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Hello, thank you for reading my first short story. My name is Carlos, I'm 39 years old, I'm 1.78 meters tall, and I weigh 75 kilograms. I'm light brown, I have a chest that is always highly praised by the women who see it. The story I'm telling here took place between the years of 1982 and 1986, from my 1st year to my 16th year, and serves to tell you the reasons that I think are the correct ones to justify my attraction to older women. And I say that I think these experiences narrated here are the real cause of this preference of mine, because many people who see me next to women up to 20 years older than me insist that I suffer from Oedipus complex, which I do not agree with at all, because in all my life I do not remember having any desire for my mother, nor do I even remember ever having an erection for her, including the rare occasions when I saw her naked. That is, even being an appreciator of stories about adult incest, and even intending to publish some intuitive contents because in the near future, I have a number of sexual stories in my life (mostly with female characters), but now we will go through these other events, including my sisters, and more recently, some of these stories will be passed on to me. My mother had always worked - since before I was born - as an educator, and she retired right around the time these events ended, in 1986, when I was 16 years old. But in 1982 (when I was 11 or 12 years old), my mother took up her last position as an educator before retiring, becoming principal of a state school that at that time offered only elementary education (grades 1 to 8). At the school my mother ran, there were only female employees (teachers, secretarial staff, etc.), some of them very young (around 20), but most of them were in their 40's. I was particularly impressed by three of these employees: Cristina (educational coordinator), Amélia (secretary), and Eliane (math teacher). Let's talk first about Cristina... Cristina was blonde, thin, short, with a guitar-like body, with medium breasts that were always free and loose under her normally unbuttoned blouses, and as her main characteristic I cite the fact that I have never seen her wearing a bra. Very nice and good actress in the performance of her coordinating role, always wanting to give a psychologist to the students, and I think mainly with me to pull the bag of the boss (my mother), Cristina aroused my attention on the countless occasions that she stooped down to talk to me, because at that time I was still quite small, even smaller than her. Every time she stooped down, she put two hands high in my hips, clutching some hugs that left my face to her stick, I looked down at her and saw her two unavoidable fingers completely covered in her shorts, always wanting to give a psychologist to the students, and I think mainly with me to pull the bag of the boss (my mother), Cristina aroused my tension on the countless occasions that she stooped down to talk to me, because at that time I was still very small, I could not stand up with my head down, but she was still very close to my thighs, she was still hugging my thighs, she was very hard, she was very close to my shoulders, she was very close to my thighs, she was very close to my thighs, she was very tight, she was very tight, she used to my thighs were very tight, she was very thin, she was very thin, she was very thin, she was very thin, she was very thin, she used to me, she was very thin, she was very thin, even during the first of course, she had a little, she was, she had a little, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she had, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, she was, was, was, she was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was, was With the passing of time (a few months), she started talking to me about more sensitive subjects, always in that professional way doing nothing but her role, giving me to understand that she would talk in the same way to any other student at the school. She started talking about masturbation, asking if I knew what it was, if I practiced it, how often I punched myself, if there was involvement with third parties (making it clear that she imagined that I would have punch sessions with other boys, saying that it was common, but showing concern because I should not do such a thing). I told her the whole truth ... I had started punching only about six months before I met her, when I was in the fifth grade at another school. I learned what punching was when a student much older than me (he must have been about 16) made me want to know about the subject, which I had heard so much about but had no idea what it was. He first spoke, then proposed that we go to the woods behind the school to show me exactly how punching was done, so that no one could see us. Arriving in the woods, and making sure that no one was around, he didn't take long to lower his pants and grab his finger and carefully start a punch using only two fingers, getting close so that I could see all the details in it. He wasn't circumcised, his dick was much bigger than my other boy's (but exaggerated), so he gave his dick to me as he was punching, and then he turned to me and asked me to do it, and of course when I looked at his skin, he told me that we would do it, and then I turned to his dick, and I said that I would make sure that we would do it. That night, after spending the whole afternoon in the dilemma of whether or not to punch a woman, and having had a hard-on since I was having my class just before lunch, I decided to give it a try. I went to the bathroom, laid my face towel on the floor next to the stall, lay down on