Conquering mature women

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It was around August 2016. I was living in my cousin's dowry apartment. This October, my lovely cousin was getting married, so naturally, I had to move out and find another place. I finally found an apartment in a relatively new complex; it's 28 stories high, and I live on the eighth floor. To thank my cousin and the neighbors, I hosted a dinner party, which included my protagonist today, Aunt Qin.
Aunt Qin's house is right across from mine, three apartments on the first floor. She's a traditional, warm woman. Approaching 50, plump, with big eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, she has a kind, friendly, and elegant demeanor. She has large breasts, a wide bottom, and thick legs, with a noticeable "spare tire" around her waist when she sits down. Most importantly, she's very fair-skinned. To be honest, women here generally have good, delicate skin, but such fair and tender skin is rare. I was completely smitten the first time I met her. She loves wearing all kinds of stockings and high heels. Such a plump, mature, and sexy woman is exactly what I've always dreamed of. I often find excuses to take pictures of her, and I masturbate while looking at her photos. How many lonely nights had I spent in fury? Aunt Qin's husband was a construction contractor in Hainan, essentially a small-time foreman. He was short, fat, and dark-skinned. I'd only seen him a few times a year. Her son seemed to be an engineer, settled in another city. Aunt Qin didn't have a proper job; besides eating and drinking, she had two hobbies: playing mahjong and square dancing.
I'd lived here for over three years, and I'd troubled Aunt Qin with many things. Even during this move, she drove herself, making countless trips for me, for which I was incredibly grateful. Although it's said that a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, the wicked desire lurking within me was like a seed in the desert, ready to sprout when it found water.
The dinner party started that evening. Everyone was there except Aunt Qin. I had to call twice before she finally said she was downstairs. I went to greet her at the door, and oh my god, Aunt Qin was all dressed up! Bright red lipstick, a red, tight-fitting, see-through short-sleeved top, a black skirt, black stockings, and black stiletto heels – I almost had a nosebleed! She was carrying a case of red wine. Seeing my flustered reaction, she chuckled and asked if I'd never seen a beautiful woman before. I immediately complimented her, saying she was so sexy. I didn't say beautiful, I said sexy, which made the woman glare at me with a laugh. We went upstairs laughing.
Aunt Qin and I sat next to each other. It was crowded, and I was wearing shorts and flip-flops in the sweltering heat, looking completely unrefined. Aunt Qin was eloquent and brought a cheerful atmosphere wherever she went, so everyone at the table showered her with compliments. Amidst the laughter and toasts, when everyone was halfway through, I handed the keys to my cousin and toasted her in gratitude. I toasted Aunt Qin, intending to say that I felt like family to her over the years thanks to her kindness as a neighbor. But instead, I said she was like a lover. The whole table burst into laughter, making me blush bright red. Aunt Qin laughed so hard she bent over, then tried to smooth things over, saying, "You're like my son, I've never treated you like an outsider. In my eyes, you're like my…" She meant to say "son," but then paused, laughing so hard, and suddenly someone at the table blurted out "little lover." Everyone slapped the table, laughing so hard they almost fell over. Damn, this was unacceptable! We couldn't drink anymore; everyone's stomachs were cramping from laughing. Aunt Qin was also laughing hysterically, one hand on my leg, the other on her glass on the table, head tilted back in laughter. This unintentional action suddenly made me want to join in. You see, I was wearing shorts, and because I was hot, I even pulled the shirt up a bit. It just so happened that Aunt Qin's hand and my leg were skin-to-skin, and a soft warmth traveled through my central nervous system, instantly clearing my mind. Almost unconsciously, I placed my hand, which was close to Aunt Qin's, on her hand that was on my leg, and gently stroked it. Suddenly, Aunt Qin realized what was happening, quickly pulled her hand away, but without changing her expression, and continued chatting and laughing with everyone. Everyone continued taking turns toasting, and I started to get serious. I deliberately spread my legs wide, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against Aunt Qin's thigh. Later, Aunt Qin seemed to realize I was taking advantage of her, and intentionally or unintentionally moved her leg away, but sometimes she would deliberately let me stay close, then stand up to toast or cross her legs to deliberately avoid me. I kept looking for opportunities to advance, but Aunt Qin remained unmoved, acting as if nothing was wrong. As the wine flowed freely, a surge of lust arose within me. I deliberately and subtly slipped one foot between her legs from behind, my right foot pressed against her left. She couldn't immediately pull away; to do so, she would have had to lift her foot, but she didn't. I savored the soft warmth of her calves touching, while pretending to be nonchalant as I watched her and the others. Quite pleased with myself, I even boldly began to shake my foot, rubbing it against her calf. This intimate act was incredibly exciting. Although I smiled, speaking and laughing as appropriate, my heart was pounding with excitement. I'm sure my face was flushed, but the alcohol masked my reaction.
