[I stumbled upon my friend's mother working as a prostitute at a nightclub] (The End) Author: feitutu2046

Author: feitutu2046
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This secret is something I discovered when I graduated from high school. If you ask me how I found out, I'll say,
simply put, men start having sexual desire after their first ejaculation around age thirteen; I just developed well. I

won't go into too much detail. Since this is a true story, I'll just give you a general overview of what happened.
I won't change the names, except for mine, of course.

My good friend is Zeng Youquan, a fat guy, who lives in Lixia District, Jinan. We went to a high school called Shandong Normal University
Affiliated , which is relatively close to Shandong Normal University. Shandong Normal University Affiliated High School is one of the better schools in the entire Jinan area. Fatty Zeng
was a very good student and got in through his own entrance exam. As for me, I was a terrible student. Back then, corruption wasn't strictly investigated, and my
family spent some money to buy my place in this high school. At that time, this was allowed; those of us who paid
money were called "extra-planned admissions." Now it's not allowed anymore; it's much stricter.

Fatty was the kind of guy who was smart, didn't like paying attention in class, but still got excellent grades. He loved
hanging out with underachievers like me, smoking cigarettes, playing ball, and stuff like that. I became friends with him on the basketball court. We
became inseparable, going to and from class together.

Fatty's father worked at a well-known local coal mine, working from 7 am to 5 pm
, or sometimes starting at 5 pm and leaving at the same time every day. We called people like that "working 7-5". Back
then, the coal mining industry was booming, and the mines were very profitable. A miner could earn
four or five thousand a month, which was considered a high income at the time. So Fatty and his mother were quite well-off.

Because I was close to Fatty and we lived nearby, I often went to Fatty's house to play. We would play the then-
famous , so I often saw Fatty's mother. His father was usually at work, so he wasn't often seen.
Occasionally, he would be home, but he was usually sleeping. At those times, we would tiptoe through the living room and into Fatty's
room to play. That's how I became familiar with his mother. Since she was Fatty's mother and her figure was "more robust" than my mother's,
I habitually called her Aunt Fatty. Now I realize that she wasn't fat, she was plump.

Because of my good relationship with Fatty, my mother and Aunt Fatty also gradually became close.
They would often go shopping together, buying clothes and such. Aunt Fatty especially loved buying clothes. Because of her plump figure,
she could "fill out" any clothes and look good in anything. In addition, her family was
better off than other women, so she changed her clothes more often, and the styles were always very fashionable and new. Therefore, she looked
younger than other middle-aged women of the same age. From behind, she always looked like she was in her late twenties.

Auntie Pang always smelled wonderful. She didn't use any fancy perfume, but the scent was always so
pleasant, especially in the summer. Most women would wear baggy clothes
with flat sandals—so tacky! Auntie Pang was different. She always wore chunky-heeled sandals or platform
peep-toe shoes with thin stockings. Her skirts clung tightly to her hips, always revealing
glimpses sneer and call her a slut.

Auntie Pang liked me a lot, especially when I visited. She always invited me to stay for meals, and I never treated her
like . Sometimes, after playing basketball with Fatty, we'd shower at Auntie Pang's house. Back then, I didn't
know anything about propriety.

Auntie Fat dressed casually at home, never wearing socks and exposing her thighs. Her legs were thick and strong,
not the kind of thick from obesity, but the kind of thick that's athletic. Without socks, her skin was very fair. At home
, she usually wore a small tank top, revealing two large, round breasts like soccer balls. Back then, I
didn't know what sexual desire was; I only knew Auntie Fat was beautiful. I always liked to stare at her for a long time. I think Auntie Fat
knew, because sometimes I saw her turn around and chuckle. Neither of us thought anything of it in a negative way; we
just thought it was young boys being curious about women's bodies. Maybe that's just my opinion.

Later, after graduating from high school, Auntie Fat went to Northwest University in Xi'an, Shaanxi, while unsurprisingly,
no finally managed to get a third-rate college in my hometown, at least enough for
a diploma.

My relationship with Auntie Fat ended there. Sometimes I'd think of her and call her to catch up.