it, and took off my clothes. I started to punch slowly, also using only two fingers, because that's how I'd been taught, and I didn't even think the right thing to do was to close my whole hand on the dick... My pleasure was incredible, unusual, new, better than any other feeling I'd ever felt before. No. I took a long time to enjoy it, finding the orgasm super pleasurable at the same time, but also uncomfortable, because I was forcibly stopped by the ultra-punchiness it caused. For a few more months, I was enjoying it without ejaculating. In the holidays between fifth grade and my start at the school where my mother was headmistress, I started participating in the collective punching sessions with the neighborhood girl. These sessions involved at least 10 boys at the same time, who shared pages of porn magazines, and punched each other several times in a row, but without touching each other. As I became familiar with it, I discovered the use of the whole hand, which gave me a much better pleasure when I did it for the first time. I also learned that one or two of those guys would have a nasty punch when they were alone with another boy who was in the end. I soon found a way to be alone with Caesar, a younger boy (I think he was about 10 years old at the time), several boys who were all hesitant to punch, many of them said that he would punish them, and not give it to them until they cried. Being alone with Caesar, I immediately proposed to him a bastard, but I was soon putting to him that I would not do anything in return for him, because from an early age I had an aversion to the idea of touching another man. He got on my sweet ass, and said that he would only do on me what I would also do on him later. But I was winding him up one way and another, saying that I would only decide even after he showed me how those things were ... I took off my clothes, and the stranger changed his colors to see my super hard cock there in front of him. He also took off my clothes, and began to punch me, but I was only going to punch my side, because I did not like the position of the head. Then I was complaining that everyone who had seen the head before had fucked him, because at that time he was still trying to give me some of his skin, and that was why the body was different from his, while my head was always shining, and I was able to take it out of his mouth. But I was winding him up one way and another, saying that I would only decide even after he showed me how those things were ... I took off my clothes, and the stranger changed his colors to see my super hard cock there in front of him. He also took off my clothes, and began to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he said that I was only going to the sides, but he was going to punch me by the sides, but he was going to punching me, but he said that I was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to the sides, but I was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was going to punch me, but he was not, but he was not, but I did not, and I was not, and I was not, but I did not, and I did not, but I did not, but I did not, but I did not, and I was not, but I was not, and I did not, and I did not. Until many years later I never had any homosexual contact, a fact that did not happen again until I was already 30 years old, which I will tell on another occasion. When I told all this to Cristina, in all the details, it was easy to notice that she had become super excited listening. She kept asking and pressing me to make sure that it had been so, until she was convinced and then she began to praise me for having the intelligence not to have found acting as a homosexual, and especially for not having any more contacts of that type. After talking about this, she gave me one of those hugs with cheek on my hard cock, and for the first time she took an extra slap, moving her face up and down on my hard cock, as if she was punching me with her cheek. It took a lot longer than usual, and I could not help but let out a few moans of pleasure, then I noticed that she was using a stick of her hands to rub her cock over my thighs while giving me that hug. When I used my hands to press her head harder against my dick, she immediately ducked and stood up, and said that she had loved the chat, that we would talk again soon. From then on, I began to act much more aggressively towards Cristina. When we met, I would hug and kiss her face, always trying to make my lips stick as close as possible to hers. And my hugs were always super tight, taking the opportunity to press and rub my penis against her legs. Only a few days after I had told her my sexual experiences up to that point, I told her that I needed to tell her something new. She immediately crouched down in front of me, as usual, and gave me her first hug in person. She asked what it was, saying she was super curious. I told her that she had started to ejaculate when she was having fun, and that she was finding it great because the pleasure of orgasm had increased with ejaculation. But then she said that she was worried about the subject, and she always wanted to know if my ejaculate was normal, and she took the opportunity to ask me anything else, and I said that I could give her a hug. I was asking about how the stick should be in terms of quantity, color, consistency.... she replied with another question, wanting to know how mine was. I told her that it was super sticky, that it was difficult to wash because when in contact with water it looked like it turned into a glue, and that it was whitish, and that I didn't know for sure how much, but that I should fill at least two tablespoons of the big ones.... clearly excited, she was telling