Half a year ago, I graduated from a normal school and was assigned to teach at a rural middle school in a very lonely town. There was hardly any traffic of people, and at dusk, it felt even more desolate. Our school was right next to the town, surrounded by vast rice fields and barren hills. In winter, when the wind blew, the old locust trees on campus would rustle, creating an overwhelmingly bleak atmosphere.
To be honest, I was very dissatisfied with my work environment, but what could I do? My family's financial situation wasn't great, and I couldn't afford to pull strings to get a better job. So, I just muddled through. Over time, I got to know my colleagues here, and we would chat and laugh every day, which made the days pass more easily. As time went by, many of my grand ambitions faded away.
When I first arrived, the school assigned me a small, old dormitory room. It was as old as it could get, but I was still quite content. Every night, lying alone in my room, I thought about many things, many past events, and could only let out a few sighs in my helplessness. Living next door was an older teacher named Li, in his 40s, who taught physics. He was very cheerful, and we quickly became friends, often joking around. His wife, just over 40, was a middle-aged woman who, you could tell, must have been quite charming in her youth. Even now, she had a certain allure and was very friendly. Soon, she became familiar with me, a young guy, and would often tease me with bold jokes. Her surname was also Li, so I called her Aunt Li. As we grew closer, I often went to her place to eat since I lived alone and didn't like cooking.
As time passed, I began to notice that Aunt Li still had quite a bit of charm. Though the years had left their mark on her face, she still looked vibrant, with a mature allure. To put it bluntly, she was the kind of woman who was "half-old but still charming." Maybe it was the loneliness of the environment, but gradually, I started having improper thoughts about Aunt Li. It's no surprise—I was 22, physically healthy, and deeply craving a woman. There weren't many female teachers at our school, and those there were, frankly, not attractive. Compared to them, though Aunt Li was older, she was the most alluring woman in the school. I was often at her house—how could I not be tempted?
Slowly, I started fantasizing about Aunt Li at night while lying in bed, even masturbating to thoughts of her. In my mind, I had already "taken" her multiple times. Whenever I went to her house and Teacher Li wasn't there, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Honestly, it's hard for a woman of Aunt Li's age to maintain a perfect figure, and she had put on some weight, but that only made her large breasts and full, round hips more pronounced—exactly the kind of mature figure that drove me wild. I was going crazy.
During the holidays, the school emptied out. Most of the single teachers went off to have fun—some went to the city, others went home. I wasn't busy and didn't go home either, so I stayed at school alone. One morning, I was still sleeping soundly when Aunt Li knocked on my door. "Xiao Fang, time to get up! You haven't cooked, have you? Come over and eat!" Startled awake, I checked the time—it was already 11 a.m. I quickly got up, opened the door, and went next door. Aunt Li had already prepared food and was happily waiting for me. Since I often ate at her place, I wasn't shy anymore and sat down to eat.
"Slow down, you'll choke! You act like you've never eaten before!" Aunt Li said with a smile, sitting across from me, eating and chatting like an elder watching over a younger relative. But I caught a hint of flirtation in her eyes—or maybe I was misreading it. I grinned and said, "Aunt Li's cooking is so delicious, how can I not eat more?" She giggled. "I've noticed you have a big nose. They say men with big noses have big… you know. Is that true, Xiao Fang?" She'd teased me like this before, but always with Teacher Li around. This time, it was different—Teacher Li had gone to the city to visit their son, leaving just the two of us. My heart raced as I glanced at her. Her eyes were playful, maybe even a bit seductive. I steadied myself and said, "Yeah, it's not small. Want to find out?" Normally, I'd joke like this, and she'd just laugh it off, but today was different. She smiled slyly and said, "Sure, why don't you take your pants off and let Aunt Li see?" My God, this woman dared to say that! I was caught off guard, my face probably turning red, but my heart was pounding with excitement. I didn't know what to say. "Haha, not so bold now, huh? Your courage is smaller than a cat's! You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Aunt Li teased with a flirtatious laugh.
