【With a pregnant young woman】【End】 (Wife and mature adult novel)

The weather has become hot again recently. Whenever I go home, I can always see that the residents in the corridor have opened their doors for ventilation. When I am lucky, I can see girls wearing only thin underwear lying on the smooth wooden floor watching TV. When they are too focused, their vigilance against exposing their private parts is reduced.

Like me, they are outsiders in this city. Although their looks may not be outstanding, they are young and energetic. Even if you just look at them, you can fully feel the vitality emanating from their elastic and shiny skin. Their fully developed and perky breasts and buttocks make me want to grab them and knead them as much as I want.

But I didn't have the courage to break in, so in the end I could only keep my footsteps moving and try to ravage their bodies hastily with vicious glares as I passed by. When I returned to my room in this mood, I missed the young woman who lived across the street from me last summer very much.

That happened during the National Day holiday last year. I don’t like the crowds when traveling, and the weather was too hot, so I just stayed at home and played games. The place where I live is a small building renovated by local residents themselves. It is not a big place, but it is seven stories high. Each floor is divided into many small rooms, which are specially rented out to outsiders like me. I live on the top seventh floor. Half of this floor is empty. The landlord has only arranged some stone benches there to use as a terrace. Few people come up here. The other half has four rooms. Apart from mine, one is empty. The other two rooms are occupied by a man and a woman, but they both went home during the holidays. So these few days I was the only one on the entire rooftop, and I could walk around in my underwear without any worries, even if I had to run naked.

After playing the game for two days, I quickly got bored with the monotony. On the third day, when I went downstairs in my slippers to have lunch, I accidentally discovered that the door of the room diagonally opposite was completely open. There were some scattered beddings in the empty room. It was obvious that someone had just moved in. I couldn't help but feel more excited.

After returning from dinner, I curiously looked into the room again. The first thing that caught my eye was a full, round white ball, swaying gently along the perfect curve. When I realized that it was a very plump female buttocks, the impulse in my body was so strong that it lifted my shorts up a lot.

Judging from her body shape, it was a very plump and mature female body. She didn't notice my peeping at all. She knelt on the wooden floor very attentively, wiping the dust off it inch by inch. As her body moved, the half-length white dress she was wearing was stretched tightly, especially the buttocks facing me. The taut fabric between the two plump buttocks merged the two half-moons into a very perfect full moon, which became translucent due to the infiltration of sweat, and completely highlighted the outline of the white underwear underneath. As her body twisted, her entire buttocks swayed left and right, and the taut fabric made various shapes on her plump and soft huge mound of flesh, showing amazing elasticity.

I watched her in fascination for a long time, until she got up to clean the rag in the basin, then she tiptoed back to her room. When I opened the game again, I had no intention of playing it at all. My mind was filled with her twisting, plump curves, and my heart felt like it was on fire. I decided to go and take another look, even if it was just one more look. Unable to bear it any longer, I quietly walked to the door of the room and peeked in.

"Mom! There's someone..." Just as I took in the beautiful buttocks and before I could savor it, I heard a voice that frightened me. The young woman on the floor looked back, then immediately turned around like lightning and stood up, pulling down her tight skirt while looking at me very nervously. I looked back in the direction of the sound and found a little boy about five or six years old standing behind me licking an ice cream.

I suppressed the panic in my heart, smiled very kindly, and said, "This room has been empty for a long time. You just moved in. I live in the room over there, and I came over to say hello to you first." From the front, she had big breasts and a very beautiful face, a petite oval face, but with some charm of a mature woman. The burning desire made my heart burn even hotter, but there was a very peaceful and gentlemanly smile on my face. In this situation, the more generous I behaved, the better. Anyway, even if she suspected that I was peeping, I had no evidence.

The child came in through the door beside me and looked at me from behind his mother. The young woman calmed down and responded to me with a smile. After talking about plumbing, electricity, bathroom and other issues for a while, she felt more reassured about me. I guess it was largely because I looked like an honest type.

After that, I had to go back to my room with regret to play games, and spent another day like this. Although there was an extra pair of eyes over there, preventing me from peeking, I still paid close attention to the movements in that room. I couldn't sleep that night because I found that there was no one else there. Simply put, during this long National Day holiday, most families would try to reunite, but now only that young woman moved in with her child, and they chose such a small room. Are they getting divorced? Or separation? This question filled me with imagination.

