My mature woman's feelings

For the next few days, I barely left the house, and my stepmother didn't say anything more to me. We remained in this stalemate. During that time, I kept thinking about whether our relationship was right or wrong. Sometimes I could really understand my stepmother; the pressure on her was immense, almost beyond her comprehension. She was my father's wife, my brother's mother, yet she had developed romantic feelings for me—something that had been constantly troubling her. If my stepmother had persisted in this way, our relationship would have ended, but things didn't develop that way. That day, my stepmother went out to dinner with friends and drank a lot of alcohol. She had a good tolerance for alcohol; two glasses of baijiu (Chinese liquor) were no problem for her. My father was out of town at the time, and when my stepmother returned home, she was already a little unsteady on her feet, but she was still conscious. After entering the house, my stepmother went straight into the bathroom. I heard the noise and came out of the bedroom, thinking she was going to vomit. I didn't think too much about it at the time; seeing that the bathroom door wasn't locked, I pushed it open and went in. Unexpectedly, my stepmother was using the toilet. She was startled by me, and I was startled by her too. I quickly backed out of the bathroom and stood somewhat dazed at the door. With the sound of the toilet flushing, my stepmother came out of the bathroom. I was incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to say. My stepmother didn't say anything and just walked past me. Seeing that she was alright, I was about to go back inside. "Xiaotian, come here." My stepmother suddenly called me, and I was startled. I looked up at her; she was already sitting on the sofa, looking at me with her eyes. I stood there without moving, looking at her too. As I looked, tears welled up in her eyes, flowing more and more until she finally covered her mouth and cried. "Aren't you coming over?" she cried out. I was stunned by her cries and mechanically walked to her side. My stepmother looked at me, crying even more heartbrokenly. I don't know when, but tears started flowing from my eyes too. I rushed forward and hugged her tightly, showering her face and neck with kisses. I frantically tore open her clothes, buried my face in her breasts, and used everything I had to express my feelings for her—touching, biting, kneading, pinching. My stepmother responded to me passionately, pressing me tightly against her chest, murmuring, "I—can't—live without you—um…ah…you know…how painful it is to see you…um—ah…". I kissed my way down her chest to her abdomen, loosening her belt as I did so. She was wearing trousers today, which I easily pulled down along with her underwear. I parted her legs, glanced at her private parts, and then plunged inside. I bit her labia with my teeth, causing her to pound my back with her fists. I shoved my tongue into her vagina, licking the fluids inside with all my might. Her vagina was overflowing, like a burst dam, impossible to clean. "Ah…ah…um—you have to…lick…ah…kill me…ah…ah…um…no…no…ah…um—ah…" My stepmother was sitting on the sofa with her legs apart, her face flushed red from the alcohol and passion. I had ripped open her chest, pushing her bra up to her breasts, which swayed up and down with her panting like startled rabbits. I had stripped her naked, her thighs spread wide, her thick labia covered in my saliva and secretions. Suddenly, I stood up, quickly pulled down my pants, grabbed my penis, knelt between her thighs, and thrust it into her mouth. She cooperated perfectly, taking my penis into her mouth, placing her hands between my groin, and gazing at me with deep affection. I took a deep breath and started moving my hips. At first, I moved slowly, but as my stepmother's saliva increased, I moved faster and faster. My hands involuntarily pressed down on her head, and my thick penis went in and out of her mouth, causing her to moan, "Ooh, ooh, ooh." After a while, I saw that she was having trouble breathing, so I pushed my hips back, and my penis slipped out of her mouth. "Ah, ah, ah, you brat, you're going to kill me!" my stepmother said between breaths. Her eyes were particularly hazy, and she looked very alluring, her lips covered in saliva. I lowered my head and kissed her sexy lips again, saying excitedly, "Sister, I love you, I can't live without you." My stepmother shed tears again, hugged me tightly, and responded