Mother of a kindergarten classmate

My child has been in kindergarten for a while now, and I pick him up and drop him off whenever I have free time. As a seasoned "wolf," I inevitably scan every slightly pursed young woman. Coincidentally, one of the women I'm interested in has a child in the same class as my child, which makes it easier for me to observe her and even strike up a conversation. Even more conveniently, our children are good friends.
Every day after school, I chat with her for a bit and steal glances at her different outfits each day. Actually, she's not particularly beautiful; she's about 1.65 meters tall, in her early thirties, and rather thin. However, from her casual pants, you can see her round, perky buttocks and long, straight legs. After getting to know her better, I've learned a bit about her situation: married for six or seven years, her husband runs a business, and she quit her accounting job to stay home and take care of the children. They're also planning to have a second child.
But enough is enough. Half a year has passed; spring has arrived, the willows are turning green, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. For the past six months, I've been planning how to get inside her, but I haven't had the opportunity, and I don't know if she'd be receptive. However, opportunity always favors the prepared.
One Friday, after school, I chatted with her as usual. The two children were chasing and playing together, and just as they were about to part ways to go home, my child insisted on inviting her child to my house. The longing in their eyes made it hard for us to refuse, and at that moment, I was overjoyed. Regardless of whether I could win her over, at least it was an opportunity. After some persuasion from both my child and me, she agreed to bring her child to my house on Saturday.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to start preparing for Saturday. It was really just buying some groceries, snacks for the children, and cleaning the house, but my inner thoughts were much busier than my outward appearance.
After breakfast on Saturday, she and her child arrived at my house as agreed. Because it was the weekend, she was dressed more casually, wearing loose sweatpants, a thin sweater, and a cotton jacket. As soon as they entered the house, the two children started jumping around non-stop, playing with toys and watching cartoons. They left us two standing to the side, which was exactly the situation I wanted. We chatted and drank tea. I secretly observed her; she wore light makeup, her hair was freshly washed, and a gentle breeze carried its fragrance. Her small but firm breasts, accentuated by her sweater, were a sight to behold, and her casual trousers outlined the alluring curves of her legs and hips.
As lunchtime approached, she wanted to take the children home, but I pleaded with her to stay, as the two kids hadn't had enough fun and didn't want to be separated. After some back and forth, she agreed to stay for lunch. This was my chance! I dashed into the kitchen and quickly prepared four dishes. She kept praising my cooking, saying that she was the one who cooked at home, sometimes busy all day only to find her husband still not home for dinner. So, she usually only cooked for the children, rarely eating a proper meal herself. I thought to myself, this woman must also be lacking in affection; loneliness was a constant companion. Just think, what else could a woman do after all the housework? She simply longed for the love her husband would bring when he came home, but this love wasn't always available, so loneliness was the main theme of her life.
After dinner, we jostled to clear the dishes, fighting over who would wash them in my long, narrow kitchen. In the end, she got her wish and won the right to wash the dishes, which was exactly what I wanted. My kitchen was indeed cramped, barely wide enough for two people to pass sideways, and the sink was very close to the stove and the cupboard where the dishes were kept. She was busy with her back to me, and I pretended to tidy up, observing her closely from behind. Washing dishes required a slight lean, which allowed me to see her slender waist and the shape of her buttocks protruding from her pants. Through her trousers, I could see the edge of her underwear, which looked very tight and small, probably just enough to cover her small, pert buttocks, and just enough to cover her pubic hair in the front.
