Lustful Holiday

Chapter One of the Erotic Holiday:
Aunt's Secret

"Ah Jie, hurry up! Uncle's car's already at the door!"

Mom leaned against the stairs, urging me on.

"Almost there!" I dragged my luggage downstairs, my eyes glancing at my sexy-looking mother.

Mom was very beautiful, looking more than ten years younger than her actual age; you couldn't tell she was over forty. Having an angelic face and a beautiful, alluring figure is every woman's dream. In this respect, God seemed to have been particularly kind to my mother, making her a beauty that could drive any man crazy. Despite being over forty, her skin was incredibly smooth, and her figure was amazing—38-24-38 plus a height of 165cm, she could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me in high heels.

Mom's hips were full, her waist slender, and her legs long, highlighting her mature body. To me, that body was incredibly alluring: a head of straight, black, curly, mixed hair with irregular bangs that curled inwards from her chin, the large, wavy curls cascading over her full shoulders, exuding a mature and seductive charm. Red eyeshadow, deep red lipstick, and a purple silk blouse unbuttoned under a black bodysuit, the blouse stretched taut by her large breasts, revealing half a black lace bra.

From my angle, I could see the gap in my mother's blouse. Her snow-white, full breasts, accentuated by her transparent bra, were even visible through the thin, semi-transparent cups, revealing her purplish-red nipples. Her tight, short skirt accentuated her rounded hips, and the black, ruffled straps of her fishnet stockings peeked out, making her incredibly provocative.

Five years ago, my father, uncle, and aunt, who had been drinking with me at a nightclub, died in a car accident. My mother now runs a public relations company on her own. Because of my beautiful mother, I, a young man full of vigor, often have many vivid and imaginative sexual fantasies, and the most frequent object of these fantasies is my beautiful and sexy mother.

Think about it, two lonely and thirsty people spending the night alone, and you have a very obvious solution—incest with your mother—it's the most natural thing to do. Our mother-son relationship is closer than anyone else's; blood ties make us rely on each other, mutual attraction is inevitable, and developing a sexual relationship is not impossible. To be honest, I've thought about it, but I've never imagined it would actually happen, although I've dreamt of it countless times with my beautiful mother and eagerly hope that one day it will come true.

I dragged my luggage out of the house and saw a black BMW Mini parked outside. It was my grandmother's sixtieth birthday, and she was holding a banquet to invite all the relatives. It happened to be Golden Week, so we decided to go to my grandmother's villa, which was two hours from the city, for a vacation. I had originally planned to spend some time alone with my mother during the Golden Week holiday, but it seemed I would be spending it with a group of relatives at my grandmother's luxurious villa. Since my mother doesn't drive and it was a private matter, I couldn't ask the company driver to go, so I arranged for my uncle to come along. At that moment, my uncle and aunt opened the car door and got out.

In fact, the last time I saw my aunt was just three days ago—that day, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and I stood by the kitchen door, fantasizing about her back. My mother was wearing a thin, black, tight-fitting, mini-skirt made of wool, beneath which were a pair of voluptuous legs clad in black sheer stockings and black high heels. Her full, round buttocks seemed about to burst out of the skirt, and the tiny thong pressed against her buttocks, creating an irresistible indentation that made me restless and filled with wild thoughts. Just then, Mom suddenly turned around and said to me, "I almost forgot, could you go to the back street for me? The owner of a shop there is a friend of mine. Last week, I asked her to buy some medicine from America for your aunt. After you get it, please deliver it to your aunt's house." Reluctantly, I let go of Mom's sexy back and went to the back street. I arrived at the shop Mom had mentioned, "Temptation of Love." It was a shop specializing in health supplements, with the entire wall painted pink and the counters predominantly peach-colored. Besides skincare products, the counters were filled with various sex drugs and aphrodisiacs. There was only the owner in the shop at the time.

The voluptuous owner had long, rose-red hair, thick bangs covering her forehead, and her hair curled from her cheeks, giving her a very feminine look. She had an exaggerated S-shaped figure, sexy lips painted with deep red lipstick, and wore a rose-red tight-fitting mini-skirt and 15-centimeter-high rose-red heels. Her skirt was so short it couldn't be shorter than it could possibly be, revealing the ruffles of her black fishnet stockings. Through the thin fabric, the clear shape of her nipples was visible; she wasn't wearing a bra. As I entered, she was shifting her legs in the swivel chair by the counter, and a dark shadow flashed before my eyes—she wasn't wearing underwear under that short skirt.

My penis began to throb. The proprietress smiled and asked what I wanted to buy. When I said I wanted the medicine, she suddenly looked slightly surprised. She beckoned me to sit next to her on another purplish-red bar stool by the counter.

She looked at me with interest, then suddenly placed her hand lightly on my thigh, stroking it: "Is this the medicine you use?" Before I could deny it, her hand had already moved to my penis, moving it seemingly casually. She continued, "Don't move, let me check you. If it's normal, don't use it. This medicine will harm your body..." I swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue, enjoying the landlady's lewd caresses. My penis hardened under her seemingly magical hands.

"Ah!" The landlady's seductive eyes looked me up and down carefully. "You don't need to buy medicine like this..." She seemed to be measuring the length of my penis, gesturing with her open palm. This lewd behavior made my already aroused penis grow even longer. We were in a shop; someone could come in at any moment, and this stimulation filled me with pleasure.

"It's really big..." the landlady licked her lips. "Yes, I thought so too. You're so young and handsome; it would be unfortunate if you had to take this medicine." I then told the landlady that the medicine wasn't for me. The landlady seemed to understand why I hadn't spoken, and her hands didn't stop caressing my penis. Enjoying the caresses, I continued, "What...is this medicine for?" The proprietress chuckled, "It's a medicine specifically for treating male impotence, but even if you use it, it doesn't work for everyone. And even if it does work, the effect lasts very, very short..."

Leaving the flirtatious proprietress's shop, I realized I knew a secret—my uncle might be impotent. My aunt was in the prime of her life, yet she spent every night alone, unable to sleep, and must desperately need a man to comfort her sexual needs... After calling my aunt on my cell phone to tell her I'd be at her house soon, I arrived, my mind racing with thoughts.

I rang the doorbell, and a sweet, seductive voice came from inside: "Is this Ah Jie? The door's unlocked, come in!"

I pushed open the door and, as usual, locked it behind me. Stepping into the living room, I saw my aunt with her arms crossed, doing aerobics along with the people on TV. My aunt was wearing a rather sexy rose-red leotard, almost transparent, revealing that she was completely braless underneath. Not only could you see the outline of her breasts, but even her areolas were clearly visible. She wore black fishnet stockings that were cropped at the ankle, and rose-red high heels.

Her long, wavy rose-red hair was styled in a bun on her head. Her oval face was adorned with deep red lipstick and purple eyeshadow, her eyes slightly upturned, her moist gaze seemingly capable of bewitching. She possessed a voluptuous figure—large breasts, a wasp waist, and plump hips—a mature body that appeared to be 38g-23-38, radiating sensual allure.

