Chapter 1: First Arrival at the Meng Family
"Yaowen, come in quickly!"
Aunt Liu Mengli stood at the doorway, enthusiastically waving at me.
She wore a form-fitting beige dress that outlined the voluptuous curves unique to mature women. The fabric across her chest was stretched taut, trembling slightly with her movements.
I dragged my suitcase along, feeling somewhat constrained as I walked into this unfamiliar house.
At eighteen years old, I had already grown to 1.8 meters tall, a full head taller than Aunt Liu, but at this moment I felt as helpless as a new elementary school student.
"Your mother has told me everything. You can rest assured and live here during this time."
Aunt Liu took my backpack, her fingers inadvertently brushing against my arm, bringing a subtle electric sensation.
"Siyu! Come down and meet your Brother Lin!"
Light footsteps came from upstairs, and a girl with a ponytail bouncing appeared at the top of the stairs.
Meng Siyu - the younger daughter of my mother's best friend, the same age as me but looking much more lively.
She wore a school uniform skirt, revealing two fair and slender legs, her eyes bright and sparkling like a curious little cat.
"Wow, you're Lin Yaowen? You're so much taller than in the photos!" She jumped down the stairs three steps at a time, circling around me. "Mom, he's so tall! None of the boys in our class are this tall!"
"Siyu, don't be rude." Aunt Liu scolded gently, but her eyes carried a smile. "Yaowen just arrived, let him rest first."
I was arranged in a guest room on the second floor, right next to Meng Siyu's room.
While organizing my luggage, I could hear cheerful humming from next door, along with the rustling sounds of clothing.
Somehow, my lower body suddenly reacted, creating an obvious bulge in my school pants.
Damn... I cursed silently and quickly sat down to hide it.
Since entering puberty, my body had become unusually sensitive.
What was worse was that my size seemed to far exceed that of my peers - I had secretly measured last week, and when erect it was a full twenty-eight centimeters, with an alarmingly large amount of ejaculation.
At dinner, Aunt Liu prepared a table full of sumptuous dishes.
She sat across from me, her low-cut home clothes revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a faintly visible cleavage.
Every time she leaned forward to pick up food, I could see the outline of those full breasts swaying beneath the fabric.
"Yaowen, eat more." Aunt Liu placed a piece of braised pork in my bowl, her fingers inadvertently touching the back of my hand. "You're still growing."
"Th-thank you, Auntie." I stammered my thanks, feeling my face burning. What made me even more embarrassed was that the reaction below was becoming more and more obvious. I had to spread a napkin over my lap to cover it.
Meng Siyu suddenly stared at me: "Brother Lin, your face is so red. Do you have a fever?" She reached out to touch my forehead.
"I'm fine!" I jerked backward, almost falling off the chair. This movement caused the napkin to slip, and as I frantically reached to grab it, I heard Meng Siyu gasp.
"Ah!" Her gaze was fixed directly on my crotch, where an exaggerated tent had already formed.
An awkward silence fell over the dinner table. My face burned fiercely, and I wished I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Siyu, go to the kitchen and help Mom get some soy sauce." Aunt Liu suddenly spoke, her voice surprisingly calm.
After Meng Siyu reluctantly left, Aunt Liu turned to me, understanding in her eyes: "Yaowen, this is a normal physiological reaction. Don't be embarrassed."
Her gaze swept over my lower body with seeming casualness. "Boys your age... they're all like this."
I didn't know what to say and could only nod stiffly. Aunt Liu suddenly lowered her voice: "If you need to... take care of it, the bathroom is at the end of the second floor. Remember to lock the door."
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Was she hinting at something?
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my mind filled with images of Aunt Liu's mature, voluptuous body and Meng Siyu's youthful, energetic figure. My lower body ached with swelling, and I decided to go to the bathroom to take care of it.
I tiptoed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to let the sound of water mask any possible noise.
Leaning against the tile wall, I slowly grasped that giant thing that was already painfully hard.
Just this touch made it rapidly engorge and swell, quickly reaching its astonishing twenty-eight-centimeter length. The thick shaft was covered with bulging veins, and the massive glans was a purplish-red color.
"Mmm..." I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my thumb gently rubbing the urethral opening, which was already seeping transparent pre-cum.
