[Middle-aged Woman and Young Man] (Complete) Author: Through

Author: Through
Word Count: 16144

A middle-aged woman and a young man

. There's a restaurant outside the university, owned by a woman from out of town.

Her hometown is a picturesque water town, and the owner often says that the women there are blessed
by the beautiful mountains and rivers, each one plump and fair-skinned, with delicate features and a beautiful appearance. This owner, for example, has been in the city
for nearly twenty years. Now middle-aged, she's not as slender as she was in her youth, and her figure has become fuller. But she still has a full bust, a straight back,
a slender waist, and a shapely bottom, possessing a unique charm.

A male university student often eats at this restaurant. There are two reasons: firstly, the prices are similar to those in the university cafeteria
, and secondly, it suits his taste.

Business people observe their customers, and this owner is no exception. She noticed that this regular customer
was different from other students: he didn't eat with classmates or talk loudly to attract attention. He was good-looking and
not short, but she never saw him bring any girls; he always ordered quietly, ate alone, and left.

She began to speculate about the boy: lonely and unpopular, dressed in cheap clothes, and ordering only inexpensive
home-style dishes, it was clear his family wasn't well-off. However, the boy was fair-skinned, quiet, and well-behaved, which made her
feel sorry for him.

One day, when he came to eat, the female restaurant owner sat down next to him, very close. He blushed and
awkwardly leaned towards the table.

She asked, "Young man, are you a freshman?"

He nodded, his face still red.

A freshman, a boy of eighteen or nineteen. The female restaurant owner had two children; her daughter was older than him and already a
sophomore , and her son, like him, had failed his college entrance exam last year and was retaking it this year.

She asked again, "Young man, what's your name?"

He replied, "My surname is Zhou." His face turned even redder.

"Oh, Zhou." She wanted to say something more, but seeing the boy's blushing and restrained expression, she knew he was
shy and stopped speaking. She understood that some boys would be shy in front of women, but she was a 44-year-old
middle-aged woman, not a virgin anymore. How could she possibly make him blush? This Zhou student was truly an honest boy.

"Then take your time eating, I'm busy. Hope you come often." She patted the boy's shoulder
and left.

From then on, Zhou went from being a regular customer to a frequent visitor, a change the female owner noticed
.

The restaurant was doing well, with a constant stream of customers. As the owner, she was always chatting with the customers
, but she never initiated conversation with Zhou. However, she would often call over a waiter to see what he ordered,
glancing at him silently.

The following summer vacation arrived, and business was slow. The owner quickly returned to her rural hometown,
stayed for a few days, and did something secretive, extraordinary, and passionate. Then, unwilling to give up
, she returned to the city to resume her business.

That day, he came again. Seeing him, her heart warmed; she felt a long-lost feeling.

She had changed. She proactively approached him, "Oh, Zhou, long time no see! Come with me." She led him
to the table by the window and bent down to wipe the already clean seat for him.

"I didn't see you last time I came," he whispered behind her.

Hearing this, she immediately realized, "Oh, I went back to my hometown. I just got back. I'm sorry I didn't
tell you." She turned around to look at him, sticking her bottom out, and continued, "Did you miss me?"

He nodded without saying a word.

She asked again, "Don't you go home during your holidays?"

He said, "My home is right on campus. My mom is a professor at this university, and she's busy with her work every day, so she
can't take care of me. My dad has been working abroad for two years now, so he doesn't come home. I'm always alone."

Hearing this, the female boss realized that this boy came from a well-off family; how come she hadn't noticed?

She told him to sit down, called over a waiter for a notebook, quickly wrote down two dishes, and said to the waiter,
"Go and serve the food."

She said to him, "Stir-fried prawns with scallions, oxtail soup. Do you like them? They're not expensive. Next time you come to eat, I'll
set the price for your dishes, just like your mother buys groceries at the market and cooks them at home. I'll make sure you eat well, okay
?"

He nodded.

As he left, she said to him, "Come often. Men rely on food, women rely on sleep."

Sure enough, he frequently came to eat the dishes his mother cooked. In Zhou's eyes, the female boss's expression towards him always
conveyed a calm yet considerate demeanor.

However, how could Zhou understand women? He had no idea what the female boss was really like.

During the summer vacation, the restaurant closed early. That evening, he passed by the restaurant and unconsciously walked over and pushed open the door.

At that moment, the female boss, having finished her day's business, had taken a shower and was walking down the stairs in a short bathrobe. Every night, she
would check the restaurant before going back to her bedroom upstairs to sleep; this was a habit she had maintained for many years.

When Zhou pushed open the door, she was admiring her body in front of the mirror in the lobby, her yukata open.

She seemed to have gained weight since returning from her hometown; it's easy to gain weight in middle age if you're not careful. She touched her stomach, thinking she should
lose some weight. Her breasts were no longer round lumps, but rather like papayas on her chest. She
cupped them in her hands; they were large and very feminine. She noticed her pubic hair; it had thinned out in her hometown, barely
covering the gap between her legs. She touched her vulva and chuckled to herself: "Still having feelings?"

Just then, she heard a sound at the door. She quickly fastened her yukata and went to the door.

Through the gap in the curtain, she saw it was him, dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, as if he were enjoying the cool air.

She tried to calm herself down; after all, she always presented a perfect image to him. But her heart, like a boat on the water,
began to flutter in the wind.

She looked around the hotel lobby, her heart pounding: I was a woman without even underwear, and he was a boy.

He saw her through the curtain, their eyes met, and the female shop owner saw a longing in his gaze. That
look was so like her son's—pitiful yet adorable. She didn't want to reject him anymore; in fact, she wanted him to be part of her.

She opened the door a crack: "Come in, come in quickly, son, I'm still naked." Her words
were as warm and familiar as if she were at home.