Later, major accidents occurred frequently in Shandong's coal mines—gas explosions, collapses, water seepage—resulting in
numerous . The central government took drastic measures, shutting down small mines and ordering large mines to cease operations for self-inspection. Furthermore, the coal mining industry was a sunset
industry, with resources dwindling, and the reform and transformation of state-owned enterprises were not progressing smoothly, leading to a decline.
Although didn't lose his job, due to the closure of local mines in Jinan, he was transferred to a nearby Zibo coal mine to do
surface work, with a lower salary.

I didn't see Aunt Fatty for a while after that; her family moved to the Zibo coal mining area,
renting .

Meanwhile, my university life was also dissolute. I had several girlfriends, but I'd get bored with them quickly.
After kissing and sleeping together, it lost its appeal; something always seemed missing. But I
couldn't quite —it felt like drinking cold water—bland and uninteresting.

So I started looking for excitement. Living too close to home, I didn't dare go all out, so my roommates and I would go to nightclubs in Zhangdian, Zibo, on
Saturdays really
just looking for women to have some fun with. For young people, a chance encounter is always
better than a long-term relationship.

The nightclubs were brightly lit and the music was deafening. Back then, most of the people there were young; you rarely saw anyone
over . But amidst the crowd, I spotted a familiar figure: Auntie Pang.
It's hard to spot someone in the dim light, and nobody wants to be recognized by acquaintances when releasing passion. But Auntie Pang
's figure was too familiar to me; I recognized her immediately in the noisy crowd.

Auntie Pang was still very fashionable, but her fashion sense was different now—it was more
avant-garde. Her tight leopard-print skirt only reached her upper thighs; with the slightest movement, her underwear would peek
out. Underneath, she wore a tank top, and over it, a sheer black fabric—I don't know
how to .

The chubby auntie stood behind the bar, occasionally twisting and turning haphazardly. A row of beer bottles sat on the counter in front of her—the kind that…
Small bottles of beer, the kind used in nightclubs. Back then, the rule was that if this scene was present, it meant the woman was
a prostitute. You just had to buy her a beer and put it in front of her. If she made eye contact and thought you were
available, she'd hug you and dance for a while, then the two of you could go outside and do *that*. Some women
could drink ten or more bottles a night.

I originally came to have fun, but seeing this scene, I was immediately drawn in. So I found a table outside the dance floor
, ordered a few beers, and started watching and drinking.

Sure enough, after a while, someone came to bring the beer, waving it around wildly as he placed it in front of the plump woman
. She glanced at him, then put her arm around his neck, and the two started
swaying to the music. The man occasionally groped her, and she didn't object, letting him
touch her.

Afterwards, she took his hand and led him outside. I knew they were going out for their "transaction."
I couldn't help but follow her out. To be honest, I still didn't want to believe that Aunt Fatty had done that.

I was wearing a cowboy hat, a fashionable outfit for entering establishments back then, with the brim pulled low to keep my distance and
avoid being noticed by Aunt Fatty. They walked to the restroom, and as I suspected, many
women sold themselves in the restrooms back then, allowing them to see many customers in one night. Some establishments were regulated, with regular
patrols to stop such activities, while others did nothing. It seemed this place was a lawless
zone. No stealing, no robbery, no selling. Aunt Fatty's tall and voluptuous figure was truly perfect for this
line of work, at least very attractive. As for her age, Aunt Fatty naturally looked young, and with foundation and a
wig she could easily be mistaken for eighteen or nineteen if you didn't look closely.

They staggered to the toilet, a very high-end one with sit-down toilets. Seeing
them were already in the latrines, so I went in. Sure enough, one stall door was closed, so
I quickly went to the next stall and squatted down. In this establishment, this is called "listening to spring." I heard
the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and then it got straight to the point. I heard a series of sucking sounds. This was oral sex; the man's
feet were outside the toilet seat, and the woman was sitting on the toilet. The sucking sounds were loud and intermittent. The man would occasionally
gasp , and I could hear the woman moaning softly.

