retired female teacher

About five years ago, a mother and son moved into my neighborhood. The woman wasn't particularly pretty, but she dressed quite well; she was around fifty years old and had a cool demeanor, never greeting the neighbors. So, nobody knew what she did for a living. Her son was a high school senior. My house is a detached house in an alley, while she lived in a ground-floor apartment across the street. So, her motorcycle was usually parked in front of my house. Although she didn't greet the neighbors, she would nod to me. Because I'd helped her quite a few times, we weren't too distant! I remember the first time I helped her was when her motorcycle had fallen over and I was about to leave. I helped her pick it up, which broke down the barrier between us. Of course, in the following years, we had quite a few opportunities to interact. Whenever I saw that she needed help, such as when she bought a lot of things or something heavy after get off work, I would ask her if she needed any assistance. Because of this, I had the opportunity to go into her home and learn that she was a teacher at a certain junior high school. She divorced her husband when she was forty because he had an affair. I am ten years older than her son. She often said, "If I had married earlier, her son would be the same age as me." My further contact with her happened last October (when she was 55 and retired, and her son was studying for a master's degree at a university in Tainan). One noon, the weather was quite humid. She bought a folding chair from a supermarket. I happened to be coming home from the bank, so I helped her carry the chair to her house. I was about to leave, but she poured me a glass of water and asked me to stay and chat for a while. She moved another chair... He sat down next to me (on a higher chair). We chatted about everything under the sun (including topics about men and women). She was wearing a skirt, and I noticed how beautiful her legs were. I mustered my courage and said, "Auntie, it's amazing that you maintain such a figure at your age!" She smiled and said, "Because I practice yoga!" Then she lifted her leg, and as she did so, I saw she was wearing yellow underwear. I could vaguely see her pubic hair. At that moment, my penis was already erect through my pants. I guessed she noticed the change in my pants. She then put her leg down, but her legs were slightly open, revealing almost everything under her skirt. I could even see her pubic hair peeking out from under her underwear. I couldn't take it anymore. My blood rushed through my veins, my breathing quickened, and my heart raced. Plus, her son was far away in Tainan, so it was impossible for anyone to come home. I slipped my hand under her skirt and slowly stroked her thigh. She didn't resist. I went further and touched her pubic area. Not only did she not resist, but... She spread her legs so I could fully touch her genitals! I slipped my hand inside her panties—oh my god! They were completely wet, and the fluid was seeping out and staining her panties. At that moment, she closed her eyes, her body trembled slightly, and she moaned. She stood up and moved in front of me, and I took the opportunity to pull off her panties and skirt. So, I sat while she stood, and I licked her clitoris with my tongue (during this time, she took off her clothes and bra). Her genitals smelled of a mixture of female hormones and urine, making my penis incredibly hard. Then I stood up, took off all my clothes, and led her to the sofa so she could lie down. I kissed her sexy, full lips and sucked on her slightly sagging breasts (her physique from practicing yoga was really good). When I was about to insert my penis, perhaps a moral awakening told her that this was immoral. She tried to push me away and said, "No." But I pressed her down, and with my penis so hard, I still managed to penetrate her. She didn't... Instead of refusing, I yielded. Her vagina, unused for decades, was incredibly tight; it would have been difficult to penetrate her if he hadn't been so wet. My penis was tightly enveloped by her vagina, even more comfortable than with my own girlfriend. When I first penetrated, she cried out in pain, so I slowly thrust in and out while kissing her ear. In less than a minute, she softly said, "It feels so good..." And so, I delivered my sperm into her body. As her breathing gradually calmed, she gave me a disapproving look. I panicked and quickly apologized. She picked up her bra, panties, and skirt scattered on the floor and headed towards the room, saying, "Go away." I quickly dressed and left. A few days later, she saw me and invited me to her house. As soon as I entered, I was slapped. I apologized again and hoped she would forgive my impulsiveness (it wasn't entirely my fault). She said, "How will I face the neighbors if they find out?" I said, "As long as we don't tell each other, no one will know!" I could sense she cared a lot! Of course, in the end, I was still kicked out of her house. A week later, around noon, I took the initiative to invite her to the military cemetery on the outskirts of the city to express my deepest apologies (because I was afraid the neighbors would find out I was going into her house too often, so I didn't dare go there again, and besides, no one would be at the cemetery at noon, so we could talk slowly). Around 12:30, I waited for her in the pavilion. My God! I couldn't believe my eyes! She was wearing a dark red suit, flesh-colored stockings, off-white high-heeled sandals, and heavy makeup. I invited her to sit down in the pavilion and apologized again very seriously. She said she was also at fault. I knew she wasn't angry anymore. At this moment, other people drove up. She said, "It's not convenient to talk here." I said, "Then let's go for a walk in the back mountain" (because I almost always exercise here in the morning unless I have an early shift, so I know the back mountain roads very well). She nodded in agreement; because she Walking on the mountain path in a tight skirt and high heels wasn't easy, so I took her hand. She didn't object. We walked and talked, mostly about how we considered it a one-night stand...etc. Before we knew it, we reached the end of the trail. Beyond that point, we were leaving the cemetery area, and someone was building a large mansion there. Perhaps it was fate, but no workers were on site that day. She suggested we go see what the mansion was, so I took her hand and we went upstairs. From the top floor, you could see the entire city. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she pressed herself very close to me as we climbed the stairs. Her lips were painted with a sexy, glossy lipstick. Her eyeshadow, blush... combined with the friction as we climbed the stairs, my penis was already aroused. In the stairwell on the top floor of the construction site, we hugged each other... We kissed each other's ears. She whispered to me that her lipstick wouldn't fade. We French kissed passionately, and I reached under her skirt, caressing her through her pantyhose, and knelt down to suck on her toes. I kissed her from her calves all the way down to her clitoris. Then I pulled down her skirt, pantyhose, and underwear, gently sucking on her clitoris. Her body convulsed slightly, and she let out soft moans. She held onto the stairs, raising her buttocks to expose her already overflowing vulva. My brother then thrust deep inside her, pumping until she convulsed violently and ejaculated. Because we were having sex standing up, the semen flowed down her inner thighs. She didn't have enough tissues to wipe it, so he had to use her panties. The panties were soaked with semen and unwearable, so he had to put on his pantyhose without underwear. As for me, I also ran out of tissues... That's enough. She even knelt down and cleaned my penis with her sexy mouth. Afterwards, he told me he hadn't had sex in twenty years and had long forgotten that feeling. Because I made her bring back that forgotten feeling! Now we still maintain this pattern. In front of others, we pretend we don't know each other, but in the bedroom...! She especially likes "wild sex," at schools, construction sites... we've done it all! Because it's very exciting! Every time we make love, she always dresses up beautifully. Now she calls me "little husband," and I call her "auntie teacher." Although we are 20 years apart, and I have a girlfriend I'm considering marrying, we both believe this relationship will continue even after I get married...! Until she doesn't want it anymore (because she's the one who always initiates contact).

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