[The Woman of the Past]

A few days ago, I kept hearing my friends talk about what kind of women they liked,

and my answer was always "mature women." The reason I'm fascinated by mature women goes back to a summer thirteen years ago.

At that time, I was a young man who had just gotten a girlfriend. My girlfriend's name was Xiaohong. Because her family

was very wealthy, and we were deeply in love, I often went to her house. Occasionally, if it was late

, I wouldn't go home and would stay at her house (sleeping in the living room, of course).

Xiaohong lived on the third floor, and a female neighbor on the second floor was a thirty-two-year-old woman.

She was quite beautiful and had a very sexy figure. Full breasts, a slightly protruding belly, and a pert

bottom plump thighs, covered in stockings, made anyone who saw her feel an urge to sleep with her. Xiaohong called her Aunt Zhang

because Xiaohong's father and Aunt Zhang's husband worked at the same company and addressed each other as brothers. So Xiaohong

called her Aunt Zhang. Although she wasn't much older than me, since my girlfriend called her Aunt Zhang, I naturally followed suit.

However, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang had just finalized their divorce. It was because Uncle Zhang had been having an affair with the office manager at his workplace,

and Aunt Zhang caught him. I'd met that office manager before; she always wore fashionable, revealing,

tight-fitting dresses, her breasts practically bursting out; she had a coquettish voice. Her seductive manner was irresistible

to every man; she was the kind of woman every man wanted to sleep with.

Since I often visited Xiao Hong's house, I naturally saw Aunt Zhang frequently, and over time we became familiar. After the divorce,

she had nothing to do. She often invited my girlfriend and me to go swimming, play tennis, and go clubbing. My favorite activity was

swimming, because that way I could see her almost naked body. But at that time, I only admired her; her figure was

simply amazing, exuding the charm of a mature woman. I never had any improper thoughts about her.

Until one day, something happened that completely changed our relationship.

At that time, although Xiaohong and I were deeply in love, we often argued because of disagreements. The most

troublesome thing was that because I had a slightly masculine appearance, I was very attractive to women, but Xiaohong was always

suspicious and paranoid. We would often end up having unpleasant arguments.

That day, we argued about these things again, and in a fit of anger, I left her house to go

home. But when I got to the first floor, we almost bumped into Aunt Zhang coming home. Aunt Zhang was wearing

a white casual outfit and looked particularly elegant, but I was in a bad mood and had no interest

in appreciating her. She noticed my displeasure and said, "What's wrong? Did you argue with your second

daughter ? Come on! Let's go to my house and calm down! I'll call her down and talk to her."

After hearing Aunt Zhang's words, I went to her house with her. I genuinely wanted her to mediate.

After entering the room, I sat on the sofa. Aunt Zhang opened the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke,

opened

it, and handed it to me, saying, "Watch a DVD for a while! I'm going to take a shower. I'll call Er-guniang down and talk to her; she's not allowed to be angry anymore." She then gently stroked my nose with her finger before turning and heading towards the bathroom.

At that moment I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my heart.

I picked up the TV and DVD player remotes from the sofa, turned them on, and drank my iced Coke while waiting

for the DVD to start. The screen then displayed a European or American adult film. As I watched, my blood began to rush.

I started to hallucinate. Then, Aunt Zhang came out wearing an almost transparent nightgown.

Her sudden appearance startled me, and I quickly turned off the DVD. Aunt Zhang had actually seen everything

, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she sat down next to me.

Because the telephone table was on my right and Aunt Zhang was sitting on my left, she said, "I

'll call Second Sister and tell her to come down!" She then leaned over me to get the phone. Since her

nightgown was almost transparent, I could clearly see her full breasts as she leaned over. She wasn't wearing a bra,

and her two large breasts touched my thighs. My previously suppressed desire

was reignited, and coupled with her mature womanly scent, my mind was filled with

scenes from Hollywood movies.

I immediately pulled her into my arms and pressed her down on the sofa. She didn't scream,

only repeatedly saying, "Are you crazy! I'm your aunt." Her hands and feet only offered token resistance.

After I pulled off her nightgown, I saw her snow-white, alabaster skin, so smooth and delicate, without

a single flaw. Although she had given birth, her abdomen remained flat and firm, and her

breasts , like freshly baked steamed buns—so alluring. Her waist was slender, yet

her buttocks were round, plump, and incredibly white. Her two long, fair legs were so smooth and shapely. She didn't have much pubic hair, and

when I parted her labia, I saw that the

inside wet; she didn't look like a young married woman at all. I couldn't resist. Next, I took off all

my clothes and inserted my penis into her vagina. I had had sex with my girlfriend before, so it wasn't a stranger,

but I quickly ejaculated inside her.

When I came out of her body, I realized I had committed a crime. She looked at me coldly

and said, "Call the second girl down. Let's go to the police station together. You raped me." I

didn't know what to do at that moment, and could only keep saying, "Aunt Zhang, please. Forgive me. I'll

never do it again!" She said, "Okay. If you promise me one thing, I won't pursue it." I quickly said,

"Okay. I'll agree to anything you say." She said, "From now on, will you be my lover?" I

thought it was such a good thing. How could I refuse? Then she said, "You were too fast just now. I

hadn't done anything yet, and you came. Let's have sex again properly." So we immediately started doing it. Because

it was tense and rushed before, I didn't savor it. But this time it was consensual, and she

was so proactive. I really felt the difference between a mature woman and a young girl. Her vagina was like

a mouth, and it was even moving. Not long after, I ejaculated inside her vagina again. Finally, she started teaching me how to

make it feel good, how to last longer, and how to avoid ejaculating. Eventually, she completely "trained" me ...i=64> You can go four or five hours without ejaculating, and ejaculate whenever you want.

From that day on, I called her Aunt Zhang in front of others, but called her my wife in private. I would often sneak over to

her house to spend the night. My skills in bed gradually improved, and sometimes I wondered why Aunt Zhang was so sexy

and wonderful, while Uncle Zhang was still messing around outside. Only now do I understand that no matter how good a wife is,

no one else is as good as a concubine. The saying goes, "A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a prostitute, a prostitute is not as good as a stolen affair,

and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have." So we often had affairs at her house, and spent many nights there. We often

made love day and night, and she often gave me oral sex. However, I always had a question in my mind: I

suspected that she had drugged my cola that time, otherwise I wouldn't have lost all self-control. But whenever

I asked her about it, she always denied it, insisting that I had raped her. She said she

didn't report me and even had an affair with me because she had feelings for me. Later, I never asked about it again. After all, I liked her too,

and I was infatuated with her body. And I felt more and more that I couldn't live without her.

As time went by, I met my current wife and we got married. Aunt Zhang

moved to the United States before my marriage. Before she left, she asked if I could come with her, but I didn't

agree . I couldn't leave my parents, brothers, and family. Besides, she was much older than me

, and I didn't want to be laughed at. She was a divorced woman, while I was still a young man.

Although I didn't go with her, many years later, I still think about

her. After all, she gave me the most wonderful and joyful sex life, and she was the

first . Another reason is that the bedroom skills of mature women are incomparable to those of young girls. So,

even now, I am still passionate about mature women and enjoy having sex with them.

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