Today I want to tell you about one of the things that made me like mature women.

In high school, we had a physics teacher who was considered rather unattractive, mature, and wore a hijab. She was 51 years old.

While the young male students, with the lust that comes with their age, were talking amongst themselves about all the other women, somehow a mature gem was walking all around us, unnoticed by anyone.

Our teacher's skin tone resembled that of an Indian. His dark, somewhat bushy eyebrows and straight, long nose had never caught my attention before that day. 

Despite being a dominant and uncompromising teacher, her voice had a velvety quality. Over time, hearing her voice became the reason my penis throbbed beneath my pants throughout class.( I'll never forget how she'd wander between rows, glancing furtively to check if my penis had gone soft. )

It all started one day in class when no one listened to her and no one came to the board to solve the problem. She chose me and challenged me to solve the problem. The moment I stepped onto the board and got close to her, I smelled the sweet scent of hier sweat. She was so sweaty and exhausted that I could smell her sweat, even almost taste it. That intense scent fascinated me. Like a worker ant captivated by the queen ant, I kept going up to the board to solve problems throughout the lesson, just to get a better taste of her scent.

Even though I knew the answers to some of the questions, I pretended to be struggling to solve them, increasing the chances of getting closer and making her move so I could smell that wonderful scent more. And it worked.

When I saw how wet the armpits of her white lab coat were as she sat at her desk, I wanted to lick them. I had never felt such an urge before. From that day on, I could never forget the way her full breasts bounced with every movement, and how her hips danced as she walked down the hallway.

 After that day, I convinced her to teach me for about 20 minutes during meal breaks and after school. She valued me because I was one of the rare students who showed interest in her and enjoyed listening to her lectures.

That way she was helping me prepare for the university entrance exam, but all my attention was on her. 

She was drenched in sweat again at the end of a hot and hectic day as we sat side-by-side, helping me correct my mistakes on the tests, and my penis, as always, was making itself known, and I couldn't hide it. Because of this, my face flushed slightly, and the closeness of this mature goddess, whom I gazed at with love, quickened my pulse. She was aware of what was happening, but she also enjoyed making me happy. Sometimes I would accidentally touch her hip.She must have gotten tired of seeing my erect penis, because one day she took off her lab coat and asked if I could hold it. As soon as I said yes, she tried to put it on my lap and secretly grab my penis with her hand, but it wasn't a very successful move."Let this stay here, I'll go to the toilet and be right back," she said, and while pointing to the lab coat, she touched the lab coat over my penis a few more times.

Perhaps it wasn't important to her, but for me it was a priceless moment, and as soon as she left the classroom, I lustfully sniffed the sweaty parts of her lab coat. And before she came back, I put it back on the desk where she had been sitting....

 This is my first blog post; depending on the feedback, I might consider writing about other memories as well.