Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Singapore fling

Codes; m/F

Summery; A teenage American boy in Singapore finds fulfilment in the arms of an old Chinese madame

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Singapore fling;

It was an incredibly long flight; I got to Singapore with terrible pains in my shoulder. My dad met me at the airport.

I barely even knew him; it was the first time I'd seen him in years, and everything was a bit weird.

We hugged hesitantly and got in a taxi. I'd never been out of the US before, and everything seemed different; the air was humid and hot, the lights all garish, and there was a cacophony of different languages.

It was late evening, so we dropped off my bags at the hotel and he took me to the restaurant next door for dinner.

Then I saw Huan.

She was the waitress, but looked more like a fashion model. Everything about her was beauty; her tall slim figure, her perfect pale skin, her electric blue kimono, and her amazing hair hanging in a perfect straight flood of black to her waist.

"Hey honey, meet my son James." Dad said with irritating familiarity.

"Herro." She said with a smile that could bring about world peace. I almost broke into a laugh, but managed to swallow it back. I had no idea people really had accents like that; I'd soon get used to it of course.

Huan served us with a natural grace that was nearly hypnotic; of course a woman like her was completely beyond the hope of a 16 year old boy like me. It was a privilege just to be able to watch her  as she served.

"Huan, James has some back pain." Dad said to her as she brought desert, "Do you know where he can get a massage?"

"Yes, street behind, number 45." She said, "You like I make appointment? Charge to the hotel, no need cash."

So the next morning I stumbled out into the hot street to look for the place. I found the door; it was unmarked and looked just like the other residential buildings on the street. Hesitantly, I rang the bell.

The door was opened by a middle aged woman, in a kimono.

I should mention that I never saw other women in kimonos in Singapore. On the street people were dressed just like everywhere else.

Anyway, the woman who opened the door wore a plain grey one, not like the gleaming blue embroidered one Huan wore in the restaurant. Her hair was thick and black, bound to the back of her head. Her breasts large, and her face creased yet friendly. She was short and a bit wide.

"You James?" she asked. "Come inside, girls are not here this early. What you want, massage?"

"My shoulder hurts." I told her nervously. Girls? What kind of massages were normally performed here then? I'd obviously been sent to a whore house.

The woman nodded. "Ok." She said, "Come, I'll take care of you."

Her English was better than the waitress's; the older woman still had an accent, but it was much softer.

She led me down a narrow hallway and into a carpeted room with a massage table. The table was waist high, sturdy, narrow, and had a hole for the face, so it was possible to lie face down. The masseuse handed me a white towel and indicated a curtained off corner.

"Undress and put this towel around yourself." She said, opening a closet to get a fresh cover for the table.

I felt pretty nervous, but there was no reason for it. I did as instructed, quickly pulling my penis under my belly as I lay down.

Looking through the hole, all I could see was the floor as her hands touched me for the first time. Warm, friendly hands, soft yet strong. The hands of a woman who knew what a man needed to feel. She poured some oil on me, squeezed my sore shoulder, then my neck. She moved down my back, expertly searching out each muscle in turn. She pulled the towel away and massaged my ass too. I couldn't tell if it was sexual or not. She rubbed my legs and lifted my feet to really go at them. Sometimes it hurt a little. She might be an old prostitute, she might not, I thought to myself; either way, she sure knew how to give a massage, and it felt very good.

We talked; I told her I was here to be with my dad for the summer. He was opening an office in town for his company.

She told me she was the manager and didn't normally serve the customers herself. Her daughter worked at the hotel, only a waitress even though she was very well educated. Huan of course.

I felt the towel being placed across my rear again.

"Roll over." She said.

I hesitated because I was a little bit swollen at the groin. But there was nothing to do about that, so I just did as she told me. It must have been pretty obvious under there, but the towel stayed in place as she put her hands on my face and gently pinched my eyebrows, then my ears, then moved down my neck, chest, arms, hands, and fingers. I tried to relax my cock, but I could feel that it was still half engorged.

I opened my eyes to look at her. Her face seemed softer to me than it had at first; she was a good looking woman, in her way. She glanced at my face and smiled slightly. Her hands were wrapped around my right thigh, and I felt a sudden pulse in my cock that caused the towel to lift a little. She looked at the tented spot and the corners of her mouth lifted a little more.

"Excitable boy." She said kindly, and reached in with one hand. "Big boy." She added as her fingers wrapped around it.

