Experiences of mature women

I've been divorced for four years and am 43 this year. My son went to study in the US with his father when he was 20, and it's been two years now. When he was studying in Hong Kong, one of his classmates often came to our house and sometimes stayed overnight. Before my son left, he asked him to come and help me if I needed anything.

One night, it was past 11 pm when he called and said he had argued with his father and didn't want to go home, asking if he could stay the night. I said yes. When he arrived, I told him to sleep in my son's room, and I went back to my own room to sleep. After a while, I heard him go to the bathroom to shower, and that's when I remembered that my bra and underwear were still hanging behind the door, and I forgot to put them in the washing machine.

When I got up the next morning, he was still asleep. I had made plans to have tea with a friend, so I went out. When I came back, he was gone, leaving a note thanking me. That evening, when I was showering, I realized my bra and panties weren't behind the door. I opened the washing machine and saw them covered by the other clothes. I usually put my bras in a laundry bag before washing them. I found it strange, so I took out my panties and saw a pool of undried semen still covering my genitals.

Discovering the semen on my panties triggered a latent desire within me. I even smelled the semen on the panties and realized I was already wet—so wet so quickly! My heart pounded, and my breathing became heavy. When I looked at the bra again, I found semen inside both cups. Good heavens! How many times did he ejaculate?

I wondered, he's only 22 years old, why would he have such wicked thoughts about me, who could be his mother? This thought unexpectedly triggered an urge to masturbate. When I was completely naked, I couldn't help but hold the semen-stained panties to my nose and smell them, thinking, wouldn't it be even more stimulating if I put on my bra and panties before masturbating? When I put on my bra, the semen stuck to my brown areolas and nipples, and I could feel my nipples bulging and hardening.

When I was about to put on my panties, I found that my genitals were already very wet, and vaginal fluid was flowing out continuously. Especially when the semen stain on my panties touched my private parts, I couldn't help but shiver. I pressed my clitoris with my fingers through my panties and rubbed it. In less than a few minutes, I came, so quickly and so violently. My legs were trembling, and loud moans filled the entire bathroom. After climaxing, one hand was still pressing my clitoris, and the other hand was holding my breast.

After showering, I returned to bed naked. My hand unconsciously touched my clitoris again, recalling his appearance (he was about 5 feet 9 to 10 inches tall, weighed around 150 pounds, dark-skinned and muscular, with a small dimple when he smiled, and a very thick buttock and thighs). Let me introduce myself: 5 feet 3 inches tall, about 126 to 130 pounds, measurements (36C cup, waist 28 to 30, hips 38 to 39). I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers rubbing my clitoris, while my other hand rubbed my breasts and nipples.

I knew another orgasm was coming. I tightly clamped my legs together, enjoying the afterglow, wondering if he would be interested in me, a woman who could be a mother? Would he despise me? Would he humiliate me? Many questions swirled in my mind.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. It was him. He said he didn't want to go home again and asked if he could come to my place for another night. I said yes. After hanging up the phone, my heart started pounding unexpectedly… Lost in thought, the doorbell rang. Just as I was about to get up, I realized I was still naked. I grabbed a nightgown, slipped it on, and rushed to open the door. He was carrying a 7-Eleven plastic bag filled with beer and snacks. Entering the living room, I gestured for him to sit on the sofa. Under the bright light, the thin fabric of my nightgown was almost transparent, clearly revealing my body. His gaze followed me, but I pretended not to notice.

I asked him why he was drinking. He said there was a football game to watch that night. I thought to myself, “You’ve already seen all my breasts!” The urge to seduce him grew stronger. I deliberately sat down next to him and asked, “Would you mind if I watched the game with you?” He immediately replied, “I’d love to!” He opened a can of beer and asked if I wanted some. I said I didn’t like beer and asked him to get me a bottle of spirits from the fridge while I went to get a glass. The game hadn't started yet, so we watched TV, chatted, and drank. Before we knew it, he'd had four or five cans of beer, and I'd had most of a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). We were both getting a little tipsy.

I pretended to be a little drunk, half-closing my eyes and leaning against him, saying, "The lights are too bright, it's glaring." He immediately went over and turned off the living room lights, leaving only the small light in the entryway. I said, "The game doesn't start for another half hour, and this program isn't very good. How about we turn off the TV and chat for a bit?" He nodded and went to turn off the TV.

After he came back and sat down on the sofa, I snuggled closer to him, leaning against him, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?" He answered shyly, "Not yet." I asked him, "Why don't you try to meet a girlfriend? Have you ever had sex?" He immediately said nervously, "No." I said, "So you're still a virgin?" He said yes.