to my kiss passionately, "I love you too, I can't live without you either." My stepmother kissed me deeply, then hugged me tightly, crying as she said, "Xiaotian, come in. I want to be your woman. Love me." Hearing her words, I couldn't describe the feeling. My mind was filled with thoughts of her; she was everything to me. Without hesitation, I stood up, half-kneeling on the sofa, grasped my penis head, aimed it at her labia, and thrust forward, my entire penis plunging into her vagina. We both let out a simultaneous "Ah..." My voice was muffled, while hers was high-pitched. I was finally inside her. Her vagina was tight, firmly enveloping my penis. I felt like I was in a warm, wet place, a sensation like ants crawling inside my heart. "So big, so hard," my stepmother gasped. Hearing this, I leaned down and kissed her again, then took off my short-sleeved shirt, took a deep breath, and began thrusting. I wrapped my arms around my stepmother's thighs, leaned forward, tilted my head back, and slightly bent my legs, my hips moving rhythmically. Each thrust made my stepmother groan. "Ah...ah...um...ah, ah...ah...um...ah, ah...ah...um...ah, ah...um...ah..." I slowly pulled out halfway, then thrust in forcefully, then pulled out halfway again and thrust in again, finally pulling out completely except for the head, and then thrusting in with all my might, reaching directly into my stepmother's uterus. My stepmother bit her lip tightly, her brows furrowed, her hands behind her head gripping the cushions, her expression showing both pain and pleasure. Each thrust made her brows furrow, her head involuntarily tilting back, and she groaned. After thrusting for a while, I paused slightly, hoisted my stepmother's legs onto my shoulders, and leaned forward. My stepmother was pulled down and sank into the sofa, a cushion falling over her head, blocking her view.After adjusting my position, I gripped her thighs tightly and continued thrusting. This position felt significantly different from before. Before, although it felt like I was inside, it wasn't fully inserted; a little bit remained outside. This position made me feel like my entire penis was inside my stepmother's body, deeper than before. At the same time, her vagina felt tighter, giving me a more intense pleasure. The vaginal walls squeezed my penis, warm and slippery. Each time the glans reached its deepest point, there was a ticklish sensation. The "slap slap" sound of our bodies colliding, and my stepmother's moans, all stimulated my nerves. I couldn't help but shout, "So good! Ah, you are...mine, mine...ah..." My stepmother, hiding under the cushion, also moaned loudly, "Ah...harder...ah...Xiao Tian...ah...I love...you...ah...harder...ah..." My stepmother and I went wild. The continuous thrusting made me feel like I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly slowed down slightly. My stepmother beneath me felt she was close to climaxing, murmuring incessantly, "Ah...ah—I'm going to pee...ah...ah...I'm going to pee...ah...ah..." With two long moans from her, I felt a gush of fluid suddenly spurt from her vagina, directly onto my glans, reigniting the urge to ejaculate that I had just suppressed. This time, the sensation was exceptionally intense; I knew I couldn't control myself, and I unconsciously increased the speed of my thrusting. My stepmother reached her climax, her body trembling uncontrollably. My increased thrusting made her tremble even more violently, and she stopped moaning, instead making soft humming sounds. I ignored my stepmother and hugged her legs even tighter, my hips moving faster and faster. The fluid from her vagina flowed down her buttocks as I withdrew my penis, soaking the sofa. The sound of my penis slapping against the water as it entered her vagina made me even happier. With a roar, "Ah..." I ejaculated streams of hot semen into her body. The scalding semen caused her body to jerk, her fingernails digging into my arm. The stinging pain combined with the pleasure of ejaculation was irresistible. After ejaculating, I felt my body go limp and collapsed onto her, panting heavily. My stepmother stroked my hair, a satisfied smile on her face. "Sister, was it good?" I asked softly. "Mmm, it was good," she nodded, smiling. I chuckled and lowered my head to suckle another breast. My stepmother was covered in sweat, and the nipple tasted slightly salty. She groaned softly, "Ugh, it tickles." Struggling to get up. Chapter Thirty-Four. Due to the movement, my penis