No one but me had ever touched it before; I almost came off the table with the unexpected blast of wild pure pleasure of that simple touch.

She took the towel away and stoked my cock with her oiled hand. I was hard of course, completely stiff.

"You have some tension there." She said with mock concern. Her big breasts swayed in her kimono with her movements as she pulled on me.

"You have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No." I said.

"For you first time?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Hmmmm." She said, taking my balls in her other hand.

I almost blew, but she let go just before I lost control. She carried on with the massage, as if my cock wasn't pulsing with desire on my stomach. Every now and then, she grabbed it for a few seconds, giving me a few strokes with her hand. She knew how to tease it, to keep me on the edge. It was the most incredible experience of my young life.

Finally, she took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, and expertly jerked me off. I looked into her face as she did it, she looked back at me with a tolerant smile as I came in her soft, capable hands. She caught it all with a wad of tissues as I grunted and shivered with release.

"If you come tomorrow same time, I can help you more." She said as I dressed. I looked at her; she was so small and curvy. I knew what she was, yet I felt a real warmth for her.

"How was the massage?" dad asked when I got back to our room.

"Good." I said guardedly. "The pain is almost gone."

"The women here know how to look after a man." He said.

"She said I should go back tomorrow." I suggested.

"It's on expenses, you can go every day if you want." He said.

So the next morning I was on the table again. The massage was pretty much the same; we talked some more while she worked me.

She had come to Singapore from Macau when she was 16. She worked as a 'massage girl' for ten years, sending most of the money she earned back to her family in China. Then she'd found a patron, and been his mistress. He was the father of Huan, but he had a legitimate family so everything had to be kept quiet.

Lian opened her kimono and exposed her big breasts; she squeezed them around my cock and rubbed the soft sensitive flesh up and down. I looked into her face; she smiled, her dark eyes crinkling with pleasure, real or feigned. Her mouth pursed slightly, as if to offer a kiss. Her big soft oiled breasts against my penis felt too good, her smile was friendly and sexy. She wanted me to come, her dark slanted eyes were begging me for my spunk. My stomach fluttered and my mind emptied out through my cock, I grabbed her face in my hands and locked eyes with her as I came.

The third morning, she went down on me. She let her hair loose, it was long and thick yet somehow tangled and imperfect. There were strands of grey in the black mass. I ran my fingers through it, as her dark eyes sucked me with greater effect than her mouth. Her lips moved up and down my cock with a perfection of sensation I'd never dreamed of. She sucked on me, making my cock bulge with power in her experienced old mouth. She did it slow, then fast, then slow again.

She fondled my balls as I pumped it out. Her eyes were half closed as she stared at me, sucking and swallowing, pulling my cock and balls with her experienced fingers as she emptied me.

I had mixed feeling about it afterwards; I'd always thought I'd date a girl for a while, have some sort of relationship first, all that romantic shit. Lian wasn't a real beauty, but she sure knew what she was doing. It was good to start with an experienced woman, I told myself.

The fourth day, She took me to a different room. A bedroom. Like before, the big place was deserted but for the two of us.

She let her kimono slide off her shoulders, to the floor. She was naked. Her body was wide and curvaceous, her breasts hung low yet generously full. Her hair was down, long and black to her waist, tangled and wild compared to her daughter's perfect style. She had no pubic hair. There was a scar across her lower belly where her baby had been removed long ago.

"Take off your clothes." She said quietly.

She stepped against me, trapping my penis between her thighs. She kissed me, her breasts against my young chest; I lifted my hands up her back, surprised at the pleasure of her warm soft skin against my palms.

My cock had been in her mouth, but my tongue hadn't. She was short and old, a prostitute before I was born. We kissed passionately, as she took my hard cock in her hand.

"I am Madame here, I don't do this." She said. "Only for you. Special boy. Big boy."

We fell onto the bed, kissing and touching. I sucked her huge nipples, she opened her legs and pulled my penis to her wet waiting vagina. I pushed it into her, and her body welcomed me, offered me a home to keep my cock. She gripped me tight, below and above. The pleasure of her middle aged body was astonishing ; her skin on my skin was electrifying, her wet tight vagina gripping my cock was so weird and primal. Her hands on my back and ass were a palpable signal of acceptance, and her alien eyes never wavered. I kissed her mouth, and the extra stimulus almost made me come.

