Chapter 46: Yana: Can You Help Me Forget About My Husband? (R-18)

Even lying down, they remained firm without sagging or spreading apart, a testament to their amazing elasticity despite their maturity.

Her areolas were so small they were barely visible, and her nipples were as beautiful as pearls, a rosy red like fresh flowers, exuding an irresistible temptation that made you want to take them in your mouth and savor them.

Nicknamed "Big Milk Cow," they were the ultimate fantasy for countless men, students and teachers alike. Yana was the subject of so many men’s wet dreams; she probably had no idea herself...

Wherever she was, men’s eyes would uncontrollably fixate on her.

Her skin was incredibly fair, like tender tofu, crystal clear and lovely. The only imperfection was a faint scar on her lower abdomen, likely from childbirth.

As a slightly plump, full-figured woman, her waist was naturally a little soft, but it was nowhere near obese or flabby, just that pure, mature, voluptuous beauty.

Her buttocks were large and round, her legs long though not model-proportioned, but with a perfection all their own.

Such a full, alluring figure, paired with that perfect pair of huge breasts, pushed the seduction and sexual tension of a mature woman to the absolute limit.

Ryan let out a rough breath, his eyes turning red in an instant. Both of his hands reached out and grabbed them.

Each massive breast was impossible to hold with one hand, maybe even two hands could barely cover one.

With a gentle squeeze, they felt as soft as water balloons. With a little more pressure, he could see the flesh spilling out between his fingers.

Yana bit her lower lip and let out a soft moan. Her eyes instantly misted over, and her breathing quickened.

"Mom, don’t mention him anymore..."

"I didn’t want to worry you, but he tricked a bunch of lenders into giving him loans and then ran off. He’s probably never coming back."

Yana tried to keep her voice steady, but the tremble was obvious, even her lips quivering slightly.

Her eyes flickered with anger, then softened as she looked at this young, inexperienced boy in front of her.

The look in the mature woman’s eyes, so soulful, so expressive, made Ryan’s heart skip a beat. While kneading the breasts he had always dreamed of, he leaned over her.

He stuck out his tongue, lewd and wanton, and licked her trembling lips.

Her face was flushed, from the alcohol, from the passion, from the excitement. Yana herself couldn’t tell anymore.

But she didn’t avoid him or resist. She breathed softly, her eyes gradually growing dazed, and said into the phone: "Mom, don’t worry. This friend of mine is especially reliable. I trust him with all my heart."

"He... is way more dependable than my husband."

As she said that, her trembling little hand reached up and touched Ryan’s face, with a hint of maternal tenderness, as if performing a solemn ceremony of acceptance.

She hung up the phone, set it aside softly, wrapped her arms around Ryan’s neck, and gently kissed him first, murmuring with emotion: "Can you help me forget about him?"

"I can even make you forget about yourself..."

The fire burned in an instant. Too many years of suppression, at this age, when desire burned like a wolf, she needed a powerful release.

Yana moaned and closed her eyes, parting her lips to offer her tongue. Ryan naturally took it into his mouth, sucking greedily while his hands kneaded her huge breasts roughly.

Their naked bodies tangled together, rolling on the bed. They kissed until they were almost breathless before reluctantly parting, their lips even aching from the intensity.

The alcohol had made both their bodies burning hot. Ryan immediately lowered himself to her chest, kneading with both hands, and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Gently... ah..."

Yana’s soft moans were full of passion. Her body was sensitive too, and now her desire was stirred, a heat spreading through her.

Ryan took her hand and guided it down to his crotch. Yana, eyes dazed, began stroking his erection... Young, full of vigor, as hard and hot as iron, it awakened the instincts and desires she had suppressed for years.

"Ms. Yana..."

Ryan grunted impulsively, a hint of bloodshot in his eyes now. His only thought was to completely possess this exquisite body.

The ashamed wife and mother, even though she had stopped being coy, was still nervous about cheating for the first time, especially with her own student.

She instinctively pressed her legs together, shielding her most private place. That address, "Ms. Yana", made her feel both ashamed and a strange, depraved thrill.

Seeing the desire burning in the man’s eyes, Yana bit her lower lip, relaxed, and spread her legs with a hint of shame.

Ryan didn’t hesitate at all. He knelt and positioned her legs into an M-shape, propping a pillow under her plump bottom.

The mature woman’s pubic hair was sparse, barely a thin line, almost giving her a girlish look.

Her mound was as full and lush as the rest of her body, like a clean, pale abalone. Her labia were thick like succulent plants, yet especially beautiful.

Pale with touches of pink, they pulsed faintly, looking incredibly fresh, with a pearl-like clitoris visible.

Nestled between her lips was a tiny opening, so small you’d wonder if even a finger could fit inside.

Her pink inner flesh was wet and quivering, her arousal already flowing, thick with the scent of desire. Ryan couldn’t help swallowing hard.

Yana said with a hint of shame, "Don’t... don’t stare..."

"No, Ms. Yana, just keep them open like this. I want to look properly. It’s so beautiful."

Even though he had been intimate with Anna, this was Ryan’s first time seeing a woman’s lower body.

The allure of that most mysterious place was irresistible, and it was so beautiful, even prettier than what he’d seen in porn videos.

Not only was her mound as pink and lovely as a young girl’s, even her anus was twitching nervously, making you want to defile and tease that sensitive spot.

Yana, shy and nervous, resigned herself and closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, her huge breasts rising and falling with each breath.

The man’s hot breath blew against her vulva, bringing a stimulation she had never felt before. She trembled with shame and felt herself getting even wetter.

"No... don’t..."

Ryan instinctively, almost reflexively, leaned in to kiss this honeyed place that was about to become his.

But Yana immediately clamped her legs shut and said, trembling with shame, "Ryan..."

Ryan was thrilled beyond measure. The enchanting beauty before him was the fantasy of so many male students.

"Ryan... don’t do that... I... I still need time to get used to this."

Yana reached out with a trembling hand, gently tugging at Ryan’s arm, and said in a pleading, trembling voice, "Come on... first... first make your teacher your woman."

What man could resist such temptation? Ryan breathed heavily as he adjusted his position, once again parting her closed legs.

Yana obediently spread her legs, gazing dazedly as the man drew closer. That unfamiliar, yet rock-hard shaft that filled her with anticipation was approaching her vulva.

Ryan told himself not to be so impatient. He held the head of his penis and began rubbing it against her labia, her clitoris... up and down, back and forth, coating it with her hot love juices.

"You little devil... teasing your teacher like this... it’s so tingly!!"

Yana moaned softly.

"Ms. Yana, you’re so wet... do you really want me to put it in?"