Having a relationship with his girlfriend's mother

I am Zhiqiang, 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 . Because my girlfriend and I broke up last year, I stopped calling her mother "Auntie Liang" and started calling her by her English name, Auntie Cally. 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, 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,
my encounter with her isn't considered incest.
Two years ago, I worked at a stockbrokerage and met Auntie Cally. Later, her 21-year-old daughter, Fanny, came to work part-time and unfortunately started dating me. 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. This helped me 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 both trade stocks privately at the office. There aren't many colleagues who trade stocks, so we often share our experiences. I started learning to trade stocks after graduating from university, borrowing tens of thousands of dollars from my mother to enter the stock market. So far, I think I've
done pretty well, although I've also had times when I lost money. Auntie Cally and I often discuss our experiences in the office. My colleagues jokingly said she'd found another godson, and we were happy to be more relaxed, chatting more casually. Sometimes when she couldn't remember the settings or usage of technical indicators, I'd tease her for being clumsy. She sometimes brought homemade dishes to lunch with me. Gradually, we
became close friends who could talk about anything. She even helped get one of my relatives' children into a prestigious primary
school.
When she was in the office watching the market, 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
to get her wallet from her handbag on the sofa in the computer room, saying it was her treat. After a few words, I opened her bag
. Inside, besides tissues, keys, and her wallet, there were two small packs of sanitary napkins. At that moment, I suddenly 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 and
skirt. She took off her coat, revealing a white shirt and black skirt, and stood under the air conditioner for a while before coming over and sitting down. Perhaps we were already quite familiar, she placed her bare, stockinged feet on another chair next to me and said, "Little one, how's the 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's feet were more delicate than mine...We were laughing so hard, like a couple deeply in love.
After a long while (about ten minutes), she put her legs down, sat close behind me, stroked my hair, and then pressed her breasts against my back, whispering in my ear, "What's wrong, little one?" I turned around, took her hand, looked at her, and
called out, "Auntie..." At that moment, I felt my head spinning and my blood rushing to my head. She looked at me for a moment, then pulled her hand away,
touched my face, and whispered, "Do you like Auntie?" I immediately stood up, hugged her, and started kissing her lips. She hugged
me back.
After a while, we quieted down and sat down again to look at stocks. I put my arms around her neck, pressed my
face against hers, and tried to sound calm as I talked about the stock trends I was interested in. She typed a few codes, and then we both fell
silent. After a while, I felt waves of intense urges surging through me, my lower body throbbing and uncomfortable. I turned
to face her, one hand slipped under her skirt onto her stockinged thigh, the other pulling her hand to my penis. Through my
pants, I could feel her soft hand. 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 just 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 against her body, and like a doggy man, I rubbed my penis against Auntie Cally's pert buttocks.
After a short while, she whispered, "Sweetie, wait a minute," and took a basin out because she needed to clean my genitals. A moment later, she brought the basin back in and placed it on the carpet, locked the computer room door, filled two cups of water from the water dispenser, poured them into the basin, pulled me to
the basin, and started unbuckling my belt. Her movements made my penis less hard than before. I took off my pants and
squatted down. She also squatted down, and her two soft, womanly hands carefully began washing my genitals and scrotum. I kissed her ear and moaned softly. Then
she smiled and said, "Get up." I stood up and watched her take off her stockings from under her skirt. She curled 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. Then, over the washbasin, she lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her genitals. Her pubic hair was thick, and since I was standing, I could only see her high, white buttocks.
As I was about to squat down to help her wash her gap, she said, "Get me some tissues from my bag." I opened my bag, took out
some tissues, and handed them to her. She turned her back, bent over, and wiped herself with one hand while lifting her skirt. Then she put the washbasin on the stand and pulled me
to sit on the sofa. With one hand, she stroked my penis, looking at me softly and saying, "Why do you like Auntie?"
My penis was already hard. I reached under her skirt and started touching her genitals. Since she was sitting, I could only touch 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 then.
Just as I was about to push her down, she stood up and took off her skirt. Her thighs were fair but slightly plump, with thick, dark pubic hair
. She was still wearing a white shirt. I started to unbutton her shirt, but instead of taking it off, she
opened her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind, carefully spreading a small handkerchief on the sofa before sitting down on it.
She pulled me down to lie on her back, and I, like a dog, pinned her down and began kissing her large, dark areolas and her face. Her breasts were large and slightly sagging; as I lay down, they slid to either side of her body. She still held my penis in one hand (perhaps worried
it would hit the sofa) and gently squeezed it, while her other arm was around my neck.
Her body had a faint fragrance (this mature woman's scent always fascinated me). After kissing her for a while, I looked up
at her and said, "Auntie, I've been holding back so much, I really want to go inside you for a gap." She laughed and patted my face, then gently parted her labia with the head of my penis, saying, "Good boy, put it in. Auntie hasn't had sex with a handsome man like 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 one leg on the sofa and placed the other leg on the floor. Looking at Auntie's slightly smiling face, I thrust hard.
