Time flies, and the college entrance examination will soon be over.
Because we had arranged to go to the beach together with Su Wantang's family, Su Wantang messaged me asking me to go with her to buy swimsuits.
The mall's air conditioning was on full blast; when the glass doors were pushed open, a gust of hot air was brought in, only to be instantly sucked away.
I spotted Su Wantang standing under the bright lights at a glance, and next to her was the figure that made my blood rush to my stomach—Aunt Lin.
Su Wantang wore a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts. At 172 cm tall, with a swan-like neck and supple waistline, her figure was subtly visible even under the loose clothing.
She was looking down at her phone, her long eyelashes drooping, her profile cool and aloof.
But when she looked up and saw me, her aloofness melted away instantly, her eyes crinkled into crescents, and she jogged over: "Silence! What are you dawdling for!"
My gaze, however, was drawn to the woman behind her, as if by a magnet.
Aunt Lin wasn't wearing her usual cheongsam today. Instead, she wore a beige linen V-neck top with matching wide-leg pants, looking as gentle and graceful as a traditional Chinese ink painting.
But the fabric couldn't contain her mature, voluptuous figure at all. Her full E-cup breasts were about to spill out from under her neckline. Although her waist wasn't as slender as her daughter's, it had the soft, inviting curves unique to mature women.
Her hair was loosely tied up, with a jade hairpin inserted at an angle.
My gaze is too hot, too naked.
Aunt Lin clearly sensed it; she turned slightly to avoid my direct gaze, but a thin blush uncontrollably rose on her cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears.
She raised her hand to gather the stray hairs that weren't actually at her temples, her fingertips trembling slightly. Then she gave me a reproachful glare, her eyes glistening with tears, carrying a long-dormant resentment and a hint of barely perceptible longing, silently warning me to restrain myself.
"Mom said she wanted to buy a new one too, so she came along." Su Wantang, oblivious to everything, naturally took my arm and pulled her mother along, "Come on, come on, the store inside has the most styles!"
The swimwear store was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the mixed scents of new fabrics and fragrances.
The walls and shelves were covered with colorful swimsuits. The bikinis had very little fabric, the one-piece swimsuits outlined the curves of the plastic mannequins, and the two-piece swimsuits displayed all sorts of fancy patterns.
The soft background music couldn't drown out the whispers of other customers and the enthusiastic greetings from the staff.
With a clear goal in mind, Su Wantang headed straight for those styles that were designed to showcase her ballerina figure to the fullest extent. She picked up a high-cut one-piece swimsuit, dark blue, with crisscross straps at the back.
"How about this one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
Aunt Lin walked to the other side, her fingers brushing over several relatively conservative one-piece swimsuits or two-piece swimsuits with cover-ups, and replied gently, "Hmm, you can try them on first."
Her gaze swept over me seemingly casually, hooked, before quickly dropping back down.
The mother and daughter each picked out a few items. Aunt Lin and Su Wantang, carrying the selected items, pulled open the curtain of a fitting room and went inside. The curtain swayed and closed.
Not long after, the shop assistant was stopped and questioned by another mother and daughter.
The opportunity is fleeting.
Almost simultaneously, my body moved.
He took two steps to the door of the fitting room next door, hooked his fingers on the edge of the curtain, pulled it sharply to the side, squeezed in, and pulled the curtain shut to block out the bright light and faint voices from outside.
The small space was instantly filled with the rich, unique fragrance of a mature woman, carrying the warm sweetness of shower gel and a hint of secretive, passionate scent.
Aunt Lin stood in the center of the fitting room, completely naked.
The lights shone down from above, outlining her naked body.
The long-awaited visual impact took my breath away.
Her E-cup breasts were surprisingly full, hanging heavily on her chest. The areolas at the tips were a deep red like ripe berries, and the two nipples were already hard and engorged with blood, like ripe cherries, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing.
Although her waist wasn't as slender as a young girl's, it had a full and soft curve. Her lower abdomen was flat, with a slightly raised, alluring curve. Her skin was a delicate ivory white, gleaming with a warm glow under the light.
Looking down, between her legs, beneath the neatly trimmed dark pubic hair, two thick, full, deep red labia were slightly turned outwards, glistening wetly, with clear nectar slowly seeping from the slit in the middle, silently telling of her body's desire.
She was clearly taken aback by my audacity in barging in, and she trembled with shock, quickly covering her mouth with both hands to stifle the scream that was about to escape her lips.
Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened, filled with panic, shame, and a burning desire that ignited instantly and almost consumed reason.