slipped out of my stepmother's vagina. I hadn't pulled it out after ejaculating, and it was still very slippery inside. My penis hadn't completely softened after ejaculating. My stepmother, stuck in the sofa, struggled a few times but couldn't get up. Seeing me grinning foolishly beside her, she smiled shyly and scolded, "You brat, are you laughing at me? Help me up." Hearing my stepmother's words, I quickly agreed and pulled her up from behind. After getting up, my stepmother looked back at the wet spot on the sofa, then touched her wet buttocks, and suddenly became shy again. "Sister, look, you've gotten the sofa wet." I said with a wicked smile. "Get lost, it's all your fault, you bad thing." My stepmother glared at me and walked towards the bathroom. "Sister, what are you doing? Do you want to take a shower? I'll shower with you." I said eagerly. My stepmother didn't turn around and said directly, "I need to use the toilet, not take a shower." Saying that, she went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. There was someone in the living room, naked from the waist down, and I felt a strange, peculiar feeling. I used to dream of conquering my stepmother, of winning her over, but now that I finally had her, I didn't feel the excitement I'd imagined; instead, I felt a pang of sadness. Just as I was lost in thought, my stepmother came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her private parts. Seeing me still standing there naked, she quickly asked, "Xiaotian, what are you thinking about? Go wash up." I smiled and nodded, then went into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower, roughly dried myself off, and wrapped myself in a towel before coming out. My stepmother had already tidied the sofa and cleaned up the areas soaked from our bodily fluids. When she saw me, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly. I went to her side, hugged her tightly, and said tenderly, "Sister, I love you. I can't lose you. I've been in so much pain these past few days, thinking you'd never speak to me again." As I spoke, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. My stepmother also sobbed, "I have no choice, what am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to do?" We hugged each other and cried for a while. I realized this wasn't a solution; it was better to talk things out. My stepmother had been torn, and tonight we crossed the final line of taboo. One reason was that my stepmother still loved me deeply, and the other was that she was emboldened by alcohol. If we didn't talk things out tonight, she might ignore me again tomorrow or the day after. I said to my stepmother with deep emotion, "Sister, what are we going to do now? How about we elope?" My stepmother was clearly taken aback by my words, then sighed and said, "Silly boy, elope? Where can we elope to? I've thought it through. Let's just leave it at that for now. It's all a tragedy." "Sister." I hugged my stepmother tightly again. I knew she had made up her mind, and I couldn't ask for too much from her. This was the best she could do. That night, I slept in my father's bed with my stepmother in my arms. We didn't make love; we just held each other tightly, feeling each other's heartbeats. The next morning, I woke up early, my arms wrapped around my stepmother's waist. She was sleeping soundly with her back to me. My erect penis pressed against her firm buttocks, the tight flesh making my glans tingle. Then I realized I hadn't appreciated my stepmother's buttocks before. I thought to myself, "Really, it used to be my favorite, but I always forget it at crucial moments, always heading towards my stepmother's private parts." Thinking this, I reached for my stepmother's buttocks, and a firm, elastic sensation instantly spread from my hand throughout my body, making me let out a soft "Ah..." My movements woke my stepmother, who mumbled sleepily, "Oh, you're so annoying." I chuckled, tightened my grip, and gently blew on the back of her neck. My stepmother kept pushing me away, groaning, "It tickles! I hate it!" She opened her sleepy eyes and looked back at me, disturbing her sleep. "What time is it? Ugh, you're tickling me!" she cried. I glanced at my phone and said, "It's only six o'clock, still early." My stepmother snorted, "Only six o'clock? I'm not awake yet!" I chuckled and said, "Sis, wake up, it's time for breakfast." I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed one of her breasts from behind, and thrust my penis directly