Mary and I

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I masturbated in front of her on the bed using Mary's stockings. She leaned against the wardrobe, legs spread, touching herself. We watched each other, enjoying each other's masturbation. Then I went over and kissed her legs, even putting her feet in my mouth. Mary was shy and called me a pervert, but she watched me with a soft moan. It was so pleasurable. I licked her from her feet down her ankles, calves, thighs... all the way down to her crotch. I rubbed my nose against her genitals. Her panties were spread apart. She was wet. I touched her labia and clitoris through the crotch of the stockings. The semi-transparent fabric was irresistible. And she was wet again. Not touching her directly through the stockings made it even more unbearable for her. After I got Mary to the bed, she eagerly grabbed my penis and sucked on it. The young woman was indeed very skilled, from my testicles to the glans. I still remember trying to hold back, but I felt like I was about to explode at any moment. Mary and I were hugging and kissing like crazy, completely naked. I wouldn't let her take off her stockings; she was wearing them, and I touched her. I personally don't particularly like tearing stockings, so I pulled her pantyhose down to her thighs and draped them over my shoulders. The crotch of the stockings was between her thighs, and she grabbed the half-pulled-off crotch herself while I kissed her feet. She was incredibly wet, so it was easy to penetrate her. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, and with Mary's moans… I said I couldn't hold back and wanted to ejaculate, since I wasn't wearing a condom. I pulled out rather consciously and ejaculated on Mary… Afterwards, we were both a bit exhausted, probably more from long-term sexual frustration and repression. It was mainly psychological. We both craved each other, but it was against ethics. I masturbated and indulged in perverse fantasies, while Mary kept avoiding and suppressing her desires. At the right time and place, it finally happened. Afterwards, there was a period of silence, then we started talking for a while. We both opened up and were completely honest with each other. Mary admitted she had long desired it, but was also afraid and had many concerns. It had already happened, and it felt so exciting. She even said I was so slutty, masturbating with her stockings. And she moaned so sweetly. She asked if I really liked her legs, and I said I liked them very, very much, and that I was a stocking fetishist and had wanted her for a long time. I also confessed to all the lewd things I had done at her house before. Mary was surprised and excited, hugging and kissing me, saying things like "bad boy" and "baby."

She even proactively lay on top of me, kissing my ears, neck, and nipples. I couldn't stand women kissing me like that, so I moaned unrestrainedly… The more I moaned, the more excited she became. From my nipples to my lower abdomen, then she grabbed my penis and greedily sucked on it. Mary teased me while sucking. She asked if my penis was big enough to drive her crazy, and she lewdly said that she loved my penis so much, that she had never sucked on such a big one before, taking big gulps of my glans, licking my testicles and thighs. I asked her if she wanted to eat my butt, and before I could finish, Mary licked my anus with her tongue. I still remember letting out a moan, so lewdly, sigh, I was so shameless. After hearing my excited moan, Mary licked me even more frantically. Then the second time began. Obviously, the second time my penis lasted longer. She climbed on top of me, I touched her back, one hand cupping her genitals, which were flowing with fluid. She put her nipples in my mouth, and I gently bit them, sucking hard.

