He was a boy then

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Back in 1997, I was a sophomore in high school, a typical young adult. I disliked science, so my grades consistently ranked in the bottom ten of my class. I often skipped classes and played around with other unmotivated classmates. I think everyone's adolescence is the same; we were exposed to "adult" things long ago—books and videos bombarded us with the adult world's culture. In the days that followed, excitement, novelty, fantasy, and masturbation accompanied us, endlessly repeating the same cycle.

I lived in a residential compound, and her family lived in the building next to mine, both on the second floor. I was very close to her son, and we'd played together for years, with me frequently visiting her home. Later, due to school and other reasons, I lost contact with her son.

She was a law enforcement officer, responsible for inspecting and managing the food industry. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a dark blue uniform; she was very beautiful, even though she was already 35 years old. Curly hair, fair and full skin, a slender waist, long and strong legs, big eyes, and full lips—she was the object of my fantasies during my budding sexuality. Whenever I had free time, I would watch her go to and from work from the balcony, observing her figure and her movements. Heh, in today's terms, that would be considered perverted and lewd, but I felt it was the kind of sexual development a teenage boy should have.

Her husband was a government employee, working in a county town in our city, and he usually came home once a week; I rarely saw him. She wasn't idle either; she frequently participated in activities and loved dancing. One time, she wore a red dress for a ballroom dance, completely captivating me. Despite the more than ten-year age gap, I secretly fell for her. Her son was several grades younger than me, and I would often ask him to take me to his house to play, trying to get closer to her.

Once, while playing video games with her son at her house, around noon, she returned. Her dark blue uniform was very form-fitting, and I stared at her for a long time, even going so far as to greet her as "Auntie." She glanced at us and went inside to change. She came out a while later, wearing a khaki polka-dot dress. Her slender arms and long, fair legs were so alluring. She invited me to stay for dinner, but I declined, saying my home was nearby and I'd eat at home later. She didn't try to persuade me to stay much and went to cook. The kitchen faced our room, and as I cooked, I kept glancing over there. When she bent over to wash vegetables, her buttocks jutted out, and the clasp of her bra was faintly visible. Back then, there weren't low-cut or backless dresses like there are now, and looking at her figure and limbs, I was quite satisfied. During summer vacation, I would wait to watch her go to and from work. She had a lot of clothes, changing outfits every two days. The most striking was her black suit with black stockings, which accentuated her breasts, waist, and buttocks—so seductive.

I often fantasized about her in this outfit.

As mentioned before, she wasn't idle. Since her husband was gone, she was always out and about, only returning home at night. Her son preferred to visit his maternal grandparents, so she was often home alone. I even started making plans to sneak in when the opportunity arose, and then... I woke up; it was all a dream. One day, her husband came home. The two of them were downstairs putting something away. Because it was Sunday, she was dressed casually in a pink dress. Although it was a bit loose, the wind made her crotch and breasts very obvious. I couldn't help but touch my penis from upstairs, and it got hard instantly. After that, I spent more time with her son, often buying him snacks, and I had more opportunities to go to her house. One day, after lunch, we played games on our newly bought 52-in-1 game. She was sleeping, so we closed the door and played. In the middle, I said I was going to the bathroom, and he played a few rounds. After closing the door, I didn't go to the bathroom. I mustered up my courage and went directly to her bedroom door. I listened for a moment and there was no sound. I gently pushed it open, and she was sleeping on the bed with her back to me, uncovered, with the car fan blowing on her. The strong sunlight shone on her fair, full skin. She was still wearing that pink dress, her white bra clearly visible, and her panties were also white. As I looked at her, I felt my throat go dry.

Suddenly, she turned over and lay on her back, startling me so much that my face paled and my heart pounded. Her breasts were firm, and her pubic area was clearly visible. Looking at her face, there were no wrinkles typical of a 35-year-old woman, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time.

After peeping at her, I went home and ejaculated several times, my desire growing stronger. Judging from her appearance, I guessed she was the horny type. I had heard from my classmates that women in their thirties are like wolves and women in their forties like tigers, but I had never done it myself before, and I didn't have the guts.

The opportunity finally came. One day, I learned from her son that her husband was away on a business trip and her son was going to summer camp. I was excited for a long time and began to nervously plan, thinking that at worst I would be beaten or scolded by her. I followed her for a few days; she ate at her parents' house and slept at her parents' house. One sweltering afternoon, while everyone else was sound asleep seeking respite from the heat, I knocked on her door, my heart pounding. She took a while to open it, wearing her signature pink dress, her face flushed. She asked what I wanted, and I said I was there to retrieve a book her son had borrowed from me. She let me in. Once inside, she said she'd look for it, and I secretly locked the door from the inside. Of course, my heart was pounding.