into her buttocks. But since I couldn't see, I relied entirely on feeling, and after several attempts, I couldn't get it in, only eliciting soft moans from her. Realizing this wouldn't do, I quickly got up, knelt on the bed, and pulled her down to her knees as well. My stepmother's round, pert buttocks faced me. Before me lay a vast expanse of white flesh, with a dark forest and a pink valley within. Before I could even appreciate the sight, I grasped my penis and aimed it at her labia, thrusting forward. But because there had been no foreplay, her labia were dry, and I couldn't penetrate. The friction of my glans against her dry labia caused both of us to cry out in pain. I shifted back, gripped her buttocks with both hands, lowered my head, and licked her labia with my tongue. My saliva slowly moistened her labia, increasing with each lick. I could clearly feel her vagina secreting fluid. Seeing that it was sufficiently lubricated, I knelt back on the bed, grasped my penis, and aimed it at her labia, inserting the glans a little. This time, the dryness was gone. I took a deep breath, gripped her buttocks with both hands, and with a sudden thrust of my hips, my entire penis plunged into her vagina. "Ah..." my stepmother cried out. She lay face down on the bed, her head turned to the side, her buttocks raised high, her hair slightly disheveled, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on her smooth, snow-white back. I paused, letting my penis adjust to the tight embrace. This rear-entry position was incredibly pleasurable; it felt like my glans had entered her uterus—the most pleasurable position I'd ever experienced. I felt my penis completely enveloped from head to toe, the vaginal walls soft and silky, the glans protruding through an opening, as if entering a vast space. "Phew..." I let out a long sigh, then thrust my hips back, slowly pulling my penis out, then gently pushing it back in when it was about halfway out. After a few more thrusts, my stepmother's vagina was already quite wet, making the thrusting easier, and I couldn't help but quicken my pace.I increased the speed. "Slap slap slap, slap slap slap, slap slap slap," each thrust of my genitals sent ripples of flesh across my stepmother's buttocks, the sound of flesh colliding rhythmically. My stepmother's moans rose from low to high: "Ah...ah...ah—ah..., ah...ah...ah—ah..., ah...ah...ah—ah…." I loved the feeling of hitting my stepmother's buttocks so much that I felt I loved it more than the feeling of my penis inside her vagina. With each thrust, my stepmother's body involuntarily arched forward, and when I pulled out, the friction pulled her buttocks back, her head now pressed against the headboard. I adjusted her position, pulling her buttocks back so she could hold onto the headboard with both hands, her back parallel to the bed. She cooperated, adopting the new position. I continued thrusting, and after a few thrusts, I noticed her breasts swaying with each thrust. Because her back was parallel to the bed, her breasts hung vertically beneath her body due to gravity, swaying from side to side as I thrust against her buttocks. "Sister, does it feel good?" I thrust hard. "So...good...ah...ah...so deep...ah..." My stepmother responded with moans. I leaned down and straddled her back, reaching my hands under her to grasp her swaying breasts, while simultaneously thrusting my hips forward. I felt myself penetrating deeper, my glans completely exiting her vagina. "Oh...ah...ah...oh...ah...ah...oh..." My stepmother groaned loudly. The bed creaked with my movements, the headboard, which my stepmother was holding, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. After playing with her for a while, I released her breasts, grabbed her right arm with my right hand and pulled it back, while my left hand supported her waist, thrusting even harder. I felt myself about to ejaculate, and this time I didn't hold back, increasing my speed. The frenzied thrusting drove my stepmother almost mad. Her moans were just a single, drawn-out "Ah...ha..." As I neared ejaculation, I made my final thrust. With a few powerful, consecutive slams, I yelled, "Ah ha..." and a gush of hot semen shot into my stepmother's uterus, scalding her and making her tremble. Then she cried out again, her vaginal walls contracting tightly, gripping my ejaculating penis. A stream of clear fluid sprayed onto my glans, and my stepmother and I both reached orgasm.

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