The director's mother

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Back in school, I'd tried my hand at things with female classmates and young married teachers, which emboldened my lust. I knew that if you could satisfy a woman's romantic desires, there was no woman you couldn't win over.
After graduation, I was assigned to a city as a civil servant. The bureau chief was nearly fifty, a kind and filial man. I'd always been good at handling things, and I knew he was a devoted son, so whenever I had time, I'd visit his home, showing utmost respect to his widowed mother in her seventies, which pleased her greatly. The old lady had been widowed in middle age and didn't like socializing, so she was often lonely. With me keeping her company and making her happy, she treated me like her own grandson. If I didn't visit for a few days, the bureau chief would invite me to his house for dinner. On
the old lady's seventy-fourth birthday, because she had just passed a major milestone, the bureau chief hosted a banquet to celebrate. Everyone rushed over to toast her, and the old lady was very happy, even drinking until her face was flushed. After a while, she became somewhat unwell. The bureau chief, who was also drunk and staggering, asked me to help the old lady home first. In the car, the old lady kept gagging and could hardly sit still. She asked me to help her to the back seat so she could lean on me. I hadn't paid attention to this elderly woman with a full head of white hair before, but today, seeing her rosy cheeks and the way her breasts moved against my chest, I felt a sudden urge. However, I didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the driver, and remained very polite and well-behaved. Once inside, I quickly dismissed the driver and helped the old woman to a single sofa. She leaned to one side, immediately gesturing for me to help her. I seized the opportunity to squeeze onto the sofa, pulling her into my arms. I touched her forehead and cheeks, then pressed my face against hers to test her touch. I rested her head on my neck, and she nestled comfortably in my arms, becoming more talkative. A moment later, tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "It's not easy being a widow. Ah, I'm getting old and will soon be buried."
I immediately responded, "Grandma, you're not old at all. Look how good your skin is now, how charming you are.
If you went out, you'd charm a whole bunch of old men, and maybe even young men would dream about you." I then tentatively kissed her forehead. The old woman trembled slightly, feeling my tight embrace. She looked at me in surprise, a playful chuckle on her face, and tapped my forehead: "You little rascal, all you know is how to make your grandma happy."
Seeing an opportunity, I deliberately averted my gaze, lifted her chin with my right hand, and quietly looked at her. The old lady looked at me dreamily, biting her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing that the time was right, I suddenly pulled her close and kissed her lips deeply. At first, she struggled a little, but soon, my tongue easily slipped into her mouth, which reeked of alcohol. Her tongue met mine. I freed one hand and began to knead her breasts under her sweater; they had little elasticity but were very soft. The old lady closed her eyes and made dog-like whimpers, whimpering. She rubbed her face against my neck.
I slowly slipped my hand inside her sweater, kneading her breasts through her bra for a while, then reached inside to flick her nipples with my fingers.
The old lady twisted her body back and forth, breathing heavily, and cooperated willingly when I unhooked her bra. I suddenly ripped open her coat, revealing two drooping breasts, the nipples like two hard, dry black dates. Her skin was so white, her belly full of wrinkles. I bent down and gently took her nipple into my mouth, and she cried out, "Good boy, good boy, Grandma is so happy today."
I whispered in her ear, "Grandma, I'm a bad boy. I want to fuck you." She covered her face with her hands, too ashamed to lift her head. She just said, "They'll be back soon. Can you hurry up?"
I played hard to get, "Why do you want me to hurry up? Good Grandma!"
"Well, what do you mean by 'I'...you bad boy...fuck me! Fuck me in bed, I want a young man to fuck me. I haven't been fucked by a man in decades. Ah."
I carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and stripped her naked like peeling an onion. Her skin was a little loose, her pubic hair was grayish-white, but thankfully, her labia were pink. It was just that her vaginal opening was very deep. I wanted to linger a little longer, but fearing that someone would come home, I thrust my penis in, and several streams of thick white fluid gushed out of her vagina.
Her whole body trembled beneath her old skin. Just as the old woman was moaning incessantly, the bureau chief called. While I was still having sex with his mother, I said, "Chief, don't worry, she's much better. She's so happy on her birthday today." I handed the phone to the old woman, then helped her up, positioning her kneeling with her back to me. I thrust into her from behind, pounding in and out. The old woman trembled as she picked up the receiver: "Son, I feel much better now. Ah, you should entertain the guests well. With this child here, ah, I'm so happy today."
I ejaculated inside her. From then on, I fucked the bureau chief's mother whenever I had time. I felt that old women were the most appealing. I lost interest in young women and married women.

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