I gently touched his thigh and tentatively asked him how he usually dealt with his sexual desires. He said he mostly masturbated, and sometimes he had nocturnal emissions. "So you masturbated with my bra and panties last night?" I asked casually. He immediately blushed with embarrassment.

I said, "Do you know that I hand-wash those underwear? That's why I found your semen on them. It's normal for young people to do this, I don't blame you, but don't masturbate too much, it's bad for your health. Do you understand what yin and yang balance means?" He scratched his head, as if he only vaguely understood.

I continued, "Are you fantasizing about this old woman, or are you only interested in my underwear?" He immediately replied, "No, Auntie, you're not old at all, you're very feminine, and you have a great figure." I asked him, "Have you ever seen a woman's body? How many girls have you touched?" He immediately became very nervous and said, "I swear I've never seen a naked woman. I don't even have a girlfriend, so how could I have touched a girl? I have seen some nude photos of women online, but I've never seen them in person." "Really?" I said, "If I let you see, would you tell everyone?" He immediately answered, "No!" I stroked his head and said, "This is a secret between the two of us. Can you keep it a secret?" He nervously said, "I swear..." I immediately put my finger to his lips and said, "No need to swear, I believe you." I stood up and pulled up my nightgown, revealing my lower body. He stared wide-eyed at the dark pubic hair on my genitals, so engrossed that his mouth was agape. I smiled, then sat back down on the sofa and said to him, "You absolutely can't tell anyone about this, especially not my son, understand?" He nodded frantically.

I raised my hands, asking him to help me take off my nightgown. He shakily grabbed the hem of my nightgown and lifted it above his head, clumsily pulling it off. At this moment, I was completely naked, exposed to him. I slightly parted my legs, letting my vulva peek out from under his gaze, then deliberately said with displeasure, "I'm all naked, and you're still dressed so neatly, is that fair?" He immediately took off his shirt.

I told him to stand in front of me, and he obediently stood up facing me. I reached into his crotch and touched it—heh heh, there was already a large bulge there, and if I touched it carefully, I could feel the shape of his erect penis. I unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, reached into his underwear, grabbed his penis, and played with it for a few moments, then suddenly pulled down my jeans and underwear together. Wow! Oh my god! I had never seen such a thick penis before. The glans was huge, like a peeled egg, and the shaft curved upwards, pressing against his belly, with the glans reaching his navel.

I ran my hands from his thighs down to his buttocks, my eyes fixed on his penis, my mouth automatically taking the glans into my mouth. Seeing him flinch, I released my mouth and whispered, "You want to cum, don't you?" He nodded, and I said, "It's okay, the first time is quick. Don't be afraid, just cum when you want to, but don't pull back. When you ejaculate, your buttocks should actually thrust forward. Don't try to escape the pleasure; follow that pleasure until you feel the most comfortable and then ejaculate, understand?" After I finished speaking, I took his glans into my mouth again, slowly swallowing his penis with the help of my saliva. When I reached the bottom, his buttocks suddenly thrust forward, his whole body trembled, and the semen shot directly into my throat without even passing through my mouth. I held his buttocks down to prevent him from retreating, and I could feel his pubic hair getting into my nostrils. His glans was throbbing violently in my throat, jumping eight to ten times before he stopped ejaculating.

After he calmed down, I slowly opened my mouth and released his penis, swallowing all the remaining semen in my mouth. I looked up and asked him, "Was that good?" He just hummed in response, his face flushed, but his eyes were fixed on my breasts.

I stood up and said, "Come on, let's take a bath together." I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. As I adjusted the water temperature, I said, "When you help me dry off, you can touch and look wherever you like. Relax, be bold. I'm eating your semen, not you. What are you afraid of?" He smiled then, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

We soaked in the bathtub, and he hugged me and asked, "Can I kiss you?" I didn't answer him, but instead, I kissed him on the lips. My tongue slowly entered his mouth, gently teasing the tip of his tongue. We breathed heavily and embraced tightly, kissing passionately. He gradually learned to intertwine his tongue with mine.

As I kissed him, I rubbed my breasts against his chest. His playful "little brother" gradually hardened again, pressing against my thighs. I reached down and touched it—unbelievable! Only ten minutes had passed since he ejaculated, and it was already so hard again!

I released my lips, grasped his penis, and rubbed it up and down against my vulva, saying, "If you put it inside me, you won't be a virgin anymore." He said, "It would be my honor." At that moment, I was truly moved, and tears of joy welled up in my eyes.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, one hand spreading my labia minora, the other pressing his penis down, rubbing the glans against my clitoris. Soon, my inner thighs were soaked with vaginal fluid.

