The mature female hairdresser's maternal instincts ignited a strange passion within me.

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Near where I live, there's a small but clean hair salon. The hairdresser is a woman around 40 years old;
she's skilled, quick, and quite friendly. I like getting my hair cut there, and over time, I've become a regular customer.
On summer evenings, after a walk, I often pass by her shop on my way home and go in for a while. Firstly,
I'm single, and secondly, it's less crowded and cooler inside.
One evening, I passed by and noticed it was almost empty, so I went in.
"Why is it so empty? No business?"
"Yeah, I don't have massages here, so business isn't good. These days, men and women like to relax with a massage after a
bath."
"Then you could hire some massage girls; business would be better."
"Forget it, I'm alone, I don't need that much business." That's when I realized she was single
. During our conversation, I learned that her husband divorced her a few years ago, and their son stayed with him, so she lived alone.
"Why don't you find someone?" Actually, she seemed like a pretty good person overall. Her skin was fair, and she was slightly
plump , but not in a cumbersome way; instead, she possessed a mature charm and sexiness. That year, I was only 24 years old. I had
a girlfriend, but we broke up. I was very lonely in a foreign land, so I felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to her.
I felt she was somewhat like my mother.
"You don't want to find someone, and you won't find anyone good enough. My son is almost your age, what are you looking for?
Why don't you go find someone? Your age is the perfect time to find a partner.
What's the point of you coming here to this old woman all day?"
I told her about my situation, my loneliness and distress, and she listened attentively. After listening,
she came over and patted my shoulder. "It's okay, young man, it'll be fine in a few days. When you meet another girl,
you won't be in this pain anymore."
Her hand was soft on my shoulder, like my mother's hand, but I knew it was a woman's
hand. After breaking up with my girlfriend, I hadn't been in contact with any woman for a long time. The moment her hand touched my shoulder
, I suddenly felt a strange impulse. It was summer, and I was wearing shorts when my penis
suddenly became hard. I quickly shifted my body.
She was standing behind me, looking down at me, and my little movement actually caught her
attention. "What's wrong, young man? Haven't been with a woman in a long time? I can tell you're a good guy,
otherwise, with so many prostitutes out there these days, you wouldn't be so agitated now."
"I'm sorry," I said, blushing.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's perfectly normal. You're your age, unmarried and without a girlfriend, no wonder."
She smiled, sat down opposite me, her eyes fixed on my bulging shorts, and gently asked, "Do you often do
this ?"
I didn't know how to answer, so I thought for a moment and said, "Not often, it depends."
"Oh, why did you break up with your girlfriend?"
"I don't know, I just felt like it wasn't interesting anymore, nothing exciting."
"Haha, you don't like her anymore, right? Have you slept with her?" I was taken aback by her direct question.
"Don't be shy, your older sister has been through this."
"Yes, but not often." My girlfriend and I dated for two years. We had sex right away, but not
often , usually only once every few months. She was a virgin, and I had a strange feeling. I
never felt very comfortable having sex with her, so there was no passion, and I often preferred to masturbate.
"I guess your sex life isn't very good, is it?" She looked at me with a smile.
I was surprised she could even figure that out, and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
"I told you, I'm an experienced person. Think about it, you're a shy and passive
person, and your girlfriend is a virgin, so she definitely won't take the initiative. How can things go well between you two?
If you were an open and proactive person, it would be different; you would actively try to do
it , but you're not. So, I guessed things wouldn't go very well."
Her analysis was really spot on. My girlfriend and I have never tried any fancy techniques during sex; we just thrust a few times
when we need to . Firstly, I don't know how, and secondly, I'm afraid my girlfriend will misunderstand. Of course, there are other reasons too.
"You're right. I think, although she's very innocent, I don't think I really like her; I don't get too
excited . I prefer older women. You know, that's not weird, is it?"
"How is that weird? Many boys are like that. You probably spent a lot of
time ? That's called an Oedipus complex."
Actually, I know I have an Oedipus complex, but I still admire her insight.
"I have sexual fantasies about mature women, but I find younger women lacking. I've always
felt inferior because of this, like there's something wrong with me."
"That's not a problem. It's probably related to your childhood experiences. Actually, women have this issue too, it's just
that they have an Oedipus complex. Don't overthink it. Let me tell you, when I was young, I had a very strong Oedipus
complex ."
"Really?"
"Really. Don't always think there's anything wrong with it. You can talk to me about it, we can talk it out
, and your inner conflict will be resolved. Besides, I'd love to hear your story, okay?"
I hesitated. Because many of my childhood experiences actually felt shameful, and I've kept them
inside , unwilling to speak openly about them.