Gradually, she began to frown, her eyes half-closed, and she moaned softly with her mouth half-open. I occasionally
lowered my head to lick the sole of her white, tender stockinged foot that was placed on my chest, and thrust my lower body forcefully. Waves of pleasure began to wash
over my brain. During the thrusting, I leaned back slightly and saw my dark penis going in and out of her gap. Her
vaginal fluid made our lower bodies sticky. Her breasts swayed up and down, one arm was placed behind her
on the sofa armrest, and the other arm was placed on her white lower abdomen (she only told me after several sexual encounters that she had a habit of masturbating while having sex
). After about twenty minutes, I felt her vagina rhythmically sucking at the tip of my penis like a fish's mouth. I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate. I pushed her legs to the side
, placing both legs on the sofa, and held her head, kissing her while panting and calling her name, saying, "
Auntie Cally, no, I need to call you Auntie Liang to get 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 while frantically making my final sprint, my pubic hair standing on end. I lowered my head and kissed her hair, babbling incoherently, "I'll fuck your uterus to pieces...make you pregnant...have a little brother with Fanny..." Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged from my penis to my brain. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that Aunt Liang was the woman I loved most. As I ejaculated, I murmured, "Aunt Liang…I love you…I love you…" Then I lay still on top of her, occasionally twitching. She relaxed, hugging my neck and stroking me. Only then did I realize how soft her body was; it felt
so good to be on top of her. One of her legs was propped up on the coffee table, her head resting on the sofa armrest. We
didn't speak. After a while, I felt my penis slowly soften, sliding out of her vagina. I got up
and sat down beside her legs. She tried to get up, but I pressed her down, and she lay back down, her hand on her chest, slowly
touching the sweat that had accumulated during our lovemaking. She looked at me and said, "Qiangzai, was it good?" I hummed in agreement. I
flattened a small tissue and placed it under her buttocks, then leaned down and rested my head on her thighs, slowly touching
the semen overflowing from her vagina with my finger, kissing her thighs, and saying, "Aunt Liang, you're so wet, your vulva is so warm, it feels so good on my penis..."
This was my first time with Aunt Liang. In the office, we maintained a colleague relationship. After having sex,
our conversations became more varied. Aunt Liang told me that her husband had been impotent for a long time, and she had
considered having a lover, but she was still afraid, worried that if discovered, it would not only make her lose face but also affect her
reputation and family. She also told me that she hadn't met anyone she felt was suitable. As she
got older, the idea of having a lover gradually faded. She had sex with me not because she wanted me to be her lover,
but mainly because she liked my temperament and character, and wanted to find a young, strong man who would listen to her heart. The first time
I ejaculated, I called her "Auntie," which she liked, feeling it made us feel more like family.
In our many sexual encounters, I wasn't able to bring her to orgasm very often, which frustrated me at first
, because I've always been confident in my sexual abilities. But with Auntie Liang, many times after I ejaculated,
she had to masturbate to reach orgasm, and wasn't fully satisfied. This made me feel guilty. When she noticed, she hugged me and said, "It's not your fault.
I've been masturbating for many years, I'm used to it. You can bring me to orgasm when I first got married
. It hasn't happened since I had children. As long as you're comfortable, Auntie Liang is comfortable..."Hearing her
say that made me feel a little better. Later, after doing it more often, I got used to it.
Aunt Liang liked to hold me while masturbating, wanting me to kiss and suck her erect, deep red nipples and to hold her buttocks with my hands and lick her wet labia with my tongue. Aunt Liang liked me to say some erotic things to stimulate her libido. When she did it, her legs were always slightly bent, her toes curled, 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 object). When she reached orgasm, her whole body would tense, her legs would twist from side to side, her mouth would open wide, and she would moan from her throat. That ecstatic expression of a mature woman experiencing extreme orgasm
was my favorite thing to see; it was wonderful. (If I brought her to orgasm, she would always hold me tightly with both hands, burying her head in
my chest, so I couldn't see her expression). Sometimes, I would let her suck on my penis, still wet with her vaginal fluids and semen
, or draw on her face with the head of my penis, saying things like, "Aunt Liang, you're so beautiful," "Aunt Liang, your breasts are so big
and white, your labia so dark," or "You're so slutty, I feel so good." She would quickly get into the mood. If
time and place allowed, we would also watch porn while we did it. I would lean against the pillow watching her, so wanton, between my legs giving me
oral sex, licking my penis and teasing my scrotum. When she couldn't take it anymore, I would say, "Aunt Liang, I want to fuck your gap
." She would then get up, hug my neck, and whisper in my ear, "Sweetie, Aunt Liang is a slut," or "Sweetie, your
big black penis wants to fuck me?" etc.
If we were in a public place in the office, regardless of whether we knew each other or not, she always kept a certain
distance from me when we spoke. She doesn't allow me to hold her hand or do anything like that. Sometimes this gives me the illusion that
we're just ordinary friends.
Personally, I think having a lover 20 years older than yourself is great. Because I'm much younger than them, they're
very tolerant, understanding, and considerate. If they don't like you, they're also very gentle and understanding, 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
make them easy to accept. Having sex with them can be very casual, natural, and relaxing. It's as if sex
is just a 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 when you're with them.
If you want to do something rough or beyond the norm, such as anal sex, they won't give you the chance from the start. In
my interactions with them, I've found that these women, much older than me, have surprisingly accurate intuition.

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