He let me play with his penis, while his hands also played with my breasts. Under this double stimulation, he quickly became aroused, frequently thrusting his lower body, trying to insert his penis into me. I told him not to be nervous, and that I would guide him.

I knew my vaginal opening was relatively high, so I lay back against the edge of the bathtub, slightly raising my lower body so that my vulva faced him at an upward angle. Then I placed my legs on either side of the bathtub surface, a position that opened my vulva even wider. I then had him kneel between my legs, holding his penis and pressing it against my chest. With

everything ready, I parted my labia with my left hand and guided him with my right hand to insert the head of his penis into my vaginal opening. Then, I held his waist with both hands and instructed him to press his buttocks down. As his penis slowly slid deep into my body, I was so excited that my brows furrowed. Oh my god! The feeling of slowly advancing, the gradually expanding tension, the increasing fullness and the squeezing sensation were so pleasurable that I almost fainted.

Finally, he was all the way in. I could feel his hard glans pressing against my cervix. Our lower bodies were now pressed together, and he actually thrust in one more time. "Oh..." A tingling sensation from my cervix made me cry out.

I actually started crying while holding him. Four years, the long-awaited sex, four years! My vagina, which had been empty for so long, was suddenly visited today, and by such a young and thick penis. How could I not cry tears of joy! He thought he had hurt me and asked me anxiously why I was crying. I told him, "I'm just happy. You're my second man, you know?" He started moving. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held my waist. Our lower bodies separated and joined again and again. His thrusts were so powerful and energetic, constantly infusing my long-dormant private parts with youthful vitality. His pace quickened, and he released one hand to grab my breast and knead it vigorously. I could clearly feel his penis swelling inside me, like an iron rod thrusting straight into my core.

I knew he was about to ejaculate, but before he reached his climax, I had already orgasmed first. "I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm going to cum... Ah... Faster... Ah... Cum... Come with me..." I moaned wantonly, writhing, my convulsing vagina tightly gripping his penis. "Ah..." He roared and ejaculated as well, still a lot, all of it going into my uterus. After we both climaxed, we hugged each other intimately without speaking, our satisfaction unspoken.

I admit that verbal stimulation can help with sexual arousal, and my arousal seemed to give him even more satisfaction. I knew that we both experienced a different kind of enjoyment that night.

After our water fight, back in bed, I lay limply, and he sat beside me, boldly and actively playing with my breasts. His eyes were fixed on my genitals, a mixture of curiosity and surprise on his face. I knew I had a lot of pubic hair—thick, long, and widespread, even extending to around my anus.

Understanding the curiosity of young men, I slowly opened my legs and parted the pubic hair with my fingers: "Come on, let me show you more clearly." I was displaying my most private parts to a young man who had just become a man.

I had absolute confidence in my genitals; my labia minora weren't very thick, but my clitoris was quite large, especially when aroused, swelling to the size of a peanut. Now, having just finished intercourse, the engorgement hadn't subsided, and I believed it was still very noticeable. The semen he had ejaculated inside was now flowing back, slowly seeping from the vaginal opening—a sight that would be absolutely irresistible to a man, giving him both a sense of accomplishment and conquest.

He asked, "May I kiss your genitals?" I smiled and nodded, taking a pillowcase to wipe the semen off my vulva. I instructed him, "Hmm, I'll teach you. A woman's clitoris is the most sensitive spot. Stimulation can make her whole body go weak, and she might even ejaculate from pleasure. But you can't be too rough; you have to be gentle and know when to stop. Most women find stroking the area around the clitoris more pleasurable than direct stimulation." He understood immediately, climbing up to me and burying his face between my legs. He covered my vulva with his mouth, his tongue licking and teasing my labia minora, clitoris, and vaginal opening. My freshly cleaned vulva became wet again, my vaginal fluid and his saliva covering it completely.

Finally, while gently sucking on my clitoris, he inserted two fingers into my vagina and moved them in and out. I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure was so intense that my lower body stiffened, and I could feel my juices flowing down my buttocks. "Ah...don't lick anymore...I can't take it...ah...fuck me...hurry up..." I wanted it again, urging him to fuck me wantonly.

He whispered in my ear, "I love that smell, so fragrant, so tempting! Let me enter myself this time, okay?" I nodded. He already knew how to use the lubrication of my juices to reach the entrance, and then with a thrust, his thick, long penis penetrated deep inside me. Ah...the feeling was so intense, the fullness in my lower body made me stare at him with wide eyes. I hugged him, and my lips unconsciously kissed him.