She noticed my hesitation and smiled, saying, "It's okay, it's not a problem. Let me tell you about myself
." She paused for a moment, then continued, "I've always loved my father. I started having sex at 19 with my
first boyfriend, who was about ten years older than me. I think it was because of my father complex. He's married now and
treats me very well. I don't regret it at all. He let me experience the pleasures of sex earlier than other women. I
love him because of his maturity; I feel like he's my father. Another reason is that we were together for a long
time, six years in total. During those six years, I had other boyfriends, younger ones, but I always felt
they weren't as good as him."
"What reason?" I asked curiously.
"You want to know? Then answer one question for me first, okay?"
"Sure," I replied casually.
"Did you peek at your mother when you were little?"
She immediately steered the question into my inner world. I didn't know how to answer, but I just blurted
out, "Yes."
"That's right. I think your mother was the first adult woman you ever saw, right? How did you see her?"
When I was little, I lived with my mother. Because of my burgeoning sexuality, our house was small and didn't have a separate bathroom,
which gave me a great opportunity to peek. I told her the truth.
"Haha, that's pretty much what I thought. Did you find it exciting to watch her take a bath? Did you see anything else
?"
"Yes," I felt I didn't need to hide it anymore and completely relaxed. "I also watched her wash her genitals,
and, and..."
"And what else?" "
And, I watched my mom masturbate." I gritted my teeth and said it.
"How old were you then? Tell me about the situation, okay?" She was coaxing me, her tone friendly but
not "No one will be coming today. I'll close the door, and we can have a good chat." She got up
to close the door and sat down in front of me, not far away, within arm's reach.
I felt a strange urge then, an urge that made me want to tell
everything .
"My mother was very voluptuous. The first time I saw her was after she had taken a shower, drying herself, facing me directly,
and I was hiding behind the door, peeking through the crack. She was about three meters away from me. Her breasts were large, she
had a lot of pubic hair, and her buttocks were also large. The scene shocked me quite a bit, so much so that later when I saw my girlfriend's small
breasts and sparse pubic hair, I felt she didn't look very womanly. The first time I saw my mother, I felt
a tingling sensation down there, my heart was racing, my penis was soft, but there was an indescribable feeling, very
comfortable. When my mother started wiping herself, I felt a surge of pleasure,
something flowed out, an indescribable feeling, that was my first ejaculation. But I didn't know it at the time, and I wasn't
really scared either. From then on, I often unconsciously touched my penis, always wanting to find that feeling of peeping, and
slowly, that's how I learned to masturbate."
"So you started masturbating quite early, were you already developing back then?"
"Probably not. I remember there wasn't much hair back then, but my penis would often get hard. After that,
I felt good and did it often."
"You're quite something. Did you always think about your mom when you did it? What happened later?"
"Yes, it was okay at first because I was more focused on the act itself and not very skilled. But after
seeing my mom masturbate, I started thinking about it more."
"How did you see it?"
"Oh, back then, my house was small, just one room with a curtain in the middle. There was a
bed outside, and my dad was often away, so my mom slept outside. Before she went to sleep, she always seemed to put a basin of water on the floor, and I always heard
the sound of water. One time, I peeked through a hole in the curtain and saw the basin on the floor, and my mom was squatting
on it catching water to wash herself. The first time I saw it, she had her back to me, and I saw a big, white
butt . Later, when she finished washing, she stuck out her butt and wiped her genitals with a towel, and I saw some dark hair from behind. I
got really excited then." Her hand went down to her crotch, making a slight noise.
Luckily, I saw that my mom didn't seem to notice; she just glanced back and continued. After wiping herself, she didn't immediately
put on her shorts. Instead, she went outside to empty the basin of water, still naked from the waist down. Of course, she was wearing clothes on top,
and she only opened the door a crack to pour the water out. After that, she walked around naked from the waist
down , hanging towels and doing other things like making the bed.
She didn't put on a clean pair of underwear until she turned off the lights to go to sleep. She walked around naked from the waist down... At that time, I found it very exciting.
That time, I masturbated while watching her lower body for the first time, but I didn't ejaculate because it would be
troublesome . From then on, I often secretly watched her, and I saw her more and more often
. Sometimes she would face my direction when washing her lower body, and then I could see more clearly. Finally, one time, after she finished washing as usual and poured out
the water, she sat on the edge of the bed without wearing underwear. I saw her constantly touching her genitals with her hand, and her expression
was very strange. Then she took off her top and touched her breasts, which were really big. Later, I clearly saw her hand... He inserted his finger
and moved it vigorously. It lasted about five or six minutes. Afterwards, she lay there for a while,
motionless. I thought she was probably tired, and then she went to bed.