me that I could be calm because it was exactly as it should be. And she asked if I was sneezing too far... I told her that yes, that sometimes I had had some jets that even hit the wall of the bathroom, behind my head... she seemed amazed, and failed me explicitly for the first time: I was going to see it happen... begging me not to do it, she told me that she could show it any time she wanted, but then she gave me that upside down hug, and I fell out. It had been 10 months since I had started this conversation with Cristina, and the school year was almost over. We had a party at school, I don't remember exactly what we were celebrating, but it was on a Saturday night, with disco and everything. I think I only went because my mother was the principal, because I have the impression that it was only for the eighth grade people. Since all the girls at the party were much older than me, no one gave me a ball, and I even took some out and invited some to dance when I played some slow music. I stood in a corner with my face tied, suddenly Cristina invites me to slow dance with her. At the time I opened my face, I immediately grabbed her and took her to the middle of the hall. Until then, it was the best and biggest joke I had ever taken in my life. We stood there cowering and I even passed my hand on her butt and breasts, she pretending that she did not want that, until finally I took my hands and put them on her butt, telling me in my ear that her breasts could not touch because it was too visible. I invited her out to the backyard for a soda, which she did, and just as we were leaving, I managed to get her to the opposite side of the one where the drinks and snack stalls were, heading for the school's sports field, which at that time was obviously in the thick of it. She kept saying no, wanting to go back to the party, but I didn't take long to push her against the wall of the school and then do (almost) everything I dreamed of: tongue kiss, hold hands and suck her breasts, put my hand under her little dress and feel her wet and pulsating, super stout and fleshy xana, which gave me the impression of having taken a lot of blowjob before, being super wide. But I stayed only on the panties, I didn't get to put my fingers in it, because right after she had shaken the whole body and got much wetter than before right on my hand, in what was probably the first orgasm I proposed to a woman, she was right about going back to the party because someone might like our absence, or worse, someone might catch us. She said that we could all go back to her without talking. But first she hesitated to do anything while she was poking her little finger in my mouth, she couldn't reach it, super stout and fleshy, which gave me the impression of having taken a lot of blowjob before, being super wide. But I just stood on the panties, I didn't get to put my fingers in it, because it was the first orgasm I probably offered to the woman, but it was the first orgasm I offered to the woman, and she was right about to go right about going back to the party, and it, but it was the first orgasm, but it was the first orgasm I probably the first orgasm I offered to the woman, The holidays came, and I didn't see Cristina again until February of the following year. As I had grown quite a bit since meeting her, and was now about her height, the conversations with her crouched stopped happening... In the next two years we had a few light sex sessions (no penetration or oral sex) in this period, especially because I was already initiated in the subject and started making fun of the two other crowns of the school (Amélia and Eliane), as well as some of the girls in the neighborhood as well, and in this way I stopped forcing the bar for Cristina, who I only kissed when the occasion arose naturally. When I was 15 years old, and I was no longer studying at the school where my mother was the principal, I was going home one afternoon when I ran into Cristina leaving the school to go away. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and she seemed to be enchanted by my appearance, now quite masculine, and as she hugged me she was saying "my, how you are a big boy, how beautiful you are, Carlos". I immediately remembered all our past whores, and then I was tapping her with my hard stick, and I said in her ear: "there is something that has also grown quite a lot, do you want to see?" She didn't even think about it and went straight to the top and told us to go to her house (she lived alone with her mother, already old), in her car. Without blinking, I got into her car, and as she was rushing to her house, I was passing my hand on Cristina's pocket over the jeans she was wearing, and she was moaning with pleasure, but as I was very limited by the rigidity of the jeans, I was unbuttoning her pants and tearing them until I could stand face to face with that little white lace panties, very small, from which some thick, hairy combs were jumping out. I stuck my hand inside the panties, and I could notice for the first time how combed they were (I think in those days - the '80s - it was not so common for women to shave). I put my fingers in the living room, masturbating her until she was still enjoying herself, and when we got to her bedroom, she was still enjoying herself, and she was getting ready to open the door, and she was driving me back to the car, very quickly, where some thick, hairy combs were leaping out. I put my hand inside the panties, and I could see for the first time how combed they were. It's good to clarify that at that time of the championship I was no longer a virgin (I'll tell this another time). And I threw everything at Cristina, because I would only leave after fucking