“Ah Jie, sit down for a while. I just made some tea, it's on the coffee table. Wait until your aunt finishes these exercises…” As she spoke, her aunt’s two large breasts, squeezed excessively, were clearly visible to me. After I sat down in front of the TV, her aunt knelt on the floor, her thighs spread in a V-shape, lying on her back. Her tight-fitting clothes were soaked with sweat, the fabric of her lower body almost transparent, the outline of her vulva clearly protruding, the clitoris like a flower bud at the cleft of her vulva twisted and obscene under the pressure of the tight fabric, and black pubic hair was already visible. Her aunt seemed unaware of my greedy gaze, looking at the TV, her thighs spread even wider, her thick labia slightly opening and closing beneath her soaked crotch. I glanced at the TV; the movements on TV didn’t seem so exaggerated, which made me feel like my aunt was tempting me… Time passed particularly quickly, and about 5 minutes later, my aunt finally finished the exercises. At that moment, my aunt looked incredibly alluring. Sweat trickled down her neck, flowing down to her cleavage and soaking her already sheer leotard, revealing her full breasts. At that moment, I completely forgot why I had come to my aunt's house.

My aunt, seeing me so captivated, gave me a smile that was hard to decipher—a smile that was either suggestive or satisfied. Her lips were full, possessing a natural allure, and most captivating were her large, watery eyes, which were mesmerizing. "How was your dancing, Auntie? Oh, your uncle went to work. He won't let me work after we got married, always leaving me alone at home. Ah Jie, you never come to see your aunt... Ah, Auntie's all sweaty, I'm going to take a shower..."

With that, she headed towards the shower in her room. When she turned around, I saw most of her back exposed by her leotard, revealing her fair skin. Her slender waist and round, plump buttocks swayed as she walked, exuding a seductive charm. Her swaying hips were incredibly alluring, and her full thighs, encased in fishnet stockings and tight pants, aroused an urge to mount her from behind.

Soon after, my aunt called me. I went to the room, and my aunt, in the bathroom, said, "Ah Jie, I forgot to bring clean clothes. Could you get them for me? They're in the drawer on the left side of the wardrobe." I did as she asked, opening the drawer to find some underwear for my aunt, naturally taking the opportunity to admire her sexy lingerie. As I rummaged through, I found a sexy, see-through black nightgown. I pulled up the straps, revealing the entire nightgown before my eyes. I stared at the pajamas, imagining how sexy my aunt would look in them: her red nipples clearly visible, her large breasts bulging out of the pajamas by a fist, her small navel, and below, a thin strap holding a small piece of fabric to her thong, the transparent crotch revealing a dark patch… Suddenly, I heard laughter behind me: “Ah Jie, what are you doing?” I was startled and saw my aunt peeking out of the bathroom, smiling at me. I stammered, “I… I was looking for some clothes for you.” My aunt laughed and said, “That one will do too, give it to me.” I handed her the sexy pajamas and a purple thong. She glanced at my crotch, took the pajamas, and closed the bathroom door. But when I tried to close the drawer, I discovered a huge black dildo inside, as if afraid I wouldn’t see it.

A while later, my aunt came out of the living room, wearing that alluring pajamas. Through her sheer nightgown, her firm, erect, bright red nipples were vividly displayed before my eyes—I hadn't brought my aunt a bra, and she wasn't wearing one. She was wearing a thin, black, lace-trimmed nightgown that barely covered her buttocks; her thick pubic hair was clearly visible through her sheer purple thong, and on her full thighs, she wore purple lace stockings and 15-centimeter black high heels.

I stared, dumbfounded, at my almost half-naked aunt. While waiting for her to come out, I took the medicine out of my bag and placed it on the coffee table. Finally, my aunt, dressed so provocatively, noticed the medicine on the coffee table, staring at me with burning eyes, and said softly, "Come to my room for a moment." She went to her room again. I held my breath, trying to control my lust, but my eyes followed the swaying of her hips as she walked. I felt something was about to happen.

As I entered my aunt's room, she patted the bed and said, "Come, sit down. I have something to tell you." After I sat down, she went to the wardrobe and took out a black dildo. Then she sat down beside me and said, "You must have seen it, didn't you? I know you've discovered our family's secret... Won't you look down on me?" I quickly said, "No, Auntie, I won't look down on you. These... are just natural human needs, aren't they?" She said, "That's good. Actually, I... well, your uncle... he has kidney problems. If he's active for too long, he can't keep up and will faint... Sometimes, women inevitably have certain needs. I'm not a saint, so I have to rely on these things. Do you understand?" I looked at her and said, "I understand." She took my hand and placed it on the dildo, a strange look in her eyes, and said, "But... fake things are never as good as real things..." At this moment, she gently shifted her body. I couldn't help but glance at the base of her thighs. My aunt seemed to know my intentions; one of her crossed legs lifted, and her skirt slid to one side. Her purple stockings and black high heels made her legs look incredibly alluring. Her swaying motion seemed deliberately exaggerated, revealing her sexy thighs completely. She lowered her legs, making her vulva vaguely visible. Listening to my aunt's blatantly provocative words and actions, and remembering that we were sitting on her soft bed in her room, and that I could push her down at any moment… my penis involuntarily hardened, barely concealed by my pants.

"Ugh, Auntie's telling you something, what are you thinking about…" At this moment, my aunt somewhat affectedly covered the neckline of her barely concealed nightgown, her watery, seductive eyes fixed on my erection. I was about to say something, but my eyes couldn't leave her trembling breasts. My aunt moved closer, pressing her full breasts against my body. "Still staring, you little pervert! See how I punish you!" she said, slapping my body with her red-nailed hand. The slap landed squarely between my legs, instantly revealing my already erect penis! Her force wasn't great, but the suddenness still made me cry out, "Ah!" "Ah…does it hurt?" my aunt suddenly pressed her hand against my inner thigh, seemingly about to stroke my penis.

Just then, the door lock clicked. "Why are you back so early today…" I heard my aunt murmur, then I saw her apologize, saying, "Ah Jie, could you go out for a bit? Your uncle might be back."

Looking at my aunt, dressed in a sexy see-through black nightgown, purple stockings, and high heels, especially without a bra, I knew my uncle would misunderstand if he came in, so I quietly left. As soon as I left, the door closed. When my uncle entered the living room, my aunt had already changed into a black silk nightgown, taken off her stockings, and was wearing black high-heeled slippers when she came out of the room. Then, despite my uncle and aunt's attempts to persuade me to stay, I tactfully said goodbye. But I already vaguely understood my aunt's intentions. As I left, I saw an ambiguous look in her eyes…

Chapter Two: Carnal Desire in the Back Seat

My uncle's BMW Mini had very little space. Because the back seat was full, there was only one and a half seats left. My aunt asked my mother to sit in the front seat. After some back and forth, my mother couldn't resist my aunt and had to sit in the front seat next to my uncle.

My aunt turned back and smiled sweetly at me, saying, "I'll use your feet as a human seat, is that alright?"

I swallowed hard. My aunt was so alluring and seductive: she wore a completely off-the-shoulder black mesh knit top, revealing her smooth, supple shoulders; through the sexy openwork mesh, one could see her enormous breasts, barely contained by a black lace bra, and the deep cleavage. Her voluptuous breasts bounced with her movements, the thin, transparent cups barely covering her erect nipples, only half-concealing the bright red areolas.

