Huang Guoxin's Mother Complex
In the second-floor office of the office building, Ma Jun stood dejectedly in front of the desk, listening to Zhang Li's scolding. After class ended earlier, he'd felt a stomachache and gone to the bathroom. On his way back to the classroom, he'd run into the stern-faced Zhang Li. She'd told him to come with her to the office to pick up last week's composition notebooks. He'd obediently followed her there, only to get an earful the moment they stepped inside.
"Tell me yourself—weren't you going way too far last night?"
Zhang Li's face was flushed as she stared coldly at Ma Jun. "You actually had the nerve to sneak into my house and fool around. What if someone had found out? Have you even thought about the consequences? You've really disappointed me."
It turned out that after Ma Jun left the night before, Zhang Li and her husband Yang Hongbing had returned to the living room. She'd planned to wait until he was asleep before washing up properly, but Yang Hongbing—who knew what had gotten into him—suddenly grabbed her for some intimacy, scaring her half to death. Her pussy was still full of Ma Jun's cum. She'd barely fobbed him off by claiming she was tired.
Once her husband had reluctantly gone to bed, Zhang Li rushed to the bathroom to clean away the traces of her lovemaking with Ma Jun. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Ma Jun had dared to come to her house and fuck her right in front of her husband today—what if tomorrow he tried to screw her in the classroom in front of the other students? If she didn't rein him in now, he'd cause real trouble sooner or later. That's why she'd summoned him first thing in the morning for a talking-to.
Ma Jun knew he was in the wrong and didn't argue. He hung his head and took the lecture quietly. But he wasn't as intimidated by his homeroom teacher as he used to be. He knew she was all bark—no real bite. Let her vent a little, and it'd blow over. His ears heard her words, but his mind wandered elsewhere.
That morning when he'd arrived at school, Huang Guoxin had rushed over to say his mother Cao Meng wanted Ma Jun to come over for a visit this weekend. Apparently, Cao Meng felt bad about not hosting him properly last time because of Huang Guoxin's stomach issues.
Remembering Cao Meng naked in his arms, getting pounded wildly, Ma Jun felt a stir in his loins. This seductive beauty of a mature woman seemed so proper on the surface, but in bed she was an absolute slut. Fucking her was unparalleled pleasure. But thinking of her as Huang Guoxin's mom filled him with guilt. He and Huang Guoxin were such close buddies, yet he'd secretly banged his friend's mother. Sure, Cao Meng had seduced him first, but Ma Jun was the one who'd climbed into bed and jerked off to her naked body.
Ma Jun couldn't quite meet Huang Guoxin's eyes. He looked troubled and hesitated. "Maybe I shouldn't come. Auntie was too polite last time—she hosted me just fine."
He thought: Your mom even let me fuck her tight little pussy—how could the hosting have been bad? This is clearly just an excuse Cao Meng cooked up. Looks like I fucked her good the other day; now she's hooked on my big dick.
"Cut the crap. Mom said I have to get you to come over."
Huang Guoxin said impatiently. "What's the matter? You think my mom's cooking sucks? Or that she didn't host you right?"
"Guoxin, I didn't mean that. Auntie was super welcoming, and the food was delicious. It's just..."
Ma Jun scratched his head, at a loss for an excuse to turn Huang Guoxin down. Cao Meng's sexy body obsessed him, but with Huang Guoxin in the picture, it always felt awkward. It wasn't like with homeroom teacher Zhang Li—even fucking her in front of her husband and son brought no mental baggage.
"Quit stalling. Just say yes or no."
Huang Guoxin glared at him, a bit pissed. "If you don't come, we're done. No more pretending to know each other—each to his own."
"Fine, fine, you win. I'll go, okay?"
Ma Jun nodded helplessly. What the hell is this? But hey, he thought, now I've got two busty mature women like Zhang Li and Cao Meng to fuck whenever. I'm feeling pretty damn proud and pumped. A high schooler like me has gotta be one of a kind at San Zhong.