Closing my eyes, images of Aunt Liu's voluptuous body and Meng Siyu's youthful, radiant smile involuntarily appeared in my mind.
My hand movements became faster and faster. I was immersed in a whirlpool of pleasure, completely unaware of the burning gaze from outside the bathroom door crack.
Liu Mengli stood in the shadows of the hallway, her eyes fixed on the scene of the young man masturbating in the bathroom.
Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, and her nipples had already hardened under her nightgown.
When she saw that giant member far exceeding normal size, she unconsciously licked her dry lips.
"My God..." she marveled inwardly. "How can it be so big... even bigger than Junde's..."
In the bathroom, my movements became more and more intense, my waist involuntarily thrusting forward. Pleasure surged like a tide, and I knew I was approaching the critical point.
"Ahh... I'm going to come..."
At that instant, Aunt Liu saw the young man's giant rod violently pulsing, and stream after stream of thick, milky liquid shot out from the urethral opening, drawing arcs through the air before finally landing on the tile wall and floor.
The amount of ejaculation was astonishingly large, at least seven or eight spurts, each with powerful force.
Liu Mengli's legs went weak, and she had to lean against the wall to stay upright.
Her underwear was already soaked through. She had never imagined that watching a young man masturbate would excite her so much.
When the last drop of semen dripped from the young man's still-hard member, she came to her senses as if from a dream and hurriedly retreated to her own bedroom.
I gasped for breath, cleaning up the battlefield with tissues. Although I had finished, my member still maintained a semi-hard state. The recovery ability of this body always surprised even me.
When I left the bathroom, the hallway was pitch black.
I tiptoed back to my room, completely unaware that Aunt Liu's door was slightly ajar, nor did I notice the suspicious water stain on the floor - whether it was water brought out from the bathroom or something else.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the room.
"Yaowen, time to get up!" Aunt Liu's voice came with gentle knocking. "Breakfast is ready."
"Coming right away!" I quickly responded, my voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
After washing up and going downstairs, Aunt Liu and Meng Siyu were already seated at the dining table.
"Why is Brother Lin so slow today?" Meng Siyu asked while biting into a piece of bread, her words unclear.
Aunt Liu wore a light blue home outfit today, with a neckline much higher than usual. Her hair was simply tied into a ponytail, looking much more dignified than last night.
She ladled a bowl of porridge for me, her fingers inadvertently brushing the back of my hand. In that instant, I recoiled as if electrocuted.
"What's wrong?" Aunt Liu looked at me puzzled.
"No-nothing." I kept my head down, wolfing down several spoonfuls of porridge, not daring to look up at her.
On the way to school, Meng Siyu bounced and jumped ahead as usual, occasionally turning back to urge me to walk faster.
Sunlight shone on her youthful face, her ponytail swaying with each step.
Watching her carefree appearance, the guilt in my heart lessened slightly.
"Brother Lin, you're acting strange today?" While waiting for the traffic light, Meng Siyu suddenly came close to me, blinking her big eyes as she asked.
"Am I?" I forced myself to stay calm. "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
"Oh~" She drew out the sound, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes. "You didn't have a nightmare, did you?"
My heart jumped, and I almost choked on my own saliva. Meng Siyu burst into laughter and bounced across the street, leaving me standing alone, my heart pounding like a drum.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Life at Aunt Liu's house was more comfortable than I had imagined.
Aunt Liu was an excellent cook, preparing different delicious foods every day. Although Meng Siyu was quirky and mischievous, her lively and cheerful personality always helped me forget the pressure of studying.
On the surface, we were like a real harmonious family.
However, only I knew that whenever the night grew deep and quiet, those inappropriate thoughts would quietly emerge.
Aunt Liu's mature, voluptuous body and Meng Siyu's youthful, radiant smile would both become objects of my fantasies during masturbation.
And after each release, deep guilt would follow.
That night, I finished my homework as usual and prepared for bed.
Shortly after lying down, I was awakened by the urge to urinate.
Looking at my phone, it was 2:17 AM.
I tiptoed out of my room. The hallway was pitch black, with only the weak light from the night lamp in the bathroom at the end.
