[Married woman incest] A massage experience during a business trip

That time, my boss assigned me to a business trip alone. After a 20-hour drive, I felt dirty and exhausted. So, after checking into my room and dropping off my luggage, I went to the bathhouse next to the hotel, took a relaxing bath, and then asked for a private room for a massage to soothe my aching muscles. The masseuse who knocked and entered had dark brown hair, but the crow's feet around her eyes and her ample hips, barely contained by her uniform skirt, betrayed that she was no longer young. She was of medium height, with fair skin, a slightly round face, and a double chin. For some reason, I felt she looked somewhat like my mother, and her smile made me feel very close

to her. Her massage technique was professional, and the pressure was just right. I enjoyed the massage while chatting casually with her. She seemed to have a very nice personality; she chuckled softly at my less-than-funny jokes. As the massage continued, I felt a sense of closeness to her, and the unintentional physical contact during the massage aroused my desire for her body. When I took her hand and asked if we could have sex, she seemed surprised, saying she only did massages and that there were other women available for special services. After much pleading, she finally agreed to spend time with me. Of course, as a massage therapist, she couldn't have sex with clients there. She didn't finish work until 2 a.m., so we arranged to meet at my room the next day at noon.

The next day at noon, she finally arrived after an anxious wait. We sat on the bed, chatting and watching TV with a slightly awkward atmosphere. Gradually, we relaxed a bit, and she became more talkative, talking about her family and her past. To my surprise, she was over 50 years old, and her son was over 20. Her hometown was an old industrial city in Northeast China. In the 1990s, both she and her husband were laid off. Later, her husband drove a delivery truck, and she ran a small shop at home, barely making ends meet. A few years ago, her husband got into a motorcycle accident after drinking one night, injuring someone and incurring a large sum of money in compensation. He also lost some of his leg. To save money for her son's wedding, she went out to work. She gave me a sense of closeness, like an older female elder. I was so engrossed in chatting with her that I almost forgot my purpose. So I started to put my arm around her, talking as I undressed her.

After all, she was over 50, and her figure had changed. It wasn't so obvious when she was clothed, but once naked, her sagging breasts, swollen belly, and wide hips all betrayed the passage of time. She seemed a little nervous, tilting her head and covering her eyes with one hand. I climbed on top of her, embracing her soft body, and began to kiss her. I started from her earlobes, neck, and chest, licking her breasts little by little with the tip of my tongue. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were about a C-cup, soft and yielding, unlike the firmness of a younger woman's. I sucked on her nipples, feeling them slowly harden in my mouth; they were still quite sensitive, and she began to moan softly. While sucking on her nipples, I stroked her body with my hands. My palms gently caressed her naked body. Although her body wasn't as supple as a young woman's, the fullness and plumpness still excited me. There was a ring of fat around her lower abdomen, along with many stretch marks. When I knelt down beneath her and spread her legs, I could clearly feel her slight resistance; she stiffened slightly before opening them. Her lower body was very full, with sparse hair on her mons pubis, though a few grayish pubic hairs could be seen upon closer inspection. Her thick labia majora were pressed together, revealing a small patch of wrinkled, grayish-brown labia minora in the middle, with a recessed vaginal opening at the bottom. The skin there was smooth and shiny, perhaps from excessive friction. Parting the labia majora revealed the pink, tender flesh inside. The labia minora weren't large; except for a slightly darker tip, the lower part was still very tender, with the clitoris retracted under the foreskin, only a tiny bit showing. I used my fingertips to knead her clitoris through the foreskin; it slowly hardened, and the entrance below began to moisten.

Hearing her soft moans, my penis grew unbearably hard. So I decisively put on a condom, spread her labia with one hand, and guided my raging penis inside with the other. I kept my upper body straight, holding her waist with both hands, and began to thrust. With each thrust, her waist, abdomen, and breasts swayed back and forth like water-filled balloons. Looking at her crow's feet around her eyes, her dazed gaze, her flushed cheeks, and her low moans, I felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. As women age, their bodies loosen, including their vaginas, so my penis lacked the friction to feel inside. I vigorously twisted my hips, thrusting my penis in hard again and again, but my penis didn't get much pleasure. The upright position allowed for deep penetration, but it was also very tiring. So I lay on top of her, adjusted the rhythm, and began to thrust gently. Holding her soft body, I kissed her as I thrust in and out. It was very intimate, but my penis wasn't getting enough stimulation, so every now and then I'd straighten up and give her a quick thrust. I repeated this several times. Although it was very pleasurable, I couldn't reach orgasm, and my penis started to soften. Her moans gradually lost their initial excitement, and her vaginal lubrication decreased.

The condom wasn't providing enough pleasure, and it was difficult to reach orgasm, so I pulled out and asked if I could remove the condom. She hesitated for a moment, saying she was very clean and I wouldn't harm her. I quickly assured her that I was a chaste person and then removed the cumbersome condom. By then, she was almost dry. To thank her for her trust and to make it easier to insert my penis, I decided to lick her first. I knelt between her legs, took her clitoris into my mouth, and rubbed it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. Her lower body had only a faint fishy smell and the fruity scent of condoms. As my tongue quickly flicked back and forth on her clitoris, her legs trembled slightly. I supported myself with one hand and used the other to pinch and twist one of her nipples. This touching of her breasts and licking her genitals excited her greatly; her legs tensed up again and again with moans. Suddenly, I had an impulse to bring her to orgasm first. So, as her legs trembled, I took turns sucking on her clitoris and labia minora, licking the gap between her labia and the opening of her vagina with my tongue. I don't know how long I licked, but her clitoris peeked out from under her foreskin, and her labia minora felt noticeably thicker when I sucked them into my mouth. Her entire lower body was wet; some of it was my saliva, and some of it, slightly salty, was definitely her vaginal fluid. Although her intermittent moans and the twisting of her lower body continued, my neck, which was held high, and my hands, which were supporting my body, were getting very tired. Just as I was about to give up, she pressed my head down with her hand. As I quickly swept my tongue across her clitoris, she suddenly squeezed her legs together, her whole body tensing up. She whispered "No," and pressed her lower body against my mouth. With each trembling moan, her entire body trembled from the tension.

I almost suffocated from her grip, but her orgasm still excited me. My previously limp penis now eagerly rose again. I straightened up again, aimed my penis at her already soaking wet opening, and thrust it in forcefully. Her vagina was noticeably tighter after her orgasm. Without the condom, my penis could clearly feel the temperature and texture inside. The head of my penis pushed through the dense, fleshy flesh, thrusting in and out rapidly in the slippery vagina. Each thrust to the end produced a slapping sound of flesh colliding, and the head of my penis touched her cervix, causing her to moan involuntarily. Each time I pulled out, I could see her small labia part, revealing pink labia through the glans, and my penis was covered in vaginal fluid.

The pleasure spread relentlessly from the glans throughout my body, and with each tireless thrust, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger. I lay on top of her, embracing her, pressing my face against hers. She hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. In her gentle embrace, the pleasure of orgasm quickly overwhelmed me, my penis reaching the deepest part of her vagina, ejaculating wave after wave of semen.

That experience allowed me to experience the tenderness of a mature woman and satisfied an unspeakable, perverse fantasy. Although I often reminisced about it afterward, I never contacted her again. I hope she can overcome this difficult time in her life and live a happy life.

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