Temptation of the mature woman Zhao Min

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Suppressing his nervousness and excitement, Su Wan moved a sofa stool and sat down at Zhao Min's feet.

"Aunt Zhao, let me start massaging you."

"Okay," Zhao Min replied lightly. She adjusted herself onto the sofa to a more comfortable position, raised her arm to rest her head under her forearm, turned her face to the side, and pressed her legs together, ready to enjoy the young man's attentiveness. However, unexpectedly, as she raised her arm, her dress was pulled up, the hem of the skirt reaching the hem of her lace stockings mid-thigh.
Her private parts were right in front of him, the lace stockings seeming to tickle his heart. A jade-like leg was right in front of him, partially encased in stockings. Looking down, he saw a woman's foot, rarely seen before. The slightly darker color of the stocking toe made her small and cute toes even more alluring, and the stitching at the toe perfectly concealed the edge, making Zhao Min's foot appear small and delicate. Su Wan's penis was already hard, creating a tent in his shorts. He quickly squeezed his legs together, pulled out one hand, and tucked his penis inside his thigh to avoid embarrassment while also enjoying the stimulation from the squeezing of his thighs. Su Wan lifted the instep of his left foot with one hand and pinched the sole with the other, staring at the sole of his foot, still wet from the slippers, smelling the unique scent of it. He really wanted to press his face against his foot, smell it with his nose, and lick it with his tongue.

Su Wan gently massaged it with his thumb, trying to make sure all five fingers were in contact with the stocking. Even if one finger was applying pressure, the others would gently assist. It was more like a caress than a massage. Su Wan tried to slow down the pace so that Zhao Min wouldn't find his movements strange. Zhao Min felt a tingling sensation from the sole of her foot to her scalp. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Aunt Zhao, is the pressure okay?" Su Wan asked, blushing.

"Hmm, okay, a little pressure won't hurt." Zhao Min closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure emanating from the soles of her feet. Although it wasn't as thorough as a professional foot massage, it was better than nothing, and even a casual massage was relaxing.

Hearing Zhao Min say this, Su Wan became even more energetic. The mature woman's silk-clad feet he had always dreamed of were right in front of him. He increased the pressure, massaging and kneading with relish. After a while, sweat soaked through his cotton t-shirt, and Su Wan boldly opened his legs, letting his hard penis stand erect between them.

Waves of comfortable sensations gradually made Zhao Min lower her guard against this eccentric boy. Drowsiness washed over her, and her body slowly relaxed. As her muscles were no longer tense, her legs and feet, which had been together, parted to the sides, revealing a dark path leading to her vulva. Although it was not visible, it was enough to spark the imagination.

Su Wan swallowed and asked, "Aunt Zhao, can you massage my calves too?"

Zhao Min didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly. Now, drowsiness was overwhelming, and she was already sleepy.

Su Wan grabbed her ankle and gently pressed upwards with his thumb from the Achilles tendon, keeping the pace as slow as possible. When he reached the middle of her calf, Su Wan slowly stood up, bending over so his face was directly facing Zhao Min's buttocks. He saw that Zhao Min's breathing was even; she seemed to be asleep. Su Wan stared intently at Zhao Min's buttocks, wondering what the beautiful and dignified Aunt Zhao was wearing today. Would she still be wearing that navy blue lace panties? Lost in thought, Su Wan forgot to control the pressure, causing Zhao Min to gasp and reflexively lift her right leg, her foot brushing against Su Wan's glans.

Startled, Su Wan quickly sat down and asked, "Aunt Zhao...are you alright?"

Zhao Min didn't answer, only seeming to hum softly, her breath gradually calming and becoming even. She was completely unaware of her actions.

Just as Zhao Min kicked her leg back and lowered it, her legs parted at a 30-degree angle, and her skirt slipped down to her heels, revealing a small section of flesh. Su Wan was both nervous and excited, his heart pounding in his chest. Squatting on the ground, facing the sunlight from the balcony, Su Wan could already see Zhao Min's underwear. Why was Aunt Zhao's crotch wet? Had she peed? And what were those faint pubic hairs around the crotch of her underwear? Or the folds of skin at the base of her thighs?

Su Wan moved to Zhao Min's buttocks, kneeling on the floor. His left hand was both pressing and caressing Zhao Min's calves, while his right hand pulled his penis diagonally out of his trouser leg, gripping it tightly and stroking it back and forth. He then pressed his face against Zhao Min's buttocks and smelled it. Through her dress, a warm, faint fragrance carrying her body odor wafted into Su Wan's nose. At this moment, Su Wan felt his penis was about to burst from his grip. Seeing that Zhao Min seemed to be fast asleep, he gently lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her buttocks covered by pink cotton underwear. Su Wan immediately felt his mouth go dry, and as his heart raced, a surge of lust seemed about to erupt in his chest. He stuffed the hem of the skirt into his mouth and bit down hard, keeping it suspended in mid-air so as not to touch Zhao Min and wake her. With all his might, Su Wan released his desire to fuck Zhao Min through his teeth onto the hem of her dress, as if he were biting Zhao Min's breasts, buttocks, and vagina.

Su Wan released his mouth, and the wrinkled, drool-covered skirt fell to Zhao Min's waist. He stood up while stroking his penis, arching his back like a cat and greedily sniffing the area between her buttocks. The body odor stimulated his penis, making it even harder and thicker. Su Wan couldn't help but stick out his tongue and gently sweep it over the wet stains on her underwear, suppressing his desire, while his hand frantically stroked his penis. Ah... Su Wan closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, and a thick pool of semen shot onto Zhao Min's stockings and lace heels.