"No way, I'm not!" I said quickly. I hated being called a virgin—it's so embarrassing. Aunt Li smirked, "Not a virgin, my foot. Your face is red."
The meal passed in this flirtatious atmosphere. I barely tasted the food, my heart racing, my hands trembling a few times. Aunt Li noticed and burst into laughter, which only made me itch with desire. My body reacted, and I was hard, wanting nothing more than to pounce on her and have my way.
After eating, I sat at the door, looking out at the empty school. There wasn't a soul around, just a couple of stray dogs from the village wandering the playground. Aunt Li was squatting nearby, washing dishes, her large hips raised as she chatted with me. "Xiao Fang, got a girlfriend yet?" "Not yet. When are you going to introduce me to someone, Aunt Li?" "That's easy. What kind do you like?" "Hehe, I like women like you—full-figured, with curves." "Pfft! You little rascal, taking advantage of me! I'm afraid you couldn't handle me," she teased. "Have you ever done that sort of thing?" "Not yet," I admitted, embarrassed.
"Wow, you've really held back!" she said with a laugh, glancing back at me. I was staring at her full hips, and when she caught me, she burst out laughing. "So, do you want to do that sort of thing?" I didn't know how to respond and stayed silent, but inside, I was screaming, Yes, yes, I want to take you right now, you vixen!
Seeing I didn't answer, Aunt Li giggled, turned back to washing dishes, her hips still swaying in front of me. I couldn't hold back anymore. I rushed forward, grabbed her from behind, and started groping her large breasts. "What are you doing? Let go!" she yelped, startled. "I'm your aunt, old enough to be your mother!"
"I don't care, I want to do it with you!" I said, still groping her chest. It was so full, so soft—it felt amazing. "Let go! What if someone sees? How could I face anyone?" she gasped, her voice softer now. This woman was pretending to be proper now, but I didn't care. I kept touching her. "Let go, or I'll get mad!" she said, struggling lightly, but I could tell it was just for show. She wasn't really resisting. Seeing I wouldn't let go, she sighed, "Fine, you win. Go close the door! Do you really want someone to see?"
I realized the door was still wide open. Luckily, it was the holidays, and the school was nearly empty. If Teacher Li found out, he'd skin me alive. I rushed to close the door and pull the curtains. When I turned back, Aunt Li was standing, wiping her hands with a smile. "What's the rush? It's broad daylight. Aren't you afraid someone might come?" "Not afraid. The door's closed, what's there to worry about?" I said, ready to pounce again. She dodged with a grin, "Not here, let's go to the bedroom."
The bedroom was darker. I couldn't wait any longer and pounced, pulling her onto the bed. She giggled, "Slow down, there's plenty of time. You'll get your fun!" I didn't care, kissing her frantically. To be honest, this wasn't my first time with a woman—I'd been with a female classmate in college—but doing it with a woman in her 40s was a first, and it was thrilling. My erection was rock-hard and aching.
Aunt Li was clearly excited too, kissing me back, using her soft tongue to pry open my mouth, licking and sucking. This woman, married for 20 years with a grown son, was a master. She had me burning with desire. I followed her lead, sucking her tongue, while she reached into my pants, grabbing my erection and rubbing it. I could barely stand it. "Who'd have thought a polite guy like you has such a big one? Much better than my old man Li!" she said, stroking me. Rural women like her could be so blunt, and I was used to it. I kissed her lips, groping her breasts through her clothes, and teased, "Aunt Li, are you scared?" "Scared?" she laughed. "I'm not scared. Back in my youth, I was with a guy who was big too. The bigger, the better. It's been so long since I've had one like this—scared? I can't wait!"
