Friend's mother

I have a friend named Xiaopeng, he's about my age, and we're very good friends. Perhaps
it's been admitted to
the same high school in the provincial capital and are in the same class again. On the first day of high school, Xiaopeng smiled and said to me, "We
can go to and from school together again!" I was happy too, except we couldn't go to school and
come home together every day like before, because we started boarding school. But I was still very
grateful to be in the same class as Xiaopeng.

It was Friday, and we had the next two days off. Eager to go home, I finally finished
the last class of the week, and while packing my things, I called to Xiaopeng to hurry up and pack his things so we could go home quickly. Xiaopeng came over and
said to me, "Binzi, I don't want to go home this week. I want to stay at school to catch up on my studies." "Damn, really?
You're such a good student, why would you need to catch up?" Xiaopeng and I have always been playful and mischievous since we were little, so I often use a few swear words when I talk to him
, thinking it makes us sound more affectionate. "Sigh, that was before. This time in the midterm exams, I only got fifth place
in the class . I have to work harder," Xiaopeng said helplessly. I saw the helpless
look on his face behind his thick glasses and sighed inwardly. "Sigh, still so competitive. Look at me, I'm so happy
I'm practically snotting through my nose when I get a mid-to-upper-level score." I said to him, "Okay, since you want to study, I'll go back by myself. Do you want me to
bring you anything?" "Well, when you come back, go to my house and get some clothes to change into. I'll call
my mom tonight and ask her to prepare them for me. Also, if you go to my house and no one is home, just
go in and get them. This is my house key." Xiao Peng handed me a key, then turned and went back to his seat to read.
The other students were noisily packing up to go home; it was unbelievable that he could concentrate on his studies in such a chaotic environment.
I shook my head, put the key in my pocket, picked up my things, and headed home.

It felt so good to be home—eating snacks, surfing the internet, doing absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, I could only indulge myself
for a day and a half; I had to go back to school on Saturday afternoon.

On Saturday, my old junior high classmates called to invite me to dinner. They all dropped out of school after junior high.
During the meal, they opened two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor). I'd never drunk baijiu before, but they insisted I try it. I'd had
a few drinks, and the meal dragged on until past 4 PM. Afterwards, feeling dizzy, I went to the station to catch my
train back to school. Just as I boarded the train, I suddenly remembered I hadn't gone to Xiaopeng's house to pick up his clothes. I slapped
my forehead, cursing myself for almost forgetting about it while so focused on eating. Xiaopeng would be furious when I got back.
Luckily , I had plenty of time, and Xiaopeng's house wasn't far from the station. Fueled by the alcohol, I strolled over to his house.

I'd been to Xiaopeng's house many times; it was in a rather upscale neighborhood. I arrived at his house familiarly
, knocked on the door, but there was no response. Perhaps Xiaopeng's mother isn't home.

Speaking of Xiaopeng's mother, she was once a well-known and beautiful woman.
She was famous because, according to legend, she was abandoned by someone when she was young, around the time Xiaopeng was born.
Unable to bear the scorn and ridicule from her family and relatives, she took Xiaopeng to another city. To survive, she placed
Xiaopeng in a daycare center while she worked as a prostitute in a high-end nightclub. Later, a
wealthy businessman took a liking to her and became his mistress. A few years later, the businessman
died in a car accident, and Xiaopeng... Xiao Peng's mother returned to our area with their savings accumulated over the years, including a few-year-old son, Xiao Peng.
They bought a house and opened a clothing store. It's said that people laugh at poverty but not prostitution; those relatives who used to mock
Xiao shamelessly came to borrow money from them. Xiao Peng's mother simply cut off all contact with them and raised
Xiao Peng alone. All these years have passed, and Xiao Peng's mother remains unmarried, probably living a
lonely .

I say she's beautiful because if Xiao Peng's mother wasn't beautiful, that big boss wouldn't have been interested in her. Besides,
I've seen Xiao Peng's mother many times, and every time I've thought she was very beautiful, although now... She was in her forties,
but people would believe she was thirty.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. Remembering the key Xiaopeng had given me, I took it out, opened the door, and went
inside . Once inside, I saw a bag on the large leather sofa. Opening it, I found Xiaopeng's clothes inside;
it seemed Xiaopeng's mother had already packed them. I picked up the bag and was about to leave when my gaze inadvertently fell upon what
I thought was someone on the bed in the bedroom. I was startled, put down the bag, and quietly walked to the bedroom door,
peering . There lay a mature, sexy woman on the soft bed—it was Xiaopeng's mother. My heart... I don't know
why... She jumped up and down with all her might.

