My classmate's mother and the lonely teacher

Shao was my classmate in college, but we were in different majors. Our dorm was a mixed dorm; besides Shao and me, the other two were local students from a lower grade. Shao was a bit short and chubby, and because of his somewhat withdrawn personality, he didn't get along very well with his classmates, but he and I got along quite well.
His father worked in a government department in a prefecture-level city in our province, and his mother was a teacher at a key middle school; his father was supposedly a minor leader in the government. His parents often visited him at his school in the provincial capital.
Shao's mother was in her forties at the time, quite beautiful and full-figured. Perhaps because of her profession as a teacher, she had a very intellectual air about her and seemed very dignified. His father, however, was a bit dark-skinned and overweight. Every time they came, they would bring small gifts for us in the dorm. We were always very polite to them. They would usually stay for two or three days, cleaning and doing other chores.

Once, Shao's father went on a business trip for almost a month. His mother came to visit him, cleaning and tidying up with great enthusiasm. That day, coincidentally, my afternoon class was canceled due to an unexpected matter with the teacher. When I returned to the dorm, the other three were gone, only Shao's mother was hanging clothes. I happened to see her standing precariously on a stool, hanging clothes on the rack on the balcony. I remember she was wearing a short skirt, black stockings, and high heels; her buttocks looked quite full. I casually asked, "Auntie, where are they?" and learned the other students had gone to class. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly went over and said, "Auntie, that's too dangerous. Be careful not to slip." The stool had metal legs, and the dorm floor was slippery tile. Shao's mother said shakily, "Help me." So I stepped forward, supporting her waist and hips with my left hand and her waist with my right. A warm, soft feeling spread through my hands. After she finished hanging the clothes, as she got off the stool, I boldly and deliberately touched her buttocks lightly. But she didn't seem to mind; this was our first time together.

In the second semester of our junior year, Shao and I planned to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so we rented a small apartment together, each with a bedroom and a small living room. I remember once, his mother came to visit him alone, and that's when I started to have feelings for her. That evening, during dinner, Shao suggested his mother sleep in my room because Shao wasn't very hygienic, and my room was cleaner. I was secretly pleased, as I happened to have a Ming-Qing erotic novel called "Happy Enemies," which I placed under my pillow. There was a section about "the younger brother-in-law exposing his genitals to seduce his sister-in-law on a summer night," and I folded a page. That night, I was excited, imagining Shao's mother would definitely see that chapter.

The next morning, Shao went to class, but I didn't. I went back to my room, eager to check, and sure enough, the book was misplaced, and the folded page was open. I remembered putting the book upside down, but now it looked right-side up. I felt a surge of smug satisfaction. I tried to find some trace in the wastebasket, but found nothing. I deliberately went to the living room to talk to Shao's mother. The aunt was cleaning in the living room when I offered her a glass of water to relax. During our chat, we talked about online chatting, and I took the opportunity to ask if she chatted online often. She said occasionally, mainly video chatting with her son. I then asked for her QQ number, and we chatted frequently afterward, and I confided in her about my troubles, but I never dared to be too forward.

Later, after failing my postgraduate entrance exam, Shao went to Beijing to work, while I stayed in the provincial capital. Because I enjoy photography, I took many photos and posted them on my QQ space. Since I often posted photos, Shao's mother would often give me comments. Because I had just started working and didn't have money to date, I felt lonely, so I often chatted with the aunt. Gradually, I started making suggestive jokes, saying she was elegant, refined, and dignified, etc. She was very happy and often sent me some of her photos for comments. Of course, I praised her elegance, intellect, and sex appeal. Naturally, I also masturbated a lot while looking at her photos. Although I often praised her and said some ambiguous things, I felt she enjoyed it and never got angry. Later, I told her that I had liked her back in college, which made her laugh out loud. She said she was too old, otherwise she could have pursued me, a handsome young man. Joking aside, I was afraid of making a move, so I never dared to.

