Zhang Jian, now thoroughly satisfied, let out a long sigh of contentment. He fondled my mom's curvaceous body with pleasure. My mom allowed him to touch her for a moment before pushing him away, saying she needed to do the laundry. Zhang Jian said it could wait until tomorrow and forcefully pulled her back into the bed. My mom pushed him a few times but couldn't break free. Annoyed, she turned her back to him and lay down. Zhang Jian quickly embraced her from behind. My mom kicked at him with the back of her foot. Zhang Jian just chuckled and began to knead her breasts through her clothes. At this point, her top was still on. Zhang Jian tried to take it off, but my mom gripped her clothes, not letting him. So, he continued to knead her breasts through her sweater and thermal shirt with one hand, while his other hand squeezed her butt, his hairy legs rubbing against hers. After a while, when Zhang Jian tried to pull off her sweater again, my mom only resisted him half heartedly. She then lifted her shoulders and arms, cooperating fully as he removed her sweater. However, she still wouldn't let him take off the thin thermal shirt she wore underneath. Zhang Jian went back to kneading her breasts and ass, rubbing his
legs against hers. After some time had passed, when he tried to undress her again, my mom barely resisted. Soon, my mom was lying on the bed in just her bra and panties, letting Zhang Jian do as he pleased. Finally, Zhang Jian pushed her bra up as well, and after fumbling for a long time, he once again got his hands on my mom's soft, smooth breasts.
After successfully stripping my mom's upper body, Zhang Jian didn't stop. When my mom's nipples became hard and erect under his pinching, he started to pull down her panties. My mom held onto them, refusing to let go. Then, Zhang Jian suddenly dove under the covers, pinched her breast, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. My mom couldn't help but gasp, her entire body stiffening. Zhang Jian continued to suck her nipple while gently caressing her to help her relax. This time, when his hand reached for her panties, she didn't resist much, letting him slowly remove her last layer of defense. Zhang Jian said her panties were already soaked through at the crotch.
Zhang Jian spent the entire afternoon freely groping my mom's naked body. Except for her private area she covered with her hand, he could touch wherever he wanted, pinch however he pleased, and position her however he desired. Finally, Zhang Jian lay on top of her and kissed her lips. My mom only turned her head away symbolically. Once his lips met hers, she stopped moving. People of my mom's generation had kissed fewer times than they had had sex. This was mainly because they weren't accustomed to such things. My mom and dad had been married for over ten years but had rarely kissed.
When Zhang Jian pushed his tongue into my mom's mouth, she didn't know how to respond, simply opening her mouth to let him in. Zhang Jian's tongue explored her mouth wildly, and my mom just panted softly, letting him ravage her mouth as he pleased.
After the clumsy kissing, because neither Zhang Jian nor my mom had any experience with French kissing, they were both panting heavily.
Zhang Jian, sweating profusely, rolled off my mom, while she, having only passively endured it, was in slightly better shape.
After catching his breath for a moment, Zhang Jian looked at my mom and chuckled. My mom was too look at him and turned her back to him.
When I returned home that afternoon, I still didn't notice anything unusual between my mom and Zhang Jian. I didn't even see Zhang Jian trying to touch my mom, and I didn't think much of it at the time. When I got back after evening self-study class, my mom was already resting on her bed. From behind the cloth curtain in the room, she asked if I was hungry. I said I wasn't, so she told me to wash my feet and go to sleep early. It was only later that I found out that while I was at my evening class, Zhang Jian had stripped my mom naked again and groped her for the whole evening. Zhang Jian had only left about ten minutes before I got back and my mom was still naked under the covers.
After that, whenever I came back from my evening class and found my mom already in bed, it was a sign that Zhang Jian had left not long before.
The next morning, as soon as I left, Zhang Jian hurried to my mom's room, only to find she had already locked the door from the inside. Zhang Jian knocked on the door and whispered her name but my mom ignored him from inside the room, making Zhang Jian pace anxiously. But he was completely infatuated with my mom's plump, naked body, and unwilling to give up, he kept knocking and pleading for her to open the door. Finally, annoyed by the disturbance, my mom scolded him from behind the door, telling him he was a nuisance and to go lock the courtyard gate. After Zhang Jian latched the main gate and came back, he gave the door a light push, and it opened. He turned around and locked the door from inside, then parted the cloth curtain in the middle of the room. My mom was leaning against the headboard, her face puffed up in anger, and her lower body was covered by the blanket.
Zhang Jian grinned shamelessly at her. She glared at him and turned her head, not wanting to look at his smug face. Seeing that she was genuinely angry, Zhang Jian went over and tickled her. My mom tried to maintain a stern face, twisting her body and swatting his hands away, but in no time, she couldn't help but tremble with laughter, her stern expression finally breaking into a giggle.
When Zhang Jian saw her laugh, he stopped. My mom sat up straight and shot him a sideways glance, her face no longer as cold as before.
Zhang Jian then sat on the bed and started to take off his shoes. My mom hit him from behind and muttered, "What are you doing? Who said you could come up?" Zhang Jian didn't reply, just silently taking off his clothes. My mom fell silent. Once Zhang Jian was naked, my mom curled her lip in disdain and turned to face the wall, subtly making space for him. Zhang Jian smoothly lifted the covers and slipped inside.
Once under the covers, Zhang Jian lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow and gently stroked my mom's flat, firm stomach as he chatted with her. He talked about how demolition was starting in this part of the city, how a new building was being built over there, how a new mall had opened somewhere else, he just had an endless stream of things to say. My mom sat still, listening to him. As he talked, Zhang Jian managed to pull off my mom's thermal pants from under the covers. The robe she was wearing was also pulled open by him and casually tossed aside. My mom called him a slob, getting up to fold the robe neatly, and placed it at the foot of the bed. As she did so, her big, panty-clad ass was pointed right at Zhang Jian. He couldn't resist and gave her ass a hard slap. The smack sound was particularly crisp. Zhang Jian later told me he really hadn't used any force, but somehow the slap echoed loudly.
My mom covered the spot where Zhang Jian had just slapped her and quickly lay down with her back to him, pulling the covers over herself.
Zhang Jian embraced her from behind, his hand resting on her chest. My mom shifted a little but allowed him to hold her.
Once my mom was lying down, Zhang Jian pulled off the thermal shirt she was wearing on top. My mom closed her eyes, her face flushed, and slightly lifted her body to cooperate. After it was off, she used the back of her hand to cover the side of her face. When Zhang Jian reached for her panties, she didn't stop him and he easily stripped her completely naked again.
My mom lay like a peeled egg, held from behind by Zhang Jian, who contentedly kneaded her full breasts. After enjoying himself for a minute, Zhang Jian pressed his penis against her soft, plump ass and began to rub against it. Feeling his movement, my mom buried her face deeper into the pillow. Neither of them spoke. Zhang Jian propped himself up, trying to see her face, but she used the back to block him with her hand. After rubbing for a while, Zhang Jian was almost pressing his entire body against her back. He nudged her, telling her to lie on her stomach. With the back of her hand still covering the side of her face, my mom complied.
Once she was on her stomach, Zhang Jian pressed down on her from behind, grinding his cock into her ass crack as if he were fucking her. He lowered his head to smell the fragrance of her hair and kissed her ear and neck.
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