing like a snake. Each rise was slow, letting her ridge rub over her most sensitive spot, before dropping down with a thump.
The angle let my shaft strike her G-spot perfectly each time.
White foam bubbled at our union; the mix of juice and semen churned into froth, soaking both our hair down there. Her butt slapped my thighs to crisp, sharp claps.
"Mmm... Yaowen... so deep♡...♡" Aunt Liu held herself up on my chest, nails digging red lines into my skin.
Her breasts bounced and swayed wildly with each movement, E-cup cleavage visible as nipples pressed through her thin dress.
After a while, I motioned to switch positions.
She sorrowfully lifted her hips; as my shaft slid out, thick cream mixed with juices poured down her thighs.
I guided my glans over her wet slit, teasing her engorged clit with each pass, never quite entering.
Her lips engorged, blooming apart, dripping with crystal juice.
"Ah... Yaowen... stop teasing..." Aunt Liu flexed her hips, butt wagging like a bitch in heat, trying to swallow my shaft.
"Please, line it up, put it in... I need it, please♡..."
I grinned, slipping in only the tip, letting her tight ring squeeze me, then quickly popping out. "What should you call me?"
Aunt Liu paused, then realized. She mimicked Meng Siyu’s little-girl tone: "Brother Lin♡ I’m so itchy down there♡"
That sent a jolt through me, but pretending to remain unsatisfied, I only pushed in half, then pulled out again: "Wrong, try again..."
Aunt Liu was driven wild with desire, her opening fluttering as she wriggled. I could see her lips parting, juicy pink inner flesh peeking out.
Juice trickled down her thighs.
She suddenly bucked her hips, and in a voice half-crying, moaned: "Big cock brother Your little sister’s so itchy♡ Please put your big cock in me~♡"
That did it. Gritting my teeth, I rammed in with one sharp thrust twenty-eight centimeters bulling straight through her now-pliant tunnel. I felt every fold parting as I plowed into her.
Her cervix bloomed to grasp my tip.
"Ah~♡" she screamed, her womb gaped open like a hungry flower, clamping my glans.
Her opening spasmed violently, kneading my shaft with wild contractions.
"Ah! Too... too big..." Aunt Liu’s nails gouged the toilet lid, her back arched in a beautiful line, shoulder blades extra sexy in the light.
I could see every thrust, my shaft sliding in and out of her juicy pink walls, tip shining with her moisture.
As we lost ourselves in passion, we heard talking and footsteps coming to the door.
Aunt Liu tensed her muscles spasmed around me, clamping so tight I barely held off coming.
"Was that a woman’s voice?" came a puzzled male voice outside.
Aunt Liu shook with terror, her tunnel flexing in wave after wave from her nervousness.
She clamped both hands over her mouth.
I slowed to a shallow grind, letting my tip circle her G-spot, using my thumb to press her clit as well.
"You’re hearing things, this is the men’s room," another man replied.
I wickedly rammed all the way in, tip banging her soft cervix.
Aunt Liu’s eyes flooded with tears: "Ooo♡..." Her juices poured out uncontrollably, flooding our joining with sticky mess.
They bickered by the sink while I quietly pounded her in the stall.
My hands crushed her butt as I thrust hard, feeling her flesh squash and jiggle.
Aunt Liu braced one trembling hand on the lid, the other still muffling her cries.
At last, the door closed as the group left.
Hearing the silence, Aunt Liu gasped out, "Haah...♡", her womb abruptly squeezing my glans with a flood of hot juice, leaving her jelly-limp on the toilet lid.
"You little devil...♡" she glared back at me, eyes teary from climax, lips quivering, still glazed with lust.
Not letting her catch her breath, I grabbed her butt again, digging my fingers deep, and pounded up into her with wild force.
Every thrust reached deep, creamy froth bubbling around my shaft.
My glans showed through the skin of her belly.
"Ah! Too... too deep♡! You’re going to split me open, my womb...♡"
She arched, throat making little animal noises, chest heaving, neck taut.
Her lips stretched tight around my base, flipping in and out with each motion.
I whispered at her ear: "Aunt Liu... let me in your womb..."
Aunt Liu was by now wild with lust her finger rubbing her clit, the other mashing her soft breast.
In my frenzied assault, her cervix began to open.
I seized the moment slammed deep, my tip bursting through into her snug, hot womb.
"Ah♡!!!"
She screamed, womb gnawing on my glans like a greedy little mouth.
I kept thrusting until the entire shaft was buried deep in her, stirring her womb walls and teasing her to the edge.
As I slowly withdrew, her cervix clung desperately to my tip, drawing out strings of clear glue.
Leaving just the glans at her opening, I slammed all the way back in.
That dual sensation had us both shuddering together: "Ah♡..." Her opening quaked violently, spraying hot liquid straight onto my tip.
"Gonna come♡... can’t stand it♡... ah!!"
Aunt Liu’s body spasmed, her womb milking me tightly.
I didn’t stop, pumping deep between her womb and tunnel, churning up frothy cream.
Finally, I slammed as deep as I could, loosed my restraint, and poured out geysers of hot semen, flooding her womb deep and full.
Aunt Liu’s belly swelled visibly, as if three months pregnant.
"Haah♡... haah♡..." After the climax, we slumped together, only our joined lower bodies still twitching.
Her womb bulged, brimming with my essence.
Her lips gaped, milky rivers poured, soaking her neatly trimmed bush.
I kissed her sweat-damp back: "Auntie... we should go back... Siyu’s waiting..."
Aunt Liu nodded weakly: "Mmm♡..." Her thighs still trembled, her walk unsteady, as she fixed her skirt as best she could.
When we finally returned to the theater, the movie was ending. Meng Siyu eyed us warily: "What took you guys so long?"
"Long line," I lied, sitting back down.
Siyu still seemed suspicious but didn’t pursue it.
Aunt Liu sat back gracefully, legs crossed, completely composed.
Only I knew, under her skirt she wore nothing her soaked panties were balled in my pocket, and her womb was still filled with my seed, pulsing within...
After the movie ended, we went for hotpot in the mall.
Steam rose from the boiling broth, reflecting the exhaustion on Aunt Liu’s face.
She wore her pale purple dress, neckline showing her perfect collarbones, but her eyes betrayed her fatigue.
"Mom, why are you so quiet today?" Meng Siyu asked, dropping a slice of beef into Aunt Liu’s bowl with blinked eyes.
Aunt Liu forced a smile, rubbing her temple. "Maybe... the movie was too loud, bit of a headache..."
I noticed her hand trembled as she picked up food, her thighs rubbing unconsciously under the table remnants from today’s overuse.
My eyes, against my will, kept falling on her softly heaving chest, those E-cups carving seductive curves under her tight dress.
"Auntie, want to go home and rest first?" I whispered, squeezing her cold fingers under the table.
She shook her head, squeezing my hand back: "It's okay, we rarely eat out." Her fingertip drew a circle in my palm this secret touch made my heart skip a beat.
It was nearly nine when we finished hotpot.
On the taxi home, Aunt Liu leaned into the window, resting her eyes, long lashes casting scattered shadows.
Meng Siyu scrolled through the photos taken earlier in the mall, giggling once in a while.
"I'm home..." As soon as she got through the door, Aunt Liu slipped off her high heels and padded barefoot to the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower first..."
