mature women who come to your door

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That evening, neither of my parents were home, and I had no idea where they had gone, leaving me all alone. As I was idly passing the time, a soft, slightly magnetic female voice came from outside the door: "Excuse me, is XXX home?" I usually hate strangers visiting, but listening closely, I found the voice very gentle, and it even seemed to have a flirtatious undertone, teasing the homeowner.
I immediately ran to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood a voluptuous woman, calling out in a melodious, nightingale-like voice. Alone at home, a series of thoughts immediately flooded my mind, instantly recalling the incredible romantic encounters I'd seen in Japanese adult films—maybe I could try imitating that today?! I opened the door and stood face to face with the woman.
"Excuse me, is XXX home?" the woman asked again.
"I'm sorry, my father isn't here." I took the opportunity to observe her closely: to my surprise, although her voice was very clear and pleasant,
I was certain this woman was thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, a mature woman in her thirties; her hair was slightly yellow, clearly dyed; the woman was wearing a low-cut dress, revealing her full, jade-like arms and fair neck; her calves were fair and slender, and her bare feet wore a pair of red shoes. I couldn't say that this woman was particularly beautiful, but from her sexy attire and delicate voice, I sensed that she was a captivating mature woman.
"Oh, your father isn't home?" the woman asked again, her pretty eyes glancing instinctively into the house. "May I come in and wait a while? Is that alright?"
This was exactly what I was hoping for, so I unusually welcomed this mature woman: "Alright, please sit down. If there's anything urgent, I can pass on the message." "Thank you, you're too kind!" the woman said, her cherry lips parting to reveal her pearly teeth, her voice brimming with a seductive charm . "When will your father be back?"
"I'm not sure, usually quite late." At this moment, I actually hoped my father wouldn't come home tonight. As I spoke, I continued to scrutinize the woman sitting on the sofa: she wasn't particularly beautiful, but her mature and alluring figure captivated me, her slightly bent white legs, her slender legs resting on her knees, her pink lips, and her mesmerizing words… a middle-aged woman who, besides going out to banquets, also loved to dress up so much, must surely have a restless, lustful heart. Flaunting one's charm is a young girl's nature, but for a middle-aged woman to feign youthful coquettishness like a young girl aroused other thoughts. Perhaps I was mistaken? Perhaps older women love to flaunt their coquettishness to prove they still possess girlish charm?
I couldn't suppress my growing desire, staring intently at the woman's face, chest, arms, and entire body, fixated on the slightly upturned thighs and full buttocks, desperately admiring them. Perhaps my lapse in attention caught her eye; she sat up a little awkwardly and said, "Oh, since your father hasn't returned yet, I'll be going now, so as not to disturb your rest."
What a pity! Just as I was feeling disappointed, I heard the woman say, "Do you have a pen? I want to leave a note for your father." Hmph, this slut, a middle-aged woman leaving a note for a married man? And she asks me if I have a "pen"? Doesn't she know that in English, "pen" and "penis" are synonyms?
I took out a pencil and gave it to her, to see what tricks this woman could pull. If she dared to harm my mother, I would never let her get away with it! The woman then wrote a note and handed it to me. I glanced at it; it was nothing more than asking my father for help, interspersed with a few fawning words. I smiled, but a vicious rage rose within me! The mature woman got up to leave, and I stepped forward to persuade her to stay: "
Sit a little longer? Leaving so soon, I haven't even offered you a cup of tea. My father might be back soon." The woman hesitated for a moment, then sat down, saying in a seductive, giggling voice, "Thank you for your trouble." No trouble at all! Absolutely no trouble! I'll make you pay in a minute!
There was a reason I reluctantly persuaded this slut to stay: I had long heard about my father's philandering ways, and my mother had argued with him about it many times. I loved my mother dearly and wouldn't allow anyone to harm her; but I also didn't want to criticize my father, after all, he doted on me and loved me like a precious jewel. I gritted my teeth in hatred for those who seduced my father, vowing to take my revenge on them once I found the chance.
I served the smug woman in front of me a cup of strong tea laced with aphrodisiac—just a small amount, enough to keep her conscious enough to walk out. The woman smiled and took a few sips, then said seductively, "You're really capable. I never imagined your father had such a thoughtful son." Capable? Hahaha, of course I'm very capable of "capturing" you, you slut!
A dozen minutes after drinking the aphrodisiac, the woman felt flushed and restless. I deliberately asked, "Oh, are you hot? Sorry, I forgot to turn on the air conditioner. It's quite hot." I turned on the air conditioner and casually sat down next to the woman, asking, "Feeling better? Sorry, I was busy talking."
"Hmm, much better," the woman said with a seductive laugh, "Are you still studying? When are you graduating?" Hmph, what does it matter to you when I graduate? I smiled knowingly, "Soon, I'll graduate soon."
"Oh, that's impressive!" the woman said obsequiously, her hand unconsciously slipping between her crossed legs, gently groping. I could see she had her thighs tightly pressed together, her other hand resting on her chest, rubbing it slightly.
"It's nothing, just graduating from university. I'll continue my studies," I said, leaning closer to her. The woman clearly didn't care about my behavior; she was only concerned with flattery and praise: "Really? You're amazing! You'll be a big boss someday!" I had no intention of becoming a boss; I just wanted a peaceful and carefree life. Sigh, how could such a materialistic woman understand such tranquility? Right now, I just wanted to teach this woman a lesson.
