Affairs with my host mother [m/F] Part II

Apologies for the long hiatus, been busy with life as well as other things.

To save people some time a summary of the first story was the following. I was an exchange student who went to school in Shanghai and had sex with my smoking hot host mother because my host father was too busy with work and having affairs outside the home.

The first couple of days afterwards, Su Wen and I didn't speak of what we had just done. I was wracked with guilt, after all I liked Mr. Chen, and I guess that given her conservative upbringing it was ripping her apart inside. However, there was no denying the fact that the sex that we just had was probably the best either of us had at that point in our lives. Before having sex with her, I was a hormonal teenager who was essentially a walking hard-on, but now going about my business was painful. The guilt however was still eating me inside and I was glad that Mr. Chen was traveling for working, making deals to set up some factory in the hinterlands of China.

One weekend, Su Wen's parents had decided to take her son out for the day. When they came to pick him up, I was in my room studying. However as soon as the door closed and her son was out of the house she came into my room and put her arms around me. She nibbled my ear and whispered, “I can't wait anymore.”

Me being stupid blurted out, “What about Mr. Chen?” That killed the mood really quickly. She slapped me harder than I thought a woman her size could and screamed, “What about him? What about me? Do you know how many mistresses he has!” Yes, I'll admit it, there are times when I can be a fucking retard. After slapping me, she stormed out of my room and slammed her door shut. I sat in my room with a huge hard one, but wasn't really in the mood to do anything about it.

The next couple of weeks were rather painful. She didn't want anything to do with me, and I was horny as hell. Every time I saw her in one of her dresses or the tight jeans she liked, I wanted her so badly. But every time she saw me looking at her she glared at me. Dinner was often awkward and I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to stay here after the semester was over. I was stuck in a house with a woman that gave me a permanent hard on. It would have been okay if she was friendly, and I hadn't experienced how mind-blowing the sex would be. But now? I wasn't sure I could stand it without going mad.

I looked forward to the next time Mr. Chen would be away and her parents would take their son out for the day. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, I wasn't sure whether or not it was going to get me killed, but I knew that I had to do something. As soon as the door closed and I could hear the outside elevator door close, I walked out of my room to Su Wen. She was facing the door, and seeing her ass in her dress drove me nuts. Before she could turn around I pressed myself against her pushing her up against the wall. She struggled a bit and said, “What about my husband?” However, the tone of her voice told me that she needed this as much as I did. She continued, “I'll scream.”

“Oh, I'll make you scream all right.” I replied. However, her protests were mainly for play because her hand was already reaching back trying to tug my shorts down. With her against the door, I start to kiss her roughly, the weeks of sexual frustration coming all out at once. I ground my cock into her ass and the small of her back and she tried to push back from the door so she could be turn around. I didn't let her do it and I whispered, “I'm going to punish you for torturing me so much these last few weeks.”

I reached up her skirt and started to caress her thighs. I could smell how wet she was and put my finger into her cunt. It amazed me just how absolutely tight she was. I had heard that women become looser after having a a child, but the fact that my finger could feel resistance going into her cunt was amazing. In my mind I could almost feel how tight she'd be around my throbbing cock. I turned her around and started to finger fuck her. Her legs were spread and she was busy caressing her own breasts. Seeing my host mother with her legs slightly apart, her eyes rolled back and her hands busy grabbing her own breasts was such a sight to behold. With my free hand I unzipped the back of her dress and allowed the dress to fall down.

Her dress slid down to her ass and was hanging on my arm. She wouldn't let me take my hand away from her pussy until she had her first orgasm. With my other hand, I began to play with her stiff brown nipples until her breathing turned into ragged gasps. I felt her tense up and I could feel her contracting around my finger.

When she finally calmed down, she let go of my hand and allowed me to take my pants off. I picked her up, intending to move her to the couch, but when I saw her reflection in the mirror I couldn't stop and I tried my damndest to fuck her up against the door. Lifting her up, she knew what I wanted and guided my cock into her. Despite her being so wet and having her first orgasm she was still incredibly tight and it took me several tries to actually get the entire length of my cock into her. As promised, I made her scream. She mixed I think every language she knew. I heard Mandarin, English, French, Japanese, a few dialects that Chinese that I could recognize but not understand and some languages I just didn't know, basically screaming alternatively that it hurt and that it felt so good.

It was something else to be fucking her against the door that had no give. Every time I thrusted my hips I felt myself going deeper and deeper into her. I wasn't proud to say this, but I came nearly instantly shooting my weeks of frustration deep into her. I kept thrusting until I felt every single drop of sperm I had empty into her and felt myself softening. I pulled out of her and she seemed a bit disappointed.

She dropped to her knees and started to lick my softening cock. It was an odd sensation feeling a bit tender, painful, but her tongue so wonderful as it moved against my cock. I caressed her hair and braced myself against the door. Seeing this little asian woman on her knees between me and the door with my cock in her hand and her tongue snaking all over it sent shivers up my spine. She worked my cock until I had gotten hard again. She looked up at me and mischievously said, “Can you last longer this time?” I nodded like some slack jawed yokel, and we moved to my bedroom. Taking charge she pushed me onto my back and got on top. She bounced herself on my cock while my hands freely roamed her body marveling at how right her body looked.

Because I had just cum, I wasn't going to get off with her riding me. After catching my breath and regaining some semblance of intelligence. I pushed her off of me, and started to fuck her doggy style. She reached back to touch me, and as she did so, I took her wrist as a hand hold so I could fuck her harder. With one hand I grabbed her left arm and the other, I had a fist full of her hair. She seemed to like it rough and as I used her body I her groans got louder and more guttural until she came again. I managed to get one more orgasm off myself, though I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to cum more. After I had come, we disentangled ourselves form each other and lay next to each other panting and out of breath.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3crclh/affairs_with_my_host_mother_mf_part_ii