Big-breasted Sister Ma

Flowers bloom and wither, and women are like flowers; their beautiful lives are always short, lasting only a few years. But men after forty are like newly blooming flowers, full of vitality—perhaps a unique vitality belonging to forty-year-old men, or perhaps a fleeting brilliance like the ephemeral beauty of a night-blooming cereus at this particular age.

I am that newly blooming flower, destined to wither alone in the instant of my blossoming.

This is a multi-purpose office on the 17th floor facing the street view. Near the right-hand floor-to-ceiling glass wall, there are faint signs of premature baldness. The person currently engrossed in studying a pen is me. This is a company engaged in the research and development and production of integrated power supply equipment, and I have served it for fifteen years.

My office is responsible for the production management of the civilian power supply manufacturing workshop, commonly known as the manufacturing department. The woman sitting in front of me, browsing products on Taobao, is the protagonist of this story. I can't really judge her exact age. In today's society, there are all kinds of counterfeit and shoddy goods. If you ask me, all the women in the world are the actual creators of these counterfeit products. For example, this woman in front of me, Zhang Tong, I estimate she must be at least 40 years old, but the other two guys in the office insist she's no more than 35. Why such a big difference? Well, I can't blame them. Who am I? After all, I have 40 years of experience with women. So I walked over to Zhang Qiang, gestured towards the door, and the 24-year-old college student immediately stood up. "Brother, do you have a lighter? Gu Peng from the workshop took my lighter this morning." I snapped my fingers and turned to signal him to follow.

Passing Zhou Ang's desk, I kicked him. "I don't want to smoke anymore, Brother Zhang. Four have come this morning."

"Stop talking so much! Hurry up, I don't have a lighter, Brother Chen doesn't have a cigarette. We'd feel bad taking your cigarette if you didn't come!" For Zhou Ang, who joined our department a year after Zhang Qiang, besides me, Zhang Qiang held absolute authority.

Whoosh... A smoke ring swirled around Zhang Qiang's mouth before dissipating. "How much money do you think this woman spends all day? Sister Ma has been looking at Taobao all morning."

"Yeah, she's been looking at Taobao the whole time, and you've been looking at her the whole time too, haven't you?" Zhou Ang said disdainfully.

"So what if I look? Aren't women for men to look at? Brother Chen, don't you think so?"

I smiled and didn't answer. The battle ended quickly, and we all returned to our work stations.

"Your tavern closed its doors to me. Your promise was a child's lie. Please tell me how I'm going to get back at you. It's insignificant..." I picked up my phone. It was Zhu Xiaogang from the workshop calling. I knew why he was calling. "Hey, Lao Zhu, what's wrong?"

"Lao Chen, some of the 400-50 cover plates are leaking. I've found 27 this morning. Should we stop production for a bit?"

"Okay, I'll come down and take a look." After hanging up, I stood up and said to Sister Ma, "Sister Ma, there are too many defective 400-50 cover plates from the pressure test in the workshop this morning. I'll go down and check. Can you tell the warehouse to check the inventory? They might have to be returned to the factory."

"Hmm? Leaking again? Wasn't this a batch that was just replaced the day before yesterday?" Sister Ma always speaks slowly and methodically, which makes it very pleasant to listen to.

I rushed to the workshop, and sure enough, there were a few more defective ones. Without hesitation, I immediately stopped the production line. The workers put down their tools and gathered around to look at them from all angles. "It looks like we can't finish this morning. Everyone, go take a break outside," Old Zhu dismissed everyone, then turned to me and said, "Old Chen, this won't work, we can't do it."

I picked up a piece of the damaged product and looked at the leaking area, saying, "Do their quality inspectors know?" "

Oh, they came to check. They took three to the lab in a small trailer, saying they need to break them open to see if it's a problem with the cover plate's weld joint or the positive and negative electrode voltage channels." "

Let's go take a look." Putting down the damaged product, we walked towards the lab together.

When we entered, Wang Liang and the others had just put down their small cutting machines. Seeing us, they gestured for us to come to the office to talk. Inside the quality inspection office, holding a cover plate that had been cut open, Wang Liang said, "Engineer Chen, it's not a problem with our melting press, but rather that this batch of cover plate plastic parts upstream has holes. Under a 400x microscope, the pores exceed the maximum value."

To be honest, I only know the general idea about this stuff, since I don't deal with that kind of thing.

Back in the office, Sister Ma told me about the inventory in the warehouse. In a subsequent email, I described the problems our department encountered that morning and copied the warehouse, quality control department, and all section chiefs, instructing them to halt production of this batch. At 2 PM, I received a call from the external inspector, who essentially said the supplier was very concerned about the issue and offered to arrange a visit to their facility. I knew this was a form of bribery, so I neither refused nor agreed. The inspector then said they planned to go the day after tomorrow and asked if my group would accompany them. I hesitated for a moment and told him I would reply before the end of the workday.

