fat old lady

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For the past three years, every summer evening, a large, obese elderly woman in a sleeveless, loose t-shirt would appear in that square. She seemed to be from the countryside, probably living with her children. She was about 65 years old, around 1.55 meters tall, and extremely obese, probably weighing around 200 pounds. It was a sweltering summer evening; Beijing summers rarely have wind, making it feel like a sauna, so many people came to the square to cool off. I wandered around aimlessly, my main purpose, of course, being to find an elderly woman I liked. There were many elderly women coming and going in the square, some with their spouses, others pushing strollers with their grandchildren (great-grandchildren) to escape the heat. Fat or thin, red or green, large-breasted or small-breasted, all sorts. My eyes scanned the surroundings, not missing a single woman, and my erection was already as hard as an iron rod. That day, I happened to be wearing very thin shorts, so the tent in my pants was very obvious. Many elderly women passed by me, and I seemed to notice them staring intently at my genitals. I wasn't ashamed; I returned the stare by their own eyes at their breasts. Just then, a plump old woman walked towards me, her steps unsteady. My long-standing sensitivity to elderly women made me notice her immediately. Yes, she was the most perfect example of my ideal elderly woman I had ever seen. That day, she wore a very ordinary white sleeveless loose t-shirt, with a very low neckline and wide openings under the armpits. The shirt had been worn for many years and was yellowed. She wore dark blue trousers, the kind most common during the Cultural Revolution. Slowly, she came closer, and now I could see her more clearly. The most striking feature was her enormous breasts, sagging and swaying with her every step. Because she wasn't wearing a bra (she probably never had), her breasts were particularly prominent beneath her thin clothing. I swallowed hard; my blood seemed to rush through my veins, my face burned, and my hands trembled slightly. Looking up, I saw a square face, a pair of loving glasses that shone with maternal warmth, and above those eyes, two slightly sparse eyebrows that bent over with laughter. The old woman had short, slightly graying hair. Her small mouth was quite beautiful, slightly open to reveal pearly white teeth. The old woman's face was a little dark, contrasting sharply with her snow-white neck and arms. Her lower body consisted of two thick thighs, firmly encased in blue trousers. Just then, the old woman walked up to me. Seeing an empty seat on the chair next to me, she slowly turned around and sat down, her enormous buttocks almost touching my chest. She had come alone today. Perhaps because I looked young, or perhaps because of her kind heart, she seemed completely unguarded by my gaze fixed on her breasts.

"It's so hot today. I just finished eating, come and cool off," she said. As soon as she spoke, I knew she was from Hebei. "Yes, it's so hot at school I can't even concentrate on my studies," I replied, barely suppressing my excitement, my eyes still fixed on her breasts and body. "It's Wednesday, you should be in school."

"Grandma, what are you saying? What time is it now? Besides, I'm a university student, not a high school student, I have to go to school all day." "You're a university student? Which school?" "xxxx."

At this point, the old woman's usual chatterbox opened up. She talked about how when they were young, not many people went to school. Her son, because the family was poor, didn't get much education either. Now, with her grandson, who was about my age, he was a good-for-nothing who dropped out of high school and was now a ghost in another city, never seen all year round. I comforted her, saying that young people have their own paths, and the old woman didn't need to worry. That evening, we chatted a lot. When she got excited, she gestured wildly, her two large breasts swaying back and forth. Before we knew it, it was dark, and she had to go home to cook. I immediately helped her up from the chair. Unexpectedly, the moment I bent down, she also leaned forward, preparing to stand. At that moment, through the wide neckline of her dress, I could see her incredibly alluring breasts—of course, only a portion, because they were so large. I held her right wrist with my left hand, and naturally reached for her left wrist with my right to help her up. But at that moment, my right hand almost cupped her left breast from below, and then, embarrassed, I slid to my right side to support her left hand. These consecutive movements took less than two seconds, but in my mind, it felt like twenty minutes; the feeling of my right hand touching her large breasts was completely etched into my brain. The old woman seemed oblivious, but I noticed she stared at my erect penis. That day, I took her to her house and watched her until she entered. From behind, I could see her plump buttocks swaying as she walked in.

