By the time the sky was getting dark, Shen Lijuan had returned from the village office. Cracking sunflower seeds, she stared toward the village entrance, feeling inexplicably restless.
That damn kid had been in town for days. She hadn't noticed before, but his absence left a hole in her chest. Days were fine—there were people to chat with at the office—but nights were lonely, not a soul to talk to.
Back when she hadn't tasted his big rod, she could shrug it off. But now? Two nights in a row, she'd worn out two fat cucumbers, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, still unsatisfied.
"Little bastard, when you get back, I'll teach you a lesson!" *Crunch, crunch.* She chomped the seeds to bits.
"How are you gonna teach me, aunt?" Long Gen popped out of nowhere.
"Ah!" Shen Lijuan jumped, seeds spilling to the ground. Her chest heaved, her massive tits nearly bursting out, her face paling.
"You little shit, don't you know sneaking up like that can kill someone? Damn near scared me to death!" Still rattled, she clutched her chest.
Her towering snowy peaks jiggled under the dim light, a glimpse of creamy skin peeking through her neckline. Long Gen grinned, reaching out to grab them.
*Slap!*
"Get lost! You actually came back, huh?" Shen Lijuan glared, her voice dripping with jealous sarcasm.
Now a village official with years of small business under her belt, Shen Lijuan was sharp as a tack. That little bastard went to town for Xiao Fang and He Jingwen, didn't he? Fucking them for days, leaving her alone in the house! *Hmph!*
"Heh, aunt, why are you mad?" Long Gen's eyes glinted, wrapping an arm around her, kneading the soft flesh at her waist. "I'm back now, ain't I? Don't worry, Little Long's here. Tonight, I'll fuck you good till you're satisfied. All night if you want."
"Pfft! Who's fucking you?" Shen Lijuan rolled her eyes, her face flushing with heat. *Goddamn, why'm I getting so slutty, talking like this with my nephew? Pfft!*
Her body softened, his hand sliding to her chest, grabbing a handful. Her strength melted, her body warming, thighs clenching instinctively.
"Mmm…" Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping, eyes hazy with lust.
Long Gen suddenly let go. "Aunt, start boiling water. I'm gonna grab a big turtle from the river. Eat that, and I'll fuck you with extra stamina tonight!"
Before she could respond, he was gone.
Shen Lijuan stomped her foot, biting her lip, thighs squeezed tight as she shuffled to the kitchen, banging pots and pans.
As dusk deepened, Long Gen avoided the main path. His crotch was too damn conspicuous—village women with their nosy noses would know he was around. So, he took the back trails, snagging a fat turtle and heading home.
Despite her grumbling, Shen Lijuan was secretly thrilled. She busied herself cooking the turtle, the aroma soon filling the house. Two dishes and a soup, all Long Gen's favorites.
Closing the shop, they sat to eat. By the time Shen Lijuan joined, Long Gen had scarfed a bowl of rice and slurped two bowls of turtle soup. Grinning wickedly, he slipped a hand into his crotch, stroking his huge rod, hard as a hammer, mimicking that sleazy guy groping Chen Ke at the restaurant.
He lifted her skirt, his hand gliding over her smooth thighs, soft as tofu, sliding to her inner thighs, fingers finding her peach garden's entrance, rubbing along the slit.
"Mmm… ugh… Little Long, we're eating!" Shen Lijuan frowned, clamping her thighs as a hot gush soaked her. Her fair face flushed, lips bitten, eyes blooming with desire.
As the saying goes, "Women at thirty are wolves, at forty, tigers." Shen Lijuan wasn't quite thirty, but after nearly three years widowed, untouched by a man, Long Gen's big rod had shown her what being a woman meant—what real sexual bliss was.
While he was in town, her pussy itched like ants were crawling over it, practically calloused from need. Now that he was back, how could she resist?
"No big deal, aunt. You eat, I'll just play." Long Gen shrugged, his magic hands at work. His thumb pressed in, parting her thick lips, rubbing up and down, then pressing hard.
"Ah… mmm!" Shen Lijuan's nerves jolted, her clenched thighs trembling. She slumped onto the table, legs twisting, helpless against the hand at her core.
His steady, teasing strokes drew gush after gush of heat. A finger slipped inside, thrusting, splashing with wet sounds.
"Mmm, ugh, Little Long, stop… ohh…" Long Gen smirked, pulling something from his pocket.
About finger-sized, shaped like a date pit with a long cord. Yang Ting, that slut, said it was the latest electric boyfriend. Small but mighty, its vibrations could make any woman flood and beg for mercy.
"Heh, good stuff. Let's try it on aunt first."
Pinching the toy, he pushed it into her slit and flipped the switch.
"Ah… ahh… no, no, stop!" Shen Lijuan's eyes bulged, screaming like a madwoman. Her thighs clamped, reaching to pull it out, but the vibrations surged.
Her brain felt struck by lightning, her body tingling, trembling. Moaning, her body shook, lips bleeding from biting.
"Ahh… no, stop… ugh…" Sobbing, the sensation was unbearable—itching, electric jolts sparking her nerves, a hot flood bursting out. She collapsed, spasming.
"Heh, aunt, look at this flood—like a damn roof leak in a storm. Like my gift?" Long Gen chuckled, pulling his hand out, fingers drenched and sticky with heat.
Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed, flipped her skirt, yanked her panties aside, and slammed his black cock into her peach garden.
"Ahh…" Shen Lijuan wailed, sweat beading on her forehead.
Her tight hole was stuffed full, the overwhelming fullness rushing to her brain, clouding her mind.
*Slap, slap, slap.*
Gripping her plump, pale ass cheeks, his cock thrust in and out, slamming so hard her ass jiggled off-center, echoing with loud smacks.
The room filled with springtime heat, turtle soup steaming on the table.
After a solid forty minutes, Long Gen finally came, wiping his hand. The soup was still warm—he chugged a few more sips.
Turtles were potent stuff. One could keep him going two nights straight, his cock hard as an old blacksmith's sword. He'd fucked plenty in town—He Jingwen even took him for bull penis and pig whip wine, but nothing beat this natural stamina.
Shen Lijuan lay there for twenty minutes before recovering. Naked, she felt no shame—after so many rounds with this kid, modesty was pointless. The door was locked anyway. Bare-assed, her snowy peaks trembling, she sat and shoveled rice.
Getting fucked on the bed looked fun—pounding away, screaming her lungs out—but only she knew the toll. A normal guy lasted ten, maybe twenty minutes. This bastard? Forty minutes minimum. Without a strong body, she'd break.
Seeing his cock hardening again, she shivered, scarfing more rice and chugging turtle soup. Useful or not, she needed fuel for the bed.
"Aunt, got something to say." He toyed with her big tits, talking casually.
Blushing, Shen Lijuan glared. "Can't you let your aunt rest? All you think about is fucking me, huh?"
"Nah, serious talk. I'm thinking of digging a pond to raise turtles. I need some land. Can you help? I've got my eye on Chen Tianming's ten acres of cornfield by the river."
Fondling tits while discussing business—multitasking. Shen Lijuan was stunned.
"What? Raise turtles? You're the damn turtle!"
"Digging a pond costs a fortune. You thought about that? And Chen Tianming? You know he hates our guts—wants to eat us alive. No way he'll agree. Forget it. Stick to the shop. Why do you need all that money?" She shook her head, unconvinced.
"Ow! Little bastard, why are you pinching so hard? That hurts!" Her nipple stung.
"Who told you to shoot down my turtle plan?" Long Gen glared, pulling her toward the bed. "Come on, we're fucking till you agree!"
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