The shop owner pulled Zhou inside, also adjusting her own collar. She led him to the sofa in the waiting area
. Zhou saw that the shop owner's hair was loose, her short bathrobe revealing two bare, white thighs, and the neckline was askew,
almost exposing one breast.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat, and sweat beaded on his forehead. This wasn't the usual her; she shouldn't be like this.
He felt he had made a mistake and hurriedly said, "I'm off work, I'm sorry! I should go home."

"No, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make you something.

" "No, I'm not hungry." "

Really? Aren't you going home so late?" the female boss asked softly.

"I don't want to go home. My mom went out of town to give a lecture, and no one's home. I was passing by—I wanted to see you."

He smelled the unique fragrance of a woman emanating from her and said, blushing and breathless.

"Want to see me? Your mom's not here, so you want to see me, is that right?" The female boss thought of her son again, and
her voice became even sweeter.

"No, it's just that it's lonely, and I miss you." Zhou replied softly.

"Miss me? Miss me, this woman?" The female boss was overjoyed to be missed by the boy.

"Yes! I miss you! I've been missing you all this time!" Zhou looked at the female boss and said firmly.

Actually, he didn't know that the female boss was a woman who hadn't lost her love. She had always liked him, but
due to the reserve and unique concerns of a middle-aged woman, she couldn't easily express it. Now, she wanted this boy.

"With a woman around, you won't feel lonely," the female shop owner said softly, lifting her bathrobe to reveal one
breast . "Child, look, doesn't my breast resemble a home?"

Zhou was shocked, never expecting the female shop owner to do such a thing. He stared at her exposed breast,
his eyes glazed over, his penis engorged and speechless.

Seeing his embarrassed state, the female shop owner thought: He's more obedient than her own son. She placed her hand
on her breast and, right in front of Zhou, began to knead it like dough. Zhou looked at the female shop owner's breast;
it was fleshy and soft in her hands, and she even pinched the nipple until it was erect.

The female boss stroked her breasts and said to him, "Whoever feeds you is your mother, and whoever feeds you is your home. From now on
, you can consider this place your home. Look, your surname is Zhou, and mine is Wu. According to the Hundred Family Surnames, we are together, with Zhou above and Wu
below. You are above me."

She released her breasts, stretched out her hands, and with one hand hanging down, she said to him, "This is you—" Then she
made a circle with her other hand: "This is me." After saying that, she put both hands together, with her middle finger on top, and inserted it into the circle.

Even a fool would understand the meaning behind that gesture, and Zhou, knowing it perfectly well, nodded foolishly: "But you're
older than me and the boss, how can I be above you?"

The female boss flipped her hands over, looped her middle finger up and down, and said, "This works too, a woman can be both up and down.

From now on, I'll call you Little Zhou, and you can call me Aunt Wu or Sister Wu? -- Just call me Sister Wu, otherwise it makes me seem
too old ."

Hahaha, the female boss laughed.

He said, "Okay, Sister Wu!"

The female boss said, "That sounds so nice, dear. What would you like to drink? I don't have any milk for you." Before he
could answer, she ran to the bar, grabbed a Coke, and returned to Zhou. She said, "This is my home. I work
downstairs and sleep upstairs. My husband is in Shenzhen. I have two children; my daughter is in college, and my son will
be starting college soon. My husband, children, and I have been separated for many years. Seeing you is like seeing my own children."

The female boss wasn't telling the truth about her family. Her husband was in the countryside, and besides
farming , he had no other skills. Therefore, she looked down on him and came to the city herself.

Hearing her talk about her family, Zhou asked, "Sister, don't you miss them?"

"Haha," the female boss laughed, "Yes, I miss them. I'm in my prime, and I miss my husband the most. Do you
know what that feels like? -- Haha --." She swept her hair back, pressed her breasts against Zhou, and said, "I
'm a married woman. I don't dare mess around with men. You shouldn't see these breasts; they belong to someone else."

The female boss glanced at Zhou, and Zhou stared at her breasts.

His gaze reminded the female boss of her son; they were about the same age.

Two years ago, when she returned home, it was hot, and she was dressed lightly. Her son's gaze had been fixed on her chest, just like his. She
knew her son was growing up and curious about women's bodies. Country boys weren't as worldly as city boys; she felt sorry for him
and knew she should be an open-minded mother. Besides, a woman's breasts shouldn't be a mystery; it was
n't wrong for him to see them!

She asked, "Son, do you want to see Mommy?" At that time, her son's expression was shy, just
like Zhou's now.

She told her son, "You're all grown up now, a man. Be more outgoing; if you want to see a woman, tell Mommy."
Her son nodded.

She lifted her shirt, revealing a pair of large breasts. Her son was also panting and blushing, but quickly reached out and touched
her breasts.

After that, she became very attractive to her son. He was almost always by her side, and whenever
no one else could see, he would reach out and touch her. This gave her a
feeling . This feeling often made her heart race. She willingly cooperated with her son, always finding countless excuses
to go to secluded places with him, letting him touch her breasts.

Her son's touch made her feel incredibly good. After returning to the city, in the quiet of the night, she would touch her breasts and
think of her son's hands.

One night, while checking the shop, she found a magazine. Opening it, she saw it was full of pictures of naked women.

She rushed back to her room, wiped the cover clean, washed her hands, and went to bed to look at it. The women in the pictures were all beautiful and radiant,
with large breasts, slender waists, and white buttocks. Some women even had their legs spread, their pubic hair and cleavage clearly visible. She exclaimed how
beautiful women were, and how her son would surely love it if he saw it. She decided to bring the magazine to her son, so he could broaden his horizons and
see women's bodies thoroughly.

She regretted that, after all, she was only a mother and couldn't give him all of a woman's body. That night, the female shop owner masturbated
to orgasm, her buttocks and thighs wet.

The businesswoman knew her son had been accepted to university before she returned home, but unfortunately, the university wasn't in
her city, and he would be leaving home for school. This time, her only thought was to spend time with him.

