I still prefer mature women.

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I was studying in Jilin in 2005, when the internet was just becoming popular (for me). I became hopelessly addicted to QQ. I used to be a fool and would add people, asking, "Hello, can we be friends?" Looking back, it's ridiculous. Maybe I've had a thing for mature women since college. I even masturbated to my English teacher's underwear in high school. I accidentally added a girl named "Free Fish," who was from Wuhan. I didn't think much of it at the time. Back then, it was in the computer lab, and it was only 60 cents an hour, which seemed cheap. I chatted with her in that environment, and we gradually started talking about everything. Later, I found out she was a housewife with nothing to do. So, I started video chatting with her from the back corner with headphones and a webcam. After a few months, I got into the habit of taking pictures of her every day and making a photo album with captions to show her. I didn't know how I felt about her at the time. Later, as we got to know each other better, I started calling her "sister." For a while, I couldn't stop thinking about her every day. I tentatively told her about it. Actually, she didn't have any other ideas at the time, but I did. I would get angry when I found out she was chatting with other people. She would also act like a child.
One day, we suddenly started talking about sex. She asked if I was a virgin, and I was indeed (of course, I gave her my first time). I told her, and we gradually felt closer. Later, she would jokingly say not to get a girlfriend and to save her my first time. I would always agree, calling her "my dear wife" (and I started calling her "wife" in a flirtatious way).
In 2006, my sophomore year, near summer vacation, I said I'd go to her place. She was surprised and didn't immediately agree. A few days later, we were chatting as usual. I said I'd bring her my first time, telling her I always thought she'd masturbate because we were already very familiar. She laughed and said I shouldn't lie to her, that I wasn't sure if I was a virgin. She wanted to see my penis. I was still in the computer lab at the time, and I said there were too many people, so I'd go to an internet cafe that night. Maybe I was too excited. That night, she was indeed waiting for me. I went to an internet cafe called "Quick Internet Cafe" near the south gate of the school... I booked a private room. Feeling guilty, it was a two-person room, so I pulled the curtain closed. I didn't dare put my headphones on properly and started video chatting with her. I was a little nervous at first, but then we started talking about my visit to her place. She probably missed me too, and said she wanted to check. I pulled my pants down to my thighs, my penis was rock hard, and I could see the stripes between the red glans and the clear fluid seeping out. She seemed a little excited and said I was definitely a virgin, and even told me how to tell if someone was a virgin, like how the eyebrows are tufted together, not spread out, and the glans is pink, not grayish-white. I was very excited that night, afraid someone would come in, so I quickly pulled my pants back up.
Later, in the days leading up to summer vacation, nude video chats became commonplace. Finally, one day I saw her breasts; they weren't big, and they were spread out to the sides. (Later, after we got together, I found out she was a 75B.) She was very small, with two nipples when she lay down, but I really liked her. Summer vacation was approaching, and we became increasingly close. Even her daughter knew her mother had me online, and would always call out in video chat, "Mom's chatting with her son again!" (Her relatives and friends also knew she had me online; she told them I was her son. Later, when I went to Wuhan and met many of her friends, they still thought so too, including her younger brother, who thought I was her illegitimate child. Only my husband, Tang, and her daughter, Tangtang, knew I was her online friend. When I was working in Wuhan, I called her husband "Uncle Tang," but my godmother usually said things like, "Your Tang's dad," and so on. I was used to it.) She calls me Dad Tang, and Tangtang is my sister. One day, she was probably at a party and had a few drinks. She was a little excited, and I suddenly said I wanted to see her genitals. To my surprise, she agreed. Because it's hot in Wuhan, everyone wears tank tops. She lifted her skirt, and what came into view was a pubic area. Although it wasn't very thick, it was still very striking. She suddenly spread her labia with her hand, and my mind went blank. All I could think of was a dark, fish-like abalone with tentacles. I only remember her last words being, "Son, is it pretty?" I thought she wouldn't talk to me the next day, but she seemed to have thought something through and agreed to come pick me up during my summer vacation.
I remember it clearly. On June 28, 2006, I took a train, transferred at Jinan East Station, and arrived at Wuchang Station the next day. (I have to tell you something that really infuriated me. I met three people from Zhumadian, who seemed to be migrant workers. They cheated me out of 30 yuan, saying they didn't have much money, just enough for the train ticket, and that they were going to buy some food on the train. They said someone would pick them up in Zhumadian and they would pay me back. But when we arrived at the station, the three of them ran away in a hurry. Was 30 yuan really worth it? Damn it! Luckily, I was smart and hid 200 yuan myself. Damn it, so disgusting.) It was almost dark when I arrived at the station, so I used a public landline next to the train station exit to call their mobile phone number. When no one answered, I was stunned. I called three times and still no one answered. Maybe it was because I was young or because I cared too much, but suddenly I burst into tears. I walked outside with my bag. It was very hot in Wuhan, and I, being from the north, was really not used to it. It was just like in a TV drama. Suddenly, she stood in front of me, smiling. I cried. She was wearing a dress with lotus flowers on it and didn't look like a 42-year-old. We didn't talk much after that. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand tightly. She told me that she saw me as soon as she got off the train. I still cried (it's funny, isn't it?). Later, I found out that she was at the Jiaye Hotel on the west side of Zhongshan Avenue. She had ordered food, but I don't remember what it was, except that it was barbecue. After we finished eating, she had the driver take me for a drive around the Yangtze River Bridge before we went back to her house. I thought I would be staying out, but she let me stay in Tangtang's room (later, Tangtang argued with me all the time, saying that her room always smelled strongly of smoke when I came home. She had a computer in her room, and I would smoke while using the internet. I got used to it then and genuinely treated her like a little sister. Don't get the wrong idea, I've never had any sexual interest in her).
