Mature woman and boy

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As I watched the boy in the video chat, I felt a little awkward at first, trying to look away, especially at his upper body.

I noticed he was a very muscular boy, with well-developed muscles. This was different from my husband. My

husband has an average build and isn't actually my ideal man. My ideal man was a physical education teacher from high school; I had a crush on him for a long time but never dared to confess. Of course, that unrequited love faded away with my teenage years.

Suddenly, this boy reminded me of my high school coach's physique—those thick muscles, that bronze skin—and it made my heart flutter.

"Do you like sports?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like swimming and basketball!"

Then I watched the video as he started to take off his black underwear, revealing a disproportionately large penis.

It was indeed huge! I thought.

The boy started masturbating, focusing the video feed on his dark, muscular penis, and of course, his flat, firm abdominal muscles. The glans, flushed with youthful desire, swelled slowly under the hand's rubbing, like a sponge absorbing water.

Instantly, I felt a surge of excitement that made me dizzy.

The boy waved to me via video while masturbating.

I began to react. First, I felt a dampness in my underwear, then a slight itching sensation inside my vagina.

I realized I was aroused by his physical allure. This was an experience I had never had before.

Watching the boy's caresses, I entered a state of psychological excitement. His glans was incredibly thick, like a mushroom head. I even began to fantasize about how his body, if inserted into any woman's vagina, would bring her insane pleasure.

I unconsciously began to caress my breasts, always my erogenous zone. Touching them sent a jolt of electric stimulation through my heart. I began to pant, my chest heaving like ocean waves.

I became excited—an inner excitement. For women, psychological excitement is more lasting and intense than physical sensation.

"This isn't exciting enough..." the boy typed.

I took my hand off my chest, my breath still ragged.

"Do you have a webcam?" he said. "Put on a microphone, let's have some virtual sex."

I opened a drawer and took out a webcam, the kind used for video conferencing. I never imagined it would come in handy in such a chaotic moment.

I hesitated, because this seemed to contradict my original research goals. I didn't want to be like a female PhD student who went into the adult entertainment industry to conduct "fieldwork" on pornography. After all, I majored in "psychology," not social work; there was no need to "test the law."

However, another voice seemed to be urging me on. I wasn't entirely sure what the motivation was, but I subconsciously put on the webcam and stared blankly at the video feed.

"All set up?" the boy asked.

"All done," I typed. I tacitly approved of the strange behavior that was about to unfold between us.

"Open it!"

I pressed the invite button, and my screen immediately appeared. I saw myself, and I was startled. I immediately turned the camera away to look at the dressing table in the room.

"Oh, I see your room, it's the dressing table!"

"Yeah."

"You can adjust it back, I want to see you."

I slowly turned the camera back to my position, the image blurry and shaky, finally landing on my chest.

"Such beautiful breasts."

I was wearing a low-cut nightgown, without a bra, and I found my cleavage very clearly visible in the screen, seemingly both strange and familiar.

I could almost feel the boy's excitement because he typed:
"I really want you to take it off right now."

I didn't do that, but the image on the screen excited me—on one side was a man's naked body without any covering, and on the other side was my body in a low-cut nightgown. These two images created a very magical midnight seduction, very much like a scene often seen in adult films, yet so real. In fact, I didn't even know where he lived.

"Can you take it off, sis?"

I hesitated for several seconds, then took off my low-cut nightgown, revealing my upper body.

"Great! Beautiful," the boy typed. "So pretty."

I looked at myself on the video screen. Under the milky white light, the screen reflected a fair woman's body—it was me. My prominent, rounded breasts formed a deep cleavage on my chest. Suddenly, I felt that my body was something to be proud of.

The boy didn't type, but on the screen, he started to kiss me with his tongue.

"Don't do that," I typed, refusing his actions.

He obediently withdrew his tongue and then typed:
"Put on your headphones, let's talk."

I didn't put on headphones, but simply turned on the speakerphone connected to the computer and turned the volume down to the lowest setting.

"Can you hear me?" the boy's voice came through the speakerphone.

"Yes," I typed back.

"Can I talk, sis?" the boy spoke again.

Hearing him call so naturally, my guard suddenly dropped by half.

I turned on the microphone.

"Answer me," he said.

"Hmm." I responded slightly.

"Can you speak louder?"

"How loud?" I asked back.

"This is good." The boy said, "The volume is just right."

"Take off your panties too. I want to see your whole body." The boy said.

I stood up and removed the last piece of clothing from my body. My complete female body was exposed.

"Wow, I'm hard just looking at you, sis... oh..." The boy began to pant, his voice trembling with excitement. On the screen, he was rapidly rubbing his own penis.

"Lie down, sis..."

I gently lay down, supporting my head with my hand. The video quickly showed a woman lying on the bed. Although it was a side view, I was facing the camera, so my breasts, navel, and even the pubic hair between my thighs were fully displayed on the screen.