For the first two days after her return, she and her son had to hide in secluded places to expose themselves, offering him her breasts and secretly showing
him the magazines she had brought back.

She neglected her husband, but he didn't complain. He felt that once their son left,
he would be like their daughter, rarely coming home, and seeing him would be difficult; it was only natural for a mother to care for her own son. The businesswoman
brought home a considerable amount of money, and two days later, her husband took some more, saying he was going to work in town.

With her husband gone, things became much easier for the businesswoman and her son. They no longer needed to hide or avoid suspicion; at home, the businesswoman could...
She could stand naked and look at nude paintings with her son, letting him
compare . However, this game quickly lost its appeal.

He didn't want to look at the magazine anymore because the nudes on the paper aroused his desire, but couldn't quench it.

One day, the female boss got up, topless, and put on her trousers. She looked good in them, with long legs and a shapely bottom. She swayed
her breasts as she entered her son's room. The magazine was lying under his bed. She picked it up and sat down next to him. He
immediately slipped his hands between her legs. Looking at her lustful son, she opened her legs and let him touch
her genitals through her trousers.

He said to her, "Mom, what's inside you is what a real woman is."

The female boss understood that her relationship with her son was only missing a belt; once that belt was removed, they would have
a true -female relationship. She didn't refuse her son. He had seen so many nude paintings, but none of them
depicted real women. Letting her son touch her genitals through her trousers was unacceptable.

But her son's hands, being men's hands, touched her genitals, stroking them up and down,
arousing . Her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably, soaking her small panties and thin pants. She
explained to her son, "Mommy's vagina isn't like yours. Mine feels flat and moist."

Her son looked at her and used his fingers to probe inside her. He said, "Mommy, you're soaking wet."

The female boss, her genitals soaked from her son's touch, felt utterly embarrassed. She reached down and touched her son's crotch, grabbing
his penis. She wondered: what does my son's thing look like? She felt it carefully; it wasn't small, and it was quite hard.

Suddenly, she felt: had she gone too far, like a prostitute on the street pulling a man into a room and immediately exposing
herself to his penis? She tried to pull her hand away, but her son grabbed it and pressed it tightly against his penis.

She asked her son, "What do you want Mommy to do?"

Her son said, "Anything!"

"Anything?" the female boss asked back.

The female boss knew she couldn't avoid the situation with her son; she had to give
him some tangible sexual satisfaction. Having sex with him directly would just be a matter of taking off her pants, but as the elder, she
had to maintain some dignity.

She told her son, "Mommy will masturbate you; this is the best way for a mother to release her son's pent-up desires."

She pulled down her son's pants.

His penis was hard and erect, like an unyielding wooden stick. She exclaimed, "Hairy, powerful,
a young big penis, so beautiful."

The female boss spat into her palm and gently stroked her son's penis.

As she caressed it, she felt it growing longer and harder, her son becoming more and more like
her man, and her more and more like his woman. She involuntarily leaned into her son's arms, her breasts
pressed against his chest, her legs clamping around his thighs. His leg hair, even through his pants, could prick her pubic hair
. She breathed heavily. Half-naked, holding his penis, even if he wanted to rape her, it wouldn't be his fault.

She asked her son, "Do you want Mommy?"

He replied, "Yes, I want it, I want your cunt!"

She nodded, "Mommy's giving it to you! Fuck! Fuck your mommy's cunt!"

She quickly pulled down her pants, revealing her genitals. At the same time, she felt a sense of relief, finally free to be naked in front of her son without
pretense .

The female boss had the allure of a middle-aged woman. She wanted her son to see her entire body,
especially the passage from which he was born, her vulva.

However, her son was consumed by lust and didn't care about appreciating his mother's body. He stripped naked,
pushed onto the bed, spread her legs, and forcefully inserted his hard penis into her vagina.

She cried. Her body was being turned over and over by her son, his penis constantly thrusting into her
vulva , but she felt no pleasure. She just cried—wailing—wailing—wailing, tears streaming down her face. She cried because
her son was ignorant, lacking in understanding, and had ruined her lovemaking experience. She also felt
guilty; her son needed a woman so much, and she should have given it to him sooner.

The female boss and her son made love amidst her wailing cries.

The son saw his mother's white flesh trembling beneath him, her breasts bouncing, and her constant crying. He assumed she was
aroused and reacting so intensely. This further stimulated him; his mother was no longer just a
woman he could touch, a woman he could peek at in magazines, a woman he could touch through her pants—she was a voluptuous and fun woman.

He lifted his mother's waist; the middle-aged woman was experienced in sex, she knew her son was going to come from behind. She cried
and knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised. But as soon as he penetrated her from behind, he ejaculated, his semen
all inside her…

The son looked ashamed: "Mom, I didn't make you feel good."

The female boss told her son, "You can't be so reckless with women, you have to foreplay. Learn from your mother!"

With her husband absent, the female boss and her son slept in the same bed. For several days, they made love to their hearts' content,
enjoying endless pleasure. She truly experienced the power of her son; boys have
inexhaustible energy when it comes to women, it's truly exhilarating. Every time she finished having sex with her son, she would say to him, "You made Mommy's
pussy feel so good."

The day before she was to return to the city, her son vigorously stroked her pubic hair, pulling out a handful, and said to her, "Mommy,
this is your pubic hair, so womanly." He then tucked her pubic hair into a magazine.

The female boss thought about the days she spent with her son, passionate and wanton. Looking at the boy before her,
her heart pounded, she touched her breasts, pinching her nipples.

Zhou, seeing this woman touching her breasts, trembled as he held his drink.

The female boss moved away, exposing her thighs. Her thighs were round, full, and firm.

She asked, "Do they look good?"

Zhou, staring at the female boss's thighs, felt a burning desire, but dared not speak.