Xiao Peng's mother lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her fair and full face still as beautiful as ever. She
wore a tight black top, her large breasts seemingly about to burst out. She wore a dark
blue pleated skirt, her beautiful legs clad in flesh-colored stockings. Her right leg was extended at an angle, while her left knee was bent at a ninety-degree angle
, the sole of her foot pressed against the inside of her right thigh—a pose resembling yoga.

Seeing Xiao Peng's mother in such a sexy pose, I felt a little flustered, but mostly aroused. I wanted to turn and
leave, but my legs wouldn't listen, my eyes fixed on Xiao Peng's mother's beautiful legs. I was stunned. At that
age, when sexual desire is at its peak, I'd watched porn and masturbated countless times, and I'd peeked at
women with big breasts and beautiful legs more than once. But seeing a beautiful, mature woman lying so sexy in front of me at such close range was
a first. Her exquisite body seemed completely defenseless against me. My blood rushed, and my ears were ringing. Fueled
by the alcohol, I walked over to Xiaopeng's mother and observed her carefully for a while. I smelled a faint scent of alcohol; it seemed Xiaopeng's
mother had also drunk alcohol at noon. No wonder she was sleeping so soundly.

I boldly reached out my trembling hand and placed it on Xiaopeng's mother's thigh, afraid that I would startle her. So
, my hand remained lingering on her silk-stockinged legs. Through the stockings, I felt the smooth, silky texture of her
thighs , and a surge of excitement rose within me. After a while, I slowly moved my hand forward, touching between her legs. It was the
first time I'd ever placed my hand on a woman's private parts, especially my friend's mother's. I felt a mix of excitement, nervousness
, and fear. Because of the pleated skirt and the silk stockings, I couldn't see or feel
her private parts; I only felt a warm, wet sensation on my fingers.

I glanced at Xiaopeng's mother's face and noticed that her eyelids seemed to twitch slightly.
I thought she was awake, and I jumped in fright, quickly reaching out to crouch by the bedside. My heart was pounding. Then,
I felt the person on the bed move a few times. I thought Xiaopeng's mother had woken up. My mind went blank, and I thought, "
This is it."

A few minutes passed, and there was no movement. I mustered my courage and slowly stood up. I saw that Xiaopeng's mother
was still fast asleep, but she had changed her position from lying down to lying on her side. I slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiaopeng's mother was facing away from me, her legs bent and together. She was lying on
the bed . One side of her pleated skirt was lifted up, revealing half of her plump buttocks. Xiaopeng's mother had the
kind of figure that didn't look fat, but she had a lot of flesh on her body. Her large breasts, full thighs, and rounded buttocks were
proof . Through the stockings, I noticed a thin yellow thread that ran deep from her waist into her buttocks, and
the other end was connected to a small piece of cloth covering her private parts. It was not clear from the front because it was between her legs. Only then did I
realize how alluring Xiaopeng's mother was; she was actually wearing a thong! I
'd seen , and they were undeniably sexy. Seeing a real mature woman in a thong still
sent a surge of excitement through me. Those deep, dark buttocks, the tiny thong, the hidden genitals—it was as if a small hand was
tightly gripping my heart. Without hesitation, I pulled out my penis, already
swollen and covered in veins. The large glans, a deep, purplish-red, had broken through the foreskin. A long, thin stream of precum
flowed . I thrust my hips forward, guiding my penis towards Xiaopeng's mother's buttocks. The untouched
glans gently touched her cleft, and a strange sensation spread from my abdomen throughout my body. I
felt my breathing become heavy, my breath hot. With a mix of fear, excitement, and thrill, I
rubbed Xiaopeng's mother's buttocks a few times. This stimulation caused this inexperienced young man to ejaculate quickly,
the gushing hot semen landing on Xiaopeng's mother's stockinged buttocks and staining her pleated skirt. I
saw Xiaopeng's mother's body tremble, which terrified me so much that I almost fell to the ground.
After carefully observing and finding that Xiaopeng's mother was still asleep, I tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbed
some toilet paper, and wiped my glans. Just as I was about to fasten my pants, I suddenly noticed
a pair of black stockings on the washing machine in the corner of the bathroom. I have a bit of a fetish, so I instinctively picked up the stockings and
smelled them. They had a slightly pungent odor, probably from Xiaopeng's mother's laundry. Overjoyed, I
put the stocking over my penis. My penis, which had been slowly softening, became erect again. Suddenly, I heard footsteps
. Panicked, I hastily stuffed the stocking-covered penis back into my pants and turned to leave. Just as I stepped out of
the bathroom, I ran into Xiaopeng's mother.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she looked at me with some surprise and said, "Binzi, you're here."
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Normally quite talkative, my mind went blank. I didn't know what to say and stammered a
"hmm."