Her house was near the Fruit Lake Building on Donghu Road. The room was large, and no one was home. That's when I learned that Tangtang's father often worked night shifts (I won't mention his workplace, he's a civil servant, it wouldn't be good if it got found out). Tangtang was... I was working at Jinma Kaixuan Home Furnishings and didn't get home until Sunday. She didn't let me stay in the guest room, which surprised and delighted me. To be honest, my godmother is a very clean person. She told me to take a shower first, which I wasn't used to at first. The clothes I brought were rather plain and dirty, but she was very thoughtful and had already bought them for me (she had sent me clothes several times since we met in college, so she knew my size). So I went to shower, and when I came out, I saw her had changed into the slip dress we'd been chatting in, tucked into her waistband, and was squatting there washing my dirty clothes. After she finished, she spun them out of the washing machine and hung them on the balcony… I just watched her busy herself, and she would occasionally glance at me. Maybe it was because I was young then, not even 21 years old, but she was just curious, not afraid. There was no awkwardness between us; it just felt very real. She looked even younger than in the videos, wearing light makeup, and was very beautiful (my godmother is a great beauty, really). After she finished everything, she told me to go and rest. I wasn't used to having the air conditioning on, and it was unbearably hot. She laughed at me, calling me a complete idiot (at first I didn't know, but later I learned it meant dirty and silly).
She turned on the light for me, and then she went back to her own bedroom. Our bedrooms are next to each other. I didn't want to sleep, so I followed her into her bedroom. She only turned on the bedside lamp, creating a slightly reddish, hazy atmosphere. I don't know where I got the courage, but I pushed her onto the bed. She looked at me, and I kissed her. She didn't avoid me. I just pulled up her nightgown. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I kissed her nipple. She hummed softly and touched my head. I went to take off her panties, and she tried to block me, asking if I really wanted to do this. I joked, "I'm giving you my first time. Didn't you say you wanted to take my virginity?" She suddenly laughed, "You little rascal," and then let go. It was the first time I'd seen a real woman's genitals up close. Her genitals seemed to have been trimmed; they were very neat. Her labia were large, like the butterfly shape I know now. I imitated what I'd seen in porn and kissed her. There was a faint, slightly fishy smell, not very strong. Her area was wet, with a clear fluid flowing out (she never let me touch it with my hands, saying they were dirty). I also tried to stick my tongue in. I felt her hand gripping my hair tightly; I knew she liked me too. But then tragedy struck. When I penetrated her... At first, I couldn't get it in, and she had to grab my penis and guide it in. The first time wasn't very pleasant; the area between my glans and foreskin was strained. At the time, I just felt it smoothly enter a warm, moist place. It wasn't very tight, definitely not like in novels, but it wasn't loose either. I tried thrusting, and it went smoothly. My godmother is the gentle type; her moans aren't loud, just soft hums. When she gets excited, she kisses me hard. Everyone knows the first time is quick, and I was no exception; I ejaculated quickly. She never let me use a condom; I always ejaculated. Inside (I later learned she had an IUD, but there are times when it's not safe; she got pregnant in 2010, and I knew it was mine. I didn't know how it felt. The hospital said it was four weeks, so I had an abortion. Later I found out the IUD had loosened, which is what I regret the most. Sometimes I think if my godmother could have a child for me, my life would be worth it). At that moment, I just felt like I was flying. Then I lay on top of her and said, "My first time is gone just like that." My godmother laughed and said, "You little rascal, you've become a little man." She loved me very much, including in our future life. She opened the bedside table, took out some toilet paper, wrapped it up for me, tore off a piece, folded it slowly, and then put it at the entrance of her vagina. Because it was my first time, I was too embarrassed to look at the semen flowing out of her vagina (of course, later, I always liked to look, it always flowed on the sheets). After a while, we went to take a shower. This time, she and I showered together. She washed me, including my penis (speaking of which, I have to complain. I hate showering in Wuhan in the summer. As long as I go out, even just for a walk, I have to shower when I come back. Five or six times a day is still a lot, ugh). After we got back, we made love in Tangtang's room. I was very satisfied with these few times, and I felt my godmother was also very satisfied because I could feel her vagina gripping my penis tightly even before I ejaculated. Later, she said she had at least five orgasms that night, but I didn't know that. The first night was spent making love. I can't remember exactly how many times we did it in the second half of the night, and in the end, I was still inside her vagina. Now I feel that being young is really great. It was 4 a.m. when I got up to take a shower (I don't know how many times I showered). I just remember my godmother saying I was crazy, and then I was moaning. Hmph,
until the next morning when Tang's dad came home, I was still half asleep. To be honest, Tang's dad is a very good person. I don't know if he knew about me and my godmother, but he was very good to me. I still remember the first thing Tang's dad said to me when he got home was, "Kid, welcome to Wuhan. Have a few more days." Tang's dad is a great cook. I especially love his Wuchang fish, braised in soy sauce. Hehe, my godmother was still sleeping. (I think at that time, Tang's dad had absolutely no idea that my godmother and I had slept together all night, at least seven times, until I was completely exhausted and my penis was numb.) I stayed in Wuhan for six days, every morning... My godmother would wake me up every day. The two of us, having an affair, were like addicts, staying indoors all day just to make love. At that moment, I was somewhat grateful for the customs of the people of Wuhan (getting up early to dance and have breakfast, shopping in the morning, resting until 2 pm, and going out to dance in the square after dinner in the evening) which gave my godmother and me plenty of time. I stayed in Wuhan for 6 days, and I don't remember how many times I made love with my godmother, but it must have been at least 30 times. We did it everywhere in the house—the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, even on the balcony. We also went out to play one night and made love in the park next to Fruit Lake Square. I'm grateful for summer, and most of all, I'm grateful for the summer in Wuhan.