"It's nothing, really nothing, far from it!" I said, boldly reaching out to the woman's shoulder, slowly closing the distance between us. "Auntie, how old are you this year?" "Hehe, not at all, I'm all old!" The woman shifted slightly, but didn't seem to mind my seduction, still smiling seductively as she replied, "I can't compare to you young men, I'm old and faded!"
"Oh, Auntie, you look so energetic." I took the opportunity to gently stroke the woman's tender flesh. "You look quite like an older sister."
"Hehehehe..." The woman finally couldn't help but reveal her wanton nature. "Little boy, you have such a sweet mouth, are you making fun of me?" The woman's lewd laughter was like a hen in heat, and she rubbed her breasts even harder with her hands, and I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid.
"I like you so much, can I call you older sister?" I shamelessly seduced this flirtatious mature woman, taking the opportunity to pinch her buttocks. The woman deliberately pushed me away shyly, scolding, "How dare you be so disrespectful! Taking advantage of your father's absence to touch me inappropriately! Let go!"
I leered and moved closer, a vicious rage of revenge surging within me. I pulled the middle-aged woman in front of me and embraced her waist. I used one hand to explore her inner thigh, while the other hand grabbed her hands and pressed them against her lower abdomen. My left leg hooked around her small feet, preventing her from struggling, and I laid her entire body down on the sofa. The woman feigned resistance to my assault, but from her seductive cries, I knew she was intentionally arousing my desire to conquer. This intensified my lust for her, and I pressed myself against her, lifting her skirt and thrusting my already swollen and erect penis into her vulva, which was only covered by a semi-transparent silk veil. My penis, already excessively swollen, had already protruded from the cuff of my shorts, lifting the woman's modesty and thrusting straight into that ripe jade gate!
"Ah! No! Stop it, or I'll scream!" The woman struggled, twisting her serpentine body and pushing against my assault with her delicate arms, which only made it easier for my penis to slide towards her clitoris. The mature woman's vulva was already gushing with moisture; she had probably been unconsciously aroused by her own rubbing while we were talking.
"Don't you like it? Aren't you happy that I'm doing this?" I lifted the woman's dress completely, exposing her abdomen and thighs to me. "Tell me honestly, have you seduced my father?" I reached out to grab the woman's vulva.
I pinched her clitoris with two fingers and kneaded it forcefully. Following the lifted fabric of her dress, I grasped the woman's braless breasts and
began to fondle them wantonly.
"Oh...stop...help me! Oh...be gentle...can't you be gentle?" The woman's last words revealed her lewd nature—she didn't mind being played with, the key was not to let anyone hear her moaning, otherwise her attempt to seduce her boss's son would be thwarted.
I paid special attention to the time, estimating my father would be back in half an hour, so I lifted the woman's slender waist and, without thinking twice, thrust my penis hard into her wanton vagina. This woman was petite and not particularly fat, so I easily lifted her entire body and placed her on my lap. I leaned her against my shoulder, removed her dress, and then launched a final, fierce attack. I didn't want to tease her much, only to end the battle quickly, so I bombarded her with all my might, each thrust violent. The woman's vagina was very tight, indicating she hadn't had much sexual experience, but this only amplified my excitement: I might be her first intruder after a long drought.
My penis had been throbbing with desire since our flirting, and it couldn't withstand such wild thrusting. Sure enough, a short while later, an unbearable urge to release surged through my thighs and glans, causing me to gasp and thrust rapidly. The woman cried out, gripping my waist as if her death was imminent, her body taut with desire. I couldn't bear the overwhelming urge to release, and I thrust wildly a dozen times. As a throbbing, throbbing pain approached my penis, my entire body tensed like a spring, awaiting the final burst. I forced my penis to release with all my might, feeling a surge of intense pleasure rush to my brain, and my lower body involuntarily ejaculated, shooting every last drop into the woman's vagina.
The woman screamed and collapsed onto the sofa like a noodle, panting weakly, her starry eyes glancing at me. I, too, was panting heavily, struggling to look at the limp, boneless woman I had just fucked, noticing her seductive eyes typical of a slut. Although I wanted to fuck her again, I had ejaculated too quickly and couldn't muster a second round in a short time, so I had to give up. I grabbed her breasts, pulled her up from the sofa, and held her in my arms, licking and kissing her incessantly. The woman moaned and stroked my back, seemingly quite satisfied with her soft, sweet moans.
Just then, the sound of a car engine came from downstairs. I realized it was my father returning, and immediately pushed the woman away, saying, "My mother's back, hurry up and get dressed!" The woman, probably having dealt with my mother before, panicked at this, quickly put on a skirt, gave me a few instructions, and hurriedly slipped out the door.
A little while later, my father came upstairs and knocked on the door. As soon as I opened the door, I blurted out, "Dad, a woman came looking for you." My father said, "Oh, I know. She ran into me downstairs. Did she come by?" I said, "Yes, she saw you. Did she say she needed anything?" My father replied, "No, she just said hello and left. That woman is awful; she must have left some gift for my help!" Only then did I notice a bundle of things lying in the corner. I guess I was so focused on having sex with that woman that I forgot to look.
Haha, that's good, saves me the trouble. My father had no idea that this slut who had tried to seduce him had become my spoils of war—all for nothing! I lost everything! I advise those who sell their smiles for money: don't imitate this woman's behavior!

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