Hey, Decided to camp her for more installments. Sorry bro, can’t up you. But will support your story!.
Hope you won’t mind another one into your thread to read on. Cheers
KingEros,
To reply to the question by Your Majesty, I think majority of us undergo a cycle. When we are young, we choose the more experienced ones and obviously they will be older (NB: This doesn’t apply to present days, because even teenagers are very experienced). The taste will change when we got older and we hunt for the younger ones and enjoy it more when they have little or no experience. For sentimental reasons, if I bumped into my neighbour’s mother on the streets I would still asked her if still wants to go to the same hotel, with the same counter staff and hopefully getting an even funnier stare.
The June holidays were finally over and we got back to our normal routine. Every Thursday, the butcher got to bonk my neighbour’s mother and I got to bonk the washerwoman. Fucking the washerwoman’s arsehole was nothing to shout about (but I think it’s definitely better than fucking those arseholes who keep zapping people in this forum with no rhymes or reasons and not even having the balls to identify themselves). Maybe the experience I had the first time would not be easily surpassed and for the washerwoman, it must been her countless number of times.
To add some excitement, the last Thursday of JUly, I brought the washerwoman to the same hotel as the butcher and my neighbour’s mother. We hid ourselves opposite the hotel; the washerwoman recognised her and I told her that the butcher was her husband. The washerwoman said, “Bohong! He sell meat at the market and I seldom see him in the house”. I told her not to be a busybody. When I saw them left the counter for their room, I quickly pulled the washerwoman’s hand to cross the road. I asked the counter staff for a room next to the previous couple and I got one just next to theirs. I quickly bonked the washerwoman and ask her to remain in the room.
I walked towards their room, place my right ear on the door to listen. The sound of the TV was full blast and I couldn’t hear anything else. I got back to my room and that inquisitive woman asked, Why? Learning to be PI?". I didn’t answer. “Interested in her, is it?” I raised my voice and said, “Don’t talk rubbish, she is married and have a son”. “Married can come with boyfriend, you can also be her boyfriend, right?” That busybody went on. “If you are interested, I can tell her for you”. I found her annoying and decided to shut her mouth. I pushed her head downon my rod and ask her to suck it. Peace at last but not for long. After she swallowed my sperm, she continued, “Tomorrow, I tell her you are interested”. I was really getting mad and shouted, “Shut up! If you do anything silly, I won’t bring you our anymore. Then you can go to that dirty doctor and get fuck”. “Ok, fuck me again and I will not tell”. I accepted that bargain
After we finished, I went to the balcony and look downstairs. Not long after, I saw my neighbour’s mother walking out with the butcher. They boarded the same taxi. I think he was sending her to fetch her son from school and will reach home around 7 pm. So they were together for about 5 hours.
So frustrating, link keep breaking. Because of this there were lots of spelling errors in my last few posts. Hope you all can make sense from what was being posted.
Yes frustration was the word. Having my neighbour’s mother fucked by another man in the next room while I couldn’t get into the action. Yes, the washerwoman was a consolation but franking speaking I won’t trade her for 10 washerwomen. She meant that much to me.
In the evening, I went to my neighbour’s room on the pretext of checking with him whether he had difficulty with his homework. He brought out his mathematics textbook and I quickly did the explanation. She was reading her newspaper on the bed and surprising the cinema was closed…no peep show. When she had finished with the newspapers, she asked her son to go to the coffeeshop to get me coffee. “Ya boy, leave quickly. Your motherfucker can wait much longer (as the bulge was trying from the prison) and take your time coming back”. Once he left, I pulled down my shorts and underwear and I asked her how was the session with the butcher. “Not that nice and not enough”. After she said that we immediately has a quickie as we had less than 15 mins. We discovered that we had developed an appetite for each other.