After using the toilet, I groggily walked back and suddenly noticed that Aunt Liu's door wasn't closed tight. A sliver of light came from inside, accompanied by strange sounds.
I stopped in my tracks. The sound was faint, like... moaning?
Curiosity overcame reason. I held my breath and quietly approached the door crack. The scene before my eyes left me frozen in place
Aunt Liu was half-leaning against the headboard, her nightgown completely unbuttoned, revealing those proud E-cup breasts.
Her left hand was kneading her own nipple, while her right hand held a pink vibrator, rapidly thrusting it in and out between her wet labia.
What shocked me even more was that she kept calling out my name!
"Yaowen... ah... so big... Auntie wants it so much..."
My brain went blank, my legs rooted to the spot, unable to move. Aunt Liu's movements became faster and faster, the sound of the vibrator entering and exiting her opening particularly clear in the silent night.
"Ah... if it were Yaowen's... that big... how wonderful... ah... I'm going to come..."
Just as Aunt Liu was about to climax, I accidentally bumped the door handle, making a soft click.
Aunt Liu's movements stopped abruptly. She suddenly looked up toward the door, her face still flushed from pre-orgasm.
I was scared out of my wits and turned to run to my room, panicking and knocking over a vase in the hallway.
"Who's there?" Aunt Liu's voice came from the room, tinged with panic.
I rushed back to my room in three quick steps, gently closed the door, didn't even dare turn on the light, and threw myself onto the bed, covering my head with the blanket.
My heart was beating so violently it felt like it would burst through my chest.
Aunt Liu was calling my name while masturbating?
What... what did this mean?
Light footsteps came from outside, and Aunt Liu came to my door. I held my breath, afraid to make the slightest sound. The door handle moved slightly but ultimately wasn't opened.
We stood there separated by a door, each with hearts pounding like thunder.
Aunt Liu stood outside the door, flashes of the past month running through her mind
From the shock of that bathroom encounter night to the subsequent intentional and unintentional physical contact; from deliberately leaning forward to expose her cleavage at the dining table to late-night solo fantasies.
She thought she had hidden it well, never expecting to be exposed in such a way tonight.
Her fingers lightly touched the door handle, then withdrew. Reason told her she should turn and leave, pretending nothing had happened. But the desire surging from deep within her body drove her to want to go further.
Did he see? What would he think? Aunt Liu asked herself, her palms sweating from nervousness.
Memory flashed back to that night outside the bathroom a month ago.
The young man's twenty-eight-centimeter giant member lingered in her mind, much larger and thicker than her husband Meng Junde's.
Throughout this past month, whenever she went through the motions with her husband, she would close her eyes and fantasize that it was Lin Yaowen making love to her.
Aunt Liu's hand returned to the door handle. This time, she gently pressed down.
After that night, Aunt Liu's behavior underwent subtle changes. She no longer deliberately maintained distance as before, but instead began to intentionally create opportunities for various physical contact.
In the morning while making breakfast, she would wear low-cut home clothes and bend over to get things in front of me, letting those E-cup full breasts appear and disappear tantalizingly; while watching TV in the evening, she would accidentally sit very close to me, thigh against thigh; when passing things, her fingers would always linger in my palm for an extra second or two, sliding across like feathers.
Most torturous of all was that she began wearing those almost transparent nightgowns.
One night when I went downstairs for water, I ran into Aunt Liu heating milk in the kitchen.
She wore a light purple silk nightdress that was almost see-through under the kitchen lights, revealing the black lace underwear underneath.
When she saw me, not only did she not cover up, but she turned to face me directly, making those round breasts even more prominent under the thin gauze.
"Is Yaowen thirsty too?" Her voice was soft, but her gaze was smoldering. "Would you like... some milk?"
I stared at the glass of milk in her hand, suddenly associating it with some inappropriate images, immediately becoming parched, only able to nod stiffly.
Aunt Liu laughed softly, and when she handed me the glass, her pinky deliberately brushed against the back of my hand.
"Be careful, it's hot." She said meaningfully, then swayed her curved hips as she went upstairs, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen with a small tent already pitched in my pants.
Such testing continued for nearly two weeks.
Every time I thought Aunt Liu would take further action, she would suddenly revert to being that dignified and virtuous aunt, making me wonder if everything before was just my imagination.