My younger daughter lives next door; I'm in her room.

To be honest, I had no interest in this mature woman at first. She was a bit overweight and clingy. I really couldn't understand why someone her age would still have the mentality of a young girl. Because she acted very mature online, I often ended up educating her on certain topics and offering advice.

We also looked at each other's photos, since we were both bored anyway, so it was just for entertainment. We basically reached the point where we could talk about anything.

Her husband lived in another city, her eldest daughter had her own house, and she only had one younger daughter in elementary school, whom she picked up and dropped off every day.

Once, she told me that a guy she met online said he would come to her house for lunch. They drank some alcohol, and unexpectedly, under the influence of alcohol, he slept with her.

The details slowly came out after I pressed her for details; she said she was very wet, and the sheets were soaked.

I thought she was exaggerating because we had always been chatting seriously, occasionally joking around. So when she told me about this, it piqued my interest, and I felt that she was someone I could hook up with.

Although she wasn't in great shape, it's not easy to find someone who's wet. I joked, "I'm so glad that person got there first." She laughed, and I kept looking for an opportunity.

Finally, one day I started flirting with her, slowly teasing her. I sent her some suggestive pictures and said, "Why don't I come see you right now?"

She didn't believe me, saying, "Come on! I'm not afraid of you."

Even after I got in the car and arrived at her building, she still thought I was joking. When I knocked on the door, I could tell she was surprised.

It was already past 11 p.m. She had a habit of drinking red wine before bed, and we were chatting and drinking at the dining table.

She said her youngest daughter was already asleep and asked me to keep my voice down, then showed me around her room.

When we got to the bedroom, I hugged her from behind, my hands on her chest. She was still a little reserved, but when I kissed her ear, she went limp like a rag doll.

I touched her lower body and found her underwear was soaked with moisture.

She was shy and wouldn't let me turn on the light, and because her daughter was asleep next door, she didn't dare to make any loud noises. Her vagina was incredibly slippery. I had a bit of a cold and my head was a little foggy, so I started thrusting with my eyes closed.

Sure enough, she came quickly, and I felt a gush of heat spurt out of her vagina.

Later, when we switched to the woman-on-top position, she didn't move straight up and down, but slowly twisted, then suddenly lifted up and forcefully slammed down. Several times I felt like she was going to break me. Just kidding, that would have been a huge loss. Luckily, she ran out of energy after a while.

By the way, this woman could ejaculate inside me.

The next day, before dawn, before her daughter woke up, I left.

That's how men are; once they've got what they wanted and their lust has subsided, they start to get annoyed. When we chatted again, if I didn't reply to her promptly, she would start nagging. I endured it for a few days and finally deleted her from my contact list.

More than a month later, I unexpectedly found her asking me in a message in a bottle why I had deleted her. I hadn't done it for a while, so I added her back.

I don't know what my mindset was at that time; I offered all sorts of apologies and reasons. In short, she didn't hold it against me.

So one night, during a chat, things got heated, and I asked if I could come over to her.

She said I could, but not overnight, afraid her youngest daughter would wake up looking for her in the middle of the night.

I was a little annoyed, but at that moment, I was driven by lust and just wanted to have sex; I didn't care about anything else. Releasing my pent-up desire was fine.

So, I went to her house in the middle of the night, got into bed, and had sex. Then, after resting for a while, I said goodbye and left. I deleted her again. Since then, I haven't contacted her again; I guess she's grown cold-hearted.

[The End]

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