middle-aged woman

Author: daikaizxzxz
Word count: 11546
Japan, a developed capitalist country. As the saying goes, full of warmth and lust. Osaka, one of the two largest cities in Japan.
Ryoko Onuma, 38 years old, 1.62 meters tall, good-looking, plump and tender, has been doing housework at home. Her husband is three years younger than her. He works as a class leader in a certain company and has been very busy. He has a daughter who is still in college. There is only one good son in the family. This afternoon, Ryoko and a few female companions went to the shopping mall to do some shopping as well as a beauty treatment. After finishing the work, they went home separately. The daughter’s boyfriend Xiaoxiong came to the house. Liangzi was watching a women’s program on TV on the sofa in the living room. Xiaoxiong greeted her and sat down.
Liangzi said: “I’m sleepy, let’s take a rest.” Then he went back to his bedroom.
She heard Xiaoxiong walk into the living room, and immediately stood at the door, opened the door a crack, and looked out quietly. I saw Xiaoxiong go straight to the sofa. Ryoko’s heart was pounding, she seemed to know what he was going to do next.
It turned out that Ryoko had a lovely habit of changing a dozen pairs of stockings of different colors and styles at the same time, because she had to wear different stockings on different occasions. She took it off when she wasn’t wearing it, and threw it everywhere on the sofa next to the bedside pillow. When I go out, I grab which one I want to wear, and then put it on, and wash it again after a while.
I saw Xiaoxiong walked to the sofa, picked up a long pair of flesh-colored silk stockings that Liangzi just took off from his tender feet, and sniffed the blackened socks vigorously, like a drug addict taking drugs, sniffing greedily, then sighed, looking very comfortable, and then sniffed again. . . . . . He sucked it a few times, then put the pair of stockings in his hand on the sofa, took the pair that Yoshiko just took off, and quickly went back to his daughter’s room.
Liangzi walked lightly to the sofa, picked up the pair of stockings that Xiaoxiong put there, and looked at them. This pair was slightly lighter in flesh color, and she had worn it a while ago. After taking it off, she couldn’t find it no matter how hard she looked. It turned out that he had taken it. She now understands that he took the stockings he wore to school to accompany him for a week, and brought them back for fresh ones on weekends.
Thinking of Xiaoxiong’s obsession with her tender feet and silk stockings, Ryoko had mixed feelings for a moment, and she couldn’t tell whether she was angry, excited, or both. She came to the door, looked in through the crack of the door, and saw Xiaoxiong put one of her stockings on the penis, and at the same time took the other stocking and sniffed at the blackened tip of the sock. Ryoko was blushing, and after a moment of confusion, she calmed down and quietly went back to her bedroom.
Xiaoxiong didn’t realize that Liangzi already knew his secret, and he still took Liangzi’s stockings to school to enjoy as before, sometimes he just smelled them, sometimes he smelled them first and then ejaculated, then washed them and put them back when he got home, or he just smelled some fresh stockings but didn’t ejaculate, simply keep it for long-term storage, and then buy a new one for Liangzi to send back. Sometimes she just didn’t send them back. Ryoko changed so many stockings at the same time, and she lost a pair or two, so she stopped looking for them. Anyway, they were just worthless stockings to her. How did she know that the stockings she took off and threw away like old things were top-grade treasures to Xiaoxiong!
Ever since Liangzi discovered Xiaoxiong’s secret, for some reason, her libido has increased and she has become even more flirtatious.
One Friday afternoon, Ryoko just came home from outside. Xiaoxiong is here again. Ryoko is wearing a beige suit and short skirt today, and flesh-colored pantyhose and milky white pumps, she is indeed very sexy. Xiaoxiong, who understands the sexiness of middle-aged women, praised sincerely: “Auntie, you still have a charm.” In the modern age where material life is extremely developed, middle-aged women are becoming more and more sexy.
Liangzi said embarrassingly: “Where, I am already old, and now it is the world of young girls.” Thinking of her husband’s occasional cold reception and the clues of him flirting with young female staff in the class, Liangzi felt that she was old, and couldn’t help sighing softly.
Xiaoxiong saw him and said, “Auntie is old, but she is well maintained and still very sexy. Nowadays, there are many men who are obsessed with sexy middle-aged women. In their opinion, Auntie’s body is more attractive than those young women.”
“Really?” Liangzi was dubious.
Xiaoxiong suddenly knelt at Liangzi’s feet, took off the high-heeled shoes for Liangzi, took off Liangzi’s stockings bit by bit with his mouth, took the stockings and smelled them, kneaded Liangzi’s feet, and said, “I have seen it for a long time, Auntie’s feet are beautiful.”
Liangzi’s feet are extremely beautiful, white and tender, and they are indeed the best products in the lotus.
Ryoko gasped and said, “You men are really cheap!”
Xiao Xiong said: “I often peek at my aunt taking a shower, steal her stockings and smell it to masturbate.”
Ryoko thought about it carefully, and indeed, she often couldn’t find the silk stockings she took off for no reason, and she didn’t know where she took them off, and she didn’t think about it, because sometimes they appeared out of nowhere. As for Xiaoxiong peeking at her bathing, she also noticed it a few times, but she didn’t take it seriously, but she just paid more attention when taking a bath in the future. Now that Jing Xiaoxiong said this, she just remembered one by one, and couldn’t tell what it was like, so she couldn’t help but blush.
Seeing Liangzi’s cute appearance, Xiaoxiong couldn’t help licking Liangzi’s beautiful, white and tender jade toes. Liangzi moaned, and Xiaoxiong licked her pussy again. . . . . . . . . . .