I pumped the old Chinese woman, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I felt wonderful, thrilled to be there, on her, in her, with her. She grunted and gripped my ass with her fingers, lifting her pelvis to meet my thrusts.

She tensed and started to come. It was incredible, wild, and real.

"Come now!" she cried, reaching under her thigh to grab my balls "Come inside me, same time!"

And I did. We shared that powerful simultaneous orgasm together, and she wasn't an old whore and I wasn't a young mark. We were a man and a woman in a moment of utter perfection.

As the spasms faded, her eyes softened along with my cock.

"Very nice, very good." She said, her head on my chest, "You good boy, you come tomorrow."

"You bet." I said.

"You are sixteen?" she said, "That was the first time for me since almost sixteen years. First time since you were born."

"Why? I mean, why didn't you?"

"It was my job." She said. "I never liked it much. Sometimes, yes. But usually no. So I just didn't do it anymore."

Her admission was nearly as intimate as the sex; it never even occurred to me to question the truth of her statement. Until today, I have no way of knowing if she was just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear.

"I like it with you." She continued quietly, "So passionate, young, handsome, big boy!"

She snuggled against me and I held her vulnerable curvy body tight.

"Girls coming soon, I have to start work." She declared, pulling away.

It had only been a half hour, and I was back at the hotel earlier than usual. I opened the door of our room and froze.

I was looking into the eyes of Huan, the waitress, daughter of the woman I'd just had sex with. Beautiful, perfect, unattainable Huan; her gleaming hair was swinging around her body. She was wearing a simple tee shirt, her little tits were protruding a bit. Her arms were tense and straight down, I couldn't see her hands. One long leg was visible to me, naked and barefoot. Her groin was hidden by the armrest of the sofa, so her other leg had to be bent on the cushion... she was gyrating. I could see a pair of knees in the air behind her.

I realized she was sitting on my father's face. Her hands had to be holding his head. She stared into my eyes, her mouth quivering. She was coming.

For a few moments, I couldn't move. I just stared back at her lovely face, unwillingly sharing her moment. Then I found my will and withdrew, closing the door quietly.

I had sex with Huan's mother Lian every day for the next month. She taught me things; valuable lessons I still cherish.

I was always careful not to get back to the room too early, in case dad and Huan were doing it in there. I only saw her at diner in the restaurant, when she served us. Always perfect, slightly flirtatious yet cool and professional. It was hard to believe she'd given herself to my father, even though I'd seen it with my own eyes.

The old woman and I talked and fucked for an hour or two every day. She told me wild stories, and I told her things I'd never told anyone. Sometimes we talked the whole time. Once or twice, we fucked the whole time.

I couldn't avoid loving her, even though I knew it was pointless. We never used a condom together, but she made me promise I'd always use one when I was with other girls.

I met the younger girls who worked there; a couple of them were very pretty. I would have liked to have a go with them, but Lian made sure that never happened. I kind of liked the way she thought of me as her own, it made me feel oddly secure.

I flew home, back to real life. School and girls my age who kept their clothes on and their hands to themselves.

Part 2; coming back again

Dad had told me he had an apartment now, but not that Huan was living there with him. She was his secretary too, so she went to the office with him in the mornings.

She looked fabulous in her smart business clothes; so elegant and sophisticated compared to the lovely but somewhat demeaning kimono she used to wear as a waitress. She was 6 years older than me, and 30 years younger than dad.

I walked down to the massage bordello and found Lian sitting outside with a cup of coffee.

"James!" she said with a wide smile, "Come, sit with me!"

We talked for a while, catching up. Then she invited me in.

"I'm not staying at the hotel anymore." I told her, "I have no way to pay you."

She looked disappointed. She looked down for a moment, frowning, then looked up and smiled.

"No money, no massage." She said, "Only sex!"

She laughed and grabbed my hand to pull me inside.

She pulled off her skirt and underwear, then her shirt. Her big breasts hung in a heavy bra, and other than that and the thick gold chain around her neck, she was naked. As I stripped out of my clothes, I noticed that she now had a thick bush of straight black pubic hair between her pudgy thighs.

She grabbed my cock and kissed my mouth hungrily.

"So big boy, where have you put this since we were last together? You must have had girls in America."

"No, I told you I didn't."

"Me also, no lovers since you." I believed her; maybe I shouldn't have, but I was only seventeen at the time.

She held the small of my back in one hand as she urgently pumped my cock with the other. I reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and after some efforts her big glorious tits swung free. I lifted one to suck the nipple, and then we fell into the waiting bed.