Later, as the party drew to a close and everyone prepared to leave, I felt a pang of anxiety. Although I hadn't done anything disrespectful to the woman in over three years, the thought of being far apart in the future, and the uncertainty of seeing her again, even if we did, might not bring us back to this intimate state. Even if I harassed her today, as long as she doesn't yell and ignore me afterward, I'll still harass her again. With this thought in mind, I looked for an opportunity to think about it more deeply. As everyone prepared to leave, I realized my chance was slipping away and panicked. Seeing she hadn't gotten up yet, I pretended to be drunk and tried to get up, but when I placed my right hand near her thigh, I gave it a hard rub. The woman, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pushed my hand away and pinched me in retaliation, saying, "Xiao Song, see if there's any wine left? Take it with you." I gritted my teeth in pain and quickly checked; there were two bottles of red wine left. As I reached the door, it started raining, and everyone scattered like birds. The rain was quite heavy. Finally, the woman offered to drive me home, so the two of us, plunging into the rain, got into the car.
Outside was a noisy world, but inside the car was incredibly quiet. We sat there quietly for about a minute, the only sound the constant whirring of the windshield wipers. After a long while, I secretly glanced at the woman. Her face was flushed, but she didn't seem angry. I cautiously asked, "Auntie, are you alright after drinking?" The woman patted her cheeks and said she was fine. At that time, I had just gotten my driver's license and didn't own a car, but I could drive. I said, "How about I drive? I think you can rest for a bit." The woman thought for a moment and chuckled, "Okay, but please don't drive into the police station." I laughed and said, "I'm not that bad." So we switched seats. The woman was about to open the car door when I said, "Be careful of getting wet." I said, "Move your seat back, and I'll get on from underneath." So we moved the seats back, and the woman's back was to me. I was on top of her, and a plump, soft bottom was pressing against my penis. I noticed she was a bit chubby, so I supported her with both hands, accidentally placing them on either side of her two incredibly soft breasts. I deliberately pushed my penis upwards, and my hands pressed tightly against the woman's breasts. It was so exciting. After finally managing to switch places with the woman, she was panting heavily, laughing as she playfully slapped me, saying, "You little pervert, how dare you take advantage of your auntie!" I replied, "I'm not called a little pervert, I'm called a little lover." She laughed and slapped me again.
We carefully made our way to my building. I said to her, "Auntie, would you like to come up for a bit?" She said it was too late, but I said, "You're still a bit tipsy, come up for a cup of tea to sober up." She thought for a moment and then agreed. She asked me to take the remaining two bottles of wine home, saying it was a gift. I didn't refuse, carrying the bottles in one hand and offering the other to her, saying, "Auntie, let me help you." We then took her chubby hand, laughing and running towards the elevator in the rain. When we got to the elevator, we saw many people carrying things, blocking the entrance. So I suggested we take the stairs. And so, we staggered up the stairs. This was tough on the woman. By the fourth floor, she was panting and said she couldn't climb any further. I seized the opportunity and offered to carry her. She refused, just laughing and saying that she was too skinny to carry me. So the two of us continued uphill. I held her hand and found an opportunity to intertwine our fingers, secretly glancing at her. She just laughed and acted as if nothing was wrong.