She became more and more wanton. I especially like having sex with mature women because they are indeed very wanton and eager to take the initiative. As for her wanting to fuck you, before I could even say anything, Mary took my penis and put it into her vagina, sitting down all the way down, followed by a long moan. I think you've all experienced that sound of satisfaction. I asked her if she wanted to use a condom, and she said she didn't like using condoms, saying it was her safe period and she would ejaculate inside if she really wanted to. Then Mary was on top, riding me the whole time. At first, it was thrusting, then my penis rubbed and twisted inside her. I would occasionally thrust harder. I could clearly feel it hitting her cervix. With each thrust, Mary would scream, burying my head in her breasts. Mary, in the top position, quickly orgasmed. She was trembling, clinging to me very tightly. I remember it clearly now, watching her so intensely hot. She closed her eyes, screaming loudly—a really loud scream, so stimulating… After she orgasmed, I hadn't reached my climax yet, so I pressed her down and started fucking her. At first, I was a little gentler, but as she slowly recovered from her orgasm, I thrust all the way in with each stroke, fucking her hard. Mary quickly got back into the mood. Then I had her lie on her stomach, and I came from behind. Doggy style is one of my favorite positions (most guys probably are too). My penis is big enough that fucking a woman from behind will make even the most ladylike woman moan wantonly. When I was fucking her from behind, I was almost there myself. So I thrust all the way in with each stroke. Mary was going crazy, moaning incessantly. I could only increase the frequency and force until I ejaculated inside her… I lay on top of her, and she was kneeling there, exhausted, her buttocks raised. My penis was still inside her, and I climbed on top of her from behind. We were both panting like that, like we had run a 10,000-meter race, but there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction. To be honest, that was the most satisfying thing I had done in a while. Mary was even more ecstatic, hugging me and kissing me deeply, both affectionately and shyly… (3 parts complete) PS: Actually, writing this far, my story with Mary is basically over. This year during Chinese New Year, I met Mary again as I wished, but there weren't any very explicit scenes, just very real moments. I will finish in the fourth part. If you all like it… Final Chapter:

Mary came as expected this time. Compared to the anxiety and nervousness I felt before, perhaps because I had talked about the past, I was much more relaxed when I actually faced her. On New Year's Eve, Mary, her family of three came to Grandpa's house and stayed. I was in the same city and went to my grandfather's house, so I didn't spend much time with Mary and her family. Plus, many other relatives were also visiting. Our interactions felt like long-lost ex-boyfriends and girlfriends meeting again – shy and awkward, but we got along well, as if nothing had happened.

However, my feelings were complex, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. No matter how much I boasted beforehand, it's hard not to consider things when actually facing someone. Just like even the best student feels anxious before a big exam, or the most talented singer gets nervous before a competition. I didn't actually talk to Mary until New Year's Day. That day, I went to their place and we had our first deep conversation in years. It started with small talk and greetings. We didn't want to bring up some sensitive topics, but there was an unavoidable flutter of anticipation, like a reunion with an ex. Various images flashed through my mind – in short, an unspoken impulse.

Since many things are difficult to say face-to-face, some indirect means are needed. With the advancement of technology, WeChat became a convenient tool for communication between Mary and me. Initially, she was reluctant, perhaps considering work requirements and fearing it might involve private matters. Later, Mary added me using a secondary account, saying it felt safer and more reassuring that way. I, of course, also used the more private WeChat account. It seemed we had become each other's idealized fantasy, and facing reality became an obstacle. Just like in the beginning, when it happened, we were both in a hazy, dreamlike state. Rather than incest, it's more accurate to describe it as treating each other as the perfect sexual partner in our fantasies. Interestingly, although we added each other on WeChat that day, neither Mary nor I initiated a conversation. I was always hesitant about how to start. It was Mary who took the initiative to ask about our recent lives. We talked about not seeing each other for years, but it was all like an elder's concern, with absolutely no mention of sex. It was the same rhythm as my previous interactions with her. Even though I thought I was skilled at seduction and understanding women's hearts, I was still a novice with Mary. I had to wait for her to give hints before I dared to start flirting. It was a pattern of being dominated and controlled by her. Sometimes I felt that Mary and I had both awakened our submissive potential.

Speaking of 5m, I've always felt that true 5m is a two-way street. Those who enjoy masochism also crave the pleasure of experiencing it, and those who enjoy being masochistic also crave the pleasure of dominating from their partner. Presumably, 5m seems to be a secondary taboo in ethically questionable sexual relationships. Of course, this is just a side note; Mary and I have never done 5m, at most we've had some psychological masochistic interactions.