Thursday night was added to her tight schedule and I usually had a quickie with my coffee. Try that and you will love it. There were few occasions when I didn’t cum on time because her son was already at the door and had difficulty sleeping. I raised the problem to her and she told me if that happened, we could meet at the staircase on the uppermost floor and she would blow me there. She made a big mistake or was it done deliberately? Now I almost always tried not to cum. This is what you called “Give you an inch, you take a yard” but I’ll called it “Give you a fuck, you take an extra blow”.
The third Sunday of August, my mother wanted ribs for soup and asked me to buy them for her. I chose to go to the market at about the closing time so that I can chat up with the butcher. So he asked how was I getting on with his sex partner. I pretended to look pitiful and said, “Nothing much, she was always so busy”. I was hoping he would spare a day for me. “Actually I wanted to help you but you know man needs to fuck everyday and I only fuck her on Tuesday (I guessed as much because no mahjong on this day) and Thursday and sometimes holiday come I can die. If I got more days, maybe can let you have 1 day but now fuck her today, think of fucking her again tomorrow. My wife is lucky, every time I fuck my sex partner, she get good fucks the next few days. “So having her as a sex partner did help to strengthen your marriage” I asked the not so obvious question. “I think so. Everytime I fuck her, I want to fuck some more. So really cannot help you”.
I told him to enjoy himself while he can and took my packet of ribs and another packet of meat he gave to my neighbour’s mother. My mother asked how come I bought so much ribs and asked me how much I paid. “Mother, you asked me to buy $5 right?” My mother couldn’t believe that packet of meat cost $5 and I couldn’t believe it either because there were $10 worth of ribs. The butcher was a kind man and that’s how he got his sex partner. I wonder if he managed to get other sex partners using the same method. I must asked him the next time.
So Bro JWNY, your choice of becoming a butcher in your next life is an excellent one and I hope you will get a reincarnation of my neighbour’s mother.
Wow Bro Zizou….what a fantastic write up even tho u did this many moons ago…must be still lingering in your mind?? A good F**k is never easy to forget and probably wont!! Maybe this could be used as a benchmark for your future conquest….to conquer more mountains and molehills, keke…
You got your wishes granted as u conquered Mt Anus….not many woman like to be F**k in that area as they find it dirty and also woman who kana poke there usually cannot control their urinatory tract….like uring out lor….so count your blessings as this MILF really gave u a great time!!
Thx for excellent reporting…maybe you could even write a book somewhere along the lines Lady Chatterley’s Lovers
The 1 week of holiday in September provided me with a lot of relieve. I bonked her on Friday evening before the holidays, Tuesday evening, taking over the slot of the butcher on Thursday and then on the evening of the last Friday of the holidays. We went through all the drills we had mastered and I still love ramming her arsehole.
Saturday was a mother and child reunion (I loved that song by Paul Simon) with me at the cinema. We re-enacted the scenes of our first show during the March holidays but this time we were more prepared. I bought a lot of titbits to keep her son occupied and specifically told him not to pass anything over. This time there were no excuses to pass the titbits around. I told her to remove her bra and panty. Her mother also bought him some story books and as the cinema was quite empty, she placed them on the seat between herself and her son. As usual I was on her left, so that it’s easier to unbutton her blouse and insert my hands to caress her boobs. The gap between herself and her son afford her some room for soft moans. At one stage, I think she went overboard (maybe she enjoyed herself so much that she forgot about her son’s presence).
She let out a loud scream when I finger fuck her and immediately I heard, “Ma, what happened?” Her reply was spontaneous, “That stupid idiot (that’s me) stepped on my toes”. She jabbed my chest with her elbow. I whisper in her ears, “Next time you want to scream let me cover your mouth”. She was annoyed with my remarks and said, “Don’t touch me anymore!” But she still allowed my fingers to remain in her pussy and I was afraid to move my fingers.
