Me back then—that year's mature woman complex

Looking back now, the memory is still so clear and vivid. They say time heals all wounds, and although twenty years have passed (1998), this person and this event remain indelibly clear to me. So many years have passed, yet I still can't forget them.
That autumn, I graduated from vocational school and was assigned to an internship at a company. Those who did well could stay and work, while those who didn't had to go home. Like the other trainees, I hoped to be assigned to a good work group or learn from a good mentor. There were thirteen of us trainees, and everyone else was taken by their respective mentors, until finally only one other person and I were left. Later, another mentor came, but didn't take us seriously. With no other option, the teacher in charge of assigning us went to talk to the company leaders again to see if we could all be assigned. And so, thanks to our teacher's efforts, we got mentors at the company. What I want to talk about is my internship mentor at the company.
My mentor was a woman, while most of the other trainees' mentors were men or younger. This might have given us more common topics to discuss, but my mentor was a woman in her late forties. I can't even describe how disheartened I felt at that time.
I tried my best to be diligent and attentive to tasks. Over time, I realized my mentor was quite kind and dedicated to teaching me. I used to have some reservations about her, mistakenly believing that female mentors couldn't teach well. Now, I realize that was unnecessary.
One day, when I came back from getting lunch for my mentor, I noticed she looked unwell. I thought I had done something wrong, but I didn't dare ask, thinking it was pointless to cause trouble. After lunch, my mentor called me over and said, "After you finish work this afternoon, I have a task for you." I agreed. She said, "You have a senior classmate who's on maternity leave. I've been busy with family matters and haven't had time to visit her. She gave birth three months ago. Go see her for me. Your senior is a good girl, just has a tough life. Give her this money when you go." I took the 500 yuan from my mentor and promised to complete the task.
After finishing my work that afternoon, I rode my bike to the address my mentor had given me (my senior's house). On the way here, I bought some fruit and milk for this senior I'd never met before. A short while later, I arrived at her building. I went straight upstairs and knocked on her door. Footsteps sounded inside, then the door opened. I looked up and froze for about five seconds—she was so sexy and alluring! She said happily, "What are you standing there for? Come in!" I followed her inside. She explained that she'd received a call from her mentor, who was too busy to come, so she asked me to visit her on his behalf. I became her junior. Let me introduce my senior: she was 29 years old that year, young but already divorced. Her first husband was a taxi driver. They were married for two years when he died in a car accident while driving a night shift. She was pregnant at the time and became a widow. After her husband's death, she had an abortion. Three years later, someone introduced her to her current husband, a long-distance truck driver for a logistics company. He was often away on the road for ten days to half a month at a time. My senior had a hard life; she was raised by her aunt from a young age, and her parents died early. My mentor felt sorry for her. I observed my senior carefully; she was neither fat nor thin, and although she wasn't tall, her breasts were quite large. She didn't wear a bra at home, but if she did, it would be even more impressive. Through these interactions, my senior and I got to know each other and quickly became close.
Two months later, my senior returned to work. One day, my mentor took my senior and me to a repair shop. During the work, it started raining heavily, so we had to stop for a while and wait for the rain to stop. It was almost noon, and my mentor said he was going to buy some lunch and also look at suitable mountain bikes for his child. He said, "You and your sister can stay in the repair tent and check them out after the rain stops. I'm going out for a bit, but I'll be back before I finish work. Don't leave after you're done; wait here for me." After saying that, the instructor left with his umbrella. I watched him walk away from the tent entrance, lit a cigarette, hummed a little tune, and lazily leaned back in the chair by the door. After finishing the cigarette, I felt a little sleepy and was just about to take a nap when I heard a faint groan. It wasn't loud, and although it was accompanied by the sound of rain, the groaning was still very clear to my ears. I turned around to look, but before I could see clearly, my senior said, "Don't turn around, turn your head away, don't look." I had no choice but to obediently turn back and continue looking outside.
After a while, my senior finally spoke, "That's enough, you don't need to keep looking at the door." I turned back and asked, "What happened? What was wrong with you just now?" My senior said, "Nothing, don't ask." I said that was impossible; I heard her groaning. My senior said, "I had some breast engorgement, and I expressed some with my hand, otherwise it would be painful and my milk would dry up." I asked my sister, "Is pumping really that painful? You were groaning for ages, and it took you so long to finish?" She ignored me. She was engrossed in looking at the baby's picture. I then sat down next to her and asked, "Who does the baby look like?" She said, "Look who he looks like." I chuckled and said, "He looks like me, so much like me!" She said, "You're so annoying, you little rascal!" I asked again, "Sister, you said you were pumping, where's the milk you expressed? I didn't see it." She said, "Why would I let you see it? Do you want me to drink it?" I nodded, chuckling, and said, "Okay, I'll drink it if there's any. Your son can drink first, and I can drink what he can't finish." She said, "Go away, go away, go away, you'll drink your wife's milk later." I said, "I don't have a wife, why don't you introduce me to one?" She smiled and asked, "What kind of wife do you like?" I casually groped my sister's large breasts and said, "I like women like you, big breasts and lots of milk." She pushed me away and said, "Annoying, don't touch me like that." I said, "Sis! I'm serious, I like women like you." As I spoke, I squeezed her breasts again. She said, "Are you kidding me, you pervert?" I said, "I like women with big breasts like you, I felt something the moment I saw you." She laughed and asked, "What did you feel when you first saw me?" I mischievously said, "I wanted to touch you, to kiss you." She laughed and said, "You're so naughty at such a young age, wanting to touch women?" I huffed and said, "Who's young? I'm a man, look!" At that moment, my crotch stood up. My sister covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "You're a man? You can get an erection, but your pubic hair isn't fully grown yet." She laughed again after saying that. I was so angry! What did she mean by "my pubic hair isn't fully grown"? I thought to myself, "Do you even know what pubic hair means?" I stood up angrily, pulled out my penis, and said to my sister, "Look at yourself, this is a man, not someone with pubic hair." After saying that, I was already a little annoyed. Seeing my reaction, my sister laughed even harder, even letting out a laugh. Seeing her like that, I thought, "Let's see how I deal with you."
I had it all planned out: I'd wave my erect penis in front of her, showing her what a real man is, and then give her a hard grab on her breasts. After that, I'd turn and run, and she wouldn't be able to catch me. I'd make her furious. Thinking this, I stood in front of her. She was sitting in a chair, and I was standing in front of her. I had just shaken my penis a couple of times, and hadn't even touched her breasts yet, when she suddenly grabbed it with her hand. I thought, "If she pinches me, it'll hurt like hell!" I immediately begged for mercy, "Sister, sister, I won't do it again, I won't do it again. Let me go." My sister said, "Don't move, or I'll rip it off." I had no choice but to stay still and look at my sister. My sister held my hard penis in her hand, stroking it up and down a few times. Then, she lowered her head slightly and took it into her mouth... Oh... The feeling was indescribable. It was the first time in my life I'd ever received oral sex like that. The sensation made my whole body tense, my scalp tingled, and my legs taut. I didn't dare look down to see how she was sucking. I gritted my teeth while enjoying it. I guess it only lasted two minutes before I felt like I needed to pee, and I tried to pull away. My sister wouldn't let me. She held my penis with one hand and grabbed my buttocks from behind with the other, licking and sucking incessantly, with increasing force... I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated... Slowly, little by little. My sister didn't seem to be stopping. She continued to lick and suck until it was completely clean before letting me out. My sister ate it all, and even showed me her mouth. While I was touched, I heard her say, "Now you're a man."
This is how my first time in life began. She—my senior, a woman nine years older than me.

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