In this way, no one urged her to get married, and no one introduced her to a partner. She said with a smile that she finally had peace and quiet and no longer suffered from strange looks from others for being unmarried at an old age.
Ubaya said with a smile that her daughter was a gift from God...
But Abigail felt very guilty and had a ntal illness. In her opinion, it was because of her that her aunt could not marry, have children, and live a normal life like normal people.
Her mother's willful madness made her a burden to her aunt and beca the source of her abnormal life.
Until one day, Ubaya's college student got married, and she took Abigail to that city to attend the wedding.
During the wedding, seeing the beautiful bride, Ubaya cried the whole ti. Abigail initially thought that she was happy for her student and was moved by the wedding.
Or maybe her aunt also regretted not having gotten married or had a wedding, which made her feel even more guilty.
As a result, the next day, the bride changed into casual clothes and ca to the hotel. After playing all day, she asked the groom to go back by himself at night because she wanted to relive the mories with her best friend.
The groom smiled and agreed to go back. Abigail was tired from playing during the day, so she took a bath and went to bed early.
They booked a twin room. Abigail lay there in a daze when she heard the conversation over there, from the beginning of campus life to the gradually eerie silence, and then a sentence made her lose all sleepiness.
"Your daughter is asleep, it's okay!"
"Baby, I'm sorry. I was the one who abandoned you and made you sad for so long, but I couldn't do anything about it for the sake of the child."
"I understand. You treat her as your own daughter. This is your responsibility. I have never blad you."
"I'm not getting married to get revenge on you. My parents are conservative and I can't possibly go against their wishes."
The more Abigail listened, the more sothing seed wrong. She quietly turned around and moved closer in the darkness. She was no longer sleepy at this point and instinctively wanted to take a peek to see what was going on.
Under the dim light, two won were seen hugging each other, caressing each other's bodies while talking.
"Is he nice to you?"
"She's pretty good, very gentle and honest. My dad said she's the right person to live with. Besides, I'm their only daughter, and they're counting on to have a grandchild."
Faintly, Abigail saw her aunt Ubaya turn over and kiss the bride on the mouth, then began to take off her bra, asking excitedly: "You had sex with him, right?"
"I did it…"
The bride said this shyly, puffing out her chest and raising her buttocks, allowing Ubaya to easily strip her down to a naked lamb.
"My breasts have beco bigger because of him. Hehe, then tell how it feels to have sex with a man..."
Ubaya's breathing beca rapid, and her words turned obscene.
To Abigail, such an aunt was so unfamiliar. In her heart, Ubaya was a gentle mother—dignified, intellectual, and elegant.
She was the tenderness that gave Abigail maternal love, a friend with whom she could talk about anything. She was the most important person in her life.
Abigail stared as the two won suppressed their moans and began to French kiss. Through the gaps in the light, she could even see how passionately their lips and tongues entangled.
The bride also took off Ubaya's clothes. They kissed each other naked and began touching each other's breasts and genitals, their breathing gradually growing rapid.
"Ubaya, you're so sensitive. How long has it been since you last did it?"
After a while, Abigail saw the bride spread her aunt's legs, bend down to lick her vagina, and reach up to tease her breasts and nipples.
Ubaya bit her pillow to stifle a scream, humming incoherently: "I haven't done it since I broke up with you... I don't have much interest, just masturbating occasionally..."
The first ti Abigail ca into contact with the world of sex, it was so explosive and erotic!
The oral sex and intimate caresses were between two won. She then realized her aunt was a lesbian, and her so-called marriage with her father was a fraud.
As their passion deepened, the two won started playing 69. The muffled moans and entangled bodies made Abigail, who was just beginning to develop, feel her panties dampen.
Curiosity overwheld her, and she even imagined how pleasurable it must feel.
After finishing her story, Abigail was out of breath and said softly, "At that ti, my guilt was slightly better."
She looked at Ryan, her eyes misty, and giggled:
"I am a slut, I guess. That was my first ti masturbating. It was like I was possessed by so mysterious force."
She never expected her sexual awakening would be so taboo—watching her mother-like aunt have sex with another woman, her first climax unfolding under such circumstances.
Ryan was so excited his blood boiled. He quickly took a sip of ice beer and asked, "Then why did you and her..."
Abigail looked dazed and said, "Because I finally understood what my mother was thinking..."
Two beautiful bodies entwined, reaching climax together before embracing, kissing, and whispering sweet nothings while caring for each other.
"Ubaya, what are your plans for the future? If you want a divorce, you should also think about yourself."
"My parents don't care about anymore, and I don't have many plans. I can divorce as long as Yasmin is by my side and I can raise her."
"She is my sister's child, but also my own. I don't want anything else—just for her to be safe, healthy, and happy. That's enough."
As Ubaya murmured these words, the young Abigail was already staring at her aunt's alluring body in a daze, biting the quilt as she experienced her first climax.
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