October was a boring month as I had to reduce my fucking appointment with the washerwoman to once a month to catch up on my studies. As I have said earlier washerwoman was a dying profession, she had quit that job to look after her daughter’s child. During that time, as my mother was having rheumatism, she employed my neighbour’s daughter to do the washing. This is the daughter of the owner who rented the room to the lady and her son. She was working in the afternoon shift and did the washing in the morning. I always had my eyes on her as I often see her going around with different men. She was only 3 years my senior but was only average in look with a nice body.
Actually my mother had talked about giving the washing job to the neighbour but I didn’t know she was starting. One morning, I had a slight fever and didn’t go to school. I woke up and went to the toilet to urine. I have this habit of not closing the door when I urine, after all nobody can see anything from behind. I thought how come my mother was still washing when she should be at the market and knew my father would have taken his “mata puteh” to the coffeeshop. Mata puteh is truly a nice tiny bird and I love their chirping. After I had finished my urine, I didn’t zip up and turned around. I always get a hard-on in the morning and after peeing, it would take some time for it to rest. As I turned around she was taking out the clothing from the bathroom for drying. That instance, she saw my burong kuku. I was hoping that minute that my father had also brought this burong kuku to the coffeeshop. It was really embarassing getting caught with my pants down.
She dropped the pail of clothings and I immediately apologised to her and tried to zip up my short pants. I was not wearing briefs. In attempting to zip up, the skin of my rod got stuck. It was like the show that Cameron Diaz acted where she had a date with a nerd and the same thing happened when the nerd was in the toilet. My situation was not so bad as that nerd in the picture because I got immediate attention from my voluptious Chinese washerwoman. She was laughing like Cameron Diaz’s parents in the show. She helped me release the burong kuku, “Ok, you bloody lucky, so little damage”. I replied ungratefully, “So you were hoping that my whole rod would be reap off, it is? If you like you can reap it off”. I really didn’t know what I was saying or doing. She was in a position where she had just released my rod and it was at her eye level. When I offered her to reap it off I was actually poking it at her face.
She accepted the invitation and started to reap off my rod with her mouth. Because of the pain, the rod was initially soft but with the masterful thrust of her mouth, she was now having the rock hard rod in its full capacity. The window for such naughty act was very small, as I knew my mother would be coming back. As I reached and caress her C-cup boobs (I was only guessing). Her suction increased and I shot the whole load in her mouth. She went into the toilet and spit out all the milky stuff. I zipped up, making sure that the rod was not in the way.
When my mother came home, she said she forgot to inform me that the neighbour’s daughter had already started washing for us a few days ago. She would only be washing on weekdays. “She is doing a pretty good job” I said to my mother. “You really know how to praise” that’s not my mother’s voice.
I missed my appointment with the washerwoman on the third Thursday of October because I had detention class. The lady form teacher caught me sleeping in class because the night before I had quickie with coffee. So on Friday, I went to look up the washerwoman, she was not at home but her daughter was. She has the same assets as her mother but looked much younger and prettier. I think their big boobs was hereditary. She said her mother was angry that I didn’t turn up yesterday and so today she went to see the doctor. I asked her daughter whether if her mother was sick. She said her mother was tired and went “urut badang”. “Shit, she went to get the dirty doctor to fuck her”. I said that to myself. She then said that she tried the urut a few times before and she was really steam. “So you let him fuck you”, I blurted out excitedly. “No, I only let his fingers touch the outside but sometimes I wish I couldn’t control myself and let him give me a good fuck”.
She is as horny as her mother and that must be hereditary too. I said, “You Ok, because you can come home and let your abang fuck you but your mother sure let him fuck because last time if I didn’t knock on the door, she will get fuck”. She said, “I what Ok, my abang divorce me already. Everytime I come home after urut, I mastubate and sometimes my mother help me. Here is a lady 24 years of age deprived of regular sex. “Hey, what’s happening here. Mother mastubating her daughter. Soon daughter will be like be like mother Qing up to be fucked by the dirty daughter”. Those were the thoughts that came to my mind.