My mom's mature female colleague

She has always been the most feminine woman in my heart. Even now, with so many beautiful women on TV and in books, I still think she's the best. Because she left me with indelible memories.

She was my mother's colleague. Back then, we hadn't bought houses yet; we both lived in company-allocated dormitories, and we were neighbors.

I was young then, in my final year of junior high, and her son was in sixth grade. I usually looked after her son; he would always come to me when he was bullied, and she knew this, though she didn't allow it, she was probably still grateful.

At that time, I was always hanging out outside, my studies were terrible, and I associated with all sorts of shady characters. That year, the internet started becoming popular in our area. Before that, computer rooms were for playing single-player games, like Monopoly and Red Alert. Back then, having more than ten computers made it an internet cafe.

Online, I read a lot of erotic novels, looked at pictures, and watched a lot of movies. I don't know why, but every time I fantasized, it was about her. My next-door neighbor, Aunt Cheng, my mother's old colleague. Her husband was very honest and easygoing, but he liked to brag. I didn't really talk to him. His job was plumbing and welding, and sometimes during peak season he wouldn't get home until 1 or 2 AM.

From then on, I fantasized about her every time I saw her, even at night. I'd fall asleep with an erection, and wake up with an erection. I secretly resolved to get her.

I'm a humorous person and good at charming people. Sometimes when I saw her coming back from grocery shopping, I'd offer to help her carry the groceries, chatting as we walked, making her happy. Her laughter was natural and unpretentious. I wondered what her moans sounded like in bed.

It was one day in August, right after I graduated. Around 3 PM, I saw her carrying dumplings and noodles when I went upstairs. Because I was behind her, I could see her big butt swaying, and I could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. I offered to help her carry the groceries, and she turned to look at me and said thank you. I said it was nothing, it was my pleasure! We lived on the same floor. She opened the door and went inside. I felt a little reluctant to let her go, but I was young and lacked courage, so I didn't dare to do anything. Just as I was about to open the door, still wanting more, she opened it again, poked her head out, and said, "Haibo, could you help me move the refrigerator? The power connection is bad, it keeps cutting out." I immediately said yes, took off my shoes, and went inside. I noticed that Mao Mao (her son's nickname) wasn't there. I asked, "Where's Mao Mao?" She said, "He went to his maternal grandma's house. I'm packing up to go there too. Your uncle's construction site is in Houhu, and Mao Mao is on holiday, so we're all going there. It'll be more convenient for him to go to work." I asked, "When are you coming back? What will I do if I miss you?" She laughed and said, "You really know how to talk." I wasn't being coy; I genuinely felt sorry for them. I looked deeply into her eyes, and after about 56 seconds, her gaze shifted away rather awkwardly. I say awkwardly because it was the first time I'd ever seen her look like that. I started moving the refrigerator. Even though I'm a young man, it was still quite difficult. It took the two of us to move it. It turned out the power strip was old and loose, which was causing the constant power outages. After I finished everything, I was drenched in sweat; it was incredibly hot. I washed my hands and spat out the gum in my mouth. I'd been chewing gum since I saw her upstairs because my breath smelled bad from smoking, and I didn't want to leave a bad impression.

It was just the two of us in the room, and the silence was awkward. She said, "You must be exhausted, have an ice pop," and walked towards the refrigerator, bending over to get it with her back to me. I don't know where I got the courage, but I lunged forward and hugged her from behind. She gasped and quickly told me to let go. I was both scared and excited, and I said things only she could hear: "I like you, I love you, Aunt Cheng, I love you, really." She grabbed my hand, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? What are you doing?" I said, "It's true, I'd rather die than lie to you. Aunt Cheng, can I kiss you? Just once." She started to struggle, but I held her tightly, holding her firmly. She said, "Let go, and I'll pretend nothing happened, I won't blame you. Let go." Next to her refrigerator was the sofa. I picked her up and threw her onto it, pressing my body against hers and groping her limp body with my hands. That moment felt like a dream; years of pent-up lust erupted, and I trembled with excitement.

I inhaled her scent, the fragrance of her hair. Looking at her sweaty face, flushed from the heat, I completely lost control. I thought to myself, even if she accuses me of rape, I'll accept it. Her low, soft breaths seemed to hold back her words. She was so alluring. I kissed her lips, and a surge of intense pleasure coursed through my body. She bit her lip, trying to stop my tongue, so I sucked on her lips and licked her ear. Although she still resisted, she couldn't stop my passion. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker until she was completely at my mercy, like a lamb. I slipped my tongue inside her again; her teeth parted slightly, and I took the opportunity to insert my tongue, intertwining it with hers. I pulled down her shirt, took off her bra, and began to fondle her large breasts. Her breasts were slightly sagging, but still large and full. Her nipples stood erect like small grapes, which I pinched and played with.

I pulled down her skirt and panties; the cotton panties felt a little damp. I simply knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and a deep red vulva was hidden beneath thick pubic hair. I had watched many pornographic films and read many books, and had fantasized about licking her vulva more than once, so I was much calmer at that moment. I opened my mouth wide, still wanting nothing more than to devour her vulva. I took her vulva into my mouth. It was very wet. Because she hadn't showered, she was sweating a lot. There was a urine smell, which further stimulated my lust. I licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She was excited, as if pushing my head, or perhaps hugging it; she started grabbing my hair. She moaned, saying, "Don't lick, it's dirty." I said, "Aunt Cheng's vulva isn't dirty, it smells good. I'll lick it every day from now on." I stuck my tongue into her vagina. She arched her back, as if afraid my tongue wouldn't go in deep enough. I pulled down my pants; my penis was already throbbing and hard. She was naked from the waist down, but still wearing clothes on her upper body. The scene, even now, feels lewd when I recall it.

I aimed at her large vagina and thrust in. Although I had sex before, I had never experienced anything so stimulating, so I bumped around her vulva. She didn't realize that this slight movement was so stimulating that my penis slid in easily. She moaned; her vagina was very wet from my licking, so it went in smoothly. It was like a little mouth, sucking on my penis. Perhaps because I was too excited, I came quickly. But I was young and had good stamina, so I got hard again in no time. I did it four times, and she ejaculated on the last time. At the time, I didn't know what it felt like for a woman to ejaculate; I just felt that her vagina suddenly became much wet. So much wet. When I pulled out my penis, water was dripping onto the floor. From beginning to end, we went at it for over two hours. She wasn't as reserved as before; she seemed more natural. I hugged her and asked, "Aunt Cheng, do you like it?" She didn't answer, so I asked again. She pinched my inner thigh hard and said, "You're so naughty."

We maintained this relationship from then on until 2007. She was diagnosed with breast cancer. Her right breast was removed. That's when our five-year relationship ended. Actually, towards the end, she was really infatuated with being with me. Because of me, she went for beauty treatments, maintained her figure, and exercised every day. Although these are small details, I was really touched.

Here, I want to clarify something: some people think that a woman's dark vulva is the result of promiscuity. That's not true. Over the years, besides me, only her husband and my wife have had sex with Aunt Cheng.

Also, there's my wife, whom I met when I was 18, and whom I deflowered. Her vulva was dark from the first time I saw it. So, some women are born with dark vulvas; don't misunderstand and miss out on a lifelong relationship because of dark vulvas!

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