The old woman got on top of me, sliding herself down my pole. She smiled in satisfaction, and proceeded to bump and grind. Her breasts and long hair bounced together, then in opposition. Her belly was a bit loose, but her vagina was tight. I held her breasts in my hands and pinched her huge nipples.

She grunted and groaned happily as she rode me.

How many men had sucked them? And at least one child, now my dad's girl. Her movements became more urgent, and finally, she came. I hadn't done anything yet, all I did was lie there. She clutched my shoulders, heaving and huffing with pleasure.

 I looked into her dark slanted eyes; this old woman, my father's lover's mother, whore, madame, whatever. Damn, she was hot. She leaned down with her palms on my shoulders, her hair falling around me as she stared at me, grunting and quivering, her old body gripping my young cock as tight as a fist.

I lifted her up and we both rolled over so I was on top. I gave it to her long and hard, pausing to kiss her mouth, pushing my tongue as deep as I could. I wanted to consume her, dominate her, own her.

We came together, her hands tight on my ass as I pumped her full of my hot American semen.

We lay there together afterwards for a while, just touching quietly.

"I have to work." She said after a while. "Girls come soon, then customers."

"Me too, I'm supposed to meet Huan at dad's office."

"Don't tell her... about us." Her mother implored me.

"Of course not." I assured her as I got out of the bed. I couldn't help but wonder what else would happen in it before the day was through. Anyway, I helped change the sheets before I left.

Dad was out with some clients, so I hung out with Huan as she typed out sales offers in several languages, answered the phone, and filed things. I let her show me how she did things so I could help.

We talked as if I'd never looked into her eyes as she came, as if she weren't my dad's girlfriend and I weren't her mother's lover. She was sexy and smart, I liked her.

I went out early every morning, and helped Lian clean and tidy the massage parlor. We'd talk while we worked, but not while we fucked; which we spent a lot of time doing.

She asked me if I liked her better with her groin shaved; when I said I did, she told me I should shave her. It was intimate, fun, and sexy; and I loved to lick her snatch when it was all smooth. She held my face and steered me to where she wanted me to go, urging me to do it faster, and harder.

"Tongue is a muscle." She told me, "You have to train it to make it strong, just like pussy. Then you make great pleasure."

So I did, spending at least a half hour with my face between her thighs every day. She was right; before long, I had no trouble and could flick it up and down for ages without tiring.

"You feel this?" she asked me later when my penis was inside her. I felt her vagina contract around me in that way of hers. "Feels good? Exercise, practice." She told me. "I can hold you tight with my pussy, most older women are like loose sacks. You'll find out... young girls are tight but not for long unless they have training. Now fuck me hard, and don't come until I tell you."

"Not yet, no, not yet." She grunted after a few minutes  as I made her come, "Don't stop, don't slow down!"

"Ok; now!" she declared later, as she came again. And we came together in a hot blast of carnal intensity.

I started working on learning Chinese and Malay. Huan used three different keyboards for different scripts; I had huge admiration for her level of education. While her mother trained me in the art of sex, Huan taught me a few more mainstream skills.

Lian sucked my cock like her life depended on it, and challenged me to keep myself from coming as she fingered my ass. I got pretty good, but when she pushed her finger in it always set me off. The feeling was so weird, so alarmingly sexual.

"No!" she admonished me, "No come, not yet. Only come when I tell you."

"I can't help it." I said, "When you do that to me, I just lose it."

"That's the point, James." She explained patiently, "You have to learn control. You a good looking boy and got a big cock, but without control it's no good. Next time, I slap your face if you come too soon."

And she did too; it wasn't nice and it wasn't sexy. I think it helped me though.

The third summer when I returned, I found Lian living in the apartment with my father and her daughter. She'd retired from her job.

The trouble was, there were only 2 bedrooms.

"You don't mind sharing with Lian do you?" Dad asked.

"No." I said neutrally; but actually, I did mind. I'd met a girl in the states, and I'd decided not to go to see Lian while I was in Singapore this time. I didn't know if I'd even see Irene again [she was headed for an East coast university], but I did know I was through with the old woman. The trouble was, she didn't seem to be through with me. She grinned at me happily as dad told me about the sleeping arrangements.