Her words drove me wild. I started undressing her. It was early October, still warm, so she wasn't wearing much. Soon, she was down to her bra and panties. Her body was stunning—full but not overly fat, her white skin dazzling. She had the mature charm of a woman in her 40s. I stared, and she got shy, rolling her eyes. "What are you staring at? Never seen a woman naked? I'm old enough to be your mom. Stop gawking and get to it!" I grinned, fumbling with her bra. In my excitement, I was clumsy, and she pushed me aside. "Move, you're hopeless. I'll do it. You strip too!"
I realized I was still clothed and quickly stripped naked. Aunt Li was already bare, lying on the bed. Her body was slightly soft around the middle, but for a woman in her 40s, it was impressive. Her pubic area was covered in thick, dark hair, hiding everything. "What are you looking at? Never seen a woman like this? Do I need to teach you? You're a teacher too, but not as skilled as my old man Li," she teased.
I didn't care about anything anymore. I pounced, kissing her large, soft, fragrant breasts. She held my head against them, not letting me up, as I sucked like a baby, though there was no milk. Then I moved down, parting her legs to stare at her private area. Spreading her thick pubic hair, I saw her dark, swollen labia, slick with arousal. Her entrance was large—fitting for a woman with a grown child—but my erection was big enough to match. I leaned down and licked her, tasting her natural scent. She hadn't washed there in a while, and there was a strong, musky odor, but it only excited me more. I kept licking until she was writhing, moaning, "What are you doing? It's so itchy… I haven't washed there in a month, it's filthy!"
I didn't care. I loved her natural taste and kept going until she could barely speak. "Your tongue is amazing, way better than your Uncle Li. Educated guys sure know some tricks," she panted, her arousal obvious. "You're so lovable. Come on, climb up. Let Aunt Li make you feel good." She pulled me on top, guiding my erection to her entrance. It slid in easily, surrounded by her warm, wet heat. I nearly came right then but held back, knowing a woman like her needed more to be satisfied. I wanted her to enjoy it so I could keep coming back. I started thrusting slowly, and she moaned softly, "Yes… so good…" matching my rhythm with her hips. It was incredible, and I knew this holiday wouldn't be wasted.
Soon, I sped up, and Aunt Li's desire was fully unleashed. She clung to me, legs wrapped around my hips, as if afraid I'd slip out. If Teacher Li knew his wife was doing this with me, he'd probably die of rage. But all I could think was one word: amazing. I realized then that being with an experienced, lustful older woman was so much better than with inexperienced girls. They know what they're doing, they're passionate, and there's no responsibility afterward. It was pure bliss.
I don't know what got into me that day—maybe I was too excited—but I lasted a long time without finishing. Aunt Li was thrilled, calling me "brother" and "darling" as I groped her red, swollen breasts. Her arousal soaked us both. "God, this is so good! If I'd known you were this good, I would've done this with you sooner," she gasped, clearly in ecstasy. I'd just finished, and we both seemed to hit our peak. I felt proud—people say older women are the hardest to satisfy, but it didn't seem so tough.
"I've wanted to sleep with you for so long, Aunt Li. Sometimes at night, I'd think of you while… you know," I said, lying next to her, stroking her body. "Really? Why didn't you make a move sooner? I wouldn't have said no. My old man's little thing can't satisfy me," she said with a grin. "But I was scared of Teacher Li! This was my first chance. By the way, why didn't you go with him to see your son?" "I hate traveling. Besides, if I went, who'd keep you company?" "Don't you miss your son?" I asked. She giggled, "I do, but I'd rather have you here with me. You're my 'son' now. Can you keep me satisfied? Call me Mommy and let's go again." She started stroking me again, and I was already hard. "Damn, I'm going to screw you senseless today," I said, climbing on top again, sliding in easily. "Oh, be gentle, you're hurting me!" she teased, but her hands gripped my hips, urging me on.
It was afternoon, and the school was still empty. A few students were playing on the field, and the rice in the fields swayed in the wind. Everything was quiet—who would've guessed that in the teachers' dorm, a passionate affair was unfolding?