The older woman is really slutty.

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I'm a severe case of mature woman obsession; I prefer older women to younger ones. This isn't to say older women are inherently better, but physiologically, a woman in her forties or fifties can't compare to one in her twenties. With older women, I primarily satisfy my perverse fantasies and reach orgasm on a psychological level.
Because I was obsessed with incestuous mature women novels in my youth, my libido is often aroused by older women. Over time, combined with my past experiences with older women, I've essentially settled on the idea that I can't get satisfaction without older women.
The weather is getting colder, causing me to often feel drowsy, so I've stopped driving to work and started taking the bus instead, where I can doze off.
Here's what happened: On the morning of November 18th, I boarded the bus as usual, but it was crowded, with all the back seats taken. I had to find a seat facing away from the front (buses usually have one or two rows of seats facing away from the front, which aren't very comfortable). Opposite me was an older woman—why do I say that? Because she wasn't wearing her mask properly. Although she was an older woman, with the marks of time on her face and around her eyes, I swear she must have been a beauty in her youth (and it turned out I was right). But what surprised me most was that she was wearing a particularly bright red lipstick. Looking at her red lips, the thought instantly popped into my head, "It would feel so good, so exciting, if those red lips swallowed my big cock." As I thought about it, I felt my penis stirring in my pants. I didn't suppress the feeling; instead, I let it swell and throb, even hoping that the older woman would notice the bulge in my pants at some point.
The bus drove on, and I fantasized the whole way, imagining how I would roll into bed with this older woman, fucking her while shouting "Mommy!" The thrill and taboo of incest made my penis even more swollen and hot inside her.
Later, many elderly men and women got on the bus, and I very politely gave up my seat, then took the opportunity to stand next to the older woman's seat. Several times, when someone walked by, I deliberately squeezed forward and touched the older woman's arm with my genitals. I guess because her clothes were thick, she didn't notice. The bus went a few more stops, and many people got off and on. The elderly woman's passengers also got off, so I got on, hoping for a chance to strike up a conversation.
However, even as I neared my stop, no good opportunities arose. So, I decided to ride a few more stops and see if I could find a chance.
Finally, the opportunity came. The elderly woman seemed unable to send pictures on WeChat. After watching her struggle a few times, I helped her. The problem was simple; usually, too much cache on the phone caused lag. Clearing the cache and restarting the phone solved the problem. With this excuse, I started chatting with the elderly woman about random things. The weather was always a good topic. From our conversation, I learned that she was from the north and had been in H city for seven or eight years, mainly for her son and daughter-in-law. She didn't have much to do usually; she used to take care of the children, but now that they were older, she had little to do. She mostly went out for walks, looking around, or shopping for bargains with the other elderly women in her neighborhood. Later, she got so bored that she enrolled in a senior university, both to pass the time and to keep learning.
I'm very familiar with the senior university; our company did the security system there. I chatted with the older woman for a while, then decided to get off at that stop. On the way to the university, I added her on WeChat.
What happened next was pretty simple: a yearly WeChat offensive. I'd chat with her whenever I had a spare moment, about everything from family life and work to my marriage. She even offered to introduce me to someone, but I took the opportunity to say I didn't like young girls—they were too difficult—and preferred older women who were caring and considerate, making me feel comfortable.
That weekend, I took the bus in the opposite direction to her neighborhood. I wandered around, looking at things from all angles, and then, ironically, I actually bumped into her! She was walking her dog. She seemed quite surprised to see me and asked why I was there. I cheekily replied, "I missed you, so I came to find you."
Being older, she had developed some immunity, and the older woman laughed it off. I told her I also had a dog, but it was too naughty and disobedient. Then she launched into a lecture on dog ownership, and we chatted as we walked. To an outsider, we'd look like a loving mother and son.
I suggested we visit her, and she agreed, saying her son and his family weren't coming over that week, and she'd bought a lot of groceries for nothing. I told her I had a big appetite and could eat them for her. Actually, I was more interested in her breasts and her vagina.
Her house was an old resettlement house, a six-story building. She lived on the second floor, in a room about 80 square meters. The living room and kitchen were connected, making it feel very spacious, while the two bedrooms were relatively small. But it was fine for her to live alone, though it felt lonely to her. I helped her cook and clean like a dutiful son. Every time I saw her bright red lips, I really wanted to pull out my big cock and shove it in her mouth.
I had a big lunch, lots of meat and vegetables, and my auntie's cooking was excellent; I showered her with compliments. After lunch, I lay on the sofa, relaxing and watching TV. As long as you don't feel awkward, others won't feel uncomfortable either. My relaxed and natural attitude made my auntie feel comfortable too.
Southern winters are tough, damp and chilly. My auntie, being a bit vain, wore only a sweater, a woolen skirt, and thick stockings at home. I pretended not to know and said, "No wonder you're cold wearing only stockings!" Then I picked up her feet and tucked them into my lap to warm them. She said the stockings were thick, like thermal underwear. I pretended not to believe her, touched them, and said, "Oh, I see," but I didn't remove her feet, continuing to touch them with my hands.