Everyone clearly now knew about Lian and I. No one said anything out loud, and I would have been mortified if they had. At the same time, there was no use in pretending we weren't who we were. I glanced at Lian; her big breasts, her deep eyes, and her skillful mouth. I gave in to the inevitable; with her in the apartment there was just no way I wasn't going to succumb to her. She wasn't young or beautiful, but she had talent.

"You've grown." The old woman said as we took our clothes off that night. "Below also?"

"I don't think so." I said, looking down at her fondly.

"Let's see." She said happily, stroking me with that easy familiarity we shared. "Big boy!" she laughed quietly, dropping to her knees to suck on it. I ran my fingers through her hair, noticing new strands of gleaming silver running through the black richness. I wasn't bothered; I looked down into her exotic eyes, my cock bulging with pleasure between her luscious lips. She wanted me, wanted to suck and fuck me. That's very hard to resist, even from a woman of her age and background.

Her head moved forward and back as she did her thing, sucking me deep into her throat as she fondled my balls with a deft touch.

"Come in my mouth." She urged me, "Tomorrow we have long loving."

I held her soft face in my hands and tensed my ass, then blasted my release into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and pulled as if my semen was the elixir of life.

The next morning we all had breakfast together in the small kitchen. It was a bit weird; was Huan supposed to be my stepmother? Anyway, dad and his young mistress / secretary went off to work, leaving me alone with the voracious old Lian.

She smiled at me as the door closed behind them, and the two of us were alone.

"Let's have a bath." She suggested with a twinkle in her eye. "We continue your education!"

I felt conflicted; I had no commitment to Irene, yet after being with her I didn't want to do it with Lian anymore. I shouldn't have let her suck me off... I looked into her pudgy old face, and knew I couldn't refuse her.

"You did your tongue exercises while you were in America?" she asked me as we got undressed.

"Yes." I said, thinking of the time I'd spent between Irene's spread thighs.

"Good boy." She said approvingly as she stepped into the hot water. "This year we go further. I make you into a champion."

I got in the opposite end, facing her. Our asses pressed together and our knees stuck up, as well as my penis. Lian took it in her hand to toy with it as we talked. It felt good; I was still conflicted, yet I was stiff as a log in her experienced hands.

"You have a girlfriend in America now?" she asked as her soapy fingers slid up and down.

"Yes." I admitted.

She looked disappointed, but kept her grip on my stiff penis.

"Pretty girl?"

"Very pretty." I confirmed.

Her fist contracted on my cock. "You have sex with her?"

"Yes." I admitted.

She dug her fingers into my organ fiercely.

"Did she fuck you good like me?" she demanded.

"No, not like you." I conceded.

Lian relaxed her grip and stroked me.

"Ok." She said, as if that settled the matter. But it took a couple of weeks before we were back in our comfort zone with each other. Our relationship was different than before; she was still my teacher, but I had to please her, serve her in return.  She teased me, letting her kimono fall half open, or asking me how I liked her new crimson corset. I could look, but not touch until she said so.

How was it that I wanted her at all I wondered to myself? She was at least 50 years old. Irene was 18.. but Irene wasn't here. I'd probably never see her again, she was living in a city on the other side of the planet. And the old woman had her own qualities.

Lian told me to make love to her finger; then massage her feet, kiss and fondle them. Following her instruction, I pedicured and manicured, brushed her long thick hair, and shaved her groin before she let me touch her sensitive areas. My cock ached for her affection, and finally she relented and opened her pudgy old thighs for me again. I slid it into her warm wet tight friendly middle, settling my weight against her voluptuous body.

"Ah." She sighed in satisfaction. "Fuck me hard." She said softly, "And don't come until I say!"

I had to stop after a few minutes, or I would have popped.

"No stopping!" Lian admonished me, slapping my ass, "Fuck hard, no stop, no come."

She contracted her vagina around my penis and slapped my ass again for emphasis.

"If you come, I sit on your face and you eat cream pie!" she warned me.

I managed to comply, that time. When she'd come twice, she permitted me to let loose.

I looked into her familiar face as I came, into her deep dark eyes. It was good with her, there was no tension. We had no future together, this was all there was; just this shared pleasure, a meeting of our bodies, a transfer of fluid. She smiled and held me tightly, accepting my emissions without hesitation or fear. Lian liked it when I came in her.

We went out shopping together and Lian taught me how to tell when a fish or chicken was fresh, and about spices and herbs. I helped her with cooking and cleaning too; as soon as the domestic chores were done, it was straight to bed for an hour or two, then I'd usually take lunch to the office for Huan and dad. 

