I slept with a 50-year-old woman

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I've
been with quite a few women over the years, and I have to say, they're all different. I've been with women from 17 to 40, and I've concluded that mature women are the most fun. Although their vaginas are a bit darker and looser, the feeling of them enveloping my penis is about the same. For the past two years, I've had this nagging thought: I want to find a woman over 50 to have some fun with. I don't know if I'm a pervert.

These days, you just do what you want, as long as you're happy, who cares what others say? I figured there wouldn't be any women over 50 in nightclubs or dance halls. So I started browsing various online chat rooms. I think it was after the Spring Festival in 2008, in UC chat rooms. I thought it was pretty good, lots of people, even better than QQ. Most of the chat rooms here allowed video calls. I looked from 40 to 50, lingering in chat rooms like "Dating at 50" and "Romantic Sunset." One day, a woman named "Gentle as Water" greeted me, and I chatted with her while searching. We briefly introduced ourselves. I learned she was from Fushun, Liaoning, and 52 years old. I told her mine: 36, married, and with a daughter. We chatted for over an hour. I know chatting is my forte; what guy hasn't learned a bit about picking up girls? I flattered her for an hour, added each other as friends, and logged off.

That evening, I opened the QQ account again and saw she was online. We chatted for a long time. I asked if she had a video call, and we did. A middle-aged woman appeared, with a trendy long fringe hairstyle. She was slender. I asked how tall she was. 168 cm, 110 kg—she didn't look over 50 at all. High nose, big eyes—she must have been a beauty in her youth. I also told her my name was Zhou Xianjin, and I was a company president in Foshan. She said she was a university teacher. Wow, no wonder she had such an elegant air; she was a teacher! I said the teaching profession is respected these days. From that night on, we often video chatted, and when we didn't feel like typing, we used voice chat. She asked me to call her "sister" and me "little brother."

After a month, we were inseparable. I learned about her family: her husband was a university professor, and she had a married son working in Beijing. I told her she had a good husband and son, and she smiled wryly, saying, "Every family has its own troubles." One day, she asked if I was having an online romance. She said she kept thinking about me, and I quickly replied, "Me too. I can't even focus on work properly; I often think about your face and your lovely voice." I told her that online romance is just like real-life romance—you develop feelings for each other over time, but things develop much faster here. She tacitly acknowledged our relationship. We frequently chatted on UC and QQ, talking about everything from sex to living together, from the structure of men and women to one-night stands. She said I was a trustworthy little brother. To be honest, after chatting for over a month, I had really started to like this older sister. I was willing to share my troubles with her and listen to her advice. It had been years since I'd felt this young love again. I asked her if we could meet sometime. I invited her to dinner. She didn't respond for a while, then told me that someone from her family had come and she went offline. I wondered if I had said it too soon? Oh well, all my efforts were in vain. I didn't see her online for two days. On the third day, I saw her. She said she had been too busy at work and apologized. I didn't mention meeting up, and we started chatting again. I said I really missed her after not seeing her for two days, and she said she felt the same way. That day, we exchanged contact numbers, and in the days that followed, we would text each other when we didn't have time to go online. Thinking back, I really miss those times. Before I knew it, it was almost May Day. While chatting online, she said she wanted to meet up. I couldn't believe my eyes; it was true. She explained that last time I suggested meeting up, she was hesitant because it wouldn't look good if acquaintances saw us. Since then, I hadn't mentioned meeting up again, so it seemed she genuinely cared for me. I had no choice but to bring it up. We arranged to go to Fushun on May Day.

I took the early train there in the morning. She was picking me up at the train station. When I saw her, I was stunned. She was even more beautiful than in the video. She had long, black hair, and you couldn't tell she was over 50. She was wearing a floral shirt, jeans, and black high heels—a typical middle-aged woman. She looked only a few years older than me. She held out her hand and smiled, saying, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?" I quickly took her hand. It was so nice, so plump. We kissed for a while, and then she took my hand and we left the station.
We spent the day in Fushun. She treated me to lunch, and in the afternoon we went to the park. We were short on time, so we sat in the park. She nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I could smell the fresh scent of her hair, and my penis was already hard. But I know that sophisticated intellectuals appreciate romance, so I gently put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. She reciprocated, and we kissed passionately for a while. I didn't dare touch her breasts or her genitals, but I could feel her heart pounding. Finally, she said it was getting late and I should go back, and then she saw me off on the train back to Shenyang.