Her lower body was clad in a black leather skirt so tight it looked like it was about to burst, extending down to just below the slit in her thighs, barely covering her slightly protruding vulva. As she moved, the hem of the skirt rose, and I could clearly see her sexy black lace thong and black fishnet stockings. She wore a pair of patent leather black stiletto heels, a full 15 centimeters high. Such an outfit was enough to arouse any man's lust!

At that moment, my aunt pushed me into the car without saying a word, then got in herself and slammed the door shut. Due to the cramped space, my aunt's round, beautiful buttocks and long legs pressed tightly against my legs—how tempting! I really wanted to use my tongue to lick and suck each of her slender, white toes, kissing and licking my way up her legs, which were clad in black fishnet stockings. As I thought about it, my heart began to race, and my penis began to swell and throb uncontrollably, creating a tent in my pants.

After a while, my aunt, supporting herself on the seat, leaned her upper body against the back of the seat in front of her, trying to change the music in the car to her favorite album, *Alluvial*. It was a classic album from 1997 by the German music group Fetisch Park. It included electronic music samples inspired by the voices of Thai prostitutes—creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the car.

My aunt seemed to deliberately raise her hips, striking a graceful and sexy pose. Her skirt rode up, the tight, super-mini skirt clinging to her full, firm buttocks, making them appear round and sexy. Through a narrow, small, lace-trimmed black thong, I could see the cleft of her buttocks and the shape of her vulva, encased in the transparent crotch of the thong. My aunt was wearing open-crotch fishnet stockings; her panties seemed slightly damp, the fabric almost transparent, the outline of her labia clearly protruding, and her clitoris, like a flower bud, twisted and obscene under the pressure of the tight fabric, revealing a tuft of black pubic hair.

Looking at my aunt's swollen vulva, covered with soft, long, dark hair, my penis became even harder. Her alluring, rounded buttocks and legs swayed less than half a foot away, her plump, delicate petals beckoning me. My reason and ethics were once again completely lost. With a mixture of tension and excitement, I moved my head towards her pink, beautiful vulva, which resembled a tightly bound pink line. I felt my breath on her vulva. Suddenly,

the car turned, and my aunt fell backward, her left hand gripping the back of the front seat, her right hand reaching back and grabbing my enormous penis. Her soft hand covered my penis, a sensation full of stimulation. She looked back at me, her captivating expression almost mesmerizing, making me feel a surge of heat welling up deep within my penis. She acted as if nothing had happened, her sexy buttocks simply sitting on me.

Slowly, darkness fell, and the car gradually left the city and entered the mountain road. My uncle focused on driving, while my mother fell asleep, leaving only the ambiguous, even slightly lewd, music playing. The car was dark inside, with no lights on. The mountain road became increasingly difficult to navigate, the car jolting and bumping against me. With each bump, her bulging vulva rubbed against my penis, rubbing back and forth. Gazing at my aunt's pinkish-red skin, her beautifully curved, boneless skin, and smelling her alluring, aphrodisiac scent, I was burning with lust. My large penis was already hard as iron, slowly rising and pressing against my aunt's lower body.

The car continued to move, swaying left and right, and my aunt swayed with it. By this time, my aunt's body was starting to heat up, her buttocks, clad in open-crotch stockings, still pressed tightly against my penis. Because my aunt was wearing open-crotch stockings and a thong, my hard penis pressed against her smooth buttocks through my pants. My aunt trembled all over. Her pretty face was flushed, her alluring eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and I could even feel the constant seepage of her vaginal fluid.

And so, my penis swayed back and forth in my aunt's buttocks as the car moved. My penis was no longer under my control, penetrating deep into my aunt's buttocks, becoming even more erect—this was a natural human instinct, something no one could control. Seeing my aunt swaying, I had no choice but to place my hands on her waist, supporting her.

I held my aunt's waist, feeling her slender waist and her fragrant hair. Slowly, my hands moved to caressing my aunt's waist. Because of her short skirt, the hem naturally rode up after she sat down, revealing most of her alluring legs. My hands finally couldn't resist and began to wander restlessly over my aunt's thighs, which were clad in black fishnet stockings.

My hand slowly moved from her calf to her thigh, touching both the inside and outside of her thigh, before slowly advancing towards the end of her thigh, slipping inside my aunt's skirt. My hand brazenly slipped into the hole in her stockings, parted her thong, and wandered and teased around her vulva, rubbing her moist labia with my fingers. My middle finger gently slid into the crevice of her vulva, probing and probing, until it gently touched her clitoris. My aunt's body trembled slightly, but she remained silent.

Remembering her teasing me a few days ago and her current indulgence, I became even bolder. I pressed my hand down slightly, and her reaction intensified. My aunt's vulva had somehow transformed into a water curtain, the slippery flow of her juices soaking her entire genitals. Her pubic hair clung wetly to the thin thong, and the juices flowed like a surging tide.

Suddenly, my uncle slammed on the brakes, and my aunt lurched forward, grabbing the front seat with both hands. Her genitals finally came off my penis. My mind was completely consumed by desire; all I wanted was to free my penis, which was about to burst out of my pants. Taking advantage of the moment, I secretly unzipped my pants, and my penis immediately sprang out of my underwear, erect. Then, just as I expected, as the brakes stopped, my aunt fell backward again. Just as her body was sliding downwards, I suddenly pulled down with my outstretched hands, causing her to lose her balance, her body now guided by my hands.

"Thud..." My penis parted her thong and plunged completely into her wet slit.

My aunt couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" My uncle, still focused on driving, didn't turn around and asked, "Are you alright?" My aunt replied somewhat awkwardly, "I'm... fine... just a little startled." At this moment, after confirming there were no cars ahead, my uncle glanced back through the rearview mirror and asked, "Why are you sitting on Ah Jie again?" My aunt quickly replied, "Um... it's so... so dark up ahead, I'll sit in the middle to help you see the road..." The streetlights flickered on and off, making it pitch black. It seemed as if only the roar of cars and lewd music filled the air. Most of my penis was already surrounded and tightly gripped by my aunt's soft flesh. I breathed heavily, afraid to move even slightly, because the tingling pleasure spreading throughout my body from my penis almost made me ejaculate.

Having an affair with my nephew next to my husband and nephew's mother—my aunt seemed unable to resist the stimulation; her body began to writhe like a snake, her waist swaying up and down. I ignored her "struggles," kissing her neck from behind, then slowly slipping my hand under her clothes to unbutton her bra, before moving it to her large breasts. I gently pinched and twisted my aunt's nipples, then vigorously rubbed her entire breast. My penis, deeply inserted into her vagina, began to slowly thrust in and out, making my beautiful aunt's body go numb.

The intense stimulation drove her almost mad; she excitedly gripped the back of the seat in front of her, her legs slightly parted, her high heels digging into the floor, her plump buttocks twisting and thrusting wildly to meet the grinding of my penis. In the darkness, I could see my aunt's hands clenched into fists, trying her best to control herself and suppress the sounds of pleasure, letting out low moans—it was pure torture for her, and I was truly worried she would scream out loud. But my aunt clearly understood that screaming would do no good for anyone.

I thrust my lower body forward, forcefully ramming into my aunt's mons pubis. My thick, large penis moved in and out of her vagina rapidly, the glans scraping against her vaginal walls. The friction of flesh against flesh, like a pump, drew out the vaginal fluid that gushed out. The glistening fluid dripped down her buttocks like water onto my aunt's calves, which were clad in black stockings.