She turned to Zhou and said, "Hmm? Touch it, this is a woman's thigh."

Zhou's hand trembled as he reached out and hurriedly touched it, saying, "Beautiful! Very firm."

"Your sister is a woman who does hard labor, her legs are strong." She looked at Zhou and repeated what she had already said:
"You know, I'm naked right now."

Zhou said softly, "How can that be, sister, you're wearing a bathrobe—"

The female boss chuckled softly, thinking: With me like this, breasts exposed and thighs bare, any man would be anxious, and
you're still pretending to be stupid. She kicked him: "I mean, I'm not wearing underwear." After saying that, the female boss pulled the bathrobe over...
She pulled up, revealing her inner thighs.

Zhou saw her there, a clear cleft, and dark pubic hair. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman
's genitals—a woman's vulva. His head exploded, his brain went numb, his eyes glazed over, and his tongue trembled as he hurriedly
said to the female boss, "Sister Wu, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault for not watching the house properly." The female boss covered her vulva with her hand
and said, "Xiao Zhou, this is watching the house." Then she covered her breasts with her hand and said, "This is guarding the house. I opened
the gate myself. It's not your fault. Ha-ha-ha—" She lifted her legs and clamped Zhou's legs together, laughing.

The female boss's wantonness drove Zhou crazy, and his penis was so hard it was about to burst through his shorts. He couldn't hold
back any longer and pulled the female boss's hand over, forcing her to cover his penis.

The female boss was very familiar with men, and she immediately grabbed Zhou's hard penis and said to him, "Little Zhou,
I only have one man, and I haven't seen him in a long time. I've even forgotten what a man's penis looks like. Let me see you." Upon hearing this, Zhou couldn't wait to pull down his shorts, and his penis stood erect in front of her

like an unyielding stick . The female boss was delighted to see the young penis. She exclaimed, "What a fine cock! It's the kind of thing a woman should have!" Hearing her praise, Zhou was incredibly excited. Watching her skillful hands caress his penis, he felt as if they were the hands of a queen or fairy. He was so glad he'd opened the restaurant door that night and met this unexpected woman, giving him an unprecedented experience. Otherwise, he'd still be alone at home, lonely and surfing the internet. Women are so wonderful! He felt so good being touched by the female boss that he almost lay down. The female boss wasn't completely naked at this point; only one breast and vulva were exposed. She didn't want to masturbate , making him ejaculate comfortably. A woman needs to attract a man to succeed. Reaching the pleasure she desired, she asked him, "Tell me, how many naked women have you seen?" He replied, "None! Not a single one." The female boss said, "Really? That's what men say to women. Now it's just the two of us, a lone man and woman. Do you want to see a completely naked woman?" He answered, "Yes! Sister Wu, I want to see you! See your whole body!" The female boss readily agreed, "Looking at me is the right thing to do, I guarantee you won't lose out. But don't just look at the post without replying, and secretly masturbate." Before Zhou could reply, the female boss stood up, turned around, untied her bathrobe, and threw it away: " Look , a naked woman!" It was the first time Zhou had seen a naked woman, even from behind. Her rounded shoulders, slender waist, and large buttocks made him unable to control himself. He couldn't help but sigh, "Oh my god—women are like this—" He knelt down, hugged her buttocks, and kissed them. The female boss was secretly delighted, letting him kiss her buttocks. After a while, she turned around, pulled his head up, and said, "Look at me from the front, this is what a real woman looks like." Zhou saw the female boss's two heavy, large breasts and erect nipples. He swallowed, wanting to suckle , but the female boss pressed his head down. She lifted one leg and put it on the sofa, saying to Zhou, "This is the center of a woman—the vagina!" "Ah—" He was surprised. The female boss's entrance was wide open, and he saw a woman's private parts. The vagina was like a flower blooming among fine down , the labia like petals of varying sizes, the clitoris like a bud—truly a beautiful place. He asked her foolishly, "Sister, are all women like this?" The female boss said, "Probably, all women's structures are the same, even your mother's, hers should be like this too." "Ah!" Zhou exclaimed, "I want to kiss you!" He hugged the female boss's leg and pressed his lips to her labia. It was the first time Zhou had ever touched a woman's body. He felt the woman's fragrance everywhere; his lips touched her labia, and even the vaginal fluids flowing from her vagina smelled sweet. He held the female boss's buttocks, kissing and licking her with abandon, his tongue even penetrating her vagina. The female boss gasped for breath, "Ah—ah—" from his kisses. She felt this boy's deep affection for her; he hadn't even kissed her lips before going straight to her genitals. She was moved; her labia and clitoris were being kissed and licked by Zhou, the exquisite sensation inside and out indescribable . She was excited, moaning like a young girl experiencing love for the first time: "Ah—ah—boy— boy—it feels so good—ah—ah—my pussy—ah—ah—" She cried out in pleasure, her whole body : "Ah—ah—I—can't take it—can't take it—I—I—" She collapsed onto the sofa, her body limp. Zhou climbed on top of her, his tongue entering her mouth, still smeared with the female boss's vaginal fluids. When two people, like dry tinder and burning passion, meet, all sense of propriety vanishes. Zhou, completely infatuated, gropes the female boss 's body. She rubs her vulva against his thigh, kicking her legs wildly as she babbles, "I'm a clean woman, I've never been with another man. We're already like this, do you want to—fuck me?" Zhou, pressing her breasts, says, "Yes, I want to so much—" She pulls Zhou up and deftly strips off his shirt like peeling an onion , immediately tries to have sex with her. The female boss grabs his penis, saying, "Don't rush—I'll let you enjoy a woman—" With that, the middle-aged, plump woman hugs Zhou tightly, her eyes shy like a coquettish young girl , her rounded body swaying tenderly, whispering, "You should have come to me a long time ago, so you could have a woman." Zhou looks down at the female boss, his penis pressed against her stomach. The female boss grasped Zhou's penis and said, "Hmph, you little bastard, even if I help you masturbate until you ejaculate, you won't have come all this way for nothing, right?" She lightly touched his chest with her nipples, then pressed her entire breast against his penis, rubbing from her chest down to his penis , her large, white breasts softly enveloping it. She lifted her breasts, and Zhou's penis was sometimes enveloped by her breasts, sometimes protruding, the protruding head like a slippery little ball. The female boss couldn't help but stick out her tongue, licking Zhou 's head until he trembled all over, "Mmm—mmm—ah—ah—" he cried out, baring his teeth. To make a man like this, it was a woman's skill. She released her breasts and took his penis into her mouth. Zhou was greatly stimulated now; her eloquent mouth could also offer him his penis, and he felt...