Then one night, after drinking a little, I was too excited to sleep, so I sent a sniffer's message to Shao's mother. I sent it several times but didn't get a reply. I was just about to watch porn and masturbate when she sent another sniffer's message saying that her uncle had gone to Tibet for aid work, and she was all alone at home. She said that the whole school had been very busy with the college entrance exams, and now that the exams were over, she could finally relax. She had eaten out with friends that night and had just gotten back to take a shower. That night, fueled by alcohol, I was a little bolder, and I deliberately said I wanted to see her after she showered, but she refused. I kept calling her "Auntie" in a cheesy way, begging her, and finally she opened the sniffer's window. She was wearing a low-cut nightgown. I couldn't resist putting the computer on my lap and starting to masturbate. At that moment, the computer kept shaking, and she said, "Why is your video shaking so much?" Because we were both using laptops, chatting in bed late at night, and having drunk some alcohol, I was in a rush and typed without hesitation: "Auntie, I'm watching you masturbate." I would never normally say that in a voice chat. Sure enough, she immediately turned off the video and sent a message: "You can't do this, I'm your auntie!" I kept trying to video chat, but she kept refusing. I begged her repeatedly, saying I'd never do it again, but she still wouldn't listen. Finally, she said if we wanted to chat, we could have a voice chat.

I got my headphones and sent a voice message, apologizing first, then telling her how much I liked her, and recounting a few scenes from our school days. Because it was a voice chat, without video, I wasn't ashamed. Voice chat late at night is definitely a time for indulgence. I subtly brought up the topic of masturbating her earlier. Most of the time I was talking, and she was listening, only responding when necessary. Later, I said that I saw her wearing a low-cut bra that night and felt very aroused, wanting to kiss her body passionately. As I said this, I started masturbating wildly. Suddenly, a groan came from my headphones. At first, I didn't pay attention. Then I heard another groan. I stupidly kept asking, "Auntie, are you listening to me?" She gave a muffled "Mmm." Suddenly, I wondered if she was masturbating too. So I asked her directly, "Auntie, are you masturbating? I heard your groans!" Actually, I was just trying to trick her. She remained silent. I asked twice more, and suddenly, her groans burst forth like a flood. Her suppressed gasps came out without restraint. She said, "Xiao Wu, stop talking, I feel so uncomfortable." That's exactly what I wanted—for you to feel uncomfortable. I pressed my advantage, saying, "Auntie, let me help you, okay? I want to kiss your nipples, caress your breasts, and rub your clitoris with my fingers..." Each word elicited a stimulating moan from her. From then on, almost every night, we would wait for each other, followed by unrestrained stimulation and moans in the darkness. Eventually, we started watching each other's videos of sex. Every time she saw my erect, rock-hard penis, Aunt Shao would drool... Not long after, Aunt Shao's family bought a fully furnished apartment in the provincial capital, planning for her and her uncle to retire there. Later, when she came to the provincial capital alone, I finally won her over. When she came alone, I treated her to a meal. During the meal, I touched her thigh under the table with my foot, and to my surprise, she blushed. After dinner, I took a taxi to my rented apartment. As soon as we entered, we embraced. After undressing her, we became entangled, and I couldn't wait to penetrate her. She was already incredibly wet; it was a passionate encounter. The first time lasted quite a while, and we were both very satisfied and exhausted, sleeping the entire afternoon. In the evening, I went with her to see her new house. On the way, I told her about the first time I fantasized about her hanging clothes in my dorm room. She said she knew I had touched her briefly, but she thought of me as a young boy and didn't think much of it. I asked her about the Ming-Qing erotic novel, "Happy Enemies," and she confirmed that she had not only read the book but also masturbated, but had thrown the tissues in the bathroom. We talked about these details many times afterward, but we never tired of it… We went into her new house, opened the window, and without turning on the lights, we embraced and kissed passionately. I roughly pulled off her stockings and made her lie face down on the bed in the bedroom with her back to me. Above the headboard hung her and her husband's wedding photo. I masturbated, penetrated her, and thrust repeatedly under her husband's gaze… Later, my aunt told me that her husband was five years older than her, his sexual ability was originally average, and because of work, he drank a lot and was overweight, he had developed premature ejaculation in recent years and could no longer satisfy her. I think the reason my aunt was able to accept me back then was perhaps because I was the right person who appeared at the right time.

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