Throughout the journey, the car started and braked countless times, repeatedly, and my aunt was repeatedly tormented, her body drenched in sweat, her eyes half-closed in desire. Her expression was a mixture of pain and passion, excitement; this intense grinding was likely a pleasure she had never experienced with her uncle, who was possibly impotent.

I violated my aunt's body, thrusting deeply and forcefully into her genitals. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her, and her body writhed rhythmically with the impact, causing her beautiful breasts to sway back and forth. The jolting deepened our sexual union; my engorged glans explored and thrust within her, the touch of my penis on her clitoris producing even more intense pleasure.

As the dark mountain road neared its end, and the carriage swayed, I gradually increased my intensity. One hand gripped my aunt's waist, pulling her back forcefully; the other hand grasped her full breasts from under her clothes. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating deep into her body. At that moment, my aunt, reaching her climax, closed her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder, one hand supporting my neck. I could clearly feel her vagina gushing warm fluid, contracting rhythmically, almost snapping my penis in two. I pressed my body tightly against her back, unable to hold back any longer. My ejaculation erupted, and hot semen poured deep into my aunt's body. Both of our bodies trembled from the climax.

My aunt lay limply on top of me, but my penis remained inside her, and my semen slowly flowed from her vagina. I watched as the semen trickled down her black-stockinged thighs, a strange excitement rising within me. By this time, we were approaching Grandma's villa. The road was gradually brightening, and I glanced out the window, only to see my mother's face in the rearview mirror—she had her eyes open, her gaze unfocused, and I couldn't tell when she had woken up. A sudden awkwardness crept in, and I wondered if my mother had noticed my aunt and I'd been making love in the back seat. The car quieted down, and amidst my unease, the car drew closer to our destination for this long vacation.

Chapter Three: The Mature Woman's Joyful

Mansion. Grandpa had long since passed away, and Grandma lived alone in a villa in the suburbs, very close to the city's resort area. At the foot of verdant mountains, there was a stream. Grandma's villa sat on flat land beside the stream. The road leading to the villa was a tree-lined avenue, with towering trees on both sides, and at the end of the avenue stood a huge purple villa—this villa had a name: "Joyful Mansion."

By the time we arrived, it was completely dark. We were among the first to arrive. In the following days, my aunt and cousin, my other aunt and cousin, and my uncle's wife all came to spend the holiday there. Because of the car accident, there were almost no men left in the family, and my uncle's wife and aunt had no children, so the only men left were me and my impotent uncle. Ironically, all the women in our family were once alluring and sexy, but now they were all widows with insatiable desires.

In the living room, we first met my grandmother. In her youth, she was a popular movie star and paid special attention to her appearance. She not only practiced yoga regularly but also hired a female doctor to maintain her beauty and health. Therefore, although she was over fifty, she still possessed a beautiful face, smooth skin, a full-figured mature woman's body, and the charm of a woman past her prime. Even more stunning was that her long hair was still satin-black, cascading down her shoulders in waves, adding to her infinite charm.

Her figure was also perfect. A stunningly perfect body with an exaggerated 39F-24-38 figure constantly tantalizes men. I've heard that Grandma used to be a famous socialite, known for her sexy and promiscuous nature. I have no doubt about it, because when I look at her, I see her captivatingly beautiful eyes beneath deep purple eyeshadow. Grandma, nearing 60, possesses a complex aura—a mature elegance tinged with alluring sensuality. She is the high-ranking mistress here, and also the most beautiful and alluring woman—completely different from all other women her age outside.

Grandma wears a long, sheer black robe over her sexy body, underneath which is a similarly sheer black nightgown. Underneath the nightgown, one can see a sheer black lace bra and V-neck lace panties. Her waist is cinched in black lace, connected to an intricately patterned garter belt, then black fishnet stockings, and sexy 15-centimeter high heels.

The hall was bathed in the soft, ambiguous light of Grandma's favorite pinkish-purple. Grandma's entire nightgown was transparent, with no other ties except for a knot at the chest, trailing to the floor following her curves. Underneath the robe was a similarly transparent black slip dress, its plunging neckline adorned with delicate lace detailing. The wavy floral lace edges subtly concealed the alluring glimpses of her breasts, while the bodice featured sexy, mysterious black embroidery. This extremely short nightgown barely covered half of Grandma's genitals.

Through the two layers of black sheer fabric, I could clearly see Grandma's black lace bra; the thin embroidered fabric revealed glimpses of her full breasts, the bright red nipples only partially concealed by the demi-cup design, the areolas proudly protruding. The black V-neck lace panties, barely visible pubic hair, the alluring black suspender stockings, and the 15-centimeter backless black high heels created a provocative and seductive scene. Combined with Grandma's snow-white hair and skin, this elaborate, elegant, and alluring attire caused my pants to bulge again after my recent intimacy with my aunt.

Grandma didn't say much, simply instructing the maid to lead us upstairs to our respective rooms. As we passed Grandma, I clearly smelled the aphrodisiac perfume, and Grandma glanced at my erection.

Chapter Four: The Lewd Maid

We followed a maid upstairs. She was a girl who looked to be in her late twenties, with straight, jet-black hair, a delicate nose on her oval face, long eyes with thick eyelashes, and most seductive of all, her full lips—those soft, moist lips would definitely feel amazing if she gave me oral sex—I fantasized.

The maid's breasts were enormous, at least 39g, barely contained by her black, low-cut maid's uniform top, which revealed a deep cleavage and half a nipple. She turned and walked up the pink staircase, just above me. Her black pleated skirt barely covered the hem of her black fishnet stockings, and below her shapely buttocks were a pair of 15cm black stilettos.

From my angle, I could see everything beneath her skirt. Further up the gleaming black stilettos were her thighs encased in black fishnet stockings, the lace straps and hem visible. Above that was the maid's super-plump pleated skirt, its countless wrinkles and creases clinging tightly to her full, firm buttocks, making them appear round and sexy. Through a narrow, small black thong trimmed with lace, I could see the cleft of her buttocks and the shape of her genitals encased in the transparent crotch of the thong. Looking down, her swollen, prominent mons pubis was startling; I stared, my blood surging.

The maid led my mother, uncle, and aunt into separate rooms before leading me to a room further down the corridor. Inside was a unique room: rose-red lighting, rose-red walls, a purple plush carpet, and in the center a set of crimson dining chairs and a purple leather bed with a small glass coffee table. Behind the table was a magnificent large bed covered in black silk sheets and a large wardrobe with purple glass doors. Behind the bed was a wall composed of huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors. A bathroom with a purple glass door faced the bed. A whiff of Spanish perfume wafted through the room. A round chandelier hung overhead, casting a pinkish glow—a hazy yet clearly luminous light that made the room appear dim.

"This room doesn't have a bed yet. Let me prepare one for you, young master..." she said, walking towards the large wardrobe with its purple frosted glass doors. Her full, firm breasts trembled, and her slender waist and rounded, plump buttocks swayed with each step, exuding a seductive charm. The swaying hips were incredibly alluring, and the fishnet stockings and high heels encasing her ample thighs fueled an irresistible urge to sleep with her.

