The Story I Had to Tell About My Mature Female Teacher

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I just finished my exams these past few days, so I finally have time to write something. What happened between me and Professor Chen is something I've never had the chance to talk about before, and something I would never normally say in my life. So, I'm using this "Spring Blossoms" platform to finally say it, as a way of giving myself closure.
I don't know if this is appropriate for this section, because this isn't fiction; it's my own completely personal experience.
Professor Chen was my computer principles professor in my undergraduate years. I first met her during my freshman year; I was 19, and she was 40—a difference of 22 years and 4 months.
Professor Chen has a son studying at university in New Zealand. Although she was 39, while her features weren't stunningly beautiful, she looked very kind and approachable, the kind of woman who'd be a good wife and mother. However, Professor Chen does have some strong, independent woman traits; she's very serious and dedicated in class. Perhaps because of her very fair skin, Professor Chen didn't look that old. When I first met her, I thought she was only 34 or 35. It wasn't until four years later that I truly developed a romantic and physical relationship with Professor Chen. I had graduated with my bachelor's degree, successfully entered the graduate program in the same department, and finally had my own studio, just a few meters away from Professor Chen's office. So after starting graduate school, we saw each other almost every day. I was 22 years old that year, and Professor Chen was 44.
Actually, I never had any romantic feelings for Professor Chen. First, she was a teacher, and her son was only one year younger than me. Second, Professor Chen was usually quite serious and decisive, and I had a bit of respect for her. Because our offices were so close, I don't remember when it started, but she often asked me to do things for her. At first, it was running errands, but later she gradually asked me to help her grade undergraduates' assignments and even midterm exams. I felt that whenever I was alone with Professor Chen, she wasn't cold at all like usual; she was very friendly. Sometimes she would even joke with me, asking if I had a girlfriend, what kind of girl I liked, and mentioning that her cousin's daughter was very beautiful and that she would introduce me to her when she went home for the New Year (Professor Chen's hometown is in Shanghai, and her cousin's family also lives in Shanghai). I was quite happy at the time.
Later, one time, I was playing Dota in my studio when Ms. Chen suddenly messaged me on QQ, asking me to come to her office. When I got there, she asked me to help her check why her computer couldn't connect to the internet. I sat down and adjusted the IP address, and Ms. Chen stood behind me watching me fiddle with the computer. Then, she casually pressed her chest against my shoulder, starting gently and gradually increasing the pressure. As a strong 22-year-old, I immediately became aroused. Ms. Chen had one hand on my shoulder, and I instinctively grabbed her hand, but then I realized I shouldn't be so inappropriate, so I quickly let go and said, "Ms. Chen, I changed the IP address, but I still can't connect to the internet. I
don't know what else to do." Ms. Chen said, "Okay, that's fine for now," in a very gentle tone. Then I quickly left her office. I felt very embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it to Ms. Chen.
But ever since that incident, I've often unconsciously fantasized about doing "that" with Ms. Chen, which is actually quite uncomfortable. Many of you may have experienced this: constantly fantasizing about someone you know you can't have, yet feeling incredibly frustrated.
When I saw Professor Chen again, she acted as if nothing had happened and didn't blame me for my rudeness. About two months passed like this. Then, the department needed to work on a project, and Professor Chen was in charge. She was having dinner with the owner of an internet company, and naturally, she asked me to go with her.
That evening, we arrived early at a restaurant near Guijie Street, apparently a five-star establishment—it was my first time in such a high-end place. The dinner started smoothly, but after three rounds of drinks, three of the internet company owners started showing their true colors. One of them, Mr. Li, kept urging Professor Chen to drink and started telling dirty jokes. I noticed his eyes were constantly glancing at Professor Chen's chest. It's true, a mature woman like Professor Chen—full-figured, fair-skinned, and incredibly alluring—I suspect many middle-aged men couldn't resist her. Later, Ms. Chen probably drank about half a kilogram before the drinking party ended. During the party, I wanted to help Ms. Chen fend off other drinks, but the business owners all refused. As a novice, I really didn't know how to handle the situation.
After leaving the hotel, Ms. Chen was quite drunk. At that point, the business owners offered to drive us home, but I was afraid that once I got in the car, I wouldn't be able to control myself, so I firmly said no, and even made up a lie, saying that Ms. Chen's husband was coming over soon. The business owners left reluctantly, leaving just the two of us. I didn't know where to go, so I took a taxi and went back to the school office with Ms. Chen. Since there was a long sofa in my studio, I carried Ms. Chen to the sofa.
As soon as Ms. Chen lay down on the sofa, she sat up as if she was going to vomit. I quickly sat down and held her head to help her vomit, but she couldn't. I suddenly felt very sorry for her, and at that moment, I thought, how wonderful it would be to just hold Ms. Chen like this. Later, I fell asleep sitting there, holding Ms. Chen's head. Ms. Chen also fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I heard Ms. Chen call me. I opened my eyes and saw Ms. Chen sitting next to me. She wanted me to lie down and sleep.