The man quickly thanked her, followed by two "ahs," then the sound of a belt, then the folding of RMB
notes. He then left, leaving the woman in the room. The door was locked again, followed by the sound of gagging.
The woman spat out the man's remnants. Then I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled open, followed by
the sound of rinsing her mouth. Then I heard what sounded like a foundation box being opened and closed, probably her touching up her makeup.
I thought she would leave at this point, but then she called out in my direction, "You have to pay to listen. Do
it or not , it's 100 yuan per time, only oral sex." It seemed she had noticed I was listening to erotic stories here.

I was incredibly nervous; my penis was already erect. I really didn't want the woman to recognize me,
but penis was also painfully throbbing. Thinking about the woman's figure, which she had been coveting for a long time, I steeled myself and said,
"Do it, come in!"

I quickly wrapped a scarf around my face. I was wearing a denim outfit that night, and thankfully I had a thin
scarf around my neck.

Auntie Pang came in, saw that I was wearing a mask, chuckled, and said, "Afraid of being recognized? It's okay, no one cares
here ."

I hummed in agreement, and Auntie Pang didn't mind. She started to unbuckle my belt, pulled my pants down to
my thighs , and then began to grasp my already erect penis with both hands and start stroking it. Auntie Pang was obviously
very satisfied with my penis, stroking it from time to time. My penis was shiny and red, and looked particularly tender, unlike some
people's penises, which were dark and smelly. The chubby woman first stroked my penis a couple of times with her hand, then started sucking it in. She slowly licked the glans, then
gradually took it deeper into her mouth, her tongue constantly moving inside. It felt like I was on a leash, but I
didn't dare scream. My legs were practically off the ground from the pleasure. The chubby woman's big eyes
, with their long eyelashes, were fixed on my face, making it even more arousing. Every time her mouth stroked my penis, my body
felt like was being electrocuted, and every hair on my body stood on end. My previous girlfriends had given me oral sex, but
none of them had been as pleasurable as this. After about two or three minutes, I ejaculated, shooting into her mouth. She slowly
pulled her mouth away from my penis, finally closing her lips, wiping away all the semen,
leaving not a single drop. I gave her a tissue to spit out the semen, but she waved it away. Then, she
swallowed it—she actually ate my semen! I asked her how she swallowed it, and she said that young men's
semen tasted good, and she liked it.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I hugged her tightly and started groping her all over, especially her
big , which felt amazing.

"I can sleep with you later, do you want to? Two hundred for one time, eight hundred for the whole night," Fatty Sister was basically trying to get
me to pay for her services. I quickly said yes, and she said she had to do a few more oral sex jobs, so I could play first. She asked for my phone number and
said she'd contact me when she was done.

I said okay, and then she went back to the brothel. My heart was in my throat, and the long-lost thrill
was back.

That night, Fatty Sister and I went to a rented room. The room was very clean, with a wooden bed and
pink sheets and curtains; the overall feeling was very sexy.

Fatty said, "Take off your face towel." I said no. She asked why, and what I was afraid of. I said it's a habit. She
said, "You have this habit? This is the first time I've seen you like this."
After
that, she didn't say anything more. Then we took a shower together. Fatty took off her clothes one by one until she was only wearing her underwear and bra, exposing her whole body to me. I didn't wait for the shower to finish before I pounced on her onto the bed. She said she didn't want to shower anymore. I said I couldn't wait, so she
took off the rest of her clothes. I was very nervous and excited when I penetrated her. When I started
, she was very wet. Since it was my first time, I didn't use any strange techniques, just missionary. Because I had already ejaculated ,
it lasted a long time. Fatty's moans were also very beautiful, like a baby crying.

Halfway through, Fatty suddenly pulled off her face towel. When she saw it was me, she was stunned for a moment,
then looked very surprised. Our lovemaking stopped. Fatty was very shy and blushed for a long time.
Then she said, "How come it was you?" I said, "You seduced me." She said, "Couldn't you have avoided me? We're so close
, how could you do this?" I asked her why she was doing this, and she said, "I couldn't make a living anymore. Unlike your family, which has so
many businesses, I'm starving." She sat up and said she was done, telling me to leave. She avoided looking me in the eye, but I
got more and more excited. I said, "If you don't do it, I won't pay you." She said she didn't want it anymore and started getting dressed. I snatched her clothes
, threw them away, and immediately
climbed was shameful. She struggled and tried to push me away, but she wasn't strong enough. I held her hands down and then
inserted my penis into her vagina. It was hot inside, and it felt amazing. I started thrusting. She still said she wasn't doing it and told
me to get up. So I thrust hard a couple more times. Her face... She frowned slightly, gave a helpless pout,
and I kissed her again. She tried to dodge me, but I got excited and slapped
her twice across the face. The sound was loud; those kinds of slaps are the most intimidating. Sure enough, Fatty was stunned, looking at me
fearfully , tears welling up in her eyes. I continued thrusting into her while she cried, it felt great.
I ejaculated soon after, and I held her, not letting her get up, until she fell asleep before I went to sleep. I woke up earlier than her in the morning and
did it twice more, as if I had given her everything I had accumulated over the years.