Trembling, panting heavily, he grabbed the female boss's hair, watching his penis being swallowed and spit out of her mouth,
slipping in and out smoothly. Her mouth was incredibly beautiful, her lips full of sensuality.

The female boss gave Zhou oral sex; she and her son had never done it, because she didn't like oral sex.

A woman leaving her hometown to struggle alone naturally harbors the hope of changing her fate. After all, she was a woman
of great beauty and a bit of cunning, and "bumps and bruises" with men were inevitable. In the beginning, when she was poor and powerless, her
mouth could still accommodate a few useful men. Later, when she had money and a foundation, her mouth only spoke.
Work relies on strength, success relies on words. A woman's mouth is omnipotent, and also a symbol of dignity. Being penetrated by a man's penis was
a disgrace; she would never give oral sex to a man again.

However, the female boss was particularly fond of Zhou, finding him clean, his naked body spotless.

Moreover, he had kissed her vulva; she should kiss this man, she should give him oral sex.

The female shop owner, struggling to squat, dragged her bathrobe over her knees and knelt naked
before a boy more than twenty years her junior. She willingly surrendered herself, embracing Zhou and licking his stomach with her red tongue,
each lick meticulously, her large breasts constantly brushing against his thighs and penis.

She felt herself becoming more and more like his woman. His penis, erect between her breasts,
hardened and throbbing, seemed to be displaying its power to her—a penis for which she was willing to offer her body.

She felt she was no longer the woman who had initially been attracted to him, nor the woman he had tried to
seduce From the moment she undressed, she was a woman who could have intercourse with him.

The shop owner wasn't inherently conservative; she believed that all women, regardless of their status, were
inferior —it was their destiny. Women were meant to serve men, and women whom men didn't want were truly miserable.

She cupped Zhou's penis in her hands, pressing it against her face. So young and adorable; this was something she should serve. She
became incredibly aroused by the penis, licking it thoroughly from the scrotum to the glans and the inside of her thighs
, leaving no spot untouched. Then she would swallow it whole, spit it out, and repeatedly suck the glans in one smooth motion. Each time she swallowed and spat it out, the female
boss would glance at Zhou's expression, as if asking with her eyes if he was satisfied.

Before, Zhou would feel shy when a woman was near him, and he would blush when he saw a woman's thighs. Although he was
young and lacked sexual experience, children today have many ways to obtain information
about sex—from books, the internet, and oral tradition. He also knew the term "oral sex."

He had just kissed the female boss's vulva, unconsciously giving her oral sex. Now, being given
oral sex by a woman was completely unexpected. He hadn't anticipated how skillful a woman's mouth and tongue were. As she swallowed him, his penis
felt the warmth of her mouth, and each lick of her tongue felt like a small snake crawling from the glans to his heart, making him
unbearably itchy.

He was panting heavily, grabbed the female boss's hair, and looked at her face, saying, "I want—I want—"

The female boss, being "experienced," understood his thoughts, but she still
asked him shyly, like a girl experiencing love for the first time, "Are you in a hurry? You want me to—?"

Zhou said, "But you've made me like this, how can I not be in a hurry?"

The female boss pressed Zhou's penis intimately against her face and said, "Sigh, this thing of yours, I ca
n't escape , horizontally, vertically, you want it all, right?"

Zhou looked at the woman... The boss, kneeling naked, bent down to touch her breasts, two smooth, round mounds of flesh.
He said to the female boss, "I know you're good to me, but I don't know how to be good to you. I feel you're
closer to me than my mother—"

The female boss looked up at Zhou, her gaze showing a kind of tenderness. She stuck out her tongue and licked from his scrotum to the glans,
then kissed it. "You're so naughty. I'm a woman, but this is the first time I've done this to a man. If you want,
just do it, honey—" After saying that, she closed her eyes and opened her lips towards Zhou's penis.

Zhou looked at this face. Before, she was serene and peaceful, making him want to look at her every day, far more than his own
mother. Now, she lowered her face to his genitals. Before, she was eloquent and quick-witted, always
talking to customers, but she didn't say much to Zhou, which often made him jealous. Now,
her lips were slightly parted, silently aimed at his penis. The silence here spoke louder than words, stirring his emotions
more powerfully .

This was a blessing others couldn't have. A strange itch seeped into Zhou's heart: This woman was so wonderful!

Zhou gently lifted the female boss's head, looking at her alluring face. His
glans rested on her lips, the purplish-red head facing her full, red lips, making her even more captivating.

The female boss's red lips parted slightly: "You came for nothing tonight, didn't you? You have a woman now."

These words stirred Zhou's heart; he felt this was love between a man and a woman. He said to the female boss, "I
love you! I love you!"

The female boss smiled at his glans: "You don't understand love. I love my man—"

Zhou felt jealous, convinced he was the one who truly loved her. He straightened his penis, parted her lips, and
thrust it into her mouth.