I had no choice but to sit on the bed and watch the maid open the wardrobe, take out the blankets, and then bend down to make the bed. As she bent over, her entire plump buttocks, clad in black thongs, were exposed before me: her two voluptuous legs, clad in fishnet stockings, were spread wide, and the pointed black high heels on the floor made her buttocks stick up high. The fabric of her black panties was almost transparent, clearly revealing the outline of her vulva. Her clitoris, like a flower bud, appeared twisted and obscene under the pressure of the tight fabric, revealing a tuft of black pubic hair. Knowing I was watching, the maid spread her legs even wider, and beneath her soaked crotch, her thick labia parted slightly, making my lower body heat up.

After making the bed, the maid seemed to be giving me special treatment: "Young master, let me pour you a cup of tea..." The coffee table was low, and the maid had to squat down to place the teacup. At this moment, her two pink legs were intentionally or unintentionally spread apart, and her transparent panties tightly hugged her bulging mons pubis, revealing a patch of black pubic hair. A slit in the middle of the panties clearly displayed the outline of her vulva before my eyes, making me even more aroused and my penis hard.

"Ah! Young master, how can you... lewdly peek at someone's underwear like that!" At this moment, the maid seemed to realize, feigning anger and coquettishly scolding me.

"No... no!... I didn't...!" I could only deny it.

"Hehe! You clearly saw the young master lewdly looking at me, making me itchy, and you still say you didn't! Look at your crotch!"

The maid's face showed no reproach, but instead she spoke lewdly. Following the maid's gaze, I involuntarily shifted my gaze to my penis, and due to the maid's arousal, my penis was almost sticking out of my pants.

“Young master, this is so inappropriate! Let me serve you!” The maid smiled lewdly, suddenly straightening up and kneeling before me. She unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear, and pulled out my erect penis. She gently rubbed it back and forth with one hand, while the other caressed my testicles. She extended her pink tongue, gliding it from the base of my scrotum to the tip of my penis, then moving to the glans and licking my purplish-red glans. The ticklish sensation made me groan incessantly. The maid didn't stop; her tongue then slid up and down my penis, slowly moving down until she opened her mouth and took my testicles in. Her tongue continued to lick my scrotum and testicles, while her warm palms gripped my penis, stroking it back and forth… “Does it feel good?” The maid looked up at me with a playful expression. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the maid's hair and slowly lifted her head. She seemed to know my intentions, leaning forward and taking my penis into her mouth. A wave of pleasure washed over me; I felt as if I were in heaven. Her mouth was incredibly warm, her lips pressed tightly together, her wet, hot tongue sliding across my penis.

I pressed the maid's head down forcefully, and she blew even harder, her head bobbing violently back and forth, intensifying my pleasure. A tingling sensation shot through my tailbone, and I shuddered—I was about to ejaculate! The maid seemed to sense it; she jerked her head forward, taking my entire penis into her mouth. I thrust forward, and my semen gushed into her mouth. The maid couldn't take it all; some semen trickled down her chin and onto her large breasts. But she didn't care, continuing to suckle my glans and swallow my semen as if trying to suck out every last drop. After I ejaculated, the maid swallowed the semen in her mouth and, with a satisfied expression, licked my still-erect penis.

"Young Master is so kind." The maid stared at my still erect penis, saying with lingering desire, "At Yue Le Mansion, we can't go out freely. The resort area and the city are far away from here. We usually don't even see men. Today, I actually met such a handsome young master. As soon as I saw you, my penis got wet..."

As if to prove her words, the maid, with lustful eyes, lifted her skirt, revealing her black lace thong. Her soaked, narrow panties were tightly pressed against her labia, and her two plump labia had already peeked out from the edge of the panties with the friction. Her pubic hair was already wet and sticky, and the clear liquid even flowed down her thighs, wetting the edge of her stockings. The maid took a step forward, hooked her arm around my shoulder and neck, and straddled me. My penis sank into her wet labia in an instant. My hand slipped inside her bra, grasping her enormous breasts and kneading them roughly. Her labia pressed directly against my penis, rubbing back and forth, swaying her hips… My penis was rubbed wet and slippery by her flesh, my thighs soaked with her juices, my penis glistening like it had been pulled from cream.

Just as she slightly raised herself, pulling her thong aside, preparing to sit on my hard penis, the sound of high heels came from outside the door. My mother gently knocked on the door, her sexy voice ringing out: “Ah Jie, I’m coming in…” Hearing my mother’s voice, the maid quickly got off me, adjusting her bra and her battered top. I quickly pulled up my pants.

The door opened, and my mother walked in. She was wearing a very low-cut V-neck nightgown, the entire garment purple and transparent, with ornate openwork patterns at the neckline and hem. Through the light, I could clearly see my mother wearing a black lace bra. Through the thin embroidered fabric, I could vaguely see her beautiful, full breasts bouncing inside, her bright red nipples only half-covered by the demi-cup bra, the areolas proudly protruding. Under her extremely short nightgown, her thighs, clad in black fishnet stockings, were tightly pressed together. Her black V-neck lace panties, combined with her full buttocks and 18-centimeter purple high heels, made my erect penis, stiff and hard, stand even higher in my pants, causing my erection to bulge even more.

"Young Master and Young Madam, I'll be going now. Young Master, there's a black button on the table; you can ring it if you need anything." The maid glanced at my mother, head bowed, and was about to leave. My mother, who ran a PR company and had seen it all, blushed slightly upon hearing this—calling her "Young Madam" wasn't wrong, but referring to me as well felt ambiguous. Mom nodded, but I noticed her gaze lingering on the maid's chest—there was still my semen there. I looked at Mom uneasily. Mom didn't say anything, letting the maid leave.

Only then did I say, "Mom, did you call for me?" "Nothing, just came to see you, to tell you to go to sleep early." Mom walked up to me, brushing her long, wavy hair back, and the air in the bedroom was filled with her ambiguous perfume scent. At that moment, Mom seemed to notice my unusually large erection, and she paused slightly, unconsciously licking her lips.

Coming back to her senses, Mom quickly regained her composure and said, "Okay, go to sleep early, goodnight." "Goodnight." Then Mom leaned down to kiss my cheek—a bedtime kiss, a "ritual" we performed every night after Dad's death. As Mom leaned forward, her full breasts, accentuated by her transparent bra, rippled under her purple nightgown, making them appear even more prominent. The soft flesh undulated, her large breasts swaying from side to side, a sight that made my blood boil, my penis almost bursting out of my pants.

Just as Mom was about to kiss my face, perhaps because her crotch was too low, and I, focused on her chest, didn't extend my face in response, Mom suddenly lost her balance. Her high heels wobbled, her body staggered, and her beautiful legs struck her crotch. Due to the momentum, she knelt on the low platform, falling onto me—perhaps coincidentally, her posture was exactly the same as the maid's earlier. Through her pants, Mom's mysterious lower body pressed against my already erect penis, sending a shiver through me, my erect penis almost ejaculating.

Mom seemed to feel my penis pressing against her vulva through her underwear, her face flushing slightly. As she stood up, her writhing lower body rubbed against my glans, making me even more aroused. My hand, which I had placed on her waist to support her, couldn't help but wander downwards, eventually reaching her thighs clad in fishnet stockings. My actions seemed to startle and frighten my mother; her legs buckled again, and she straddled me once more—all in an instant.

