My mother-in-law, who is in her late twenties and early thirties

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(I) First Encounter

The story takes place in the summer of 1985. I was a year away from graduating from university, facing

the choice of returning to my hometown to become a glorious people's teacher or staying in the metropolis of Beijing.

As a poor student, I had no money for gifts, and I wasn't a party member or a student union cadre. The only

way to stay in Beijing was to find a partner.

With this in mind, I went to a well-known news agency in Beijing as an intern reporter. To get the

internship, I gritted my teeth and gave the head of the student affairs office a generous gift of 200 yuan. Upon arriving at the news agency, I was first assigned to

the internal affairs group to do some simple proofreading work. As one of the largest news organizations in the country, its management was very

strict and closed. At that time, all news media served politics; to work in such an organization, one not only

needed to be politically reliable but also had certain connections.

In that era, in that social environment, every young man and woman followed the same path: through introductions

, dating, marriage, and having children. The people in my workplace were all in their thirties and forties, all veterans of the Cultural Revolution.

Everyone looked so serious, like otherworldly beings. Especially in

terms of their sex lives, they were utterly unremarkable. For a young man in his early twenties, it was unimaginable; I

spent my days masturbating.

That year, on May Day, the company held a party for a new leader. At the party, the leader gave

everyone a brief introduction. At this party, I had the opportunity to meet my mother-in-law. She was about

forty years younger than me, about 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin, and her hair and clothes were always impeccably styled.

My first impression of her was that she wasn't an ordinary employee; she possessed a certain reserve and arrogance, and a somewhat disdainful air

. Everything about her was meticulously groomed; she knew how to take care of herself, exuding a mature woman's charm, her large

, dark eyes subtly revealing an indescribable allure.

Upon seeing her, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. When our eyes met and she noticed my lecherous

look, a blush appeared on her fair face. A colleague in my office noticed I was acting a bit out of sorts and

gently pulled me aside to tell me.

Her name was Wu Dan, and her husband was a minister with extraordinary connections to the higher-ups. He always chauffeured me to and from work

, which explained his somewhat condescending attitude. Lunchtime was my happiest time of day. I was always the first

to rush downstairs, standing by the stairs pretending to wait for someone, watching Wu Dan and the other female colleagues

walk down .

After lunch, I would repeat the same trick, holding a book, standing at the bottom of the stairs watching the group of beautiful women

go up , their hips swaying. If I was lucky, I could even see their breasts and white flesh

peeking out from under their clothes.

I especially loved watching Wu Dan go upstairs; I would always stare at her from a distance behind her.

Wu Dan was a typical Northeasterner—tall and voluptuous. Every time I saw her big, round buttocks, I felt

an urge to touch them. Sometimes, when she reached the corner of the stairs, she would glance at me or give me a slight smile, making

me restless all afternoon.

Back in the dorm that night, my mind was filled with Wu Dan's round, big buttocks and pointed breasts. Every night, I had to

fantasize about masturbating to her before I could sleep. Unfortunately, she was always with someone, making it difficult to satisfy me.

And so, February passed in a daze, and before I knew it, summer was here.

One day after lunch, I stood at the bottom of the stairs as usual, waiting to see Wu Dan come upstairs. This time, I was

lucky; she was alone. I still remember it clearly. It was a hot day, and Wu Dan was wearing a light gray

skirt suit. The skirt was a bit tight, and the hemline hugged her round buttocks. Under the thin skirt

, I saw a very small pair of panties dividing her buttocks into two halves. Her buttocks were pert and shapely. As she walked,

her slender waist swayed, and her buttocks and large breasts jiggled, incredibly alluring.

My eyes were completely captivated by her pert breasts and full, round buttocks. Seeing her large,

round buttocks so close, swaying before my eyes as she climbed the stairs, my heart raced, my mouth went

dry, and my mind immediately conjured images of her snow-white, plump breasts and white buttocks beneath her clothes, and her

alluring, tender vulva.

My mind kept wandering to touching Wu Dan's breasts and buttocks. Wu Dan's buttocks were so beautiful; how could they not

arouse my desire? My lust for sex grew stronger and stronger, and a voice in my head told me, "Go and

possess her, go and touch those alluring buttocks and pert breasts; that's your lifelong pursuit."

Wu Dan continued walking at her leisurely pace, and my legs unconsciously followed. A breeze blew

in from upstairs , carrying a faint scent of perfume. I knew it must be Wu Dan's fragrance,

because in this building, only she dared to wear makeup. I heard that her husband had brought those cosmetics from abroad, and the scent

was far better than any perfume. It instilled a sensual urge in me, and I unconsciously quickened my pace, my breathing

becoming heavier.