Some of the semen was absorbed by the lace at the heel of the stockings, with the remainder dripping down. Zhao Min, fast asleep, rolled over, her legs spread wide in a V-shape, face up. The wet stains on her crotch and a few stray pubic hairs were clearly visible. One leg was bent at the knee, while the other, covered in semen, was stretched straight, leaving the remaining semen stuck to the sofa. Su Wan was both satisfied and nervous; his penis, briefly limp after ejaculating, stirred slightly again.

He took out his phone and took pictures of Zhao Min's genitals, the toes of her stockings, and the soles of her feet, intending to use them for masturbation later. Zhao Min remained oblivious, still fast asleep.

Meanwhile, Su Wan's mother, Wu Qian, had just finished a satisfying sexual encounter. Lying on the bed, she called out to the person in the closet. The man who came out was in his forties, with a refined appearance, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a suit jacket, and his trousers were off, leaving him only in a pair of tight briefs. He was still wearing leather shoes. His face was slightly flushed, his expression blank, with a hint of obsequious smile.

"Heh... my dear wife." Yes, this man was Su Wan's father, Su Cheng.

"Did your useless dick enjoy it?" Wu Qian silently stared at Su Cheng's bulge.

"Yes, yes, I even came quite a bit." Su Cheng said with a smile.

"Come on, I'll rest for a while." Wu Qian pulled away a pillow, slid down a little, and spread her legs into a wide V-shape.

Su Cheng pulled his briefs down to his knees and climbed onto the bed. He knelt and buried his face in Wu Qian's crotch, one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other stroking his limp penis. Su Cheng aimed his mouth at Wu Qian's wet and semen-covered vulva, sucking hard before spitting the liquid onto the carpet.

"Ah…you're getting it on the carpet again." Wu Qian glanced at the carpet, then buried her head in the pillow, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"The hotel is ours, why are you worrying about a carpet?" Su Cheng said, panting.

"Do you think the staff are stupid? I have to clean our room."

"Next time we renovate, I'll have them replace the flooring." Su Cheng finished speaking and resumed his work.

"Hmm…we'll see!" Wu Qian got up, grabbed Su Cheng's hair, and pulled him between her legs. Clearly, she didn't want to say much at this moment.

After repeatedly cleaning up the residue from their lovemaking, Su Cheng began meticulously licking around Wu Qian's vulva until every inch was glistening with saliva. After licking for a while, Su Cheng opened his mouth and fiercely sucked on Wu Qian's protruding vulva, biting her labia. His tongue swept wildly and erratically up, down, left, and right, releasing and then biting again. Wu Qian gripped the sheets tightly in pain, tilting her head back and arching her chest, letting out moans.

"It's coming, it's coming again," Su Cheng murmured, then opened his mouth again and sucked and bit tightly. Under the kneading of his thumb and forefinger, a few drops of egg-white-like semen were squeezed out from his limp glans. Su Cheng released his mouth and collapsed, lying on his wife's thighs, which were covered by torn stockings.

"Hmph, useless thing, did you enjoy it?" Wu Qian turned to one side, putting her other leg around Su Cheng's neck and clamping his head between her legs, asking.

Su Cheng took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and panted, saying, "Ah... um... I'm exhausted... I'm getting old."

"It's all your own fault. If you hadn't cheated

, you wouldn't be where you are today," Wu Qian said, rolling her eyes at him. "Every cloud has a silver lining. If I hadn't been scared and had those aftereffects, I wouldn't have this comfortable sex life with my wife now."

"Tch, you'd be happy if your wife was fucked by other men like a prostitute every day. Come downstairs to the office later and help me pick out some clothes. I'm going to rest for a bit. Aren't we going to the North City to discuss a project tonight?"

"Okay, I'll pick out stockings and underwear for you." Su Cheng opened his eyes, grinning slyly, seemingly lost in thought.

"Weirdo, have a smoke and we'll get ready to go." Wu Qian took a thin pebble cigarette from her bag on the bedside table.

A moment later, Su Cheng came up with a tote bag, from which he took out a pure white fitted short-sleeved shirt, a navy blue striped overalls cropped trousers, a nude open-crotch pantyhose, and a bra that revealed his nipples.

"You're dressed too casually for meeting Director Qu and the others tonight," Wu Qian said, getting up and casually rummaging through her clothes in her handbag.

"It's alright, I've almost finalized the project, just contacting a few acquaintances." Su Cheng's demeanor shifted back to that of a company CEO when he talked about work.

"I'll go wash up, you old man, hurry up and get ready." Wu Qian said, taking off her leopard-print underwear, which was already torn from the crotch, hanging from her waist.

Su Cheng looked at the underwear, now just pieces of cloth, and the brown pantyhose, soaked in semen and torn to shreds, and said, "Wait a minute."

He then took out his DSLR camera from the cabinet and snapped a few natural photos of Wu Qian.

"Be careful not to let anyone recognize you." Wu Qian took off her underwear and pantyhose and threw them on the carpet before going to the bathroom. Su Cheng took another few photos of the sex-related clothes on the floor.

The frosted glass of the bathroom only revealed Wu Qian's slender silhouette. She meticulously washed every inch of her skin before squatting down, holding the showerhead and washing her vulva with a mixture of touching and scrubbing.

Such a beautiful silhouette! Su Cheng snapped another few photos.

[The End]

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