Kivi Plastic Foundry, located in the Wuxi Industrial Park, is a new parts supplier we contacted in 2018. Our batch cooperation has been quite pleasant, and we haven't encountered similar problems before.

On my way back to the office, I took out my phone and sent a WeChat message to Sister Ma: "Sister Ma, do you know where that Kivi Plastics Foundry is?"

"Isn't it in Wuxi? What's up?"

"Nothing, about that thing this morning. They seem to take it seriously. The external inspector just called me and said they invited us to visit."

"Really? When?"

"They said the day after tomorrow, and asked how many people from our department are coming."

"I'm free, I'll go with you guys."

A hint of anticipation filled my heart, and the blazing sun overhead seemed less intense. Smiling, I put my phone in my pocket, whistling, and stepped into the office.

"Pearl of Taihu Lake"—that's my impression of Wuxi.

The arrangements were very thoughtful. Our group of five stayed at the Wuxi Regent Hotel. Of course, it wasn't going to be Sister Ma and me sharing a room. As the only female member of our group, she received special treatment—a single double room. To be honest, even if Sister Ma and I had shared a room, I wouldn't have had any objections. After all, we're colleagues, and when traveling, we should look out for each other!

After a two-hour drive, we arrived at 9 a.m. We briefly toured the factory and had a simple lunch. The person who greeted us said they would arrange for us to visit the Three Kingdoms City in the afternoon, and there would be a reception in the evening. Our female colleague specifically mentioned wanting to try the "Three Whites of Wuxi," which was supposed to be available that evening.

I looked up at Sister Ma standing in front of me and thought to myself, "Why eat the Three Whites of Wuxi? I want to eat your breasts."

On the way to the scenic area, a small incident occurred, which also set the stage for this trip to Wuxi. Due to a sudden stop by the car in front, Sister Ma, sitting next to me in the back seat, lost her balance and lurched forward. Instinctively, she reached for the seat to brace herself, but this action landed directly on my groin with considerable force, completely pressing against my innocent testicles. Instantly, I gasped, feeling a swelling in my lower abdomen, and my body bent over.

Sister Ma sensed something was wrong, but not wanting to ask loudly, she nervously whispered, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

I was indeed in a lot of pain, and I wasn't faking it, so I didn't answer, just covered my groin with my hand. Of course, I was too embarrassed to tell the people in front of me.

After arriving at the scenic area, I staggered off the bus. Perhaps the person in charge noticed my unusual condition, and asked what was wrong. I casually said that my stomach wasn't feeling well.

Sister Ma glanced at me and told them, "You guys go ahead, I'll walk slowly with him behind."

The person in charge immediately came over and asked, "Should I take you to the hospital to get checked out?"

At this point, the others gathered around and asked me what was wrong. I felt terrible inside. I couldn't very well tell them that Sister Ma had hurt my balls, so I could only awkwardly say, "It's nothing, you guys go ahead. I have a bit of a stomachache, it'll be fine in a bit." After saying that, I glared at Sister Ma. Seeing her apologetic look, I urged, "You guys go ahead, Sister Ma and I will catch up slowly."

After everyone left, I looked at Sister Ma's bewildered expression and said irritably, "My original parts are discontinued, and the aftermarket parts don't work well either. After you pressed them, I guess they're finished."

Sister Ma chuckled and said, "I'll buy you a new one if you break it."

I didn't reply, but pointed to the stone bench in front of me and said, "Let's go sit for a while."

Suddenly, we had a lot to talk about, from work trivia to gossip. Sister Ma said her husband was a welder, and last year he brought back several kilograms of duck necks from Wuhan. They've been eating them ever since, and because they're too spicy, they're still frozen. I asked, "Is your husband in Wuhan?" She said, "Yes, luckily he came back early last year, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to come back after the outbreak." I said, "I'm quite envious that your child is already in school, and you're free and easy at home alone."

Sister Ma glanced at me and said, "Envious my foot! You should go back to work and let your wife have some freedom too."

I said, "No way, I'm in my prime, how can I be without my wife?"

Sister Ma said, "What else do you men think about besides this?"

I said, "What, you know what we men think about?"

Sister Ma said, "You'll have to ask yourself that."

At this point, we suddenly relaxed, and I intentionally steered the conversation in that direction, so I asked, "Are you at ease with your husband being alone out there?"

Sister Ma rolled her eyes at me. She replied, "That depends on individual self-discipline."

I chuckled, "I'm quite self-disciplined."

Sister Ma nodded with a mischievous smile and said, "Let me ask you something. Last time Jiang Yong had his birthday dinner, did you guys go to karaoke after drinking?"

I said, "Yeah, why?"

Sister Ma nodded again and asked, "Did you find some prostitutes?"

I licked my lips, "What are you thinking? They're waitresses."

Sister Ma continued, "I'm just curious, what do the prostitutes in karaoke bars do?"