My impulse finally startled Wu Dan. She stopped, turned slightly to look at me, and said, "Xiao Hu,

where are rushing off to?"

Like a child caught doing something wrong, I immediately blushed.

"Nothing, nothing!" I said, while my burning gaze lingered on Wu Dan's ample breasts

.

The air seemed to freeze. Under my intense gaze, Wu Dan also blushed and whispered, "Silly boy

, what are you looking at!"

"Aunt Wu, you're so beautiful!" I replied sincerely.

Wu Dan casually smoothed her hair by her cheek and said, "Auntie is old, what's there to see? Are you

thinking of joining our interview department? If you'd like, I'll talk to the manager about it." My heart warmed, and I quickly lowered my head. " Thank you, Auntie, I 　　've always dreamed of working in your interview department

."

＝

...

Let me sort this out. I don't have the authority to make major revisions; that's usually

done by Wu Dan and the head of the interviewing department.

My desk is in a corner at the back, from where I can see everything in the office. I'm

always the first to arrive at the office every day, and the last to leave at night. Because I'm single, and my other colleagues

are all married, they always have things to do at home. Although it's a bit tiring, I can see my Aunt Wu every day

, so it doesn't bother me.

For the first week, I was enthusiastic because I worked with Wu Dan every day and could see

my crush's every move. But as time went on, I couldn't be satisfied with just watching my crush

walk around in front of me every day without taking things further. Several times, I couldn't resist the urge to touch Wu Dan's big butt,

but my principles told me I couldn't do that.

The entire interviewing department only has two offices and a meeting room. The head of the department is a small old man in his sixties named

Zhang Shengli, who occupies a small office all to himself, while I and my other colleagues

work in a large office. Sometimes, when there are fewer people around, I deliberately ask Wu Dan some questions. While we were talking, my gaze kept

lingering on Wu Dan's chest, hoping to glimpse her breasts through her neckline. Although I occasionally caught a

glimpse of tender flesh or cleavage, it was still like scratching an itch through a boot—unsatisfying.

After some time, we gradually saw each other more often. Her desk and mine were in the row behind mine

, and I noticed she sometimes seemed to glance at me unintentionally. Back then, society wasn't as open as it is now, and my

understanding of women was still very superficial, limited to how to date girls. I

had never been in contact with a mature woman like Wu Dan before, and whenever I saw her tall, voluptuous figure moving before my eyes

, I would feel a strange stirring in my heart, but I just didn't know how to

get her. I just kept going to her place whenever I had the chance, and just being able to talk to her for a few minutes and see her voluptuous

body made me feel incredibly good. I was being too diligent, and Wu Dan seemed to have noticed my intentions

.

One afternoon, as usual, I went to ask Wu Dan about a manuscript. Wu Dan was

writing something with her head down, and I stood opposite her, looking down at her clearly.

That day, Wu Dan was wearing a rare white low-cut shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing most of her

snow-white breasts. A black bra tightly bound her breasts together, forming a deep cleavage

. Her breasts were full and sagging, as if they were about to burst out of the bra. Looking at this sensual sight,

a surge heat rushed to my heart, my mind went blank for a moment, and my penis immediately became erect

.

I stood there dumbfounded, watching, watching those two snow-

white breasts tremble with Wu Dan's breath. When Wu Dan asked me a question, I noticed her eyes were sparkling

, her face flushed, as if she were a little shy. Following her gaze, I realized that my seven-inch-long

penis was already erect on her desk.

Afterwards, Wu Dan told me that she had prepared this especially for me that day, deliberately leaving her neckline open for me to see. When she

saw my erect penis, her vagina was completely wet. If no one had been around, she would have

kissed my penis properly, because my eyes were burning hot, as if I wanted to devour her whole

.

A few days later, Zhang Shengli fell ill and was hospitalized; I heard it was late-stage esophageal cancer. Wu Dan temporarily took over Zhang

Shengli's duties, and also worked in that small office. My sixth sense told me this was a good opportunity

, one I couldn't let slip.

I remember it was a Monday morning, and as usual, I delivered the manuscript I had received on Sunday to Wu Dan.

That day, Wu Dan wore a black dress, something like georgette, very thin, and her

white bra and panties were clearly visible. Up close, you could even see her small, round

belly button. Instead of handing her the manuscript from the front, I went around behind her and placed it in front of her.

As I bent down and touched her body, my heart pounded.

She was wearing a dress with a very low neckline, and from my angle, I could just see

the cleavage peeking out, her white breasts protruding, the edge of her bra also white. But it wasn't

as beautiful as the whiteness of her breasts; those two mounds of flesh were so pure and white, making one want to take a bite.

