I ate a C9 in Guangzhou (family incest adult novel)

At the beginning of this year, my company sent me on a business trip to the mainland, and I would be in Guangzhou for about three or four days a week. The company rented a unit in a community near the office, which is over 1,000 square feet and has three bedrooms. I occupied one room, and the other two were occupied by colleagues from other departments of Hong Kong CITIC. I didn't have much contact with them at work, so we didn't interact very often. The company arranged an auntie to be responsible for dormitory hygiene. Her name is Sister Ying. She cleans the dormitory during the day, washes and irons our clothes, makes the beds, etc. Since we eat out for all three meals and don't have to cook, she would go to the office to help out in her remaining time, and she worked very hard.

Sister Ying is a Guangzhou native in her early forties and is divorced. There was a utility room in the dormitory that was converted into a worker's room for her to rest. She would usually go home after get off work, but occasionally she would stay overnight in the dormitory.

At the end of April, I had to rush to work as the May Day holiday was approaching, so I didn’t return to the dormitory until 7 o’clock. The other two colleagues had already returned to Hong Kong, but Sister Ying hadn’t left yet. She knew that I was still staying in the dormitory that night, and planned to go home after I left the next morning. She saw an empty cup of instant noodles on the table. Alas, she didn’t even eat it! I was a little touched. Anyway, I was going out to eat, so I asked her to go with me. She refused at first, saying it was inconvenient, but she eventually changed her clothes and went with me.

She and I went to a Western restaurant I often go to, and sat in a small private room that could only fit a table. There was a floor-to-ceiling window on one side, and the view was nice. She seemed a little reserved at first, but gradually adapted and relaxed. Plus, she was a cheerful and talkative person, so once the topic started, the two of them talked about everything. Sister Ying seemed to have been very interested and curious about me as a Hong Konger, but she didn't dare to ask because of her position. Talking about her sex life, she said that the reason for the divorce was that her husband had another woman outside and was often not home. She could not stand it anymore and made the decision. It has been two years. I asked her why she didn't find another man? She shook her head and said that as a divorced middle-aged woman with children, no money and no looks, and who had been sterilized, it was impossible for her to have children again, how could she find a man? She will definitely despise a man with slightly better conditions. It is useless for her to have an unconditional, lazy and gluttonous man. She doesn't even think about what the future will be like. I comforted her and told her that being single has its own life and she should just take things as they come! Speaking of myself, I frankly say that I have been married for three years and I have occasionally gone out to play after marriage. Of course, I also went out to play after coming to Guangzhou, but it was only because I have a strong sexual desire and I did it to satisfy my physiological needs. I would never affect my family because of this. She jokingly asked me how strong my sexual desire was. I smiled and said it was inconvenient to tell her, but she was very strong anyway. She said I was a really good man, and I said, is this also considered a good man? She said she understood men's psychology and that it was okay to just go out and have some fun sometimes. It would be great if her husband could think like me!