After that, we became more relaxed when chatting. It was getting warmer, and one day I asked her to take off her top so I could see her breasts. She took a long time to slowly take them off, wearing a bra but refusing to let me see. I took off my pants, pulled out my penis, and she covered her face, saying, "It's too big, you're so naughty." The next day, I saw her on QQ, and I asked her to take off her clothes again. She readily took off her top, rubbing her two large, sagging breasts with both hands. Finally, we both undressed and started chatting. She didn't have much pubic hair, and her labia were purplish-brown. In the end, I masturbated while watching her insert her fingers into her vagina, and I ejaculated. I knew in my heart that she had been even nicer to me since we met, and I really felt bad for her. She was sincere, but I just wanted to satisfy my desire to experience a woman over 50. It seems women are more devoted than men. I need to get with her quickly; I'll worry about the future later.

Another weekend, I called her to invite her to Foshan. She said she'd call me back after making arrangements at home. The next morning, she called and asked me to pick her up at Foshan North Station. Around 9 a.m., I picked her up. She looked radiant; was something good happening? She whispered in my ear, "I'm not going home tonight." I was overjoyed! I kissed her on the cheek when no one was around. I said, "I'll make the arrangements today. You haven't been to Dongling, have you?" We went to Dongling right away. She laughed and said, "I've been to Beiling." We took a bus to Dongling, chatting and laughing the whole way. Quite a few people were watching us. She whispered in my ear, "Everyone's staring at us, I'm so embarrassed." I laughed and said, "They probably think we're sisters." I hadn't been to Dongling for years. We spent the whole morning there, and it was almost 2 p.m. when we came out. After eating at a restaurant, I took her to the back of the mountain. The woods there were deep and quiet. Not many people go to Dongling, and there were even fewer people at the back. She said she was tired, so we sat down on the grass. I boldly pulled her close, and she lay in my arms. This time, without hesitation, I lifted her shirt and reached inside to grasp her large breasts. They were so soft. I twisted her nipples with two fingers and kissed her mouth to mouth. After a while, she spread her legs, her face flushed, and she was breathing heavily. I put my hand under her skirt and stroked her vulva through her pantyhose. She moaned at me, "No, it's too uncomfortable. Good brother, take it out. I'll keep you company tonight, okay?" I whispered in her ear, "I can't wait any longer. I like you." I pulled up her skirt and made her kneel on the ground, sticking her buttocks out. I pulled down her panties and pantyhose from behind to her knees, parted her labia with my hands. They were the same color as her nipples. I smelled them; apart from the unique scent of a woman's vaginal fluid, there was no other odor. Further apart was her pinkish-red vulva. I held my hard penis and slowly inserted it, starting to thrust in and out. She began to moan. After thrusting forcefully over a hundred times, she shook her head and cried out, calling me "good brother" and "good husband." We fucked for ten minutes straight, finally ejaculating inside her. After my penis softened, I pulled out, and she collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. I took out a tissue to wipe the semen from her vulva, then put my underwear and pantyhose back on. I turned her over and laid her on my lap. We stayed there until it was almost dark before returning home.

I called home and told her I had to work overtime and wouldn't be going home, but would be staying at my mother's. When we got to Zhongjie, I booked a room for her. As soon as we entered the room, she hugged me and kissed me, saying, "You're so strong! Your thing is so amazing! It's killing me!" It had been years since I'd been penetrated like this. I pulled her down onto the bed and saw her crying. I didn't know why, so I quickly explained that it was my fault. She covered my mouth with her hand and said, "Good brother, I love you. You can't leave me. I've given you everything, so you can't do anything to betray me." I told her, "I swear to God, I love you too. The age gap isn't an obstacle to our love." To be honest, I was really touched at that moment. She leaned her head against me and said, "My husband was in a car accident three years ago while on a business trip. After he recovered, he couldn't use that thing anymore." I comforted her, saying, "It's okay. You're lucky he's alright. Every family has its troubles."

That night, we made love the whole time, leaving traces of our lovemaking from the bathroom to the bed. The next morning, she spread her arms and said to me, "Little husband, look, it's all swollen." I looked and sure enough, it was red. I said, "I was too rough," and bent down to lick her vulva with my tongue. She quickly said, "Stop it, or I'll have to put it inside, and I'll be fucked to death!" I didn't care about that. My thick penis slowly hardened, and I pressed my fingers on her clitoris. I used two fingers, one at her anus and one at her vaginal opening, rubbing them little by little. Under my double stimulation, she started moaning and her body reacted. Her legs slowly opened, and the vaginal fluid flowed to her anus. I easily inserted two fingers into both holes. I said to her, "Since your vulva is swollen, then use your back to serve me." She said she absolutely refused, so I had to put it back in her vulva. After a while, I ejaculated inside her. We spent half a day shopping at the mall. She bought an outfit, checked out at noon, and I walked her all the way to the bus back to Fushun before reluctantly parting ways.

I finally slept with a 50-year-old woman, achieving my goal, but I don't know how to break up with her now. To be honest, I'm reluctant to end things. Talking to her feels intimate; I can learn a lot from her. I confide all my worries to her, except for going to prostitutes. She's become my close friend despite the age gap.

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