Memories of the past are like the wind; recalling three old women I've known.

1. She was my university professor, though I only became a professor after graduation, from age 47 to 51.
We gradually drifted apart, but maintained regular contact.

The first time was when she came to my city for a conference. At the banquet, I drank for her, and we both got quite drunk. That night, after taking her back to her room, I didn't leave. I woke up first in the early hours of the morning. Unable to resist the impulse of a young, single woman, I crawled into her bed, and that's how it happened. Afterwards, we mainly dated during business trips.

She rarely appeared completely naked in front of me; sometimes she wouldn't take off her bra, sometimes she would, but would wrap a towel around her abdomen, and she absolutely forbade me to take any explicit photos. Occasionally, when I tried to force myself on her, she would feign anger rather than genuinely get angry, perhaps to maintain some semblance of modesty, to save face. Her pubic hair was sparse, and instead of a foul odor, she had a faint feminine fragrance. So every time, I would make her lose control; I liked it when a reserved woman writhed her voluptuous body in front of me, releasing clear, stringy vaginal fluid. She never let me call her "Mom," but everything she did for me always conveyed a motherly feeling. I don't know if there were other reasons behind it that I didn't know.

She was the most comfortable older woman I've ever been with. My main feelings were: First, her profession kept her exceptionally well-maintained; her skin was fair and smooth, full but not greasy, and very succulent. Second, she had cultural refinement, a refined yet tasteful charm, subtle yet satisfying. Third, as a leader in the academy, she was elegant, dignified, noble, and reserved, which greatly enhanced my sense of conquest. Fourth, being close to my mother's age, she provided both an incestuous thrill and a motherly tolerance and warmth.

2. She was a retired female soldier from a neighboring province.

We met through QQ. She was 49 years old at the time and had been retired for two years (but when I was with her, she had just turned 50, and I continued until she was 54). Because she couldn't adapt to civilian life, and her son had gone to another city for college entrance exams while her husband was still in the military and couldn't be with her for long periods, she felt very empty.

Once, I was invited by Party B to go on a business trip, which happened to be to the city where this woman lived. So, I contacted her during my trip, and she gladly came. After my trip, she accompanied me to visit local attractions. During the two days we spent together, we talked about many things we hadn't discussed on QQ. The sightseeing also helped us relax and brought us closer. At first, she said she would take me as her younger brother, but later she said the age gap was too big, and we shared the same surname, so she took me as her nephew, haha. After the sightseeing, since I was leaving the next day, she insisted that I stay at her house for one last night. Things had basically progressed to the point where I didn't want to refuse, but I gladly went.

She was the most interesting older woman I had ever been with, and the only one I had ever been with through anal sex. Although she was 50 years old, she was strong and could withstand a lot of stimulation, and her energy was also very high. She was very wet, but she could hold her breath until her face turned red without making a sound, just covering her face with her hands and moaning softly, like a female underground party member being captured and tortured. This aroused a bit of animalistic pleasure in me during our time together. That's how I deflowered her. The most perverted thing was that one time in her kitchen, I tied her hands to the gas pipe with tape and had sex with her twice, once in her vagina and once in her anus. Even during breaks, I didn't untie her, but instead used kitchen utensils to play with her. When I released her after the second time, she almost turned on me.

Later, taking advantage of my company's cooperation with a contractor, I often went on business trips to have sex with her. Until four years later, when the company project ended and her son graduated and returned home, there was basically no more opportunity. I guess as she gets older, there will be no more opportunities at all.

3. She's a retired vice president of a district-level Class II hospital.

This woman was dissatisfied because she didn't get the position of hospital secretary, and two years later, at the age of 53, she retired early. Because she was from a cardiology background, she gave my father a lot of guidance when he was sick; thank you here!

When I met this woman, she hadn't retired yet, but she was unhappy and didn't go to work, spending her time dancing in the square in front of my neighborhood. Because of her good figure, she attracted a lot of attention and led the dance in the group of older women. I twisted my ankle once and sat down to rest. We struck up a conversation, and it felt good to talk. I learned she'd twisted her ankle, so I drove her home that day. That's how we got to know each other better, and I gradually learned about her family. Both she and her husband were from out of town, but they stayed to work after graduating from university. They had two children: their eldest son worked in Beijing after studying abroad, and their second son ran a business in the south. Her husband worked in the finance department of their second son's company. She lived alone, materially secure but emotionally empty.

Unexpectedly, my first time with her was in the wild. That year, my wife was away for professional training, so I had almost a year of freedom. After square dancing, we went for a walk and chatted by the river, talking about everything from work to life. We were so engrossed that neither of us said it was over. Later, as night deepened and a chill set in, I took the opportunity to embrace her, and she snuggled closer. Later, she lay on my lap, looking at the moonlight filtering through the treetops, and said, "Being with young people makes me feel young again." With things having gone this far, what was I waiting for? So I let loose and started groping her indiscriminately, making her tremble, breathe heavily, and lose her composure. Later that night, seeing no one was around, I lifted her skirt and we had sex on a bench by the river.

She was the most perverted and uninhibited old woman I'd ever slept with; the only downside was that she wasn't very wet, basically running out after five minutes. It was with this old woman that I first learned about special sex lubricants. Although she was usually demure, she enjoyed being humiliated and raped in bed. I called her a bitch and a whore, and I'd stuffed eggs and cucumbers into her vagina, and even urinated on her. To make it even more exciting, she even befriended my aunt, who I danced with in the square, and they eventually became good friends. She even took many nude photos of my aunt while soaking in the hot springs. She often showed me these photos of my aunt while calling her "aunt" during sex. Afterwards, she would call my aunt, and the three of us would go out for dinner together.

To this day, I still can't figure out her true psychology, and I even suspect she wants to drag my aunt into it too. But every time I ask, she denies it, only saying she wants me to experience what it's like to be an emperor with a harem of wives and concubines. My aunt still doesn't know that she's completely exposed to me. Will I slowly become a pervert too if this continues?

My older sister has retired this year, and because she's well-preserved, strangers think she's around 45. She doesn't seem to like the room much; what we do most often is have me drive her to the outskirts, catch her in the wild, humiliate her, torture her, and rape her.

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