Upon entering, the two women slumped onto a three-seater sofa, still holding hands. The woman struggled to pull her hands away, repeatedly complaining of thirst and wanting water. I fetched a glass and poured her some. She was watching TV. On the sofa, I put one arm around her shoulder and held the glass in the other, intending to feed her. The woman seemed uneasy and tried to hold the glass herself, but I insisted on feeding her, and she fell silent. After a few sips, she refused to drink anymore, resting her head on the sofa, panting, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. Her large breasts were so close; I looked at her, her eyes closed, and seeing her bright red lips stirred a surge of emotion within me. I couldn't resist kissing her, but the woman sensed something amiss, suddenly opened her eyes, gasped in surprise, and leaned back, shouting, "Xiao Song, what are you doing?" I missed, but landed squarely on top of her.
My face flushed, I gasped, "Aunt Qin, I love you. I love you." Aunt Qin struggled and shouted, "Are you crazy? I'm your aunt! How could you do this?" I stammered, "Aunt Qin, I like you so much! I've liked you for so long!" I pressed down on her, trying to kiss her, while trying to pry her hands away from her chest. Aunt Qin struggled and said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I'll scream!" I was startled and slowed down my movements. Aunt Qin said angrily, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! Let go of me, or I really will scream!" I was terrified and involuntarily let go of Aunt Qin. She pushed me away and stood up to leave. I stammered, "Aunt Qin, I'm sorry." Aunt Qin grabbed me and walked towards the door with a stern face. I pulled her back and said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Qin, I'm so sorry. I was really wrong." Just as we reached the door, I blocked it with my body, preventing her from opening it. Aunt Qin, with a dark face and a low voice, said, "Get out of my way!" and tried to grab the lock to open the door. I hugged Aunt Qin tightly, repeatedly saying, "Aunt Qin, I'm sorry, please don't go." Aunt Qin wouldn't listen, forcefully pulling her hand away and slapping me across the face. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with shame, my face burning red. Even worse, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Aunt Qin was stunned, probably realizing she'd gone too far, so she reached out and touched my cheek, her anger subsiding. She simply said, "Xiao Song, how could you do this? I'm as old as your mother. I only treat you like a son. You're still young, you need your own love, your own family. What we've done makes me feel so guilty. Look how handsome you are, with so many young girls chasing after you. How could you like a woman as old as me? Look how fat I am, I can't compare to those young girls at all. You should be chasing them, that's the right path." I held Aunt Qin, who didn't struggle, and I didn't make any further moves. We were both breathing heavily. The rich scent of Aunt Qin's perfume gradually stirred my hormones again. I wiped my tears on her shoulder, pressed her against the wall, and remained expressionless. She probably had no idea what I was thinking, just watching me as I held her so tightly. Suddenly, Aunt Qin accidentally bumped the light switch in the living room, plunging the doorway into darkness, with only the flickering light of the television in the living room.
In the darkness, I saw Aunt Qin's large, bright eyes looking at me. I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face away. I followed, and she turned her face to the other side. This went on several times, until we were both panting. She grew impatient and looked at me, saying, "Then tell me, what is it about me that you like? My son isn't much younger than you. I'm an old woman, so fat, and my figure isn't good." I thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, staring into her eyes, "Aunt Qin, I've liked you for a long time. I like your mature, full-figured appearance. I like your gentle, large eyes, your well-defined lips, your clean, white teeth, and how beautiful your smile is." I love your large breasts, I love your full waist, I love your large hips. I don't like slender and delicate figures; I prefer full-figured and mature ones. Can you believe it? I was completely smitten the first time I saw you. The woman's face brightened, a smug smile creeping onto her lips. She pinched my thigh hard, making me grit my teeth in pain. I glared at her and continued, "Aunt Qin, do you know how many photos I've taken of you? When I'm lonely, I look at your pictures and masturbate. I love your legs in stockings, I love seeing you in high heels, and I always fantasize about you gently holding my big cock with your fleshy hands and masturbating me. I often dream of you giving me oral sex with your lips painted with bright red lipstick, sucking on my glans." As I uttered the most lewd words, my mind raced, concocting the most obscene terms to shock her. The woman's expression slowly shifted from surprise to a shy confusion, and she just kept muttering, "How could you do this? How could you do this?" I seized my opportunity and pressed my lips to hers. The woman jolted awake, pounding on me and turning her head to dodge—the force of her punches was far too weak.