That night, after drinking a bit, I got home and found a casual message from Mary. I took the initiative to start a conversation. I shamelessly sent a picture of my penis. Mary didn't reply for a few seconds, and I thought she was angry. Then, a while later, she sent a selfie in black stockings. Once the conversation started, we talked about sex in recent years. She told me that since we had sex, she'd developed a liking for masturbation. As she got older, work and family pressures increased, and she found masturbation a great way to relieve stress, even increasing the frequency over the years, almost daily. I continued my shameless teasing. She said my penis felt bigger than before, and sometimes the thought of it excited her. She told me some secrets she didn't know, including having dated boys around my age but not experiencing the same thrill, and how she sometimes went all out, inserting a stun gun inside her for a whole day, or voluntarily going to crowded subways or buses to let strangers rub against her body, like the masochistic practices I'd done with her before. Mary said it wasn't convenient to masturbate here, and that she was already quite lazy, but her daughter slept next to her. We didn't push the boundaries too much, nor did we bring up requests to do it again. We just chatted casually for a bit. Luckily, that day brought up the topic.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, I went to see Mary again and insisted on staying there. My relatives were welcoming, and since some families had already left, making room for me wasn't difficult. That day, Mary and I watched TV and chatted with everyone in the living room, but subtly, we were texting each other privately. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful, but inside, things were turbulent. The texts contained explicit content, and Mary even glared at me. I used all sorts of inappropriate language, like praising her figure and suggesting how to sit, and she actually enjoyed this kind of remote-controlled, secret flattery. Mary definitely enjoys being a slut, an obedient submissive, enjoying having her mature desires aroused by a younger person like me.

Secretly flirting under the noses of many people is a very exciting game. The more repressed something is, the more one longs for release; the more restrained something is, the more one longs for a breakthrough. Under my teasing, Mary actually showed a hint of spring-like allure on her face. When a woman is excited, even if she pretends to be cold, her mouth and eyes don't lie. Her eyes were alluring, her lips unopened—that's probably the state. If you're lucky enough to see a woman's cheeks flushed, congratulations, she's probably already wet down there.

Mary and I didn't have any more physical intimacy. First, there were too many family members, so we didn't have time or space to be alone. Second, she brought her daughter, and having her child around naturally smothered her maternal instincts. That day, when no one was around, I pulled Mary close and tried to kiss her, but she kept struggling, feigning resistance. But holding her, I was already aroused. She shyly accepted my kiss, but didn't reciprocate. Sensing that my family was coming, we let go. I took her hand and guided it to my genitals. She didn't move, just letting me touch them. I said I wanted to do it again, but Mary refused, saying there was no opportunity or chance, and that if I really wanted to, she could just use her hand later. So I stayed there until after dinner. During a break from watching TV, Mary and I were inside, kissing. Our families were all outside, and we were both very nervous. It was after the elders and children were asleep, and the men were all drunk, that I went to the bathroom. I went in, hugged her, locked the bathroom door, and pulled out my penis in front of her. Mary was nervous and told me to put it away, but she held on tightly. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her, my hand reaching down to her genitals. She told me to be quiet, and when she was about to moan, she pushed me away, saying she'd help me finish and told me not to go too far. First, I played with it with my hand, then I held her head down, and Mary obediently knelt down and gave me oral sex… details omitted… until she ejaculated. After we finished, we regained our senses. We went back to the living room and sat facing each other on the sofa, talking. Even after the passion subsided, we were still very affectionate. I didn't stay overnight, even though they had reserved a place for me to sleep. I went home late that night and didn't text Mary. They both seemed relieved, as if a burden had been lifted from their shoulders, both psychologically and physically. Even though I'd been given oral sex, my desire still swelled back home.

Mary and I didn't have sex this time; after that night, there wasn't a suitable opportunity. They went back home after only a few days. I'd thought this meeting would hold many possibilities, but in reality, nothing seemed to go as planned. I didn't even see them off on their last day. The good thing is that I had a relatively private connection with Mary; who knows what the future holds? I won't be broadcasting or updating anymore. Compared to the previous flashbacks, this is a much fresher tone. I'm a pure-hearted bad boy.

[The End]

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