After that, it would happen every now and then, sometimes for several days in a row. Later, I read a book
and learned what was going on. At the time, I just thought it was very interesting and I really wanted to read it. Because of this experience, I
often carried a few sheets of toilet paper with me to bed so I could watch her ejaculate. In those days, I felt very happy, always
looking to the night, because it was a pleasure for me.
"I didn't know you had so many secrets. Since you do this so often, has your mom ever found out?"
"Yes, she has. One time, my mom wasn't home, it was summer, and I was home alone,
looking I started masturbating to the pictures of the beautiful women in them. Just as I was about to ejaculate, my mom suddenly came in. I
didn't even have time to hide, and she saw me. I was probably 16 then, my pubic hair had grown, and my penis was big. My mom
stared at my penis for a while, said, 'Don't do this so often,' and left."
"Your mom is quite open-minded, that's good, a proper kind of education." She nodded, speaking to me
thoughtfully .
"Yes, my mom is quite educated."
"Let me ask you a question. Did you ever fantasize about doing anything with your mom back then?"
"You mean having sex? I never thought about that at all. I just liked secretly watching her. Hey,
stop asking me questions! Tell me about yourself, okay? I've already said so much."
"What should I say? I don't even know what to say anymore. I find your story quite interesting; it's
taught me a lot about young men."
"You mentioned a reason earlier, tell me about it."
"Oh, okay, I'll tell you too." She cleared her throat. "I'm actually a bit like you. I've also
met my father, but unlike you, I've also seen my parents doing it."
"Tell me quickly," I urged, very interested.
"Look how anxious you are." She blushed slightly. "I was in high school then, 17. Girls at that
age are basically developed, and their understanding of sex is definitely more concrete, but still not very clear, especially about men
. One summer, my mom went out with her colleagues, leaving just my dad and me at home.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, barefoot. As I
approached , I saw the light was on and heard strange noises coming from inside. I peeked through the crack in the door,
and what I saw was my father standing there masturbating. He was facing away from me, constantly stroking
his penis. My first reaction was surprise, then curiosity, and then I thought, '
How can a man's penis look like that?' It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's erect penis, and I thought, 'How can it be so
big?' Like you, my heart was racing, but I couldn't move. I just kept watching until
I saw my dad ejaculate and exhale. Only then did I hurriedly go back to bed. I didn't even pee.
I basically didn't sleep all night."
"Did you masturbate that day?"
"No, I didn't understand back then. I was just touching myself randomly, including my genitals, and I felt a surge of
desire . All I could think about was my father's penis, it was really big."
"That's because it was the first time you saw it, right?"
"I thought so too, but after I had more sexual experiences, I realized that my dad's really
is big. Imagine if you held it with both hands, there would still be a part sticking out. The glans is also particularly big. Anyway, even now
I still think my dad's is the best-looking. My first boyfriend was also very big, but not as big as
my dad's. It's just that my boyfriend's glans was quite special, much bigger than the penis itself. I haven't
seen another one like that since. That's why we stayed together for so long."
"Then I'm really ashamed, mine is so small compared to theirs. Your boyfriend must make you feel
really good." I got excited when I heard that, and my penis quickly hardened in my pants again.
"Haha, don't be ashamed, I don't think yours is too small either. Let me see."
She said, reaching out her hand. I don't know why, but at this moment, I felt no restraint in
front of , and I felt that if she wanted to see, it was only right. So I cooperated and took out my penis.
Her hand grasped my penis; it was soft, and my penis was throbbing.
"It's alright, that's enough. Women aren't that demanding." She seemed to gesture a few times with her hand,
but didn't loosen her grip.
"Your penis is quite hard, harder than theirs. You're young, after all, and it's straight. Many men's penises
are a bit curved." As she spoke, she slowly stroked my penis with her hand. It felt very good.
"Have you been with many men? You know so much about this?" I asked, enjoying her stroking.
"I've had a few, about a dozen."
"So many?"
"Yeah, it seems like most men liked me, a lot of them pursued me. Since I enjoyed
sex , I was more willing to accept men's advances; it was a kind of enjoyment anyway. But after I got married
, it stopped. I felt I couldn't betray my husband. But he found out about my past, he couldn't stand it,
and he found someone else, and then we divorced. That's fate."
"Have you had any more after your divorce?"
"Guess? Haha, of course! I've been divorced for three years."
"A lot?"
"A few, but they weren't really boyfriends, just people I found attractive, and besides, I needed them.
It wasn't like I had any immediately after the divorce. For six months, I didn't have any men. That's probably the longest period I've been
without ."