Xiaopeng's mother didn't notice my awkwardness. She smiled at me. Not daring to meet her gaze, I
lowered my head and whispered, "Um, Aunt Li, I'm... I'm here to get Xiaopeng's clothes."
Xiaopeng's mother nodded and said, "Okay, I know. Xiaopeng called me. Please sit on the sofa.
I'm going to the bathroom." With that, she left me, still dazed and confused, and went into the bathroom. Seeing the semen still stuck to Xiaopeng's mother's
pleated skirt made me feel both excited and scared, afraid that she would find out it was me.

I mechanically sat down on the sofa, my heart pounding with anxiety. Suddenly, Xiaopeng's mother rushed
out and headed straight for the bedroom. A moment later, she came out of the bedroom again. I looked down and saw a pair of
beautiful legs in thin gray stockings walking gracefully towards me. I quickly looked up and saw that Xiaopeng's mother was already standing in front of me. She had changed her
pleated skirt into a light blue short skirt, and it was clear that she had just changed both the stockings and the skirt, which meant that she
had already discovered the semen on her body. What should I do? Would I be arrested as a pervert? My mind was a complete
mess , but seeing Xiaopeng's mother's kind expression, I felt a little more at ease.

Xiaopeng's mother sat down next to me, and a delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils. It seemed that she had touched up her makeup earlier.
She chatted with me casually for a few minutes, while I, with ulterior motives, gave irrelevant answers, though my nervousness
gradually subsided. I originally wanted to leave quickly, but seeing that I could be alone with Xiaopeng's mother
and occasionally steal glances at her beautiful legs, I persisted in chatting with her.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I checked my watch, it was almost six o'clock. I said to Xiaopeng's mother, "Aunt Li,
I have to go." Xiaopeng's mother also looked at her watch and said, "Don't you have classes tonight? Have dinner before
you go . I'll make it right away; it's all ready and will be done quickly." I don't know if Xiaopeng's mother was just being polite
, but I inexplicably agreed. A short while later, Xiaopeng's mother brought out the food, and she
also brought out a bottle of liquor, asking if I wanted some. I said very seriously that drinking wasn't allowed at school. Xiaopeng's mother laughed and said, "Don't
give me that, I can smell the alcohol on you. Have some for lunch." My pretense was exposed, and I
nodded .

Xiao Peng's mother only let me have a small glass, but she drank several herself. Halfway through the meal, Xiao Peng's mother
was already six-tenths drunk. Fueled by the alcohol, she asked, "Binzi, did you come to my bedroom just now?" These
words were like a bolt from the blue, stirring up my previously calm heart again. I stammered, "No...no."
"Oh, really?" Xiao Peng's mother's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked at me with a smile. "Yes," I replied, lowering my head
.

"Then where did the semen on my body come from? Binzi, Auntie doesn't like liars," Xiao Peng's mother said
seriously .

...I remained silent for a moment.

"Actually, I know even if you don't say it, it was you," Xiao Peng's mother's expression changed, and she said to me seductively.

"Uh, that, that..." No way, she solved the case so quickly? I really regretted not
leaving .

"Don't be nervous. It's normal for teenagers to have sexual urges. I just hope you won't lie.
Tell me what happened, and I'll forgive you." "I didn't expect Xiaopeng's mother to be so open-minded," she said
, blushing slightly. "I was relieved and said, 'Aunt Li, I'm so sorry. I thought you weren't home, so I came in. Seeing you...'"
Lying in bed in the bedroom, your posture was so alluring that I glanced at you a few more times. Then you turned around and faced away from me,
and your big butt... well, it was exposed. I couldn't help it... I couldn't help it..."