She asked what book it was, and I said a comic book. I watched her search, sometimes crouching, sometimes standing. The underarm area of her dress was quite large; when she bent over, I could see her bra. She turned to me and said to wait for her son to come back, as she couldn't find it. I said I'd borrowed it from someone else, and they were asking for it back. She said she hadn't seen it. I asked if it was at another house. She thought for a moment, then went straight to the bedroom. I followed her in, and when she wasn't looking, I slowly closed the bedroom door. Suddenly, she knelt on the bed, reaching for the windowsill by the window, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her loose, curly hair falling loosely in the wind. I felt my blood rush to my head, and my penis hardened. I slammed the bedroom door shut and pressed myself against her.

I was wearing very little that day, just a tank top and shorts. When I pressed down on her, she felt so soft and warm, my penis pressing against her plump buttocks, my mouth licking her back, my hands gripping her arms tightly. She was startled for a moment, then began to resist. Her cries weren't loud; she asked, "What are you doing?" I didn't say anything, my penis thrusting downwards forcefully, feeling like I was hitting her anus. She lifted her buttocks, and I pressed down harder, my penis rubbing against the flesh of her buttocks, becoming even harder. She was still yelling, "What are you doing? I'll tell your parents!" I said, "I love you, Auntie. I want you. Auntie, I've been watching you for a long time. The drawing on your car seat is mine." She struggled and screamed, "You can't do this! Get up!" She tried to pull her hands away from me and prop herself up, but I didn't grab her hands. Instead, I grabbed her breasts with both of my own. She tried to cover her chest, but I pushed her down again. She started cursing at me and scratching at me relentlessly. Her breathing became heavy, and we both started sweating. I lifted my lower body and turned her over. She looked at me in surprise and continued screaming, "What are you doing? Get out of here!" She pressed her legs against my butt. I ignored her and spread her arms, just like in the video, and pressed my lips against hers. After just one kiss, she couldn't speak anymore and shook her head back and forth. I kept searching for her mouth. I sat up, put her hands on top of me, held them down with one hand, grabbed a towel with the other, and shoved it into her mouth. She was clearly exhausted and only struggled weakly. I started grabbing her breasts wildly with one hand. She was under the control of the towel, only able to make muffled sounds. I started nibbling at her neck, feeling her rapid breathing, her body rising and falling. I pressed against her chest, the fleshy sensation incredibly pleasurable. One hand began to roam to her genitals, pressing with a finger. Even through her skirt and underwear, I could feel how hot her genitals were. She tried to close her legs, but I held them down with my legs. I pressed for about five minutes, then felt her vagina tremble, and something hot came out. To prevent her from removing the towel from her mouth, I knelt on her hands with my legs, and took off her shirt. Suddenly, I saw her cry—not the cry of a 35-year-old woman, but the cry of a young girl. I continued to take off her underwear. She looked at my penis, turned her head away, and closed her eyes. I turned her over, tied her hands tightly with a pillowcase, then turned her back over. I thought, "Okay, I can begin."

I lifted her legs and spread them apart. Wow, white panties! My mouth watered. At this point, I was completely free of the initial nervousness and confusion, and I proceeded steadily, step by step. I pressed my penis against her panties, and she suddenly started to writhe, making soft, whimpering sounds from under the towel. I wedged her legs between my legs and waist, and my hands roamed over her smooth, fleshy thighs. They were so smooth, so fleshy. I slowly moved down her thighs to her buttocks. Even though she was wearing panties, my hands still felt itchy, like kneading dough. More than 40 minutes had passed, and we were both drenched in sweat. My hands and mouth had completely subdued her, and her legs were at my mercy.

I lifted her legs, pulled down her panties, then lifted her skirt and spread it apart. There was a red spot among her dark pubic hair. She tried to kick me several times, but I spread and clamped her legs between them. I thrust my penis against her vulva, but didn't penetrate; I just rubbed it back and forth. Her upper body and head moved back and forth, trying to get up several times, but I pressed them down each time.

I kept saying, "Auntie, I've liked you for a long time, please, Auntie, let me keep you company." I started lifting her skirt, exposing her navel and bra. I unhooked her bra and vigorously rubbed her breasts. Her breasts were very firm; although she had given birth, the color was still so rosy. At that time, I didn't understand what erect nipples meant; I thought it was just like that. I pressed down on her, sucking and biting her breasts. Just then, I felt myself ejaculating. I stood up, spread her legs, and she seemed to realize something, kicking her legs hard. It was my first time doing it for real, and I didn't know what to do, so I just imitated the motion of inserting. I leaned forward, and with a whoosh, it went in. The first time I felt it, it was wet, warm, and slippery inside. I started thrusting, and after a few thrusts, I ejaculated. My penis went soft instantly. I pulled it out and saw that it was covered in semen. Looking at her, her face was red. I pressed down on her, grabbed a towel, and said, "Auntie, I love you," and pressed my lips to hers.

This time she didn't resist, responding to my kiss. I almost swallowed her mouth whole. Suddenly, her tongue came over, and I don't know how, but our tongues intertwined. I suddenly stopped and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I love you so much, you know? I see you every day." Before I could finish, she pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed again. I stroked her body and legs with my hands. The first time I experienced the feeling of tongues entwining, it was so beautiful!