I squatted behind her, pretending to tidy up the cupboard, my head no more than ten centimeters away from her buttocks. I could even feel my breath warming her round buttocks through her pants when I turned my head. Although there was no sound in the kitchen, the lewd and ambiguous atmosphere was steadily rising. My eyes never lingered on her back, and she seemed to sense my gaze, washing the dishes with extra care, as if enjoying the ambiguous moment. She spent a full ten minutes washing the dishes. After setting them down, she prepared to leave the kitchen, and I quickly stood up and stepped aside to let her pass. She turned sideways, her back to me, and as we passed, my erect penis brushed against her shapely buttocks through her clothes. The sensation was: tight, firm, and slippery. She felt the intrusion from my buttocks, but after a brief moment, she left the kitchen. In the living room, she glanced back at me, still in the same position, and noticed the bulge in my crotch under my pajamas. The
two children continued playing. She wanted to take them home, but the children, engrossed in their play, refused to leave. So we continued our morning routine, drinking tea and chatting. After a while, I excused myself to go to the study to work, while she played on her phone alone on the sofa. About half an hour later, I saw her slumped on the sofa, asleep. So I quietly went to the living room to let the two children take a nap, but the two little ones were full of energy and, despite running around in sweat, showed no signs of sleepiness. I had to resort to my ultimate weapon: I found an animated movie that all children love and made the little ones sit on the sofa without moving, watching the cartoon attentively like
they were in kindergarten. Whoever stayed still the best would get a chocolate reward. After settling the children in, I returned to the study to secretly observe the living room. Half an hour later, the two children were asleep on the sofa, and my plan could finally begin. I went to the bedroom and got two small blankets, covered the children with them, and then gently draped them over her. She was still fast asleep, without any reaction. It seemed she was exhausted last night, or perhaps she had been passionately with her husband until late, fantasizing about what she would look like under a man. My penis became erect again, and impulse overcame reason. I stood in front of her without leaving, carefully examining her appearance. She was leaning against the sofa, her head resting on her hands, sleeping peacefully. Afraid that she was too uncomfortable sleeping like that, I boldly reached out and moved her legs, wanting her to lie more comfortably on the sofa. My hands touched her legs; they were long and supple. Even when I placed them on the sofa, she didn't react. So I sat down beside her feet, gently stroking her calves and playing with her feet. Even with the lightest touch, any sleeping woman would have felt it, but she remained in her sleeping position, showing no reaction. I continued boldly, moving from her calves to her thighs, stroking the outer edge of her buttocks, my entire front almost resting on her legs. Just as I was about to move towards her lower abdomen, a hand from under the covers suddenly grabbed mine. Startled, I quickly looked up. She was still in the same sleeping position, but the hand under the covers told me she wasn't asleep. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held on tightly, refusing to let me move or make any other movement.
I looked up at her in surprise; her bright eyes were fixed on me. Neither of us spoke, but I didn't know her reaction to my actions. After a moment of eye contact, she released my hand and slid down onto the sofa. Only a fool wouldn't know what to do in this situation. I simply leaned down and stroked her legs under the covers, occasionally brushing against the bulging cleft between her thighs through her pants. She still didn't speak, only tightening her legs around her pants and beginning to gently twist her body. I slipped my hand inside her sweater, feeling its smooth texture. Her flat stomach, unaffected by childbirth, felt round and full. Moving upwards, I grasped her bra, and she grabbed my hands with both of them. I whispered in her ear, "Let me touch you." Ignoring her reaction, I took her earlobe into my mouth, my tongue swirling inside like a penis.
My actions aroused her; her hands gradually loosened, and she made faint sounds, her breathing becoming faster. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I slipped my hand inside her bra and grasped her breast. Her breasts weren't large, an A cup, just like the ancient description of breasts: "A handful of delicate flesh, lotus-colored and pepper-colored." Although not large, they hadn't lost their elasticity from breastfeeding, and the small nipples were a light black. I withdrew my tongue and moved to her nipples, sucking, biting, licking, and licking—after a routine of movements, her moans were clearly audible. Realizing she was aroused, I climbed on top of her, my tongue entering her mouth, and we became entangled. My throbbing penis rubbed against her crotch through my pants, and she responded passionately to my intrusion, her hands caressing my back and intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my buttocks.
Desire took hold, and reason vanished. I stood up and grabbed her, her arms around my neck as she passionately kissed my lips. I carried her to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. With the fastest speed I'd ever used, I stripped off my outer clothes, leaving only my underwear, and pounced on her. Our tongues roamed over each other's bodies. I pushed her bra and coat up to her neck, exposing her breasts to my tongue's assault. While licking her breasts, my hands pulled down her pants and underwear. Her pubic hair was sparse, and her vulva was pink and plump, clearly indicating she wasn't very sexually active. A few drops of vaginal fluid slowly seeped from her slit, and I took her vulva into my mouth, my hands grasping her nipples. She was completely aroused, her moans and cries filling my ears like the most beautiful symphony, fueling my lingering passion.
"I want it, give it to me, I can't take it anymore," she moaned, calling out to me.
"What do you want?" I asked, licking her vulva as I spoke.
"You know, I can't take it anymore."