I was daydreaming all night and couldn't sleep until the next morning. I got up and was brushing my teeth in the public bathroom when I suddenly heard footsteps approaching. I turned around and met the young woman face to face. She was wearing a pink pajamas with the buttons not fully buttoned. From the neckline, I could see most of her snow-white and pink breasts trembling slightly. Perhaps she didn't expect to meet someone so early in the morning, so she was surprised. She pulled her collar and hurried into the public restroom. I didn't dare to be too explicit. I just stared at her back as she left. Her plump and curvy buttocks were still very charming. Her swaying steps made my mouth water and my crotch felt uncomfortable.

Damn, I don’t know who her husband is. He leaves such a nice ass aside and unused. It’s such a waste of God’s gift. It’s so bloody. I spat out a mouthful of water in hatred to clear the foam in my mouth, then went to the bathroom to take out my brother to pee. However, the stimulation just now was too intense, and he was unyielding and ambitious and refused to soften his body, making it impossible for me to pee at all. I had to stand there and take deep breaths to relax my body.

As I took a breath in the narrow space of the bathroom, an inexplicable strange smell suddenly filled my chest. It was a bit like raw peanuts, but also a bit like fermented glutinous rice wine. In short, it was very complex and difficult to distinguish. But although my nose couldn't smell it, my brother could recognize it. He immediately became harder and taller, and made back and forth stabbing movements towards the air.

Fuck, this is the smell of that young woman just now, I really want to fuck her!

After pondering for a long time in the bathroom, I successfully relieved the pressure on my bladder. At the same time, I also carefully considered how to have sex with her. For a reclusive young woman, seduction is not a problem, but since she has a child, it is a problem. Even when I got back to my room, I still couldn't think of a good solution, so I just lay on the bed in a daze.

If the normal way doesn't work, I have to resort to the evil way. Do I have to sneak in at night? Not to mention that it's illegal, I won't unlock the door unless she doesn't close it. If only she had fallen asleep earlier and forgotten to close the door, I sighed. For her to forget to close the door before falling asleep, she must have taken sleeping pills... My heart began to beat rapidly and my eyes fell on the drawer, where there were all kinds of medicines I bought, including sleeping pills and even ether. I bought it a few days ago when I was too tired from work, but I was afraid of its anesthetic effect on the nerves, so I ended up not using it.

Rape! If you want to do it smoothly and without any trouble, this is definitely the best choice. Although I often see it in porn movies, this is the first time I do it myself. I closed my eyes and thought.

Raping a virgin may be troublesome, because no matter how you deal with it, she will still have to face the pain and swelling of her vagina being forcibly opened when she wakes up. However, for a mature young woman living alone, she will at most treat it as the wetness after a wet dream.

The investment is small, the risk is small, but the returns are huge. It is a win-win situation for everyone. This business is well worth doing.

After I had the idea, I immediately took action. I used mooncakes to pack the medicine. Since I don’t like sweets, I kept all the mooncakes given to me as gifts by customers. I didn’t throw them away because of the exquisite big boxes. But I believe that if such a sweet mooncake is used to hold medicine, most people will not be able to taste any strange smell in it.

The quantity cannot be too much, as it would cause trouble if there were leftovers. It cannot be too little either, as that would prevent the sleeping pills from being insufficient. In the end, I chose a box as big as a briefcase. It was obviously a high-end product, but it only contained eight small mooncakes. Next, I ground the sleeping pills in a spoon into powder and added just a little water to dissolve it. Finally, it became an extremely sticky white paste. I used a syringe to suck it into the six mooncakes and then slightly pinched the edge of the mooncakes to eliminate the needle holes.

After packing my equipment, I was playing the game absent-mindedly, but my ears were always focused on the movements in the other room. I was anxious and tormented, and I kept on torturing it until about 6 o'clock in the evening. Then I dressed neatly, secretly took the gift box and went out, and stayed outside until 8 o'clock before returning.

When I passed by the young woman's door, I stopped, symbolically knocked on her half-open door, and asked politely, "Hello? Is anyone there?" With the sound of knocking on the floor, the young woman walked over from the other side of the room. She was still wearing the white dress, with a look of confusion on her face.