Having sex with his girlfriend's mother

Having sex with his girlfriend's mother
My name is Zhiqiang, I'm 25 years old (born in the 1980s). My ex-girlfriend Fanny's mother is a 45-year-old middle-aged woman (born in 1967, a member of the 1960s generation), Aunt Liang. This woman is quite attractive and open-minded. Because my girlfriend and I broke up last year, I stopped calling her mother "Auntie Cally" and started calling her by her English name. My original intention was to continue seeing Auntie Cally to try and get back together with my ex-girlfriend, but fate played a trick on me. I became obsessed with Auntie Cally's devilishly full breasts and perky buttocks. Since I had been dumped by Fanny, I unexpectedly wanted to sleep with her mother as a way to satisfy my lust. Ultimately, I couldn't resist Auntie Cally's physical allure and had sex with a woman 20 years my senior. I even had sex with her without a condom. The pleasure of having sex with a woman Auntie Cally's age was indescribable. The moment I ejaculated inside this woman with her devilish figure, watching her satisfied expression and hearing her moaning, my ecstatic orgasm was so intense it felt like my soul was leaving my body. Since Fanny and I aren't married...
Therefore, my relationship with her involving braised chicken wings is not considered incest.
Two years ago, I met Auntie Cally while working at a stockbrokerage. Later, her 21-year-old daughter, Fanny, came to work part-time and we started dating. We dated for about six months, but Fanny met a rich guy and dumped me, which broke my heart. Luckily, Auntie Cally kept comforting me, talking to me on the phone at night, and supporting me to get through it. That's how I was able to pull myself together. Gradually, I developed desires for Fanny's braised chicken wings, and even fantasized about having sex with her while masturbating. Several times, I really wanted to confess my feelings to her, but I didn't dare, after all, she's my elder!
We all trade stocks privately at work on a regular basis. There aren't many colleagues who trade stocks, so we often share our experiences. I started learning about stocks after graduating from university; I borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from my mother to get started. So far, I think I've...
I cooked pretty well, though I did have my share of losses. Auntie Cally and I often discussed our experiences in the office. Our colleagues jokingly said she'd found another godchild, which made us more relaxed, and our conversations became more casual. Sometimes when she couldn't remember the settings or usage of technical indicators, I'd tease her for being silly. Sometimes she'd bring some homemade dishes to lunch with me. Gradually, we...
We became very close friends, sharing everything. She even helped one of my relatives' children get into a top-tier primary school.
study.
When she was watching videos in the office, she liked to take off her high heels and put them on the floor. I loved looking at her long, slender legs and feet in black stockings; they looked very sexy. She leaned comfortably back in her chair, watching the screen. Once, she said she was going to the office convenience store to buy a drink, and she asked me...
I took her wallet from her handbag from the sofa in the computer room and said she was treating. We argued for a bit, then I took her bag...
I opened the bag, and inside were tissues, keys, a wallet, and two small packs of sanitary napkins. At that moment, I suddenly felt...
I had a strange feeling.
A few days later, after I finished eating, I went to the computer room first. While I was looking at stocks, she came in, wearing a suit.
She took off her coat, revealing a white shirt and black skirt. She stood under the air conditioner for a while, then came over and sat down. Perhaps we were already quite familiar, because she placed her bare, stockinged feet on another chair next to me and said, "Little one, how's the stock market today?" I playfully tickled the sole of her stockinged foot and said, "It's consolidating, not bad." She chuckled. I didn't pull my hand away; one hand touched her sole and calf, while the other pressed the keyboard, typing stock codes. At that moment, I felt my penis begin to harden from touching her warm sole. Auntie Cally, who was closer to me than me, laughed uncontrollably; we looked like lovers in the throes of passion.
After a long while (about ten minutes), she put her legs down, sat close to me behind me, stroked my hair, then pressed her breasts against my back, and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong, little one?" I turned around, took her hand, and looked at her.
I called out, "Auntie..." and at that moment I felt a rush of blood to my head. She looked at me for a moment, then withdrew her hand.
She touched my face and whispered, "Do you like Auntie?" I immediately stood up, hugged her, and began to kiss her lips. She hugged me back.
He responded to me.
After a while, we quieted down and sat down again to look at stocks. I put my arms around her neck and pressed myself against her.
She feigned composure, saying a few words about her concern regarding stock market trends. She even typed in a few codes, but none of us noticed.
He spoke. After a while, I felt waves of strong urges surging through me, and my lower body felt swollen and uncomfortable. I turned...
I faced her, one hand slipped under her skirt and onto her stockinged thigh, while the other hand pulled her hand and placed it on my penis.
I could feel her soft hand through my pants. I said, "Auntie Cally, I want your body and to make love to you!" She gently touched my penis, paused for a moment, and said, "Shall we do it here?" I probably hummed in response, then stood up to pull her to the sofa. She stood up too and hugged me tightly. I held her waist, my penis pressed tightly against her body, and like a dog, I rubbed my penis against Auntie Cally's high, round buttocks.
