Winning over my colleague's elderly mother

Yesterday was International Women's Day, and it was a rare occasion that brought me some joy. Let me tell you what happened yesterday.

I had planned to spend the day with my wife, but her company organized a Women's Day trip out of town, leaving me to stay home alone playing games.

Around noon, a colleague called, saying her mother's computer was broken and asking if I had time to help. She and the other women were out having fun and wouldn't be coming with me.

Assembling a computer is a piece of cake for me, so I agreed to go and take a look. When she first joined our department, she treated a few of us colleagues to lunch at her mother's house, so I knew the way.

I suspected it might require reinstalling the system, so I took a Windows 7 system disk with me. Remembering it was Women's Day, I stopped by a florist and bought a bouquet of flowers as a gift—partly to celebrate Women's Day, and partly to repay the favor her mother had done for us.

When I arrived at her mother's house, she opened the door and the first thing she said was, "Xiaoqin said you'd come! I didn't expect you to come so soon!"

I gave her the flowers and said, "Auntie, happy Women's Day! May you become more and more beautiful!"

Her mother was initially surprised but immediately accepted the flowers. The first thing I did when I came in was to show her the computer; the screen was black and needed reinstalling.

Her mother told me to take my time fixing it and that we'd have lunch at her house while she went to make lunch.

Once the system was almost installed, her mother called me to lunch and insisted I have some drinks with her. I joked that I might become promiscuous when drunk.

Her mother laughed and said, "I'm an old woman, what am I afraid of?"

So we started drinking. At the table, I complimented her on how beautiful she was becoming, and that her mother was in a particularly good mood. Before we knew it, we'd finished a bottle of wine.

After lunch, I continued helping her mother with the computer, mainly reinstalling some software. Her mother watched me work.

She told me that I was sweet-talking and capable, and that Xiaoqin often visited me. She said that I was always there for her whenever she needed help, and that it would be great if Xiaoqin married me.

I think her husband passed away from cancer last year, and her biggest wish now is for her daughter to find a reliable man to settle down with. Xiaoqin is a 90s girl, quite pretty, and outgoing, but unfortunately, I'm already married.

A while later, she was behind me, her hand on my shoulder, leaning down to look at me. I turned my head and accidentally kissed her mother. I blushed instantly and immediately apologized.

Her mother grabbed my hand and asked if it was true that she had said I was pretty earlier at dinner.

I said, "Of course you're pretty, Auntie. You've got me all smitten."

Then her mother hugged and kissed me, and eagerly helped me take off my clothes.

Next, we went to the bathroom in the bedroom to shower together. Her mother was 44 years old and had a full figure. When she took off her clothes, I noticed she had a pair of C-cup breasts with large, pink nipples and areolas. Her breasts felt quite firm to the touch.

After we finished showering, we went to bed. I kissed her while kneading her nipples. She closed her eyes, and I crawled under the covers and started nibbling on her breasts, touching her genitals and probing inside with my fingers. She became increasingly wet.

She moaned softly, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it. I lay there and asked her to give me oral sex. She licked and kissed me, playing with my penis, saying it was big, thick, and hard.

I said I couldn't take it anymore, so she went to the bedside to find a condom; apparently, she hadn't had an IUD. After putting the condom on me, she straddled me, rocking back and forth. I felt my penis hitting her cervix, and her moans grew louder. She gripped her breasts tightly with both hands; she must have been in a long time. As she approached orgasm, she wrapped her arms around my neck and asked me to kiss her breasts.

She orgasmed twice on top of me. I had her lie on her stomach, grabbed her buttocks, and fucked her from behind, watching her breasts sway with my rhythm. Her words became increasingly lewd, telling me not to stop, twisting her hips, and getting wetter and wetter.

I spread her buttocks, looked at her anus, and tentatively poked it with my thumb.

She asked if I wanted to penetrate her, and I said I'd never tried a woman's anus before and didn't know what it felt like. She asked if I wanted to try.

So I pulled my penis out of her vagina. She spat and smeared it on her anus, then grabbed my penis and guided me to insert it into her anus. I thrust hard a few times, and the first time I went in, she cried out, saying it would hurt if I was gentle.

I gently thrust in and out, and slowly it went in, and she moaned. I didn't expect her anus to be so much tighter than her vagina; even with a condom, it felt great.

I asked her if her uncle had ever done it to her anus before, and she said he had, but his penis wasn't as big as mine, and it didn't hurt as much.

I asked her what it felt like to do it from behind, and she said it felt different from the front; she wouldn't have an orgasm, but it was still very comfortable, and she felt like she needed to go to the toilet.

I excitedly thrust in and out, and when I felt I was about to climax, I told her to turn over and lie down, still inside her anus, while touching her vagina. Seeing that her vagina was constantly wet, I wanted to ejaculate inside her vagina, but she told me to ejaculate from behind, so I thrust hard a few times until I orgasmed.

Afterwards, she asked me if I enjoyed it, and I said, "Auntie, you're amazing! I'll come back to see you again sometime." She said you're welcome anytime, just don't tell Xiaoqin.

This was the most memorable International Women's Day I've ever had. During the intense encounter, I took a few photos with my phone as a memento. Whether it's tight or not, how much vaginal fluid there is, doesn't seem to have much to do with age.

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