All the way in! It made my clitoris tingle, and my cervix seemed to open just for him, tightly gripping his glans. He moved! The piston-like movements brought me endless pleasure. At this moment, I could only endure, without any strength to resist, and I just succumbed to his big cock.

This time, he was better at controlling the angle and rhythm of his thrusts, and the duration was much longer. So I took the opportunity to teach him a couple of different positions, and I experienced another orgasm. In the end, he ejaculated inside me again. I know I'm a little different from others; my peak libido isn't around menstruation like most women, but rather during ovulation and the days of menstruation when I'm particularly sensitive and aroused. So after another orgasm, I was so tired that I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, his head was resting on my breasts. I gently stroked his face. As he slowly woke up, one hand was touching my breast, his mouth was sucking on my nipple, and the other hand was rubbing my clitoris. The pleasure made me moan involuntarily; my throat betrayed me. Needless to say, he took me again... We went at it until dawn that night. My stomach was growling with hunger, so he said he'd order takeout. We called and ordered fried chicken and pizza, along with some white wine. While we were eating in the living room, he wouldn't let me put my clothes back on. I'm still a woman, and even though we've been intimate before, being naked like this is still very awkward.

He called me over, grabbed my wrists, and spread my hands apart, leaving my naked body exposed to him in broad daylight. He even brought his head close to my vulva, saying, "So much hair! It smells so pungent!" His tongue was already licking my clitoris.

I stood there helplessly, enjoying the pleasure of him giving me oral sex, my legs trembling, only able to balance myself by holding his head with my hands. Then he picked me up and threw me onto the sofa, grabbed my legs, lifted me up, and thrust into me. He lay on top of me, fucking me while playing with my breasts. I cooperated by using my hands to lift my breasts and bring my nipples to his mouth. His penis was still so hard, allowing me to fully enjoy the fullness and satisfaction he gave me.

In the four years since my divorce, I had never thought I would have the opportunity to have sex with a man again, so I didn't take any contraceptive measures. But by the end of the day, my uterus had already been filled with a lot of his semen. Although it was not certain that I would be pregnant, just to be on the safe side, I still went to the pharmacy after he left and bought emergency contraception pills. I even bought extra and kept them at home just in case.

Back to reality, let me talk about how to define my relationship with him. He is still a sophomore at the University of Hong Kong. We have been together for a year and a month. In public, he calls me "godmother," but when we are alone, I am his "wet nurse."

Last summer, we went on vacation to Sabah. For five days and four nights, we indulged in delicious food, sunny beaches, and promiscuous sex. It was the first time I wore the bikini he bought me. The top only covered a third of my breasts, with a little bit of my areola showing through the fabric; the bottom was practically useless—pubic hair not only peeked out from the sides but didn't even cover the tips. He actually said I was sexy, that this was his goddess.

Leaving the hotel to go to the beach, I asked a hotel staff member for directions and said I wanted a massage, manicure, and braiding. The staff member replied that these services were available at the stream in the woods or on the beach. He asked what facilities were at the stream. The staff member said there were some man-made pools with small pavilions beside them, each with a massage bed—a unique experience.

When we arrived at the stream, I was as excited as a little girl, finding everything new and exciting. After my manicure, I got a massage. The masseuse said while massaging me, "Your girlfriend is very sexy!" He replied, "She's not my girlfriend, she's my mother." My heart sank immediately; I felt incredibly disappointed, wondering what people would think of us. Thankfully, the massage was over before I knew it.

Leaving the pavilion, we went to play in the small pond next to it. Soaking in the cool stream under the hot sun was indescribably comfortable, and most of my earlier unpleasantness vanished instantly. The masseuse said she had put up a sign at the entrance so no one would come in to bother us, and then left with a knowing smile.

He knew I was a little unhappy, and said with a grin, "I deliberately said you were my mother, so they wouldn't guess. What son is so filial, sucking his mother's nipples, licking his mother's cunt, and feeding his mother's mouth down there until it's full." He took off the top of my swimsuit, exposing my full breasts to the air, and then took off his own swim trunks and my little triangle swim trunks as well. At this moment, we were both naked, returning to nature with our naked bodies, our two clumps of dark pubic hair swaying in the clear stream.

He kissed my lips and rubbed my breasts, and I held his penis in my hand and stroked it. After a while, he pushed me up to sit on the edge of the pool and asked me to spread my legs so he could lick my cunt, but I couldn't bear to let go of his penis, so I asked him to come up from the pool as well. The two of us had 69 oral sex on the stream, and a sexual encounter under the open sky took place in broad daylight.