It was so stimulating! Zhou was incredibly excited, whispering, "I love you—love you—love you—love you
—love you—mmm—mmm—mmm—woman—mmm—woman—ah—woman—" The female boss was forced to keep her head down, her mouth being poked by his penis. She could only make nasal sounds

: "Aww—aww—aww—" They poked and prodded countless times, truly a pair of willing lovers. Zhou felt incredibly satisfied; it was his first time doing this with a woman, and he was doing it with this beautiful middle-aged woman's mouth, making him feel powerful, like a bigger man than her. He thrust deeper, each stroke reaching her throat. The female boss was being penetrated by Zhou, moaning incoherently , tears streaming down her face. The penetration was so deep that Zhou's penis was reaching her throat, robbing her of pleasure. Women can control ; a man thrusting so deep would make a woman feel nauseous. She grasped the base of his penis, controlling the depth. Zhou continued thrusting , making her body sway, her large breasts constantly brushing against his thighs. This boy, inexperienced with women, didn't understand the sensations of female sex; he only knew how to use force. The female boss: humming—humming—owing—owing—ah—ah—humming—humming—urgently cried out.

All the white flesh on his body was trembling. She thought to herself, "This boy is strong. He's penetrated so many times and hasn't ejaculated yet.
What man could do that? Probably not even his own son. He's like a fearless calf, the perfect source of sexual pleasure for middle-aged
women .

" The female boss spread her legs and grabbed Zhou's hand, placing it on her genitals. He touched her genitals; they
were warm and wet.

She pulled away from his penis, looking up at him and saying, "You're such a strong boy—big cock—so cute—brother
—dear brother—my pussy wants it so much—"

Zhou was stunned by the middle-aged woman calling him "brother." Excited, he bent down,
touching the female boss's body with one hand on her genitals and the other on her breasts: "Sister, dear sister, I love you!"

The female boss shook her head and said, "Don't love me. I'm old enough to be your mother, brother."

The young Zhou was delirious; he thought that sexual relations between men and women meant love: "I love you, I really love
you—"

The female boss got up and lay down on the sofa, spreading her body so that Zhou could freely touch her. She said to him:
"You're such a good brother, but your sister is old, has her own man and children, and isn't worth your love. She's just a
temporary you want to sleep with other women, come find her. She'll give you her body to use, to play with women—"

She called him "brother" and "sister" so affectionately. Looking at this naked middle-aged woman, Zhou felt
truly happy. He said, "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I can't love you."

The female boss stood up, pressed her naked body against him, and rubbed her breasts against his chest, saying softly
, "You're saying that again. We can't be together. I'm a middle-aged woman, with a man and a family. I
can't just abandon them and let people call me a bad woman. You'll have your own woman when you're younger. I
can be woman in this gap, have sex with you, satisfy your sexual needs. Isn't that enough for you? Don't be silly
, or you'll scare me."

The female boss grabbed his penis, her face showing the tenderness unique to middle-aged women: "You're so silly. I've already called you brother;
we're equals." "I've already tasted your cock, you've seen and touched my body. At this
point , the man is older than the woman, you're the brother, I'm the sister. Let me say it again, don't love me, I'm willing to be your temporary woman.

Brother, go and fuck my pussy."

Zhou climbed onto the female boss, his naked body pressed against hers. Her smooth skin gave him
an indescribable pleasure. Women are so good, he was so excited he didn't know what to say, but he still said, "
A naked woman, I love you naked."

The female boss chuckled, "You can do whatever you want with my wide-open pussy."

Zhou touched the female boss's wet vulva, his fingers first one, then two, then three, and inserted into her
vagina.

The female boss twisted her body and moaned, "Ah—you're really something—inserting—how many?"

Zhou said, "Three—"

The female boss whispered back, "Big—a woman's big cunt—brother—fuck me—big cock fuck cunt—
fuck this woman—I want to die—"

The female boss spread her thighs on the sofa, shamelessly exposing her genitals. Her sparsely haired
vulva, her dark red and black labia majora and minora parted, revealing a small black hole—a woman's vagina—below her vulva was
her tightly closed anus.

Zhou looked at the woman's genitals; how interesting a woman's thing was. He stroked the female boss's vulva down to
her anus , then spread her vulva open, positioning his penis against the sparsely haired opening, rubbing the glans against
her labia and clitoris. This made the female boss feel a surge of desire, and she tapped Zhou's back with her heel, moaning,
"Fuck me—brother—"

Zhou seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked, "I—I won't do this to your man, will I?"

His question startled the female boss, who thought: her son hadn't even thought of his father when he was with her,
yet this boy could think of her man; it was truly bizarre. She pretended to be angry and glared at him, saying, "How can you be so old-fashioned? You
're making fun of someone's unchaste woman while your penis is pressed against her vagina?"

Zhou wasn't old-fashioned at all; he was just playing with the female boss's vulva, and thinking that she was a middle-aged woman with a family, he blurted out the question
without thinking . Afraid of upsetting the female boss, he hurriedly said, "No, I like you!"

The female boss wiggled her buttocks, letting her vulva kiss Zhou's glans. She said, "I like you! Our
sexual organs are different, so there's attraction and need. When two sexual organs meet, who knows who they are?
Here, there's only male and female sex, no forbidden zones. So what if I have a husband? You're right at my door too.

As long as you like someone, sex doesn't distinguish between generations or personal circumstances. If you like someone, you satisfy and enjoy each other."

Zhou had known the female boss for over a year, and what she said to him tonight exceeded everything she'd said in that time. But
Zhou didn't agree with her sexual theories. As a university student, how could he not be discerning?
Yet his actions were completely at odds with his own ethical and moral beliefs.

He touched the female boss's body and said, "How can there be liking if we don't know each other? How
can there be sex if we don't like each other? Generations can't be messed up." Because he felt that he could like and even have sex with a woman of similar age to his mother
because there was no blood relation and therefore no generational relationship.