"So what?" Xiao Peng's mother wasn't shy at all; instead, she excitedly urged me to say it quickly.

I thought to myself, "How did things get to this point? I might as well go all in." So I said, "I pulled out my dick and pressed it against
your ass, but I came after only a couple of thrusts."

Xiao Peng's mother didn't scold me for my vulgar language. Instead, she downed her glass of liquor and
said, "Binzi, do you think Auntie is pretty?" This seemingly random question was quite seductive. I swallowed hard and
said, "Yes, Auntie is very pretty."

"Sigh, what's the use of being pretty? I'm forty years old, I'm not short of money, but I'm still single
. Who knows how lonely Auntie is? Actually, I was already awake when I turned over. Auntie
knows everything you did afterward. If you had really slept with me then, I probably wouldn't have resisted much." Xiao Peng's mother finished speaking and
looked at me with a wanton gaze.

I blushed deeply, inwardly cursing myself for being a coward. The greater the risk, the greater the reward!

After Xiaopeng's mother finished speaking, she stretched out a beautiful leg in stockings and placed it on my leg, saying, "After talking for so long, Auntie is tired too
. Binzi, give Auntie a leg massage. Auntie won't treat you badly."

Damn, this was blatant temptation. First she used words, now she used actions. I suspected Xiaopeng's mother had
planned this when she invited me to dinner, but looking at her wanton appearance, even if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, my only
choice was to jump.

With trembling hands, I hugged Xiaopeng's mother's beautiful leg. Her legs were fleshy, soft, and boneless, appearing
even more beautiful and sexy through the stockings. Her small toes were painted with red nail polish, and the scalp on the soles of her feet was smooth,
without a single callus. I fondled Auntie Li's beautiful leg, and she giggled incessantly.
Suddenly, Xiaopeng's mother withdrew her leg, letting me explore between her legs with her left hand. A moment later, she grasped my penis and rubbed it lightly
and slowly , causing my penis to swell up like an inflating balloon. I was aroused by Xiaopeng's mother.
Breathing heavily, I roughly slipped my hand inside her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra! No wonder I
'd seen two faintly visible nipples. I grabbed one of her soft, large breasts and kneaded it forcefully, my chest filled
with satisfaction. Xiaopeng's mother felt a mix of pain, itchiness, and numbness from my actions. She glared at me, pulled my hand away,
and then took off her blouse. Two large, white breasts trembled, revealing her. Her nipples were
long and —clearly the result of childbirth, given that Aunt Li was in her forties. Seeing her breasts, I suddenly
remembered that my friend Xiaopeng had grown up on those breasts, and now his friend was going to have them too. I felt
a pang of guilt, a sense of betrayal towards Xiaopeng. But Aunt Li's alluring gaze and those trembling breasts
instantly dispelled my guilt. Sex is a basic human need; human nature is unchangeable, especially for a sexually driven
teenager like myself.

Aunt Li, cupping her large breasts in her hands, said, "Binzi, lick my nipples with your tongue."

As if under the influence of an aphrodisiac, I pounced on her, sucking hard on her nipples, occasionally teasing them with my teeth
. Aunt Li felt both pain and itchiness, moaning excitedly as she kneaded my
penis through my pants. My right hand wasn't idle either, grabbing her other breast and squeezing it forcefully, her breasts
constantly changing shape in my hands.

Aunt Li couldn't resist any longer; she pulled out my swollen penis and found it covered by black stockings,
stained with the semen secreted from my urethra. Aunt Li laughed and scolded, "You rascal, so you like this
kind of thing?" I was no longer restrained, kneading Aunt Li's breasts as I said, "I
like everything Auntie has. Auntie, I want to fuck you, I can't take it anymore." Without further ado, I spread Aunt Li's legs,
excitedly pressing my penis against her vulva. Because of the stockings, my penis couldn't penetrate. I roughly
tore off her stockings at the crotch; her private parts were still covered by her thong. I ripped off the thong, and
without even removing the black stockings from my penis, I pushed it into her vagina. Having no experience, at least not practical experience,
I tried several times but couldn't get in. I was getting impatient, and Aunt Li was even more impatient than me. Her vagina had already
secreted a lot of lubrication. She removed the black stockings from my penis and then grabbed it with her hand,
guiding it towards her vagina. Finally, my penis was completely inserted into her vagina. Aunt Li trembled all over, tightly
hugging my waist. I felt my penis enter a warm, moist space; a ring of soft, tender flesh
enveloped my glans, making me feel like I was in heaven. This was much more stimulating than masturbating. I kept thrusting in and out with all my might,
and Aunt Li moaned in rhythm with my thrusts, babbling incoherently: "Ah...fuck me to death...big cock...so
awesome, fuck me harder...kill my pussy." It seems Aunt Li really is promiscuous;
the rumors that she used to work with prostitutes are indeed true. Although I had already ejaculated once, the thrill of this first experience did
n't last long. A few minutes later, my semen shot into Aunt Li's vagina. I lay on
top of Aunt Li, panting, large beads of sweat dripping onto her face. Aunt Li, still wanting more, held me tightly, not letting me
pull out my almost limp penis.