After a short while, she whispered, "Sweetie, wait a minute," and took a basin out because she needed to clean my genitals. A little while later, she brought the basin back in and placed it on the carpet. She locked the computer room door, filled two cups with hot water from the water dispenser, poured them into the basin, and pulled me to...
She started unbuckling my belt in front of the basin. Her movements made my penis less hard than before, so I took off my pants.
She knelt down, and her two soft, womanly hands began to carefully wash my genitals and scrotum. I kissed her ear and moaned softly.
Then she smiled and said to me, "Get up." I stood up and watched her take off her stockings from under her skirt. She squinted her toes and slowly rolled up the stockings on her left leg. I wanted her to keep her right leg in sexy stockings. I think the sexiest thing for a woman over 40 is to have sex with a man while wearing stockings on one leg and being bare-legged on the other. Next, she lifted her skirt up to her waist over the washbasin, exposing her genitals. She had thick pubic hair, and since I was standing, I could only see her snow-white, high-perched buttocks.
When I tried to kneel down to help her wash her gaps, she said, "Get me the tissues from my bag." I opened my bag and took them out.
I handed her a small tissue. She turned her back, bent over, and wiped herself with one hand while lifting her skirt. Then she put the basin on the basin stand and pulled me away.
Sitting on the sofa, one hand fiddling with my large penis, he looked at me and softly asked, "Why do you like aunties?"
My penis was already hard, and I reached under her skirt to touch her genitals. Because she was sitting, I could only touch her...
Seeing her pubic hair, I mumbled, "Auntie, you look like Fanny. I don't have Fanny anymore, and I want you to replace her. I like your body... I have a very strong sex drive... I want to possess you... I want to fuck you..." I can't remember what I said back then.
Just as he was about to push her down, she stood up and took off her skirt. Her fair thighs were slightly plump, and her pubic hair was dark.
It was thick. She was still wearing a white shirt. I started to unbutton her shirt, but she didn't take it off.
She opened her bra from behind, carefully laid a small handkerchief on the sofa, and then sat down on the handkerchief.
She lay down, pulling me along. I, like a dog, pinned her to the ground and began kissing her large, dark areolas and her face. Her breasts were large and somewhat sagging; as she lay down, they slid to either side of her body. She still held my large penis in one hand (perhaps for support).
(He gently squeezed the sofa) and put one arm around my neck.
Her body had a faint fragrance (this mature woman's scent has always fascinated me), I kissed her for a while and then lifted her up.
Looking at her, I said, "Auntie, I've been holding back so long, I really want to go inside you." She smiled and patted my face, then gently parted my labia with her other hand, saying, "Good boy, put it in. Auntie hasn't had sex with a man as handsome as you in a long time." I straightened up and thrust in easily. Her vagina was very wet and slippery, warm and suctiony inside, though softer than her daughter's. Because the sofa was narrow, one of her legs was flat on the sofa, and the other stockinged leg was bent and placed on the outside of my chest. I knelt on the sofa with one leg on the floor, looking at Auntie's smiling face, and thrust hard.
Gradually, she began to frown, her eyes half-closed, and she began to moan softly, her mouth half-open and half-closed. I...
I lowered my head and licked the soles of her white, tender feet, which were lying on her side against my chest, while vigorously thrusting my lower body. Waves of pleasure began to surge through me.
It struck my brain nerves. During penetration, I leaned back slightly and saw my dark penis going in and out of her gap-gap.
Our genitals were sticky with vaginal fluid. Her breasts swayed up and down, and one arm was placed behind her on the sofa.
On the armrest, an arm rested on her white lower abdomen (she only told me this after several sexual encounters; she had sex while...).
(The habit of masturbation). After about twenty minutes, I felt her vagina rhythmically sucking on the tip of my penis like a fish's mouth. I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate, so I pushed her legs up to one side.
He lay on the sofa with both legs up, holding her head and kissing her while panting and calling her name.
"Auntie, no, I want to get you even more aroused, Auntie Liang, I want to ejaculate, can I ejaculate into your uterus?..." She held my waist tightly with one hand and pressed my head down with the other, looking at me and saying urgently, "Good boy, ejaculate into Auntie Liang's uterus, it's a safe period now." I thrust hard, kissing Auntie Liang's raised, smelly, unstockinged feet, and frantically sprinted to the end, my pubic hair standing on end. I lowered my head and kissed her hair, babbling incoherently, "Fuck your uterus... get you pregnant... have a little brother with Fanny..." Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged from my genitals to my brain. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that Auntie Liang was the woman I loved most. As I ejaculated, I hummed softly, "Auntie Liang... I love you... I love you..." Then I lay on top of her and didn't move, occasionally twitching. She also relaxed her body, hugging my neck and stroking me. Only then did I realize that her body was very soft.