I suddenly realized what was happening, so I turned her over, released her hands, picked her up, and let her lean against me. She didn't say anything, just breathed heavily. I took off all her skirts, and she said, "What else do you want to do?" I said, "Auntie, I want more. I want you whole." We stared at each other for a long time. My hand froze in mid-air. Suddenly, she picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from my face. I knew what was going on. After taking off her skirt and bra, I placed her on my lap, licking her back while my hands still grasped her breasts. She started moaning and occasionally tugging at my hair. I noticed her mouth was constantly open, so I laid her on the bed, pressed myself against her, and kissed her full lips. Her hands were stroking our backs. Soon, I got hard again. She noticed and got up, telling me to lie down. I saw that she was actually laughing. She touched my penis a few times, then pressed herself against me, giving me another long kiss. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, moving slightly back and forth—it felt so good. My penis was right against her vulva, feeling warm. She slowly moved her body up, bringing her breasts to my mouth. I started sucking harder, licking her nipples a few times with my tongue. She let out a long moan. My hands weren't idle either; I grabbed her buttocks hard. She asked, "What are you thinking?" I said, "I just missed you, really." She asked, "What did you miss about me?" I said, "I missed your body." She laughed. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, lifting her thighs, about to penetrate her. She said, "Slow down." She parted her labia with her hands. Wow, it was pink and fleshy inside. I went in all at once. She winced and thrashed at me a couple of times, saying, "Slow down." I laughed and started thrusting. This time it felt so good. She cried out from time to time, which greatly stimulated me. The more she cried out, the harder I thrust. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even faster. She sensed it too and said, "Come out, don't ejaculate inside." Her voice and body moved in fits and starts. I didn't even notice, and whoosh—I ejaculated. I collapsed on top of her and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful." I was so tired, but just to be safe, I got up, wiped my sweat, and prepared to leave. She lay naked on the bed, panting. I checked my watch; it had been exactly two and a half hours. I went up to her, hugged her, and kissed her again and again. I said, "I'm leaving, Auntie." She didn't say anything, just touched my face and smiled.

For a while afterward, I often thought about that day at night, and I would masturbate whenever I thought about it. I felt very awkward when I saw her on weekdays. A week later, she met me on the street and said, "Come over tonight." I was stunned.

That night, I said I was going to a classmate's house and left. When I got to her house, she said, "You're really brave, coming just like that." I smiled. She changed into a skirt, very short, just covering her buttocks. While watching TV, she drew the curtains, turned on the fan, and said, "Are you hot? If you're hot, take off your clothes." I was overjoyed and took off my shirt. She turned off the light and sat down next to me. I suddenly hugged her and said, "Auntie, what's wrong? You wanted to call me?" She said, "Let's see if you dare to do it again." My hand was on her thigh. I wanted to touch her further, but she stopped me and said, "Don't rush." I started touching her breasts. When I touched them, I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. This greatly aroused me. I started grabbing wildly with both hands. She half-stopped and half-relented, making "mmm" sounds. Suddenly, she rolled over and pressed her mouth against mine. I could feel how hot her body was. She stopped, got up, turned off the TV, and said, "Come on," so I went into the bedroom with her. The curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a breath of air. She turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim light made her figure look even more sexy. I then noticed there was a straw mat on the bed. I said, "Auntie, you're really thinking too much." Before she could say anything, I took off my underwear and pounced on her. She started giggling. I quickly took off her skirt and underwear, and then started kissing her back passionately, moving down to her buttocks. The light made her buttocks look even fuller. I pressed my face against hers, and I could hear her moaning on top of me. I turned her over and kissed her passionately—her eyes, mouth, neck, breasts, and navel. I said I wanted to kiss her genitals. She looked at me suspiciously. I parted her legs and stuck my tongue inside. She started twisting her body and even pressed my head down with her hands, as if she wanted to push me in. When I got up to penetrate her, she put a condom on me and said, "Be careful." I held her legs with both hands, my penis thrusting back and forth. She moaned softly, occasionally letting out a loud cry. I had her sit on top of me, and she slowly climbed on top of me. After I inserted my penis into her vagina, her buttocks started moving. It felt so good; it's so good when a woman is on top, especially a mature woman. Her breasts bounced up and down beautifully. I felt I was about to finish, so I pressed her down beneath me and thrust violently for a while before ejaculating. After taking out the condom, I told her, "Not as good as last time, right?" She said, "Okay." The temperature slowly dropped, and we hugged each other naked, touching and talking until we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't resist, so we did it again. This time I didn't have time to put on a condom, and she didn't stop me. I ejaculated inside her, and it felt so good. We slept in each other's arms until dawn. I woke up at 10 a.m. and admired her beside me, a perfect mature woman. I accidentally kissed her awake, and we kissed for a while longer before getting up to eat.

A month later, her family moved away from our compound, and her son went to university. We rarely contacted each other, and gradually lost touch. I'd been working away from home for several years, until I met her a few days ago. Regardless, it was my first time. Many times when I masturbate, I still think of her.

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