We were head to toe, licking each other's genitals. I felt my vagina constantly leaking fluid, while his penis in my mouth grew harder and harder, so thick that it was difficult to swallow the whole thing. When I mounted him, taking his penis and actively guiding my vagina to his, my thought was: Now it's me fucking you with my vagina, not the other way around.

I kept thrusting my hips, rubbing my vagina against his penis. He deliberately lay there, letting me do as I pleased. I thought, "Let's see how long you can hold out." Watching his flushed face and his erect penis rubbing against my vaginal cavity, I became more and more excited. That indescribable itching sensation filled every cell in my body. Just as

I was about to climax, he counterattacked, holding my buttocks with both hands and thrusting his penis rapidly into my vagina. His large, hard glans kept hitting my cervix, and I went limp and collapsed onto his chest.

It's coming! The climax is coming! My vagina convulsed, and the released fluids trickled down his penis; then he ejaculated, his hot semen shooting powerfully into me, the heat seeming to travel from my vagina straight into my uterus and rush to my heart. We held each other tightly, rushing towards climax together, feeling the pleasure of our bodily fluids exchanging… As his penis softened and slid out, a surge of urination rushed in along with his semen. I lazily sat up and asked him where the restroom was, and he actually wanted me to urinate by the stream, saying he wanted to watch me pee.

Good heavens! I had never urinated in front of a man before; half of it was shyness, but the other half was wanting to satisfy his curiosity about watching a woman urinate—my heart was in turmoil. Seeing my hesitation, he said, "Then how about I hold you while you pee?" I became even more shy and quickly shook my head, refusing his suggestion.

Looking into his expectant eyes, I just couldn't bring myself to be hard. So, blushing, I squatted down by the pool, presenting my entire vulva to him. He quickly jumped into the stream, his head just at the same height as my genitals, staring wide-eyed at my vagina. Although I desperately needed to urinate, I was too nervous to do so. His burning gaze seemed to heat my vulva even more.

He lowered his head between my legs, licking my labia with his tongue, then slowly moved to the center of my vulva and began licking my urethra. When my lower body was so numb and I could barely squat, he suddenly switched to sucking on my clitoris. Ah! I couldn't take it anymore… I shuddered and immediately urinated, a stream of hot urine shooting out, spraying him all over.

Oh! How embarrassing! Urinating so close to a man in front of me was a first for me in my life, even my husband had never seen it, but his eyes showed amazement. He pulled me into the pool and kissed me repeatedly. His penis, hard and erect again, pointed straight at my inner thigh. I grasped it and gently pulled it into my wet, cramped opening. My already full vagina immediately gripped tightly.

After a few dozen thrusts, he made me turn around and lie face down by the pool, entering me from behind. I braced myself against the edge of the pool, enduring his powerful thrusts. My breasts swayed back and forth on the water's surface, the impact of our bodies creating ripples. The tranquil stream was transformed by our wild lovemaking.

He brought me to orgasm again and again. Although my legs were weak from climaxing, I was still insatiable, wanting more and more. The gushing fluids made his thrusts even more powerful, and my ecstatic moans seemed to cheer him on.

It was over, really over. I was so weak and aching all over that I begged for mercy, but my cries only fueled his sense of heroism. He scooped me up, limp and exhausted, from the act of fucking me, and carried me back to the massage bed in the pavilion. He lifted my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, continuing his frenzied thrusting.

I couldn't take it anymore and weakly said, "Enough... stop... you've fed me too much today... stop... you don't always have to ejaculate..." But he said, "No, this time I must ejaculate, because it has special meaning." As he spoke, he thrust even faster and harder. I felt lightheaded, my soul had already flown out of my body, like a puppet with its strings cut, completely at his mercy. My mind was so blank that I didn't even know when he ejaculated.

When I regained my senses, he was pulling his penis out of my vagina, then reached into his bag, grabbed a pair of underwear, and immediately helped me put them on. After I put them on, he said, "Remember these panties? This is the first time I used them to masturbate and ejaculate on them. But this time, I want the semen to flow directly from your vagina onto these panties. I'll let them dry as a testament to our relationship." As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged me and kissed me deeply. At that moment, I was so moved that tears streamed down my face, and all I could do was kiss him repeatedly. Although tears kept flowing, my heart was filled with the sweetness of a newlywed bride after their wedding night, feeling that everything I had given was worthwhile.

After our intense lovemaking, I was almost completely exhausted, barely able to walk, and needed his support to hobble back to the hotel.

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