I didn't know why I told her all this at the time. At first I just wanted to kill time and find someone to chat with, but gradually we got along better and better, and I even told her my private details. She is 42 years old this year, almost ten years older than me. She has a ten-year-old daughter and lives with her mother in the suburbs. I looked at her carefully. She had an average appearance, brown skin, a solid build, and looked a little weathered, but the more I looked at her, the more mature her charm became. She was wearing a thin, almost see-through white shirt that day, which clearly showed the traces of the dark bra she was wearing underneath. I don't know why many women in China like to do this, wearing a brightly colored bra inside and thin, light-colored clothes outside, creating a strong contrast effect. I noticed that her breasts were very tall and full, and they seemed to be bursting through her clothes. Sister Ying’s buttocks are equally plump. She usually wears a uniform to work, so she really doesn’t notice it or pay much attention to it. I was actually attracted by her femininity and figure, and I felt impulsive, but I was still clear-headed and finally let it go. After dinner we returned to the dormitory. I still had some work to do, so I asked her to take a shower first. After a while she knocked on my door and said that they were done and it was my turn. I entered the bathroom and found a bunch of keys on the washbasin. I thought it must have been left by Sister Ying, so I picked it up and returned it to her. Seeing that her room door was not closed, I went in. I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over and concentrating on trimming her pedicure, completely unaware that I had come in. The angle I was standing at at that time allowed me to see her huge breasts through the neckline of her loose T-shirt! She was wearing a black lace bra with a half cup that tightly clamped her big papaya-like breasts to create a deep cleavage. Most of her breasts and even her black areola were exposed, shaking as she moved! To be honest, I have never lacked sex life and have seen a lot of women, but I have never met a woman of this age, nor have I met a woman with breasts as exaggerated as hers. The scene in front of me makes my blood boil and I get excited. I don't know how long I stood there until I accidentally made a sound with the key in my hand. Sister Ying looked up and saw me. She was stunned at first, but when she saw that I was staring at her chest, she smiled and asked me if I was looking for her. I came to my senses, feeling a little embarrassed, and held up the bunch of keys and asked if it was hers. She said yes and opened her hands. When I put the key in her hands, she grabbed my hand and joked that I had so many beautiful girlfriends outside, so what was so good about her at 40 years old? Are you still looking at it so intently? When she spoke, she was full of charm and spring feelings. I wasn't expecting her to ask that, so suggestively. At that time, I was also very lustful, but then I thought that having casual sex in the company was a taboo. If other people knew about it, I would lose my job and my reputation would be ruined. Unfortunately, it was only a moment. I saw Sister Ying's mature and coquettish charm, her eyes full of desire, and her devilish figure that I just saw in my mind. My concerns were no match for my lust, and I stepped forward and hugged her. Sister Ying did not resist, which was what I expected. She also hugged me tightly, and we kissed passionately. Her nimble tongue kept moving in my mouth and sucking hard. The pair of huge, firm balls on her chest pressed me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. She was finally able to feel the sweetness of her long drought, and her eyes were full of lust. When I took off Sister Ying's T-shirt, she was wearing a black lace bra and bright red lace panties. The contrast was sharp and extremely sexy and seductive. I swallowed and couldn't wait to tear off her bra. What a pair of huge breasts! Maybe because it’s too big, it’s sagging a little, but it doesn’t affect its sexiness at all. I casually took a look at the label on the bottom of the bra and the size is 40C!

Sister Ying held up her big breasts with her hands and asked me if I liked it. But I didn't answer her, because my mouth was already sucking and biting that red date-like nipple desperately, and I felt it getting harder and harder. My hands were greedily and vigorously playing with the plump and elastic balls of flesh. Sister Ying was constantly panting and moaning, allowing me to treat her unique place almost roughly. But while I was indulging in the enjoyment, her hands were not idle either. She rubbed my thighs hard through my pants, and even reached into my sweatpants to hold and caress my penis. After a long while, she gently pushed me away and took off all my clothes. She also took off her underwear, staring at my penis, which was swollen and erect like a cannon, and kept caressing it with her hands. My fingers were also inserted into her vagina in a dense triangular jungle and kept moving, feeling it becoming more and more sticky. Sister Ying played with my penis for a while, then opened her mouth and sucked it, gently swirling her tongue around the glans, and gently grinding it with her teeth, which made me half dead! Soon I felt that I was about to come, so I told her to stop. When she was about to ride on me, I remembered to take out the condom. She asked me if I was scared. I shook my head and said I wasn't afraid, and asked her if she was afraid. She didn't answer, but had already sat on my penis, screaming, and then shaking and grinding it continuously. The pair of big breasts on her chest bounced up and down, making crackling sounds. At this moment, Sister Ying looked like a complete slut. She was after all a middle-aged woman who had given birth to a child, and her vagina had begun to relax, but because of this, the tight stimulation on my penis was not too great. I lay down and let her take the initiative. After a while, I saw her gasping for breath, her eyes rolled back, and she screamed loudly. I couldn't hold it anymore at this time, and I twitched violently and screamed too. We both reached orgasm. Soon, after I caught my breath, I took the initiative, laid her body on her stomach, and knelt down to penetrate her from behind. I felt this position was a little narrow, and I kept playing with her big meat balls vigorously with my hands, but she twitched again, and we both reached the extreme at the same time.

That night, Sister Ying and I slept naked on her small bed. She was hungry and I was eager, and we were satisfied again and again. We did it three times in total until I was exhausted.