I got up and pressed myself against her, continuing to kiss her. My penis rubbed incessantly between her legs, and she unconsciously opened her legs, wanting my penis to enter her beautiful hole. My penis rubbed against the entrance, hesitant to enter. She got impatient and reached out to grab my penis herself. Her small, cool hand relieved the tension in my swollen penis. "So big." This was her first exclamation when she grasped my penis. She grabbed my penis and tried to push it into her hole, even raising her body slightly to lean towards it. It would be too disrespectful not to go in at this point. I thrust my hips down and plunged into her secret garden. Her hole was tight and wet. Every thrust of my penis felt like being gripped by countless small hands, or like moving forward in a road filled with sticky fluid. Every thrust of mine was met with her seductive moans.
"So big, so comfortable."
"You're making me feel so good."
"I want it, I want a big cock to fuck me."
I never expected that this woman, so dignified and beautiful on the outside, would be so lewd in bed. Every time I penetrated her, it went all the way in, and every time I pulled out, it separated us completely. This action made her feel like she was in heaven. After a while, I lay down on the bed, and she rolled over and sat on top of me, guiding my cock in herself, twisting her body up and down and back and forth. I held her bouncing breasts with both hands, excited by her dazed eyes and charming features. After a while, she was probably tired, so she pulled out herself and leaned down to take my cock in her mouth. Such a wonderful little mouth, no teeth, tightly gripping my cock, her tongue teasing the glans in her mouth. Passing through the gate of her little mouth, the emptiness inside her mouth felt like my cock entering a warm and gentle paradise, indescribably wonderful.
After licking my cock for a while, I gestured for her to lie on the bed, and came behind her. I first carefully observed the curves of her back. A round, firm buttocks paired with a slender waist, long, beautiful legs, and a pink vulva dripping with lustful fluids—the word "stunner" was the first thing that popped into my mind. Without further thought, the woman was already impatient. I thrust in, the base of my penis slamming against her fleshy buttocks, each thrust eliciting a moan from her. My hands gripped her buttocks tightly, my fingers digging into her flesh, becoming one with her body. Her moans grew louder and more wanton, constantly shouting, "Fuck me, harder!" "So good!" "I'm so horny."
Seeing her lost in her wantonness, I slapped her buttocks hard. She cried out in pain, but the pleasure quickly turned the sound into a moan. And so, her snow-white buttocks were covered in red welts from my slapping, and she enjoyed this brutal intercourse, her buttocks twisting and thrusting back, allowing me to penetrate even deeper. By this time, I was almost losing control. I squeezed her buttocks hard, spreading her buttocks as wide as possible, and thrust my penis in and out forcefully. After a few dozen more thrusts, a wave of tingling sensation washed over my glans, and streams of semen shot into her vagina. Each ejaculation caused her body to tremble. After a dozen or so thrusts, she collapsed onto the bed, and I, exhausted, lay on her back. For five or six minutes, neither of us spoke, just panting and lying quietly.
After resting, she got up and looked shyly at the mixture of bodily fluids spilling onto the sheets, exclaiming, "So much!" I said smugly, "I knew you were coming, so I saved it especially for you." She shyly punched me, then got up, wiped her genitals clean with a tissue, and quickly put on her clothes. Seeing me still lying on the bed, my limp penis slumped against my lower abdomen, she bent down and took it into her mouth, cleaning up the remaining semen with her small mouth.
"Get up quickly, it'll be troublesome if the child sees this," she said, pushing me.
"So what if the kids see? They'll just say we're fighting." I said, stroking her bottom through her clothes.
"Who fights naked? You bad boy, get up!"
Urged on by her, I got up and dressed. We went to the sofa; the two children were still fast asleep. I sat down and let her sit on my lap, my hand slipping inside her clothes to caress her breasts.
"Do you know I'm going to do it with you today?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but after dinner, I felt something was going to happen." She answered shyly.
"So, do you want something to happen?"
"I want it, but I also don't."
"Why are you so conflicted?"
"This is the first time I've done it with a man other than my husband since we got married. I don't want to because I feel guilty towards my husband, but I do want to because I kind of like you, and my husband often doesn't satisfy me, so I have to masturbate at home. I want you to give it to me."
"Tell me anytime you want to, and I'll satisfy you." I said, squeezing her breasts tightly.
"You bad boy, I won't go to you. You're not as good as my vibrator." She deliberately teased me.
"Even with a vibrator, you're still moaning so horribly." I said, reaching between her legs and pressing hard on her vulva. We played around like that for a while, then, seeing it was about time, we stood up and fixed our makeup. Soon the children woke up, and she took them and said goodbye to go home. As I saw her off at the door, I took the opportunity to pinch her butt again. She turned back and gave me a flirtatious wink before drifting away with the children.

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