Both my mother and I were somewhat embarrassed. "Goodnight." Just as I was wondering what to do, still straddling me, my mother's limp body pressed against mine with sensual lips. A kiss that should have landed on my cheek somehow missed its mark, landing on the edge of my lips.

I resisted the urge to embrace and kiss my mother passionately. I watched as she, her eyes glazed, stood up again, swaying her plump hips as she slowly walked away. Through the sheer purple fabric, her V-shaped lace panties were visible, her swaying hips incredibly alluring. Her full thighs, encased in fishnet stockings and super-high heels, fueled an urge to grab her from behind and thrust into her against the door. My mother walked slowly, and though my mind was filled with lewd thoughts, I did nothing. As she opened the door, she glanced back at me. In that look, I sensed a flicker of desire.

At that moment, burning with lust, I noticed a black button beside me. I remembered the seductive maid from earlier; it would be perfect for quelling my urges. I pressed the button, and soon the sound of high heels on the hallway floor grew louder as I approached the door. When the door opened, a pair of jade-like legs clad in black fishnet stockings and 15-centimeter black stilettos emerged.

I remained seated on the bed, watching the maid sway her plump hips as she approached. "Young master, do you want me...?" I nodded, and the maid nodded back, licking her bright red lips. She walked to the front of the room and slowly removed my pants and underwear. When the pants were down to my calves, she slowly took off my shoes. Only when my lower body was completely naked did the maid stand up. She used her right hand to stroke my penis back and forth, while her left hand unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, leaving me completely naked.

My 20-centimeter-long penis was now erect and bulging with veins. The maid immediately took my penis into her mouth, her warm mouth servicing me back and forth. I stroked the maid's hair with my left hand, while my right hand slowly moved down, kneading her large breasts through her bra. The maid felt my caresses and performed oral sex on me even more diligently, her head moving rapidly back and forth, her tongue rubbing against my penis, and her hands restlessly caressing my buttocks. As the pleasure intensified, my hands involuntarily increased their pressure, the maid's breasts contorting and twisting in my grasp... After a while of oral sex, the maid seemed unable to endure it any longer, placing her hands on the coffee table, her plump buttocks swaying towards me. I understood her intention, of course, and stood up, pulling down the maid's black transparent thong, her plump labia slowly revealed as I parted her legs. I grasped my penis with one hand, placing the other on the maid's shoulder, slowly adjusting my position. Aiming at the maid's vagina, I gently rubbed the head of my penis against the entrance. I patiently continued to tease the maid, but she had long since lost her patience: "Young master... hurry... hurry... hurry and put your big thing in..."

the maid moaned breathlessly. I moved my hips back and suddenly thrust into her vagina with all my might. The maid's vagina wasn't tight; I only felt something enveloping my penis, slowly sliding along. However, it was very moist and quite warm inside. The soft, moist vaginal flesh gripped my penis as it moved, still giving me considerable pleasure. I started by thrusting slowly, and once I was familiar with everything, I began to thrust forcefully without any restraint.

Forty minutes passed like this, and the maid's moans grew louder and louder: "Ah...faster...faster...harder...so big...so hard..." Her tone became very high-pitched and seductive, making me thrust even harder, each thrust impacting the maid's vagina, leading her step by step to orgasm. I looked down at the point where my penis and vagina met. The maid's labia were constantly flipping back and forth with each thrust, my penis was glistening with the maid's vaginal fluid, and the maid's large breasts were constantly swaying up and down, her hair also appearing messy with the movement. I knew the maid was about to orgasm, and I thrust my hips back and forth with all my might, each thrust hitting her clitoris hard. "Ah...ahhhhh!!" With the maid's almost screaming moan, a gush of hot vaginal fluid poured onto my glans. I gritted my teeth, ejaculated, and slowly withdrew my penis. The maid's hair was disheveled, her eyes slightly open, drool still at the corner of her mouth. Her hands were still supporting her on the coffee table, her legs, clad in stockings and high heels, were wide open, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously. Her vaginal opening seemed to breathe, constantly opening and closing, her pubic hair almost completely wet and sticky. My huge penis, still erect and throbbing in the dimly lit room, glistened with the maid's and my own bodily fluids, hard and pointing directly towards the door.

Just then, I heard a sound from the door in front of me. Looking up, I found that my door had been opened a crack at some point. Just as I began to stare intently, I suddenly heard the rapid sound of high heels outside the door. I hurriedly put on my pants, opened the door, and looked into the hallway, only to see a figure at the corner of the long corridor—a woman wearing a purple see-through nightgown, her ample hips tightly bound by black V-neck underwear…

Chapter Five: My Cousin's Waking Service

“Cousin, wake up!”

I vaguely heard someone calling me in my sleep. I squinted and saw the intense sunlight streaming in through the window, casting a faint golden halo over the room. Standing by my bed, waking me up, was my cousin—she had probably just arrived at my grandmother's house from my aunt's and came to find me.

My cousin was 18 years old this year. Her long, fragrant hair was dyed brown and permed like a doll's. Her face was round at the top and slightly pointed at the bottom, her skin was flawless, and she wore trendy makeup. Her large, watery eyes, adorned with long false eyelashes and pink eyeshadow, framed a delicate, straight nose and cherry-like lips painted with pink lip gloss—she was undeniably a little beauty. Compared to the busty mature women in the family, my cousin's 37F bust made her figure appear very well-proportioned. Her legs were her most alluring feature; although not tall, her legs were much longer than her torso, and because of her short stature, her long thighs appeared both slender and fleshy.

At this moment, my cousin wore a black, tight-fitting, sleeveless t-shirt, the neckline plunging all the way to her waist, completely revealing a white strapless bra that accentuated her taut breasts. She wore a reflective black lantern-style bubble skirt, and her long legs were covered in black over-the-knee stockings with lace trim, paired with black 15cm open-toe high heels, making her look both cute and sexy.

"Cousin, if you don't get up, I'm going to..." My cousin gently sat down on the edge of my bed, slowly slipping her hand under the covers. She pulled down my black underwear, her snow-white hand gently grasping my prematurely erect penis, slowly stroking it. With one hand, she pulled my hand inside her low-cut neckline, through her bra, to her breasts. My fingers couldn't help but gently pinch her nipples, and she let out a soft moan, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "Cousin, you haven't come to see me in so long, I really want it..."

After saying this, my cousin slipped her tongue into my ear, gently licking it. I pulled her close, and she kissed me again. My tongue immediately intertwined with hers, and she closed her eyes, letting out a soft "mmm," gently responding. We kissed each other, our tongues entwined.

Slowly, my cousin's breathing became rapid, her heaving breasts rising and falling. I suddenly pulled back the covers, pulling my cousin into my arms, wrapping my arms around her waist, then pressing my entire body against hers, turning her over and pinning her supple body beneath me. Feeling her soft, elastic breasts rise and fall, I felt a warm, tightness in my lower abdomen. I couldn't help but spread her legs apart, pressing my lower abdomen and thighs between them, then pressed myself tightly against her soft body. My

cousin began to make muffled sounds as she was kissed, her body twisting and turning, rubbing against me. I pulled her stretchy black t-shirt off her shoulders, lifting her white strapless bra to her collarbone, revealing a white mesh lace bra. Because the t-shirt and bra were so tight, her breasts were immediately lifted high, her pink nipples standing erect like small dates.