"So what did you do?"
"I didn't want to find a man then, I thought men were no good. What did I do? I masturbated. I even bought a lot of
sex toys . Haha, it felt pretty good."
"So why did you start looking again later?"
"It was a coincidence. One time, we were renovating our house, and a few young workers came. I was nice to
them could do a good job, and we often joked around. You know, the jokes eventually
veered off in that direction. One night, I brought them food, and only two of them stayed, so I
ate with them and had some drinks.
After a few drinks, we started talking nonsense. They asked me why I didn't find a man, whether I could handle it, and even offered to help. I retorted that you young punks
wouldn't be enough for me. As we talked, they started getting handsy, saying, 'Why don't we try?'
And so, I got a little tempted, and we went along with it."
"Two?"
"Yeah, I was out of my mind that time, but it was really good. They were young. One night, they each
came three times. It was kind of crazy. To be honest, it was a lot of fun. Hey, are you about to come?" She was
still holding my penis, and after hearing her story, I felt a surge of desire, which she seemed to sense.
"A little. You're really experienced."
"Haha, a little, indeed. I like men's penises, I like playing with them, they
change in my hands, slowly getting bigger and smaller, I find it very interesting. I like it."
"Do you often play with them when you're with those guys?"
"Yes, I often. I like to give them handjobs, I like to see them ejaculate."
No wonder her technique is so good, after all, she's experienced a lot, and it seems she's really paying attention.
"Have you played with those two guys too?" "I
didn't play with them that day. Later, when they made requests again, I felt it wasn't right, after all, I couldn't go that
far I didn't do it with them. I told them I couldn't do it today, but they insisted, saying they felt uncomfortable, so I gave them
handjobs." "
With two people?"
"Yes, it's quite interesting, one in each hand. You can feel the difference between them."
"Do you give them oral sex?"
"With them? No. I don't do it with them because I'm afraid they're dirty, why would I give them oral sex?"
"You don't like it?"
"Not really, I still like oral sex, I like the changes in a penis in my mouth. I think giving men..."
" I get pleasure from oral sex too, I get wet."
"Do you like men to give you oral sex?"
"I don't really like it, because it's hard to do well. I prefer men to masturbate me, it's
more ."
I got more and more excited, an idea was surging in my mind. "I want to cum, can I look at you?"
"Yeah, I'm wet too, I get wet easily when I touch a man's penis. You can touch me."
After saying that, she stood up and took off her pants and clothes. A woman around 40 years old, full-figured,
but still in good shape, large breasts, a little saggy but well-shaped, very lewd. Her skin was very white, her buttocks
were large was only a little bit of hair on her lower body, with the already flowing water,
the hair looked very translucent under the light. I reached down and spread her thighs, staring at her fat vulva.
Despite her long history of sexual activity, her genitals hadn't darkened noticeably. Against the backdrop of a few pubic hairs, they still appeared very white and
clean. Her labia weren't large, her vulva was clearly defined, and the surrounding flesh was plump, making her look like a mere slit,
inviting penetration
. With the help of the slippery fluid, I gently inserted a finger into her vagina, gently thrusting it in and out.
Her eyes were glazed, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seeming to radiate lust. She
softly pulled harder on my penis. I increased my speed, her pleasure intensified, and her fluids increased. She
touched her vulva, looked at it, and laughed, saying, "So much fluid, so slippery, so comfortable." She
rubbed my scrotum with her hand, which was covered in vaginal fluid, and stroked my penis.
Suddenly, her buttocks twisted violently, she snorted, and said, "Put three hands
in ."
Her vulva contracted under the stimulation of my middle finger; I felt a tight grip. I looked at her suspiciously
. She understood what I meant and said, "It's okay. Try it." I listened to her and
inserted three fingers. It was really strange; I didn't feel much difficulty, and it went in smoothly, feeling the same
tight grip. I said with a bit of admiration, "Your vagina is so elastic." "Yes. Everyone says so. I
once tried putting a Coke in. But once when I was with a man with a very small penis, he also
felt I was tight. Oh, right, move faster, yes, right there, faster, faster..."
She suddenly became breathless, and I listened to her and moved hard. Suddenly, she
let out ," and my three fingers felt a distinct contraction. She lay on top of me, her two huge
breasts swaying on my mouth and nose. I felt I was about to come, so I quickly told her that I was about to ejaculate. She quickly
squatted down in front of me, her eyes fixed on my glans, one hand touching my scrotum, and the other skillfully stroking it. "Shoot
, shoot, shoot at me." I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a throbbing of my penis, a thick stream of semen shot
directly onto her forehead...

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