A sleepless night, I fantasized about making love to her, imagining holding her large breasts, curling up in her plump, fleshy embrace, sucking and playing with them incessantly, then pressing down on her flesh, kissing her forehead, nose, and mouth; then spreading her two thick thighs, slowly inserting my rock-hard penis. Then slowly pushing, until finally, exhausted, I ejaculated into her vagina with my "good grandson." I also ejaculated, but only on the sheets in the dormitory. Afterwards, I felt empty and uneasy, so I secretly vowed to get her, to have sex with her every day, and to stay with her forever. If possible, I even hoped she would give me a bunch of chubby boys. I finally got through the night, and then another long day began. I endured the torment, my mind wandering, wanting to fly to the old woman's place. Finally, evening arrived, and I rushed to the square, sitting on the same chair as yesterday. Unlike yesterday, the old women coming and going in front of me today didn't interest me at all. I stared intently in the direction she was going to appear, waiting and waiting… I wasn't disappointed; the old woman appeared. She was alone again, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She saw me from afar, was very happy, and came straight towards me. After we sat down, I noticed the sour, slightly pungent smell emanating from her. This smell stimulated my lust even more than the visual sensation. Old women in rural northern China don't bathe very often, but they don't exercise much and don't sweat much, so her body odor was a mixture of sour sweat, the smell of old age, and the estrogen of mature motherhood. We chatted as usual, but this time, the old woman told me her name. Her surname was Li, and she was from a rural area in Baoding. She had just moved to Beijing this year with her son. She had one son and two daughters; both daughters were married and lived in rural Baoding, while her son, having worked hard in his early years, had bought a house in Beijing. However, her son's life was very difficult; his income was barely enough to make ends meet. As soon as her son was mentioned, she started complaining to me, saying that her daughter-in-law complained that he ate too much, moved too slowly, was ignorant, and couldn't do anything. She couldn't use a rice cooker, open a door, use the gas stove, answer a phone, or use a remote control. Then she talked about how uncomfortable she felt at her son's house, how she had no one to talk to, and how she, a rural old woman, couldn't connect with the other retired women around her. Since I also grew up in the countryside, I started talking about rural life with her, and she went on and on. Finally, she asked if I would be her godson, and I readily agreed—how could I refuse such a wonderful offer? I told her that if she encountered any difficulties at home, she could talk to me, and if she needed any help, she could just call me. For the next twenty days or so, we chatted every day in the square and the nearby parks. Eventually, we couldn't live without each other. One early morning, she called me, almost crying, telling me that she had been scolded by her daughter-in-law early that morning, and her son had also sided with her. She then told me how wronged and helpless she felt. I asked her to meet me. The park was quiet in the early morning, the air slightly cool. As soon as she saw me, she burst into tears in my arms. She mentioned her deceased husband again, and I tried to hold her tighter. Then, she lifted her clothes to wipe her tears, and one breast was completely exposed to me. This was the first time I had ever seen her breast completely. It was so large, sagging, with dark, not very erect nipples, and areolas the same size, the color fading from the nipple outwards. Her belly was large, layered with flesh, and as she sobbed, both her breasts and belly fat trembled, like tofu suddenly being lifted from its lining. Unlike tofu, her skin was so fair and rosy. I tried to hold her breast, then used my other hand to wipe her tears. An old woman is an old woman after all; she didn't find my actions inappropriate at all. On the contrary, she laughed through her tears, laughing at me for touching an adult's breast at my age. Then I became bolder; what was originally a secret act became legitimate after her joke. I simply cupped one of her breasts in both hands and played with it like a basketball. While playing, I teased her, saying, "Look at you, you're so old, but your breasts are still so big and firm. They must have been even bigger when you were young." Unexpectedly, she replied, "When I was young, I didn't have such big breasts. Back then, we were always hungry, skin and bones. I didn't have big breasts; there wasn't even enough milk to feed my son. My breasts only grew bigger as I got older. These past few years, I've gained weight, and my breasts have gotten even bigger, but they've also become increasingly inconvenient. It's like two big bags draped over my shoulders—very heavy, and in this hot summer, it's even hotter!" Rural people are so natural; they don't shy away from breasts. I've seen several women in the countryside gather together, comparing their breasts, with many strong men present, even flirting. Perhaps for Grandma Li (whom I call Grandma Li now), breasts are just breastfeeding organs; she truly treats me like her grandson. I retorted, "Breasts have a big effect; they make you ten years younger." Grandma Li was delighted. "Look at you, so glib! Tomorrow I'll make you carry those two big things, let's see if you still say yes, haha!" Grandma Li laughed as she lifted her clothes higher, revealing her two large breasts for me to play with, as if teasing her grandson.

"My grandson was just like you back then, always wanting to play with my breasts and sleep with me. It's a pity, sons grow up and don't listen to their mothers anymore; now I wonder where he's a hooligan! If my grandson were half as good as you, I'd be perfectly content."

"I am your grandson."

"Haha, yes, you are my grandson, hahaha..."

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