The female boss thought he was truly foolish, but foolishly endearing. As Zhou touched her breasts, his penis was still pressed against her
vulva . She said to him, "If you don't look at my face and only at my body, you won't know who I am, but you
'll know I'm a woman. If I were your mother or aunt, and you were having sex with me, you would be having sex with a woman's genitals, not
her social status, right?"

Zhou looked at the naked female boss and was speechless. He simply lifted her legs, thrust his hips forward, and his entire
penis plunged into her vagina, making her scream.

The female boss reached down and touched her vulva. His penis was inside her. She took a breath and said,
"It's all the way in. Having a woman is nice, right? Brother—fuck me—"

Zhou replied, "Mmm—it's so good to have a woman—I never thought I'd fuck you tonight—"

The female boss made Zhou look at her breasts, which she was lifting with her hands, and said breathlessly, "I'm a middle-aged woman—
you'll have your own woman someday—at that time—" She wiggled her hips, letting Zhou's penis
swirl inside her vagina, and continued, "Brother—my pussy—won't compete with your sister-in-law—right now
—I'm the woman you can use first—" She put on an innocent, girlish act.

Zhou, seeing the female boss's innocent, girlish act, felt very happy, having gotten a free...
A sister the same age as his mother—what a fun game!

He knelt on the sofa, lifting the female boss's large buttocks so his penis could penetrate deeper. He saw that the female
boss 's vulva was like a fleshy little well, surrounded by fine tufts of grass, filled with warm water.
The squeezing during his penetration and the evacuation during his withdrawal caused water to overflow, resulting in a splashing sound from their impact. This reminded him of what
his friends had said when he was seven or eight: "We all pee with our penises, but those women's vaginas are like pee holes.

" "Pee holes"—how boring! Back then, as a child, he didn't understand the function of male and female genitalia, only thinking it was a difference in how they
urinated . Later, as he grew older, he learned that male and female genitalia were different; they weren't just for urinating
. The allure of women always drew him in—their scent, their soft voices, their bodies. He longed to smell, hear, and see them,
especially the bodies and genitals of mature women. Now, the female boss had given him everything a woman could have, and
a truly mature, hairy vulva.

He felt this woman was incredibly beautiful, a truly wonderful woman. Each time his penis entered her vagina,
a surge of pleasure traveled from his glans to his heart. He breathed heavily, thrusting even harder into the female boss.

The female boss, aroused by Zhou, felt her flesh tremble and her heart churn with desire, moaning and groaning. She knew in her heart:
it's only beautiful when a man loves a woman.

True pleasure comes from the union of man and woman; the man can do it, the woman can moan, and their union is wonderful.

Zhou, young and strong, had the woman like a free-spirited colt, sending waves of pleasure
surging from her vagina to her heart, causing her to moan incessantly: "Ah-yo—ah-yo—ah-yo—brother—brother—ah-yo—ah-
yo—ah-yo—your sister—ah-yo—ah-yo—pussy—ah-yo—ah-yo—"

The female boss hadn't enjoyed a man's company in a long time. When she had sex with her son, she initially felt no sexual pleasure, only
thinking of her son and her pride as a mother. Later, she experienced pleasure through sexual union with her son. Today
was different. From the very beginning, she completely lowered herself. All she wanted was for a man to have sex with her. She was a middle-aged woman,
her cunt was old, but her flower could still bloom a few more times.

Beneath him, her hair disheveled, she cried out, "Ah-yo—hum—ah-yo—ya—oh—ya
—ah-yo—brother—brother—sister is happy—"

The female boss's arousal excited Zhou. He pressed down on the woman, kneading her breasts,
his penis repeatedly thrusting into her vagina: "Fuck—fuck you—ah—fuck your cunt—my woman—so
good—ah—woman—woman—sister—sister—I can't take it anymore—I'm about to cum—"

Hearing that he was about to cum, the female boss quickly stopped Zhou, making him pull out his penis, and they stood up together.

She looked at his thick penis, the glans red and covered in semen, but she dared not move, afraid that
even the slightest touch would cause him to ejaculate.

She pointed to the hotel lobby and said to him, "You can hold on, let's go to the dining table—"

Zhou was puzzled: "Why?"

The female owner said, "The sofa is for relaxation, but for a proper meal, you have to go to the dining table."

The female owner, naked, ran to turn on the stairwell lights and turned off the sofa light, saying,
"This light is too bright, people outside can see us."

The hotel windows had no curtains, so if it was too bright inside, it would be completely visible
outside. The sofa was in a corner of the corridor, out of sight.

Without the lights, the dining room was dim, and with the help of the streetlights outside, they could see rows of tables quietly
arranged. This was a contrast for Zhou; every time he came, the restaurant was bustling with people eating,
all dressed neatly. Now, it was just him and the female owner, both naked, and so quiet.

The female owner led Zhou around the rows of tables, and she said to him, "Was it
comfortable walking around naked?"

Zhou said, "Aren't you naked too?" He touched the female owner's breast.

The female boss took Zhou's penis in her hand and said, "This is my place. I often
wander around naked by myself. Today, I can finally take a man's penis with me."

She continued, "Brother, look, this is all my personal property. I want to leave
a souvenir of lovemaking at every table. Brother—dear brother—and sister together—playing with women—fucking—" She
suddenly hugged Zhou tightly, and the two embraced tightly. The moment their lips touched, the female boss's tongue entered his
mouth. Their tongues intertwined, their skin rubbed together, and they were like a long-separated couple, their embrace growing
tighter and tighter in the dimly lit hall. They both wanted to merge into each other's bodies.

The female boss led Zhou to table number one and said to him, "Let's start with table number one .
Remember it each time so you won't forget."

She squatted down, stuck out her tongue, and licked from Zhou's thigh to his penis. It's so good to have a man; her
feelings have changed. As she licked his thigh, she thought of his awkwardness when he first touched her thigh, and felt that she was
a woman who dared to think and act, truly passionate. "I'm licking it with my tongue, after all." She gave Zhou oral sex again, this time with
something that had just been pulled from her vagina—women have so many more things they can use than men.