Six days later I left. At that time, Wuchang Railway Station was still under major repair. My godmother and godmother saw me off. My godmother gave me 5,000 yuan in private, as well as two pairs of soft blue Yellow Crane Tower shoes that now sell for 19 yuan. Tang's dad carried my luggage and gave me many clothes. When I entered the waiting hall (the station was under major repair, and family members seeing people off were not allowed in), Tang's dad bought me a sleeper ticket, a T-series train to Changchun, for 542 yuan. I remember it very clearly. He also gave me 1,000 yuan. (I don't care whether they are rich or not. I only know that they are very good to me. Putting aside what happened between my godmother and me, apart from feeling morally guilty, I have not done anything to wrong Tang's dad. I sincerely hope that he will be healthy in the future. As long as I can, I will definitely respect and honor him.) Suddenly, when I turned around, I cried. I was very sad. Tang's dad said, "What's a man crying for? Come back after graduation. I'll arrange it for you." Then my trip to Wuhan during my sophomore year ended. I did not go back to my hometown, even though my home is in Shandong. I still resolutely went back to school.
Until I graduated from university, during this period, my godmother and I continued our online and phone conversations (after returning home, I bought my first cell phone, a Nokia, which was expensive, so I texted every day). In the first semester of my senior year, my godmother specially visited my home in Shandong for three days. Of course, in that environment, we also had our share of stories (I'm grateful she didn't mind my poor family's situation and even enjoyed staying there; later, Tangtang also visited, and she still does often). On July 12, 2009, I graduated from university. I returned to my hometown for less than two weeks, and on July 26, I officially arrived in Wuhan, beginning my seven-year-long journey there, which continues to this day. During this time, my godmother gradually got used to me becoming part of their family. Tangtang calls me "brother," and I've established my own identity in their social and family circles: my godmother's "illegitimate son," their godson. My work is going well, but I've never had a girlfriend, which has become a source of worry for my godmother. She's the only woman I've ever been with, and she always says it's because of me. My godmother is 51 years old, but she still seems... Last week when I was young
, I went back home and made love with my godmother. I said that when we're old, our story will be interesting and meaningful to look back on. It's real but also legendary. So, on a business trip night, I wrote this down. I don't mean to show off or reveal any privacy, so I won't post any photos. I know that over the past 10 years, we've become family. My godfather is 12 years older than my godmother, but he doesn't look old. I'm still as casual as ever at their house. I'm already over 30, but my godmother is still a virtuous housewife at home. In the summer, she still wears a camisole nightgown, without a bra or even underwear. I wonder if my godfather has ever suspected anything. At least I haven't noticed anything from our interactions. He's still just as affectionate towards me. Sometimes I even help him with small things. I don't say anything because I know that what they do for me is incomparable to what I do for him. I can only say in my heart that I'm not a bad person. I just couldn't control my penis and my love for my godmother (which is still burning). Tangtang is very good to me, even though we often argue. She got married last year and gave me a niece this year. I know Tangtang knows about my relationship with my godmother. Once, my godmother and I were making love in her room and didn't hear the door open. When we came out to shower, Tangtang was already in her room, saying, "Mom, really, you didn't even know I was back." I don't know if she told Tang's dad, but I know from my godmother that Tangtang is very smart; at least she won't tell her dad or look down on her mom. I don't understand their mother-daughter relationship, but I do know they are very good to each other, and we get along very well. This is a
true story; the surname is fake, but the location is real, though you won't find it. I'm not showing off; this is just dedicated to my 10 years of life with my godmother and to everything she has done for me. In my heart, you are 51 years old, but you are still the 42-year-old I know, still the 20-year-old girl in my eyes, even though I like mature women.

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