I lifted her black lantern-style bubble skirt to her waist, then gently removed her white lace mesh panties. That was enough for me; I didn't undress her further, but leaned closer, letting our bodies press together without any obstruction. I pressed my already throbbing erection against her, kneading it against my cousin's full belly. Her breathing became more rapid, interspersed with soft moans, and her body began to move up and down. I kissed her while slipping my hand inside her bubble skirt, gently caressing her buttocks. After a while, I moved my hand to her crotch, kneading it incessantly, and my cousin let out soft moans.

She gasped for breath, then her full hips began to sway back and forth, her smooth belly rubbing against my swollen member. My hand caressed her waist, then slid down her groin between her legs, finding it already wet; her inner thighs were soaked. I pressed my palm against her soft, moist vulva and began to rub. My

cousin let out several long moans, her body writhing even more violently. I used the fingers of my other hand to part her soft, moist vulva, shifting my body to press my swollen member against her already wet opening, gently asking, "Do you want it?" She almost moaned, "Yes...yes...it's been so long since I've done it with you, cousin..."

Before she could finish, I thrust my lower body upwards, penetrating between her legs, plunging my hard, swollen member into her warm, moist opening. Suddenly, a hot, hard shaft was thrust between her legs, causing her to twist her head and scream "Ah!" Before she could react, I pulled the shaft out slightly and then thrust it all the way in between her legs. My cousin's wet vagina made it easy to penetrate. I thrust in until the base of my penis pressed tightly against her labia, which were spread open by the thick shaft. "Ah…!" she cried out in a long, trembling voice. Then I began to thrust my thick, hard shaft into her warm, moist vagina again and again. With each thrust, her back pressed against the bed, her soft breasts bouncing up and down, trembling and screaming with each rhythmic thrust of the thick shaft into her vagina.

My penis was tightly enveloped by my cousin's love hole, which was warm, soft, and tight. This sensation made me thrust deeper and faster between her legs, penetrating and withdrawing my penis repeatedly. Looking at my cousin's silky eyes and slightly parted red lips, I reached out and grasped one of her breasts, which was bouncing up and down. I felt a fullness of softness in my hand, as if the flesh filling my palm was about to squeeze out from between my fingers. My heart skipped a beat, and I began to knead her soft and elastic breast. My other hand grasped her plump buttocks from behind and kneaded them, pulling and tugging at the tender skin between her legs, rubbing against my penis as it thrust in and out between her legs.

The two soft flesh between her legs, containing my penis, were simultaneously enduring the friction of my hot, hard penis thrusting in and out between her legs, while being pulled back and forth by my hips from behind, rubbing against the penis inserted in front of her, along with the small fleshy tip of her wet love hole. The fluid flowing from her lower body increased, and the area between her parted legs was soaked with the juices from her small opening as the penis thrust in and out, making a "splashing" sound with each movement.

My cousin's cheeks and body gradually turned a rosy pink, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, uttering increasingly rapid moans of "Ah...ah...ah..." Suddenly, she clung tightly to me, trembling as she cried out, "Ah...I can't take it anymore...it's coming...ah...ah..." Then, the soft flesh exposed above her knee-high stockings began to tremble violently.

As my penis thrust more and more intensely inside her, her two beautiful legs, clad in black knee-high stockings, intertwined behind me, wrapping around me tightly, her thighs gripping my waist. She used her heels to forcefully pull me towards her body, pushing my thick, hard penis deep between her legs. On the black silk sheets, I quickened my pace. My cousin's thighs, clad in black over-the-knee stockings, gripped my waist, her black peep-toe heels tracing arcs in the air. The room was filled with her pleasurable moans.

Then I felt her soft, moist vagina, enveloping my penis, suddenly begin to convulse. She let out a long, trembling moan. My penis was deeply inside her tender vagina, my hands cupping her full buttocks. She held my head in her arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her large breasts pressed against my face, one nipple being sucked by me. After a while, her taut legs, straddling me, slowly began to soften. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly against me, her eyes, curved like crescent moons, seemingly overflowing with tenderness. And I finally ejaculated… We collapsed onto the bed together, and exhausted, I began to recall—the year I first had sex with my cousin, it must have been six years ago. That year, she was in her first year of junior high, and I was in my second year of senior high. We went to the same school, and I was ordered by my aunt to take my cousin home on my motorcycle after school every day, and to tutor her every Friday. My cousin was the type who developed early; her breasts weren't as big as they are now, but they were already quite full for a middle school student. From childhood, she was always very clingy to me, and after we went to the same school, she would arrive at my classroom early every day after school. Since my motorcycle was only 50cc, she would always hug me tightly when we got home from school, her already ample breasts pressed tightly against my back, which made me secretly feel good. And everything that happened between my cousin and me afterward came from a special day.

Chapter Six: The Lewd Female Teacher in School Memories

It was another Friday.

The sound of stiletto heels clicking on the floor tiles approached the classroom door from afar. When the classroom door opened, a pair of slender, jade-like legs wearing black fishnet stockings and 12-centimeter red stiletto heels stretched out.

A mature and alluring figure walked into the classroom; it was our homeroom teacher. She was over forty, with a seductive and alluring appearance and a 38F-23-38 S-shaped figure, making her the object of sexual fantasies for all the male students in the class. Her long, rose-red hair cascaded in large waves over her shoulders. She wore a red, tight-fitting suit with a black shirt featuring a low neckline and a lace collar, and a wide, round-toed black leather belt around her slender waist. The teacher wore red eyeshadow and deep red lipstick, her mature body exuding temptation. Her large breasts and full, sexy hips, paired with the tight-fitting mini-skirt of the red suit and red 15cm high heels, with the black ruffled fishnet stockings peeking out, were incredibly provocative.

The teacher walked to the desk and picked up the chalk. Sitting in the front row to the side, I could see half of a red lace bra peeking out from the seam of her black silk shirt, stretched taut by her enormous breasts, as she wrote on the blackboard. A thin, semi-transparent bra cup encased her full breasts, her large nipples seemingly standing erect. After finishing her blackboard writing, the teacher leaned down to look at the textbook on the podium. Her snow-white, plump breasts, supported by her red bra, bulged, and with each movement, the soft flesh rippled, instantly making my penis hard. This was the teacher's killer move; all the boys were captivated by her breasts. In other classes, noisy classrooms were always silent when she taught.

I heard that the teacher's husband worked at a large international resort hotel and was currently working on a new hotel construction project in Hawaii, only returning to China occasionally. Perhaps because such a beautiful woman didn't have a husband by her side, there were many rumors about her. Once, I overheard in another teacher's office that she always deliberately dressed provocatively in front of students and often engaged in flirtatious behavior towards male students, which had already caused some teachers to feel slightly dissatisfied. Some female teachers even said jealously that she was a truly insatiable slut.

As the class monitor, I had many opportunities to interact with the homeroom teacher. Because our homeroom teacher was also the head of the school's academic research office, she had a separate office. She always asked me to deliver homework and exam papers to her office, even though she could often take them away herself after class. After delivering them, she would always keep me behind to chat, talking about class matters and my own situation. Gradually, we became very familiar with each other, and we talked about almost everything. The teacher was no longer as aloof and distant as before, but rather like an interesting friend, deeply attracting me.

