Let me tell you an old story about my landlady.

This happened ten years ago.
I had just started working and was sent to a factory in another city for training. The dormitory conditions weren't good, but the company treated us recent college graduates quite well; they didn't let us live with the workers, but rented us a few rooms in a village near the factory. The landlady was an auntie, around forty years old, fair-skinned and plump, fairly good-looking, and well-maintained. She had a good temper too. Although we lived in the front and back yards, we young people sometimes came home late, and she didn't mind, letting us do whatever we wanted.
There was no water heater in the front yard, so it was okay in the summer, but miserable in the winter. So, when we needed to shower in the winter, we told the landlady we wanted to shower in the back yard, and she agreed. However, sometimes she would leave a little bit of underwear in the bathroom, which filled us, the hormone-fueled young men with nowhere to release our pent-up desires, with all sorts of fantasies. After this happened a few times, I started observing the landlady's clothing and discovered that unless she went out, she basically didn't wear much at home in winter. In Northeast China, there's central heating, so the house is quite warm. Twice, through the neckline of my aunt's baggy clothes, I caught a glimpse of her breasts—she wasn't wearing a bra, and they were swaying right in front of me. Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, it excited me immensely. I hadn't intended to take it any further, until one day before the Spring Festival.
There were still five days until the holiday; the other guys had gone back to headquarters, and I stayed behind to handle some aftermath. That night, lying in bed unable to sleep, I casually turned on my computer and watched some porn, which only made it harder to fall asleep. For some reason, I started thinking about my aunt's large breasts. The more I thought about it, the more unbearable it became. Plus, her husband wasn't home; I'd heard he'd gone out to collect debts. So, almost without thinking, I grabbed my bathroom supplies and ran to the backyard. It was almost ten o'clock, but the light in my aunt's room wasn't off. I mustered my courage and knocked on the door, saying I wanted to take a shower. My aunt complained that it was so late, but I said I was too busy and didn't have time. She let me in. Once inside the bathroom, I deliberately didn't close the door completely, leaving a crack, and started showering. I said I was taking a bath, but really I just wanted to show off to her. They say women in their forties are like tigers, and her husband was much older than her, so I figured his sexual prowess wasn't great. I wanted to seduce her. I washed and masturbated until I got an erection, then circled it in front of the crack in the door, showing it off. But instead of the expected door opening and arousal, the auntie started washing clothes in the bathroom. Seeing I had no chance, I quickly dried myself and was about to put on my clothes and leave. But then I peeked through the crack in the door, and what I saw stunned me.
The auntie was sitting on a small stool washing clothes, and her nightgown was so low-cut, half her breasts were exposed. Even worse, between her widely parted legs, there was no underwear, her plump, swollen vulva was bulging, and I could vaguely see a slightly open slit. In an instant, I understood—the auntie had the same idea as me. So without hesitation, after a moment's thought, I called out to the door, "Auntie, why isn't the tap running?" The aunt stopped washing clothes when she heard me. "Why isn't the water running?" she asked. I said I didn't know, the water stopped before I finished washing. She said, "That can't be!" Without hesitation, I wrapped a scarf around my neck and opened the door to let her in. She stared at me, almost naked, for a moment, then got up and came in without saying anything. She tested the showerhead and found the water was working, saying, "The showerhead isn't broken, why isn't it working?" I grabbed her voluptuous body from behind, kneading her large breasts while removing the towel, and thrust my penis into her large buttocks. "Auntie, this showerhead is broken," I said, and even thrust a few times. She let out a soft cry, grabbed my hands, and said, "Little T, what are you doing? Let go!" Of course, I couldn't let go. While spouting nonsense about how I'd liked her for a long time, I pressed her against the sink, slid my erect penis along her wet, slippery vulva a few times, and then thrust it inside.
That's how mature women are; once penetrated, they surrender. I won't go into details about what happened after that, but it was basically all about different positions and sex. My aunt was incredibly cooperative, and I gave it my all, going at it until dawn. That was the first time I felt truly powerless.
After that, I stayed in another city for less than six months, and we had sex almost every opportunity. We were incredibly compatible, practically soulmates. Later, I learned that my aunt had been quite the womanizer in her youth, having many boyfriends, but she got older and stopped having sex, marrying her current husband. I asked her why I was so easy to get aroused that night. She said I looked like her first love, but I don't know if that's true. Also, that night happened to be her ovulation period; she was masturbating in discomfort when I came to her. With her, I learned many positions, and she was very gentle, able to satisfy all a young man's fantasies and desires. My first deep-throat ejaculation was also with her.

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