I still couldn't get over how beautiful Huan was; the way she moved, her magnificent hair following behind her. The way she spoke, her soft sexy voice, her competence in the office. I was a bit in love with her, even though I was sleeping with her mother, and she was sleeping with my father. I know that's fucked up, but that's how I felt.

Sometimes dad would be out late with clients, and in the morning he'd sleep in while Huan and I went to the office. But other days he'd be out early with Huan, leaving Lian and I alone. That was good, because she liked to be somewhat vocal when we did it.

"You've improved." She noted, finger-fucking my ass as she sucked my cock and fondled my balls. She hummed happily as I struggled to stop the contractions that would release my fluid and end this madness.

"Now fuck me hard." She instructed, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. "No come until I say!" she added unnecessarily .

I followed her as she rolled onto her back and spread her short pudgy legs for me. I took my cock in my fist and rubbed the end up and down her a few times, then pushed it into her. She sighed in pleasure as I sunk deep into the wet warm tightness of her plump frame.

As I pumped her, she reached into the side drawer and pulled out a vibrator.

"No stop!" she ordered as she turned it on and stretched her arms around to put it against my anus.

"No, don't." I pleaded to no avail. She pushed it into me; it was greased. It was an ambush, she'd had it prepared in advance. It penetrated my rear and slid maddeningly into me, turning my guts to soup. I had no chance; I exploded in the most powerful orgasm I'd ever known.

I pumped everything I had into her infertile body, and even when there was no more, the contractions continued for a little while.

In my moment of weakness, I didn't resist as she pushed me onto my back and loomed over me. She swung a knee next to my ear, and then the other, pulling herself from my quivering penis. She slipped her ankles under my arms and pressed the tops of her feet against my chest as she slid her fingers into me hair and lowered her hot wet polluted vagina against my mouth.

"I told you, no come!" she cackled triumphantly, "Now you eat! Eat!" she demanded.

I suppose I could have overpowered her, broken her hold and escaped. But I was used to following orders; Lian was a devil if I defied her.

"Lick me, suck me!" she demanded.

It wasn't so bad; to be honest, even though I hated it, on another level I quite enjoyed it. I felt nauseous the first time she made me do it, but I followed through. It was just my cultural hang-ups, fear of queer. As I sucked it out of her, she came like a tsunami; she screamed and writhed above me, her fingers tight around my head as I sucked the stinking fluids from her used vagina.

It was exciting and rewarding to have her come like that; I left her panting on the bed as I took a shower and washed out my mouth.

"You could go to school here in Singapore if you want." Dad suggested over dinner. "I can really use the help at the office, and you'd get a subsidy on the tuition. They teach in English."

And I'd get to keep fucking Lian...

I was crazy for her, and I knew that wasn't completely good. We were both addicted to the sex, and we liked each other too, but come on; where was it going? Where would we be in ten years if we just followed our lust? The reality that I was having an affair with an old Chinese whore wasn't lost on me.

She'd admitted to me that she'd spent ten years on the game before becoming mistress to Lian's dad. I'd been at the massage parlour, I had an idea how it went there.

If she'd been with 5 men each day, 3,500 days, that would be 17,500 men. So let's assume many were repeat customers, it was still reasonable to assume that Lian had experienced several thousand different guys.

"That's a great idea." I said. I figured after I graduated, I'd head back to the US with a degree in oriental business as well as some marketable language skills. It made an end date for my twisted love affair with Lian. But not right away; I could spill a lot of come into her pudgy, willing old body before then.

I spent a lot of time alone in the office with Huan. She was slim, tall, elegant, competent, and smart. She taught me things, about local culture and etiquette. She helped me with my language studies too. Sometimes, our eyes seemed to search each other out, and lock together for just slightly too long.

I loved being at the university. I was popular, everyone wanted to practice their English with me, and I helped a lot of my new friends pronounce the tricky 'L' that the oriental speaking people have such difficulty with. Some of the girls would flirt with me, and if I'd asked them out they probably would have said yes. But I never did.

How could I?

One afternoon, Huan and I left the office early and went back to the apartment.

Her mother looked up at us with wide eyes; she was wearing the suspender belt, high black pumps, and stockings that she sometimes put on for me. Her big breasts were held up by that red satin half bra I liked so much.

 She was sitting on the coffee table in the living room, on my father's upturned face.

Ace, 2015

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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