her until we could no longer. And it was not surprising to me that she did not oppose any resistance, and while I took off her clothes she was soon taking off mine in reverse, and before long we were naked in front of each other. I went straight from my mouth into her thick thighs, and stuck my tongue into that mouthpiece, focusing my tongue on the clitoris, with quick movements up and down, sometimes applying strong pressure with my tongue, sometimes quite gently, while my fingers were penetrating her xana and sometimes caressing her butt, and I stayed in this for about an hour, during which time I got several orgasms in a row from her, it must have been at least five... I must say that Cristina was not very fond of sucking, although the look of her xana was super appetizing, she didn't smell very good, and she had a taste a bit too acidic for my taste. Then I wanted to get a cuddle, too, so I got up and stood while she sat on the couch, and then she went down on my dick with a lot of voluptuousness, and at this point she was excellent, and it wasn't until many years later that I got mouthpieces comparable to hers. It was my first experience with deepthroat, and she swallowed my dick all the way down, and I could feel her head going down her throat, and her tongue being used to lick my bag while the dick was buried up to the tail in her mouth, her nose pressed against my combs. In about five minutes she almost drowned with so much shit that I poured into that mouth, some jets certainly hitting right into her stomach because they were released right when my dick was all buried in her throat. Still at the typical age so that my dick wouldn't drop, as soon as I relaxed a little bit from the fun I was forcing her to sit on all fours on the couch, and sticking my face in the middle of that cute bundle of hers to lick and lubricate a little more that hottie without losing the opportunity to stick my tongue deep inside her ass too, tearing out a lot of moans from her. Soon after leaving a lot of saliva in the ass and in the bottle, I pointed my dick to the old lady and buried it in one blow, making her even give a scream of desire (it wasn't painful, because actually that bottle had already taken a lot before, it was super wide), and I kept hitting it with anger and strength, going afterwards practically taking pleasure in it quickly until I hit it again, and it didn't take long for her to enjoy her dick again. After having licked it on my anal finger a few times, I managed to turn it around and expose the sex a little bit more without losing the opportunity to stick my tongue deep inside her ass, too, tearing out a lot of moans from her. Soon after leaving a lot of saliva in the ass and in the bottle, I pointed my dick towards the old lady and buried it in one blow, making her scream of desire to scream until she had actually eaten that bottle before, and it, it was super wide, and I kept hitting it hard and hitting it with anger and hitting it hard, then I kept it hard, then I was practically taking the tail out the dick out the tail, and it out, and then I was practically pulling the dick out the dick, and it, and it was practically, and it was hard, and it was almost like, and it was pretty much less fun, but it was hard, and it took until I had a little bit of course, but I had a little bit of course, but I had a little bit of pleasure. I took the stick out of the bottle and I was already putting my head on my ass, and to my delight she turned her face to me and said "come my hard-on, put this dick there go, you can put", and the immediate result was I gave a real kick with my body against hers, to which she responded, and thus allowing me at once only to bury the whole cock in Cristina's butt, my balls leaning and rubbing in that wet bush of hers.... I was buried there for a while, when she took that spike manifested initial pain, but then she took her hand to xana and kept masturbating while she began to ask to fuck her ass.... I started to put everything in and take it out forcefully, quickly, in long and deep strokes, until less than 2 minutes of fucking that cock, so I made her laugh as she was about to turn the first cock out of her mouth, and make the neck of my cock fall down again for a long time.... After that fuck, I saw Cristina a few times until I moved out of the city a few years later, and we never climbed again. Even though I never forgot her, and continued to punch her in homage with a certain frequency, I spent years without any news of her. In 2004, after having spent 9 years living abroad, I returned to Brazil and by a lot of coincidence I ended up going to work in my hometown. And shortly after this my return, I went to refuel the car and when I paid the bill in the convenience store of the post, I met Cristina. Now sixty years later, with visible marks of ageing, but maintaining a super fat body, a few years more fat than she was 20 years ago, every time Cristina saw me she ran out of the balcony and hugged me with joy, a strong dick, and it still showed me a better memory that my head was always on top of my head. We had been together for a long time, and after that, I told her that we had been together for a long time, and after that, we had been together for a long time, and after that, we had been together for a long time, and after that, we had been together for a long time, and after that I had a long time, I had a hard time with her, and after that I had a long time with her, we were together for a long time, and after that I had a long time with her, and then I had a big hug, and then I went back to my own house. This was the story of Cristina, in the next story I will tell the story of Amelia.... Give him a hug.