After we finished, I asked her how she did it. She said, "Slap me twice more and I'll tell you." By then,
her shyness had passed, and she was a little angry with me. I gently stroked her back and touched her two large breasts,
which had a big butterfly tattoo on them.

I took out my wallet and gave her a thousand, she threw two hundred back, saying, "We agreed on eight hundred, so it's eight hundred. Don't contact me
again ."

I got excited, tripped her again, tore off the bra I'd just put on, and inserted it back in. She got angry, saying, "
Are you ever going to stop?" I said, "You'd better go along with me, or I'll tell Fatty's mom you're a prostitute." That worked
. She looked at me and begged me not to tell Fatty, saying she had no choice but to do this; her family was poor, and Fatty
's father was sick. I asked, "Are you divorced?" She said no. I asked, "Does Fatty's dad know you're a prostitute?"
She said yes, explaining that Fatty's father had silicosis and couldn't work, so she had to work to support him. But
the little money she earned wasn't even enough for living expenses, let alone medicine. So she gradually started selling herself; the money came quickly, and
it all went to Fatty's dad's medicine.

I said, "You're quite kind-hearted." She said, "That's why you shouldn't tell Fatty, otherwise
how face people?"

I said, "Okay, but on one condition: you have to serve me well in the future, and then I'll pay you."

She shook her head, saying she used to treat me like a son, and really didn't want to do business with me. She said, "Why are you
so unruly, coming to Zibo to solicit prostitutes?" I still said, "You seduced me.

" I asked for her phone number. I knew she wouldn't use the same phone for business and personal calls, so I asked for her
personal number, but she absolutely refused. When she wasn't looking, I found a rope and tied her up, then
gagged her. She kept staring at me, very angry. I searched her bag, and sure enough, there were two phones in it.
I wrote down both numbers.

That noon, I had sex with her several times, right after lunch, without a condom. I knew she had an IUD.
Gradually, I calmed her down, but she was still rude to me. I lay in bed while she did laundry and
cleaned the room. When I felt like it, I'd get up and have sex with her again.

Later, she said she still liked me, but she couldn't get over the psychological barrier—the age gap was too big,
she couldn't handle it .

We kept in touch after that. At first, she ignored my texts, so I sent her a
nude photo I took of her during sex. She started replying, telling me to delete the photos and not let anyone see them. I said I still
wanted to have sex with her, and she finally gave in and said, "If you want to, come on, but don't tell anyone."

I felt like I'd received a royal decree. Every Saturday and Sunday, I stopped going to nightclubs and went directly to Zibo to see her. She said she
had to do business, and I asked how much she could earn in two days, promising to make up the difference. She said, "Your family is so rich, why don't you find
someone young and pretty? Why are you clinging to her?" I said I just liked her. She couldn't do anything about it, but our relationship improved a lot.
We started joking around, eating together, and cooking. I had a lot of allowance; my dad basically didn't care about me,
and the allowance he gave me was enough for an average family's annual income. So I gave it all to Auntie Pang. I stopped calling her Auntie Pang
and started calling her by her name, Zhang Junyao. I called her Yaoyao. Every time I called her that, she would tell me to get lost and call me Auntie.

Gradually, she became dependent on me, telling me everything. I stopped letting her go out to do business
and rented a place for her near my school so I could have sex with her more easily. Later, she got an IUD and became pregnant with my child.
I made her give birth to it; it was a son. Nobody knew I had a child with someone twenty years older than me.

[The End]

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