Actually, the morning wasn't hot, but I felt like I was already sweating. She didn't say anything to me, just

smiled , as if she wasn't offended by my actions. I casually leaned closer to her, silently watching

her. Her shoulders were beautiful, rounded and full, incredibly soft; the comfort they gave me made it hard to suppress my excitement.

As I handed her the manuscript, our arms touched, her skin white and smooth, like brushing against silk. I

finally couldn't resist, and with a sway of my body, I pressed myself closer to her. She seemed oblivious, not

flinching at all, and even tugged at her collar. I immediately saw most of her breasts, my breathing quickened, and my penis throbbed

painfully. Not daring to be too brazen, I quickly blushed and left Wu Dan's office, ran to the bathroom, and pulled out my engorged

penis to masturbate wildly. I'd barely sat down after finishing when Wu Dan called me back in.

"Xiao Hu, there are a few manuscripts I'm unsure about, come here for a moment."

Once inside the office, Wu Dan told me to sit down. She took a few manuscripts and walked behind me, saying, "The handwriting on these is too

messy, can you read them to me?"

To be honest, I wasn't sure about some of the words either, so I asked, "Aunt Wu, there are a few words I'm not sure about either,

could you come and take a look?" As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a fire press against my back. Wu Dan placed her hands

on my shoulders, her entire body pressed against my back, and one plump, white hand reached out, asking, "Which

manuscript is it? Where is it?"

As she spoke, I felt two soft, yielding things gently rubbing against my body. My mind immediately wandered

, and my desire, which had just been extinguished, reignited. I grabbed her hand and gently caressed it

. Her hand was so soft, seemingly boneless, and it felt wonderful to hold.

I really couldn't bear to let go, and she didn't seem to want to pull away. I secretly glanced back at her, and saw that her

eyes were blank, as if she was recalling something. When I couldn't help but increase the pressure, she pinched me back and rubbed my back hard with her breasts,

as if she knew what I meant and wanted me to be bolder . I finally couldn't resist anymore, and I stood up abruptly, holding her tightly in my arms, rubbing her buttocks hard with both hands . 　　"Aunt Wu, you are so beautiful, I love you so much! Really, I dream about being with you." Before I could finish speaking, panting, Wu Dan grabbed my head and stuck her fragrant and sweet tongue into my mouth . === 　　... Wu Dan remained remarkably composed, acting as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with others, only giving me a meaningful glance when no one was looking. Each time, my heart would pound , and my face would even burn. 　　I told myself that her husband was a minister, a married woman, much older than me, and I couldn't continue like this . But I was too weak-willed; whenever I saw Wu Dan's full breasts, rounded shoulders, and pert, round buttocks walking back and forth in front of me, my heart would be filled with desire, my penis would suddenly become erect, forcing me to rush to the toilet to masturbate. 　　Wu Dan and I were together a few times, but it was just a kiss, a brief caress through our clothes, nothing more. Partly due to time constraints, but mainly because Wu Dan was afraid of being discovered by her colleagues at work. This situation only changed when we went to Fangshan for an interview. 　　One day, someone from the Publicity Department of the Ministry of Agriculture came and asked us to go to Fangshan County for an interview. Fangshan County had introduced kiwifruit from Australia and cultivated it on a large scale. Kiwifruit originated in China but had 1980s. This reintroduction work was carried out when Wu Dan's husband was the Minister of Agriculture. 　　That day, there was no one else in the interview team, so Wu Dan asked me to come along. The interview went smoothly and was finished in the morning . 　　At lunchtime, the leaders of Fangshan County, upon learning that Wu Dan's husband was a former Minister of Agriculture, insisted on bringing us some kiwifruit back. We went in a Toyota minivan belonging to the Ministry of Agriculture; it arrived empty but left completely full. The Ministry of Agriculture comrades sat in the front, and Wu Dan and I sat in the back. When her firm, round, and plump buttocks touched me, a hint of mature woman's fleshy fragrance immediately wafted towards me. My heart was pounding with desire, and my penis immediately twitched against my pants. My heart was pounding. 　　Because there were other people around, Wu Dan and I didn't dare to be too unrestrained, but with the bumps of the car wheels, our bodies unconsciously pressed closer and closer. Wu Dan's body was full and fair, soft and yielding against me, making me feel incredibly aroused. The small space inside the car, combined with her fragrance, stimulated my senses, and my desire flared up. 　　I finally couldn't resist anymore. Taking advantage of a sudden jolt in the car, I half-pulled her into my arms. She closed her eyes as if she were asleep, completely unaware and not flinching at all. During a sudden stop, she even pretended to be unsteady , placing one hand on my crotch and half-slumping in my arms. If it weren't for her rapid breathing, I would have really thought she was asleep.

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