She was very comfortable. One foot was propped up on the coffee table, and her head was resting on the sofa armrest. We all
She didn't speak. After a while, I felt my penis slowly soften and slide out of her vagina. I got up.
I sat down beside her legs. She tried to get up, but I gently pressed her down, and she lay back down, placing her hands on her chest and slowly...
Touching the sweat that had formed on her skin while I was doing it to her, she looked at me and said, "Qiangzi, was it good?" I hummed in agreement.
He flattened a small tissue and tucked it under her buttocks, then leaned down and rested his head on her thigh, slowly touching her with his finger...
The semen overflowing from her vagina, kissing her thighs, he said, "Aunt Liang, you're so wet, your vagina is so warm, it feels so good on my little brother..."
This was my first time with Aunt Liang. We maintained a professional relationship in the office. After we had sex...
Our conversation started to broaden. Aunt Liang told me that her husband had been impotent for a long time, and that's why she had been looking for...
She had the idea of having a lover, but she still didn't dare, worried that if she were discovered, not only would she lose face, but it would also affect her reputation.
She also told me that she hadn't met anyone she considered suitable, both for her reputation and her family. As she gets older...
As her age increased, the idea of having a lover gradually faded. She had sex with me, but she didn't want me to be her lover.
Mainly, she liked my temperament and character, and wanted to find a young, strong man who would listen to her heart. At our first...
When I ejaculated, I called her "Auntie," which she liked, feeling that it made us feel more like family.
In my many sexual encounters with Aunt Liang, I wasn't able to bring her to orgasm very often, which once frustrated me.
I'm depressed because I've always been very confident in my sexual abilities, but many times during sex with Aunt Liang, it happened after I ejaculated.
She needs to masturbate to reach orgasm, and she's not fully satisfied yet. This makes me feel guilty. When she noticed, she hugged me and said, "It's not your fault."
I've been masturbating for many years and I'm used to manual masturbation. You were able to bring me to orgasm, especially since I just got married.
It happened sometimes. But it never happened again after she had her child. "As long as you're comfortable, Aunt Liang is comfortable..." she said.
That made me feel a little better. Later, after it happened so many times, I got used to it.
When Aunt Liang masturbated, she liked to hold me close, wanting me to kiss and suck her erect, deep red nipples, which were erect with sexual arousal, and to hold her buttocks with my hands and lick her labia, which were wet with her juices. Aunt Liang liked me to say some erotic things to stimulate her sexual desire. When she did it, her legs were always slightly bent, her toes curled up, and her right hand skillfully stroked her clitoris (I never saw her insert her fingers; I tried inserting two fingers into her vagina to probe her vulva, and she didn't resist). When she reached orgasm, her whole body would tense up, her legs would twist from side to side, her mouth would open wide, and she would moan from her throat. That kind of ecstatic expression of a mature woman experiencing extreme orgasm.
It's my favorite show, it's fantastic. (If I bring her to orgasm, she always hugs me tightly with both hands and buries her head in...)
My chest (I couldn't see her expression). Sometimes, I would let my penis, still covered in her vaginal fluids and semen,...
She sucked on it or drew on its head with the glans, saying things like, "Aunt Liang, you're so beautiful," or "Aunt Liang, you have such big breasts."
Saying things like "So white, your labia are so dark" or "You're so slutty, I feel so good" will quickly get her into the mood.
If time and place permit, we'll even watch porn while we're having sex. I lean against the pillow watching her, so wanton, straddling my legs and performing acts on me.
She gave me oral sex, licking my penis while teasing my scrotum. When she was licking me to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, I said, "Aunt Liang, I want to fuck your gapgap until it bursts."
"Okay." She then got up, hugged my neck, and whispered in my ear, "Sweetie, Aunt Liang is an old lady from the West."
"Your big black cock wants to fuck the old man?" and other lewd remarks.
If we're in a public place in the office, regardless of whether we know each other or not, she always keeps a certain distance from me.
She maintains a certain distance when we talk. She doesn't allow me to make gestures like holding her hand. Sometimes this gives me a kind of illusion...
It's as if we're just ordinary friends.
Having a mistress who is 20 years older than you is, in my opinion, a great idea. Because I'm much younger than them, their...
They are very tolerant, understand your thoughts, and are very considerate. Even when they don't like something, they can express it gently and kindly, like an elder.
They express their own meaning. Even when not having sex, they are more like your confidantes; their way of speaking and tone of voice will...
They make it easy for you to accept. Having sex with them can be very casual, natural, and relaxing. It's as if sex is just...
It's a very natural way of interacting, as if they need to express their deepest maternal love through you.
This is the biggest difference between them and women my age. Of course, there should be limits to what you do with them.
If you're planning on doing anything rough or unconventional, like anal sex, they won't give you the chance from the start. In relation to...
In my interactions with them, I discovered that these women, much older than me, had surprisingly accurate intuition.

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