"You...!" She only managed to utter a single breath.
I didn't give her a chance to speak. My crotch was already aching from being pressed so hard.
The belt buckle snapped open with a "click," the zipper was roughly ripped off, and the thick, engorged penis, already swollen to its limit, sprang out with a "pop." The purplish-red glans was erect, and the veiny shaft exuded scalding heat and a strong masculine aura, with pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip in viscous strands.
The moment Aunt Lin's gaze fell upon the murder weapon, all her struggles and shame were instantly overwhelmed by an even more surging desire.
She let out a muffled whimper, her eyes instantly becoming misty and veiled with tears.
She obediently, even with a hint of urgency, squatted down, her soft hands first supporting my heavy scrotum, gently kneading it, and then without hesitation, she opened her rosy lips and took my large, hot glans into her mouth!
"Hmm..." she sighed contentedly, her words muffled.
Warm, moist, and tight! Her mouth felt like the finest velvet, instantly enveloping my most sensitive areas.
Her tongue was incredibly agile, with a seasoned skill. She first licked and circled the coronal sulcus quickly, the rough coating of her tongue scraping against the sensitive groove, bringing waves of tingling electricity.
The tip of the tongue then precisely found the horse's eye, burrowed in like a small snake, and forcefully poked and stirred.
"Hiss..." I gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in my lower back from the intense pleasure. My fingers instinctively slipped into her hair, causing the jade hairpin to loosen slightly.
She began to swallow deeply, her red lips tightly gripping the shaft. With each thrust, the glans penetrated deep into her soft throat, causing her throat muscles to contract and squeeze instinctively.
She made sticky, wet "tsk tsk" sounds, continuing to knead my testicles with one hand while stroking upwards along the inside of my thigh with the other, her fingertips applying a teasing touch.
Her eyes quickly reddened, and her hot breath sprayed onto my lower abdomen. Every time she looked up at me, her eyes were filled with lustful service and naked desire.
The pleasure was building up like a tide, but it was still a little short of the peak.
Just then, the rustling of fabric and Su Wantang's indistinct humming came from the fitting room next door.
Aunt Lin froze abruptly, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes.
She spat out the wet, sticky penis, leaving a strand of saliva, panting, and gestured for me to sit on the small plastic stool in the corner of the fitting room.
I sat down as instructed, and the space felt even more cramped.
She immediately spread her legs and straddled me, one hand on my shoulder, the other groping and precisely grasping my still erect penis, pressing the hot glans against her already muddy and slightly open vaginal opening.
She lowered her waist, her movements carrying a familiar rhythm, slowly and firmly swallowing the thick weapon inch by inch.
"Mmm..." She tilted her head back and let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body trembling slightly as she was finally completely filled.
Those heavy E-cup breasts were shaking and bouncing violently in front of me, the hard nipples almost touching the tip of my nose.
I couldn't resist any longer, so I opened my mouth and took the bright red nipple on the right into my mouth, sucking and biting it hard, my tongue swirling around the areola.
With his other hand, he unceremoniously grabbed the plump, soft flesh on the left, his five fingers sinking deep into it, kneading and squeezing it vigorously, feeling its amazing elasticity and heavy weight.
"Uh... be gentle... you little rascal..." she moaned softly, her voice trembling with tears, but her hips began to move on their own. Her wet, tight vaginal muscles enveloped my penis, bringing waves of intense frictional pleasure.
Her movements became faster and faster, her full buttocks slapping against my legs with a dull thud.
Pleasure rapidly accumulated within her body, and the tender flesh inside her vagina began to contract and spasm violently, like countless tiny mouths frantically sucking and tightening around my penis.
Her body tensed suddenly, her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails almost digging into my flesh, and a suppressed, dying sob escaped her throat. She trembled violently against my shoulder, clearly having reached orgasm.
I groaned as she gripped me tightly during her orgasm, but I didn't release.
The afterglow of her orgasm left her weak. She gasped for breath and struggled to sit up, letting the wet, slick penis slide out of her body, bringing with it a large amount of sticky love fluid.
"No...it's been too long...Tangtang will become suspicious..." Her voice was terribly hoarse, filled with intense desire and a hint of fear.
She hurriedly grabbed a dark blue one-piece swimsuit she had chosen earlier, put it on, and covered up her tempting outfit.
She quickly tidied her disheveled hair, reinserted the loose jade hairpin, took a few deep breaths to calm the flush on her face and her rapid breathing, then pulled back the curtain and slipped out to the side.