Although the light was dim, Zhou saw the female boss's body, which appeared even whiter and more alluring. She was buried
between her thighs, mature, voluptuous, beautiful—what a stunning woman! It reminded him of her tenderness and care over the past year
; even his own mother couldn't compare.

Zhou, taking a deep breath, said to the female boss, "Oh my—" He exclaimed, "How wonderful it is to have a woman like you
—Sis—I like you so much!"

The female boss replied, "Brother, what you like is good, and I am your good thing."

She put the condiment box on the table to the ground, smoothed out the tablecloth, stood on tiptoe, sat on the table, and spread
her legs: "Brother—your sister is ready to be served—a woman's flesh is the most delicious feast in the world—fuck me—
brother—shoot your sperm into your sister—" She lay down, hooked her feet around Zhou's waist, and pulled him forward.

Zhou grabbed the female boss's ankles, lifted her hands, spread her legs wide, and turned her body around,
facing the streetlight. Her vulva was open and welcoming Zhou. He looked at the female boss on the table. Every time he saw her,
he felt her warmth, but he had never thought about her lower body. Now, she herself had placed her body on the table,
silently waiting for his penetration.

The female boss moaned softly, "Fuck—brother—my cunt—"

He thrust into her vagina, making a series of slapping sounds. He wondered how this woman could make him...
"It's done! This warm vulva and her gentle mouth will be a place I can come to often from now on.
" His heart pounded, and he kept moaning softly, "Woman—woman—woman—"

"Fuck me—brother—brother—don't stop—I want it—I've wanted you for so long—give it to

me—give it to me—" The female boss moaned softly at the dining table, her hair disheveled, her eyes slightly closed, her lips
murmuring .

She was feeling the subtle pleasure brought by the penis entering her vagina, these pleasures gradually accumulating in her heart,
giving birth to a greater orgasm that formed a huge wave, surging forth. "Don't stop—brother—don't stop—" The surging spring tide in the female
boss's heart was about to reach its peak. She pulled her buttocks inward, gripped the edge of the table, gritted her teeth and inhaled, using all her
strength to welcome the release of the orgasm.

Zhou's first time with a woman, and she could make the woman appear so infatuated. This woman's body
was truly vibrant and alive. Ah—his genitals held him captive. "Don't ejaculate—do it a little longer—
" Zhou tried to control himself, wanting to enjoy the woman more. He hoisted the female boss's legs onto his shoulders,
his hands reaching forward to touch her breasts, kneading her large breasts while his penis pounded against her vulva. "Maybe this is what it means to play
with a woman?" he thought.

The female boss had offered her body, and the reward for that offering was shamelessness and a desire for intimacy. She kept raising her buttocks and tightening
her labia, compressing the space for his penis to penetrate. Friction, friction is what creates sparks.

"You're fucking me—man—you're fucking me—brother—man—my brother—ah—ah—

sister—sister—sister—I—I—I—I—" she cried out, her legs
tightening around Zhou's waist. She climaxed, a gush of fluid flowing down her body. She felt her whole body go limp, even her pelvis
collapsed, surrendering to the man.

Zhou was aroused by her cries, and with her legs tightly wrapped around him, his penis inside her vagina, he
couldn't control himself and ejaculated, all his semen shooting into the female boss's vagina.

The female boss lay sprawled out, feeling Zhou... The classmate's semen shot powerfully into her
uterus. Her vagina tightened, and she orgasmed. Few women experience this feeling, and even if she were pregnant with his child, she would willingly accept it.

She hugged Zhou, saying, "You ejaculated, all of it inside me. Do you want to be a father?"

Zhou hadn't considered this question. He asked the female boss, "Were you comfortable?"

The female boss replied, "Of course, comfortable! Brother, women at the dinner table are delicious."

Zhou said, "Yes, sister, unimaginably delicious." He pulled the female boss into his arms
and patted her buttocks.

The female boss whispered, "Brother, if we don't develop a romantic relationship, would you dare slap my buttocks?"

Zhou replied, "No." "

Buttocks are also a woman's dignity." Between the female boss's thighs, there was a pool of her and
Zhou's vaginal fluid; she thought she should wash it. She said to Zhou, "Look how many babies have come out of here,
it's such a pity. It's too late, we should wash up and go to bed, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhou got hard again and said, "I want to—"

The female boss looked at his erect penis and said, "You're fast, you're still young. My husband can't keep up,
you got the better of me. Wash up and go to bed, I'll let you have another go."

Zhou looked at the dining table: "Should we clean up?"

"It's dark, let's do it tomorrow. If I don't open the door, no one can come in, no one will know."

The female boss and Zhou took a shower and went to bed. The female boss told Zhou, "This bed has never been with a man before. Now that
you're here, I'm a new bride, brother."

They made love again in bed. The next day, the female boss dragged her exhausted body, cleaned the hall,
gave her employees instructions, and went back to bed. She didn't get up until the afternoon before getting up with Zhou. Zhou wanted to
go downstairs with her to tidy up the lobby, but the female owner wouldn't let him. She told him, "Don't go. Our affair is something we should
keep to ourselves; it's something we can't share with others."

Finding a quiet moment, the female owner escorted Zhou out through the back door. She specifically instructed him,
"We have to keep our affair a secret. If others find out, I won't be your woman anymore."

Zhou understood their relationship perfectly; it was delicate and couldn't be revealed to anyone, otherwise, it wouldn't last.

He promised to act as before.

After that, Zhou still came to eat during the day as usual, and the female owner still set prices and took his orders, rarely
speaking to him. Only at night would they arrange to meet—one would arrive secretly, and the other would wait happily. Then, they would be together in the same
room, sharing desire at each table. Occasionally, Zhou would even stay overnight at the female owner's place.

[The End]

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