It was the middle of the night, I don't know what time it was. After tossing and turning for most of the night, I don't know where I got the courage, but suddenly I grabbed Ms. Chen and kissed her. My mind was blank. I just thought that if I could get through this night, it would be worth it even if I died. After all, for the past few months, fantasizing about being with Ms. Chen had been incredibly painful.
Unexpectedly, Ms. Chen didn't resist much and started kissing me back, and it became more and more intense. You know, in the middle of the night, passionately kissing the mature teacher I often fantasized about, that feeling is indescribable.
We kissed for a while, and then I lay down on the sofa. Ms. Chen climbed on top of me and continued kissing me. Although she still smelled of alcohol, who cared? Ms. Chen's technique was really good. During the kiss, she would deliberately put her saliva into my mouth, and I kissed her back passionately.
Later, quite naturally, we had sex. I sat on the sofa, and Ms. Chen sat on my lap. She guided me almost the entire time. Although I had little experience, I tried my best to perform well.
The first time was very short, maybe only 5 or 6 minutes, and Ms. Chen didn't give me a chance to pull out at all; I ejaculated inside her all at once. I was very nervous at the time and kept apologizing. Ms. Chen wiped the sweat from my forehead and said, "Silly boy, it's okay, you won't get pregnant." Hearing her say that, I relaxed. I said, "Let me wipe you clean." But Ms. Chen just sat on me, pressing her body very close to mine, without saying a word, and wouldn't let me pull my penis out. She sat like that for a full 10 minutes. Then I felt it again, and I mustered up my courage, so I suddenly picked Ms. Chen up and put her on the sofa, and started thrusting seriously.
This time it lasted much longer. Because we were at school, neither of us dared to make a sound. Ms. Chen tried her best not to moan, but the more she did that, the sexier I felt, and I thrust into her even harder. Sometimes she couldn't help but let out a cry or two, and I felt incredibly pleasurable. That night we did it four times, and then we cuddled together on the sofa and slept.
From the next day onwards, I felt that life suddenly became wonderful. Although Ms. Chen was still as cold as ice when there were other people around, whenever we were alone, she would often suddenly hug me from behind, pressing her breasts against me, sometimes for a long time. We would also secretly kiss in her office.
Once, I was alone in my studio, and Ms. Chen asked me on QQ: "Are you in the room? Is anyone else in the room?" I said: "I'm in the room, just me."
Then Ms. Chen knocked on the door, locked it, suddenly knelt down next to my chair, unzipped my pants, and started giving me oral sex. I was completely stunned. When Professor Chen saw me writing my thesis, she said, "Keep writing, don't worry about me." I had no choice but to stay seated. Professor Chen then knelt down next to me and gave me oral sex. Being sucked by my teacher, such a charming and mature woman, was such a wonderful feeling. I ejaculated very quickly.
Then we kissed for a long time.
Later, during summer vacation, we went to Qingdao together. In this unfamiliar city, we really acted like a couple, holding hands even while walking. Back at the hotel, we made love really wildly. The hotel staff thought we were mother and son and didn't care at all. In Qingdao, it was the first time Ms. Chen and I made love during the day, and it was the first time I saw her body clearly. She was incredibly fair-skinned, and although she was 44, she still had a lot of allure. She had shaved all her pubic hair for me, saying she was afraid I wouldn't like her because she was too old. I hugged her and called her silly.
In Qingdao, she wouldn't let me call her Ms. Chen anymore, saying that was what she called her at school. When we made love, she called me brother, and I didn't know what to call her. We stayed in Qingdao for a week, and every day during the day we would eat delicious food, go swimming at the beach, and also visit the aquarium and Laoshan Mountain. When we got back to the hotel at night, Ms. Chen would wash my clothes, and then after we showered, we would make love while watching TV.
When Ms. Chen did my laundry, I felt she was as gentle and virtuous as a mother, but during sex, I also felt the thrill of conquering her. One night in Qingdao, we made love twice, and we were both exhausted. Suddenly, Ms. Chen hugged me and cried. During that conversation, I learned that her husband was having an affair, and she had been heartbroken for a year. Later, she came to terms with it and said she didn't want to be deceived by her husband for the rest of her life, but she couldn't divorce him for the sake of her children. She said she wanted to be brave and love again. Actually, she was still quite young at heart, perhaps because she had spent so much time in university surrounded by energetic young people.
Seeing Ms. Chen cry, I felt both heartbroken and at a loss, so I hugged her and said I would take good care of her until we were very, very old! Ms. Chen cried even harder, but then suddenly felt very happy and blissful, and she gave me oral sex while crying.
Now I'm about to graduate with my master's degree, and since last year, every weekend, Ms. Chen has driven me to the next city. We eat together, make love, and chat in hotels.
I don't know what the future holds, but I really want to love her well. Saying all this has finally made me feel a little better. Sharing my story with everyone is, at least it's a small contribution to the sex community. [The End]

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