After a few minutes, my penis softened and slipped out of Aunt Li's vagina, a
stream of semen spilling out and staining the sofa. Aunt Li wiped my penis and her genitals with her black stockings,
then went to clean up the semen on the sofa. I inserted my fingers into Aunt Li's vagina, mimicking the way male actors in pornographic films
thrust in and out, and Aunt Li started moaning again. Aunt Li's libido was aroused again by me. She
recklessly took my penis into her mouth and began to stroke it up and down. In a short while, my penis became thick and large again. Watching
Aunt Li's two red lips envelop my ugly penis gave me a great sense of satisfaction. I held
her head and desperately pounded my penis into her mouth. Aunt Li gagged occasionally from the impact,
but she still desperately sucked on my penis. I was burning with lust, pushing my penis into her mouth as far as possible.
I felt my large glans reaching into her esophagus. After a while, Aunt Li seemed unable to bear it any longer. She cried out
for my penis, gagged incessantly, and her body trembled, but she still held my
head tightly, my penis deeply pressed against her throat. A dozen seconds later, Aunt Li's eyes rolled back, and her legs convulsed uncontrollably.
A spasm ran through her. I quickly released her head. Aunt Li spat out my penis, gagging incessantly, sticky saliva and stomach acid
dripping from . Seeing her in such pain, I felt a surge of excitement. I
thrust my penis back into her mouth, gripping her head tightly. I felt my penis swell even more,
penetrating her vagina. Aunt Li gagged again. Whenever she couldn't bear it anymore, I would
pull my penis out slightly, and when she felt a little better, I would forcefully insert it to the deepest part of her esophagus. This happened
several times . The more Aunt Li suffered, the more excited I became. After a while, I felt Aunt Li was about
to give up, so I stopped torturing her. Aunt Li lay slumped on the bed, unable to speak, panting heavily.
Stomach acid dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her large breasts, and my pubic hair was also wet with her stomach acid.

I held Aunt Li down on the sofa and penetrated her from behind. Aunt Li was exhausted and
let me do as I pleased. After a few dozen thrusts, I heard her moans getting louder. I pulled her
close to face me, held her head, and shoved my penis into her mouth. Aunt Li shook her head, but
she couldn't withstand my force. Eventually, my penis went down her esophagus. I started thrusting in and out frantically, completely
ignoring her pained expression. A few minutes later, when I pulled my penis out of her mouth, she suddenly
vomited up what she had eaten that evening. Seeing the filth stuck to her lips and breasts, I felt both nauseous and excited.
I put my penis back in her mouth and thrust in and out. Aunt Li kept vomiting, getting filth all
over herself, me, the sofa, and the floor. Eventually, she couldn't vomit anymore, just
dry heaving . I pulled out my penis, held her plump buttocks, and thrust into her vagina. Aunt Li wasn't reacting much anymore;
she seemed to be half-asleep. Finally, I ejaculated inside her.

After resting for about half an hour, Aunt Li finally recovered. She cursed, "Binzi, you trying to
kill me, you bastard! But I've never experienced that feeling before, it was quite exciting." It seems
Aunt Li has a masochistic streak. I said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I just couldn't help myself."
Aunt Li didn't blame me, just punished me by making me tidy up the room.

After I finished tidying up, I had sex with her again before rushing back to school. Later, Aunt Li and I had several more in-depth "discussions," and our relationship gradually cooled

after I went to university in another city . [The End]

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