I looked at her and asked, "You really don't know?"

Sister Ma replied, "I just heard it from others."

I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff: "Life needs some spice too."

"Nonsense!" Sister Ma immediately retorted. "You're trying to describe the mood of finding a prostitute?" I stood up, casually grabbing her hand and saying, "Let's go, dear Sister Ma, my lower body doesn't hurt anymore."

"Hey, Sister Ma."

"What's wrong?" "

Don't tell me, just now when I grabbed your hand, my heart skipped a beat."

"Skip my ass! Go home and hold your wife's hand, let it tremble a little."

"That's different."

"How is it different?"

Hearing this, I directly grasped her hand and said, "Look, when I hold your hand now, I feel like something's about to happen. When I hold my wife's hand, it's like scratching an itch."

Sister Ma laughed and teased, "You should hurry home and be all lovey-dovey with your wife."

Looking at Sister Ma in front of me, I felt my lust rising. I didn't let go of her hand. She looked around but didn't pull away. I realized something: tonight's going to be interesting. You're enjoying the Wuxi Three Whites, and I might be able to enjoy your breasts.

Traveling is tiring; if possible, I'd rather sleep soundly in a comfortable hotel.

Dinner was sumptuous. I feigned a stomachache and didn't drink, but the others, under the host's enthusiastic hospitality, all became tipsy, including Sister Ma, who drank two glasses of red wine.

Back in the room, I waited anxiously for them to fall asleep. Around 11 pm, I heard Luo Jun snoring from next door. I picked up my phone and sent Sister Ma a WeChat message: "Aunt Ma, I'm hungry. Do you have any snacks in your bag?"

Anticipation, waiting, checking my phone, unable to sleep,

I finally received a reply: "Go to hell, Aunt Ma! I didn't bring any snacks. You're hungry?"

I immediately sat up, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

This was my second WeChat message: "Yes, I didn't eat enough."

Sister Ma's reply came instantly: "Eat less tonight, you'll gain weight easily."

I replied: "I'm worried about gaining weight? How about we go get some barbecue?"

A while later, my phone rang, and I smiled. Because Sister Ma's reply was just one word: "Mmm."

The night in Wuxi, the wind of Taihu Lake, stirred my heart.

On the way back to the hotel, I suddenly grabbed Sister Ma's hand and held it there. She didn't resist, and we remained silent. In the elevator, I pulled her into my arms, and she leaned quietly against my shoulder. We were silent!

I don't know how I got into Sister Ma's room, or how we ended up on the bed while kissing. At that moment, all I know is that I sucked on her tongue and tasted her sweet saliva, listening to her suppressed moans. I was lost.

Sister Ma's breasts were truly full, a sea of white, her exquisitely sculpted breasts kneaded into various shapes under my hands, her nipples standing erect like bamboo shoots as I licked and sucked them. I kicked off Sister Ma's skirt and caressed her genitals with my palms. Sister Ma murmured that although life needs a sense of ritual, a hungry lion can't care about the feelings of its prey. I removed the last inch of clothing covering Sister Ma and gently licked her lower abdomen.

At this moment, Sister Ma's breathing was heavy. Shuang'an slowly pushed my head towards her crotch, and I took the opportunity to cover her genitals with my hand, my tongue dancing up and down outside her vagina, taking deep breaths of that unique scent. At this moment, my mind was in a daze, my body only reacting instinctively. I don't know when, but a pubic hair of Sister Ma was sucked into my mouth, playing hide-and-seek with me like a mischievous child. I didn't care about anything else, and deeply probed my tongue into the depths of Sister Ma's crotch, as if that was my home. Ma Jia stroked my hair, her legs tightly clamping my head. In the instant I withdrew my tongue to breathe, I saw a crystal-clear droplet of moisture run down Sister Ma's vagina toward her anus. I buried my face in Sister Ma's crotch again, breathing in the scent of her private parts, like raw clams. My tongue traced along her perineum to her anus. Suddenly, Sister Ma tensed, her lower body thrusting towards my mouth. My tongue roamed around her anus like an eel, occasionally probing deeper. With each gentle probe, Sister Ma's hands tightened, pulling my head closer to her lower body. Finally, Sister Ma sat up, cupped my face, and kissed me. She greedily sucked on my tongue, then lay back down, pressing my head between her legs again. Like a fish in the sea, I greedily sucked on Sister Ma's crotch. Gradually, whether it was the nectar from her or my saliva, the swamp became increasingly muddy.

My tongue roamed over every inch of Sister Ma's skin. Gazing at her snow-white, slender feet, I sucked on each glistening toe, a faint sour smell filling my nostrils. Suddenly, Sister Ma softly spoke, "Come in."

Lying in my arms, looking at Sister Ma's peaceful sleeping face, I smelled her forehead. Sleepiness washed over me, and I knew that the flower that belonged to me had finally fully bloomed.

[The End]

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