He drank with his drunk classmate's mother

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The summer vacation after the middle school entrance exam ended, and I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything comes in waves. Coupled with the curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness. Although it was just a small county town, I was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, my heart filled with curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory, paid my tuition, and began my high school life. In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also influenced by my city friends to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew laughter from my friends. Later, I argued a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother. Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I learned her mother was the vice-chairperson of the county's political consultative conference, and her father, a former anti-corruption bureau chief, had been investigated and punished for corruption. Now, her mother is the head of the household. At the time, I was incredibly in awe of her. Imagine, a country bumpkin, unsophisticated, meeting someone who, in my eyes, was the child of a high-ranking official—how could you not be in awe and try to curry favor? Later, I learned that a vice-chairperson of the political consultative conference is considered a "high-ranking official." As for how I knew that, that's a long story. It happened in the second semester of my first year of high school. Because this friend wasn't doing well in school, she often asked me questions and copied my homework, and I always obliged. So, we were really close. We've always been very close. That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea doing business. After he brought me home, he unceremoniously made me do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play, saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be home for a while, so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief, so I obediently did my homework. Around 3 pm, I heard the door open. I thought it was my friend coming back, so I didn't pay much attention and continued working. Around 4 pm, I finally finished my homework, stretched, and stretched my neck. Then I remembered, "Didn't he come back? Why didn't he come in? Could he be a thief?" Thinking about this, I got a little scared, but I was still curious about who had come in. So I opened the door and carefully went out.

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on. I boldly walked over and pushed open the door to find a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She was only half-undressed, her bra pulled back, revealing only half of her buttocks. I thought to myself, "This must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much; I wonder what she looks like." I mustered my courage and walked to the other side for a closer look. And what I saw made my little brother throb! Her bra had been pulled back, revealing her snow-white breasts. I took a deep breath before focusing my attention on her face. She was prettier than my mother. This was… My first thought upon seeing her face was that although she was older than my mother, she was well-maintained, with fair skin, a few wrinkles around her eyes, small lips, and delicately shaped eyebrows. She was a very refined woman, yet possessed an incredibly mature body. As I looked at her, my penis became very hard. My eyes then swept to her lower body; her pants were slightly pulled down, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. Since sleeping with my mother, I hadn't touched a woman, and now, faced with such temptation, I couldn't resist. At that moment, I didn't care about my friend coming back. What if her mother suddenly woke up? These thoughts filled my mind. I reached out a trembling hand, grabbed her half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was quite rough with her, but she didn't wake up, probably because she had drunk too much. I easily pulled off her pants, and looking at her incredibly alluring body, I eagerly took off my own clothes. Then, naked, with my erect penis, I laid her down, pulled down her underwear, spread her legs, and climbed onto her. Feeling her smooth skin and her fluid body, I panted... With heavy breathing, I guided my penis with one hand and began to try to enter. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her labia vigorously until her breathing became heavy and a few drops of fluid appeared on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. I wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled off her bra, and began to thrust on top of her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on my waist, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets as she endured my thrusts. I also enjoyed the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest, especially since her skin was so good, her breasts were not small, and her vagina was slippery and tight. The combined pleasure was simply too amazing; I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back. I desperately wanted to experience the same sense of accomplishment as making my mother orgasm. I wanted the woman beneath me to climax; it would demonstrate that I was a man, and a very strong one at that. So I exerted myself extra forcefully, and my aunt let out soft moans. Hearing her moans as my penis thrust in and out, like accompaniment, rising and falling with each thrust, I became even more excited. I lifted myself up, watching my penis move in and out of my aunt's vagina, the white foam it brought out, and the sound of the water. My pleasure... As I climbed higher and higher, I felt my climax approaching, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust harder. She arched her back, and just as I was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot fluid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't resist the pleasure either, and I pressed hard against her vagina, my semen gushing deep into her uterus. I felt a wave of emptiness, so I lay on top of her to rest and savor the moment. She was breathing heavily, and the room suddenly became quiet. After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up, looked at me calmly, and said, "Had enough? Get off." I hurriedly and clumsily got up, my vagina... The penis made a sound as it left her body, and hearing that, I felt embarrassed. She laughed when she saw me, saying, "Kids these days are really something! This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in?" So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that it was over, and I could come over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly approved of our relationship and that I could come over often. It sounded unbelievable, but later I heard from other friends... I only found out later that she was promiscuous; several high-ranking officials would occasionally sleep with her. That explained why she didn't seem to mind—she probably saw I was young and wanted a try. After all, I'm 180cm tall, strong from farm work, with a tanned complexion and a very masculine appearance. It's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me. So, I would often visit my friend's house, and to meet his mother, I would often help him with his homework. The reward? His mother's body. I often comforted myself with this thought. After a while, she told me her name was Sun Meiya. In short, that year was wonderful for me, so wonderful it felt unreal.

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