Of course, this attraction also included sexual attraction. At first, the teacher would only seductively shift her legs a few times during our conversations, the posture so beautiful and slow that I had ample time to see between her legs, to see the hazy glimpse of her underwear through her always-wearing black stockings and sexy high heels.

After a while, when I went to the teacher's office, I always noticed that her shirt was unbuttoned two more times than when she was in the classroom, and I could often see most of her large breasts under her transparent bra from the side. Later, the teacher developed a habit of exposing her full breasts to me when she bent over, and when she sat, her thighs were always spread wide, allowing me to clearly see her transparent panties—and the style of her panties kept changing, from transparent lace panties, V-neck panties, thongs, to open-crotch panties, and recently, I even found that she wasn't wearing any, clearly showing me her black pubic hair and the occasional glistening labia.

The most recent time, the teacher, who was wearing a white tight-fitting thin skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black high heels, kept saying it was hot in the office and took off her black lace-knitted jacket. Through the semi-transparent white fabric, I could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see not only her erect purple nipples but also the patch of dark pubic hair beneath her tight white skirt—this always made me get an erection in her office. At first, I was embarrassed, but later I noticed that the teacher always seemed to be greedily staring at that tent.

After this happened several times, I gradually got used to letting my penis stand erect in front of the teacher, almost sticking out of my pants. The teacher's blatant provocation had aroused a strong desire in me to have sex with her, which seemed easy to achieve. I felt that the teacher was just waiting for the right opportunity to make this immoral and exciting thing between teacher and student seem more natural.

Lost in thought, the teacher finished teaching a section of the text and was going to give a pop quiz. Then, as usual, the teacher moved a stool and sat on the edge of the podium, always facing my desk. As usual, during the quiz, my eyes couldn't help but stare at the teacher's legs in black stockings, hoping to see a glimpse under her skirt when she switched legs, and the teacher always cooperated by switching legs. In the last five minutes of the test, when I glanced up again, I met the teacher's gaze. Unlike usual, it was a seductive look filled with desire, brimming with the allure of a mature woman.

After the test, I collected the test papers and placed them on the podium. Just then, a strong gust of wind blew in from the window, scattering the remaining test papers on the floor. The teacher squatted down to pick them up, unaware that her incredibly short skirt had bunched up as she squatted, revealing half of her full buttocks and exposing the area beneath.

She was wearing transparent red thongs, her mons pubis protruding like a small hill, the deep groove between them clearly visible. The teacher's pubic area was particularly prominent and full, with abundant pubic hair that had even extended beyond her underwear, creating a thicket of hair around it. All the boys' eyes were drawn to that alluring triangle, and rapid breathing filled the quiet classroom.

School was finally over, and the students left one after another. The teacher, however, leisurely organized the exam papers, leaving only me in the office to help her carry the papers and collected assignments. When she finally finished, she swayed her hips towards me. Suddenly, "bang!" As she stepped off the podium, her high-heeled foot twisted, and she lurched downwards. I quickly caught her.

And that one catch led to what happened. Just as I was about to ask if she was alright, I noticed something soft under my hand. I looked down—oh my god! I was grabbing her ample breasts. My face flushed. The teacher stood up, and I quickly released her. My lower body, still aroused by the soft touch, was already hard. The teacher gave me a sly smile, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

"Does it feel good to touch, teacher's breasts?" The teacher's tone was so sweet, with a hint of seduction. For a young man full of vigor, this was incredibly stimulating. I really wanted to rush up, strip her clothes off, pin her down, and fuck her to death. However, because she was my teacher, and because I still couldn't believe it, I didn't dare to do anything and could only nod—but for both of us, there was no need to say anything explicitly.

The teacher laughed, a lewd and wanton laugh. She continued her teasing behavior, pressing close to me, one hand around my waist, the other on my crotch, stroking the tent that had formed in my school pants. She pulled down my zipper, pulled down my underwear, and took out my erect penis. She kept rubbing it back and forth, her other hand also caressing my testicles. Her body slowly slid down, and then she extended her soft tongue, licking my purplish-red glans. The tingling sensation made me groan incessantly.

"How does it feel?" The teacher looked up at me with lustful eyes. I nodded vaguely. The teacher leaned forward and took my penis into her mouth.

"Mmm..." I almost cried out, it felt so good! The teacher's mouth was very warm, her lips were tightly closed, and her hot tongue slid over my penis. I held the teacher's head down, and she sucked even harder, her head moving violently back and forth, making my pleasure even stronger. A tingling sensation came from my tailbone, and I shuddered. I was about to ejaculate! The teacher seemed to sense it

, and she suddenly leaned forward, taking my entire penis into her mouth. I thrust forward, and my semen shot straight into the teacher's mouth... I kept ejaculating, and the teacher couldn't take it all. A large amount of semen flowed down the corners of her mouth and onto the teacher's red suit, but the teacher didn't care at all. She kept sucking on my glans and swallowing my semen, as if she wanted to suck out the last drop. After I ejaculated my last drop, the teacher swallowed the semen in her mouth and licked my still-erect penis with a satisfied expression. Her oral skills were truly superb, giving me a tingling, itchy feeling, and my darling immediately became erect again.

In that instant, I seemed to see the teacher's eyes light up, a happy and excited expression appearing on her face, and she stood up with a lewd smile. The teacher slowly walked to my desk, turned around slowly, her back to me, and spread her legs, clad in black fishnet stockings, her red high heels resting on the floor. Through her red panties, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible to me. The area near her vagina was slightly darker; she was already wet, and a few pubic hairs peeked out from the side of her panties. As if bewitched, my throat was incredibly dry, and I walked towards the teacher in a daze.

My penis, veins bulging, powerful and arrogant, was once again in a state of tension. Consumed by lust, the precum on my glans seemed to crave the woman before me. I knew I needed her. Seeing my actions, the teacher slipped her hand under her skirt, brazenly tracing its path to her clitoris, rubbing it through her panties. "Ugh...ugh...oh...ah..." she moaned sweetly, her juices flowing freely, instantly soaking her panties.

I moved behind her and noticed a barely perceptible slit in her transparent red panties—they were open-crotch. I gripped my penis, placing my other hand on her shoulder, slowly adjusting my position. Aiming at her vulva, I shifted my hips back and thrust forcefully into her vagina... Once inside, all my desire had to erupt.

Her vagina wasn't tight, but it was moist and warm; the soft, wet flesh gripping my penis as it moved, still giving me considerable pleasure. I started by slowly thrusting in and out, and once I got used to the feeling, I began to thrust forcefully without any restraint.

"Ah...you're so good...faster...faster...harder..." The teacher's voice became high-pitched and seductive. I never imagined that my homeroom teacher would become such a lewd woman, but it brought me endless pleasure—it changed my view of so-called dignified mature women. I thrust even harder, each stroke impacting the teacher's vagina, leading her step by step to orgasm.

I looked down at the point where my penis and vagina met; the teacher's labia flipped back and forth with each thrust, my penis glistening with her vaginal fluids, and her large breasts bobbing up and down.

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