My desire to have her was burning, and my penis was hardening. I wrapped one arm around the older woman's waist and slipped the other under her legs, lifting her up and placing her on my lap, her buttocks resting on my crotch. I whispered, "It'll be warmer this way."
The older woman didn't struggle; she seemed bewildered. I calmed myself slightly, not continuing, just holding her tighter. Inhaling her scent, I slowly moved closer, gently biting her ear and kissing her cheek. The older woman looked at me with surprise, her large eyes wide. I couldn't back down now. I looked back at her, my gaze unwavering, and then, unexpectedly, I kissed her, pressing her down onto the sofa.
It felt somewhat like rape. The older woman sensed the danger and began to resist, but not strongly. More than anything, I think she was shocked, surprised, and bewildered.
She pressed her lips tightly together, shaking her head to avoid my kiss, but I had gone this far; I couldn't let my guard down, or there would be no future. I started to undress her and take off her pants. As she slightly tried to get up, I pressed her back down, whispering in her ear that I only liked women her age, and that I'd gotten an erection the first time I saw her on the bus. Then I forcefully pulled her hand to my crotch and touched my erect penis.
While the older woman was stunned and her mind went blank, I picked her up, carried her to her bedroom, closed the door, put her on the bed, and started undressing her. I usually wear sportswear on weekends, so taking off my pants is very easy. The older woman was clearly frightened when she saw my erect penis; she closed her eyes, I couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation.
I got on the bed and started to pull off her skirt and stockings. The older woman clung to them tightly, but eventually I conquered her. After pulling down the older woman's shorts, I didn't hesitate to lick her vagina. To be honest, it didn't taste good; it was a bit fishy and salty, completely lacking the feel of a young girl's. I couldn't stand it after a few licks, but I still forced myself to lick. I don't know if it was saliva or the older woman's vaginal fluid, but I felt she was wet enough, so I spread her legs and prepared to thrust in. At the moment my glans touched her labia, the older woman still tried to resist one last time, but in the end, it was too late, and I successfully penetrated her vagina.
I must say, it was a bit tight at first, but as the number of thrusts increased, the older woman's vagina began to adapt, and the warm, moist feeling became stronger and stronger, slowly getting hot. The older woman didn't moan; she just closed her eyes, tilted her head to one side, and let me thrust in and out vigorously.
After about ten minutes of penetration in the traditional position, I knelt down and hugged the older woman, kissing her as I continued. She still acted as if she were being raped, her eyes closed, pretending not to notice. But I wasn't about to let her have her way. I started confessing in her ear, telling her about my perverted condition, trying to awaken a bit of maternal instinct within her, hoping she could comfort herself. I explained that it wasn't that I wanted to do this, but because I was sick, a pathetic man who liked older women. Of course, this tactic was 50/50, but it worked on the older woman. She said, "Hurry up and finish."
With a breakthrough, things became easier. I asked her to change positions, entering from behind, and she slowly complied. At my insistence, she took off all her clothes. She was 58 years old, her skin loose, but thankfully she was quite thin, with little excess fat. But it was precisely her age and status that I liked her.
Reaching the peak of my excitement, I whispered "Mommy, Mommy, your son's big cock is fucking your cunt again, are you enjoying it?"... I used everything I could, and thankfully, those incest novels gave me plenty of material to draw upon.
After another ten minutes or so, the older woman seemed to be feeling something, but she was still holding back, only making soft moaning sounds. I had her switch back to doggy style and started fucking her hard. I could clearly feel my cock getting even bigger, the head of my penis already touching her cervix (my cock is 17 centimeters). Finally, after a final, powerful thrusting of about five minutes, I roared and ejaculated inside her, then collapsed weakly onto her back, pulling the blanket over me, panting, holding her tightly, refusing to pull out.
After resting for about ten minutes, the older woman turned over, wanting to clean up the mess. I wouldn't let her; the longer these things remained, the more she'd remember me. I relentlessly dragged her onto the bed, holding her close, sucking on her nearly shriveled breasts, even threatening to have sex with her again. Once she confirmed my erection was back, she obediently stayed with me.
Next came our heart-to-heart talk. She started asking why I did this, why I liked older women, etc. Luckily, I had a prepared explanation. I told her about my abnormal psychology and physiology. Whether she believed it or not, I believed it; otherwise, how could I have made her believe it?
I was slowly waiting for the older woman to accept today's situation and her expectations of me, then I told her I wanted to do it again. If she agreed, it meant it was over; if not, there probably wouldn't be another chance.
While the older woman still hesitated, I turned over, grabbed my weapon, and thrust back in, not giving her a chance to hesitate. I wanted to have my fill first.
You guessed right, I stayed overnight at my aunt's house. We did it again when I woke up on Sunday morning, but she wouldn't let me go anymore. After lunch, she sternly told me to go home and we'd talk about it later.
Yeah, later, later.

[The End]

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