"So beautiful," the boy exclaimed, "I really want you."

Heaven knows my face was already flushed, but the excitement had not subsided at all.

"You masturbate in front of me," the boy said. "Let's do it together."

I lay down, gently stroking my breasts, glancing at the screen sideways. The boy's face remained fixed on me, his engorged penis seemingly even more grotesque than yesterday.

I liked to lightly touch my nipples; it was a very private action. I was with myself.

"Oh, little brother wants to fuck his sister! I really want to fuck my sister!" The boy seemed increasingly excited. "Sister! How about I fuck you with my dick?"

I didn't answer, but just started stroking my breasts. The room at midnight seemed to echo with the boy's panting.

Because of this, I slowly entered a erotic state.

I spread my legs wildly, moved my position, and faced my genitals towards the webcam. I slowly caressed my genitals.

"Great, sister, I want to fuck you! Fuck!" the boy shouted, while vigorously and quickly rubbing his body.

I watched the video and began to fantasize about the boy coming towards me with his hard, erect penis, squeezing into the part of me that I rarely used. Thinking about it, my genitals seemed to feel an invisible force penetrating them.

Through my imagination, I let that strange boy enter my body.

The room was filled with the boy's moans, his cries bordering on arousal. It made me imagine the boy's actual sexual emotions during sex; at that age, most boys are like that, unaware of any foreplay or caresses, only knowing how to thrust and pound.

Strangely, I seemed to enjoy this feeling quite a bit. The difference between the boy and my husband was that pure passion.

If that was the case, I had no reason to resist.

I began to drift into a fantasy of actual sex, feeling as if the boy was right there on my body, entering me with his ravenously thirsty male form, and we were having intercourse. And I, in turn, offered my most intimate parts, accepting the boy.

"Ah…" I hissed softly, a sensation of pleasure from being violated and penetrated by the boy. In reality, it was just the pleasure from my fingers caressing my clitoris. An electric-like pleasure surged from my genitals, through my abdomen, and rapidly up to my heart.

I inserted my middle finger deep into my own flesh. I had done this a few times in high school, but then, overwhelmed by guilt, I gave up. However, that night, I seemed to have regained my youth. Perhaps it was because of my physical maturity, but the feeling was stronger and more exciting than before.

So this place is for men to enter!

I felt the stimulation of my clitoris and the intense pleasure from stroking my vagina. I let out a soft moan.

"Sis! That's amazing! I love you!" the boy said wildly, "Fuck you, I want to fuck you, fuck my sis!"

"Oh..." Under the boy's words, my vagina contracted, a powerful pleasure that felt like a sweet fruit to me.

"Sis! Let's do it together? I really can't take it anymore, I want to cum inside... inside you..."

Hearing this, I became even more excited. In fact, I didn't know why I felt this way. It seemed that under the boy's aphrodisiac words, I was having an unprecedented dialogue with my own body—a dialogue that was both private and without any guilt. I was surprised at how different my thoughts were from before.

My body continued to feel the stimulation from my own caresses and the boy's provocative words—a kind of sexual pleasure. I've never been particularly sensitive to sex, but at this moment, I found that every hair on my body seemed to stand on end from the pleasure within me; that's what's commonly known as "goosebumps."

The pleasure never stopped; the boy kept talking and shouting. I wasn't really paying attention, but just a man's voice in my ear, combined with my own caresses, seemed enough for me to enjoy.

"Ah…" When the first orgasm came, I had to use a lot of effort to suppress it so I wouldn't scream.

But the rush of pleasure to my head gave me intense dizziness, confusion, and excitement. Then, I heard the boy shout, "Sis, I'm coming! I'm giving it all to you! Oh! Here you go!"

In my mind, I saw this image: that surging male heat, rushing quickly and unimpeded, deep into my body, into my uterus, the reproductive penis mercilessly releasing millions of sperm into my body.

Accompanying these words, I experienced another orgasm. The two orgasms surged within me, and I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a moan: "Oh! Ah…" I cried out, my brow furrowed, but it was actually a sound full of excitement and satisfaction. It lasted for a long, long time… …
Riding on this alternating pleasure, I was led to a world I had never experienced before.

"Sis is amazing, I love it! Let's go out for coffee and have a real one?" he typed.

I didn't reply. To masturbate to orgasm while doing research was truly a shameful thing.

I didn't even reply before shutting down the computer and taking a shower.

The scene of masturbating in bed was still vividly etched in my mind, except now, in my mind, there seemed to be a naked man on the bed, intimately making obscene movements on my body. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel my ears burning. Could it be that I was sexually unsatisfied?

This had to stop—reason told me that at the very least, I shouldn't use that boy with the account name '18cm' as a research subject, because I had already made him the object of my sexual fantasies! If I did it, I would never want to think about this research again.

The next day, my husband returned from Europe. I acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, nothing had happened; it was all just something that happened in my mind. There was no man, no real sex, only my orgasm after masturbating.

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