Unable to find her lips, I moved to her left and took her right earlobe into my mouth. When she turned to her right, I took her left earlobe, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. After a few moments, the woman stopped moving, her mouth tightly shut. I kissed her firmly, prying her lips open with my tongue. She seemed to be playing a prank, refusing to let me in. Finally, as she dodged and said no, my mouth opened, and my tongue slid in like a snake, swirling and exploring. Gradually, the woman stopped moving, and I found an opportunity to suck on her tongue, drawing it in tightly, not giving her a chance to pull away. The woman seemed to give up resisting, letting out a heavy sigh.
The hand that had been pushing me away unconsciously fell to her side. I grabbed her arms and made her hook them around my neck, while I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her clothes and fondle her large breasts, my other hand constantly stroking her inner thighs. The woman unconsciously squeezed her legs together. To my delight, the woman was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, so I could easily reach her crotch area, feeling its softness through her underwear. Gradually, I wanted to put my hand inside, but the woman seemed to notice and tried to cover herself with her hand. I simply put her hand back on my neck, and she obediently kissed me again. And she very actively slipped her tongue into my mouth, or used her tongue to swirl with mine.
After about ten minutes, the woman still absolutely refused to let me put my hand inside. She just willingly kissed me. I saw that the time was right and stopped kissing. We looked at each other, our eyes bright in the darkness. I scooped the woman up and carried her into the bedroom. She regained consciousness and struggled again, but I carried her in one go and threw her onto the bed. I had just turned on the light when she tried to get up again. I pounced on her like a hungry dog, pinning her beneath me. In the bright light, she seemed to lose her arousal. So, I repeated my previous actions, and finally we were locked in a passionate kiss. Her eyes were closed, her breathing grew heavier, and she began to moan softly. I reached into her private area, and she struggled briefly before giving up. It seemed completely hairless. Her skirt was still on, but I took the opportunity to pull off her panties. She clamped her legs together, and I pulled the panties off one of her feet, which was still wearing a high heel. The red panties were still hanging like a flag on her other leg. I didn't care anymore. I moved my body down, straddling her legs, and when I lifted her skirt, oh my god, the woman had a tiny, sparsely haired, white vulva. I didn't see any labia minora, just two thick labia tightly wrapped together, glistening with wet, glistening vaginal fluid. It amused me. I couldn't resist using my finger to gently separate them, and the clear fluid seeped out.
I pushed the woman's legs apart and licked them vigorously. The woman screamed in excitement, saying no and that it was dirty, trying to push me away. I just held her two plump, white legs tightly, burying my head deep in her mounds and teasing her in every way possible. Unable to push me away, the woman could only writhe like a snake, panting and moaning, incoherently saying, "You're going to suck me to death! You're going to suck me to death!" Suddenly, the woman hooked her two plump thighs around me, pressed my head down with her hands, and rubbed her genitals against me repeatedly. Suddenly, she screamed, her voice changing, and began to convulse—she had orgasmed. After the orgasm, the woman was limp like a lump of mud, trembling uncontrollably. I slowly emerged from that deep ravine, my mouth and nose covered in water, I couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or saliva.
Then, I swiftly stripped off my clothes, my massive, menacing cock erect, pushed open the woman's plump legs, and thrust deep into her honeyed depths. The slippery, tight warmth immediately enveloped me. I hoisted her legs, still clad in high heels, onto my shoulders, and while moving, I removed her top, finally seeing the enormous breasts I'd dreamed of, like two giant steamed buns. Soft and full. The woman's belly rippled like waves under my thrusts, her two scarlet nipples trembling. What could be more pride-inducing than conquering a mature woman bigger than yourself?
Normally, I last quite a while, often an hour is no problem, but the frequency has decreased. That day, I really went all out, coming four times in one night, continuing until five in the morning. It
rained all day, accompanied by lightning and thunder. But I was lost in her gentle embrace, unable to extricate myself!

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