Huang Guoxin lit up with a grin and threw an arm around Ma Jun's shoulders. "That's my bro! You don't know—Mom's treating you like her own son now. Keeps asking about you, even if you've got a girlfriend at school. She's forgetting her real son."
He said it lightly, but deep down Huang Guoxin wasn't upset at all. It was a relief. His dad was always away, leaving Cao Meng to dote on him obsessively—tracking his every move, which stressed him out. Now Ma Jun could distract her, giving him some breathing room. He had no idea he was paving the way for his mom and Ma Jun to fuck.
"No way. Auntie must just be bored at home. Chat with her more if you can."
Ma Jun felt even guiltier hearing this. He'd secretly fucked Cao Meng but didn't want her fixating on him—or Huang Guoxin feeling sidelined.
"Nah. Mom just watches TV all day, doesn't know shit about anything—not even computers. Chatting with her's worse than gaming."
Huang Guoxin made a face, then his eyes lit up mischievously. "Tell you what: You come over weekends and keep her company. I won't make you do it for free. You've been eyeing my Nintendo, right? Make her happy, and it's yours."
"Screw you. What, you think I'm some escort?"
Ma Jun laughed and cursed, but his heart raced a bit. That console was top-of-the-line, over a thousand yuan—Huang Guoxin's dad had it shipped from the south. Plus, it'd let him hang with Cao Meng alone, no suspicions from Huang Guoxin.
"Escort? That's a compliment."
Huang Guoxin smirked. "Mom's so hot and stacked—finding someone to chat with her would be easy. But I don't trust outsiders. Gotta watch out for wolves at the door."
"So you're cool with me having ideas about Auntie? What if she likes me back?"
Ma Jun's mind whirred—he probed to gauge Huang Guoxin's thoughts. It'd ease his conscience.
"Get real, you narcissist."
Huang Guoxin brushed it off. "Don't think being tall makes you irresistible. Mom's nice to you for my sake, not 'cause she's into you. If you had game, you'd have nabbed Li Ting by now—instead, I'm the one moving in."
Though he and Li Ting were still just classmates-with-benefits, Huang Guoxin already saw her as his.
"But what if she does fall for me?"
Ma Jun pressed half-jokingly, half-seriously. "Stuff like that happens. I gotta clear the air now—don't blame me later if shit hits the fan."
"Pfft, you wish you were Chu Liuxiang or something."
Huang Guoxin snorted. "If you actually pull it off and make Mom fall for you, I'll eat my loss. But dream on. Mom ain't some porn slut. Watch yourself chatting her up—don't come crying when you strike out. I warned ya."
"Haha, just messing. If she did, I'd transfer to the city pronto."
Ma Jun chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his nose. With that, he had cover if Huang Guoxin ever found out about him and Cao Meng.
"What, is Mom a dinosaur or something? Scared ya that bad?"
Huang Guoxin bristled. "If she picked you, it'd be your lucky day. Truth is, if she weren't my mom, I'd have..."
His face flushed; he trailed off.
Ma Jun's heart skipped. Seeing Huang Guoxin's awkward look, he wondered: Does this kid really wanna fuck his own mom? That's incest. Then he recalled his own impure thoughts about his mother Song Ping the other night. Suddenly, he got it. Cao Meng was a total bombshell—perky tits, slim waist, juicy ass, long legs. Watching a sexy MILF like that strut around daily? Hard not to fantasize.
Huang Guoxin regretted spilling his deepest secret. He'd always been a mama's boy—even in elementary school, he'd cling to her, making her bathe him. Cao Meng spoiled him rotten, dressing casually at home, changing in front of him, even letting him massage her thighs and back when tired.
At first, it was innocent cuddling in her plush body. Then puberty hit; he got curious about women, and Mom became his peeping target. He'd spy on her naked curves during baths, jerk off with her panties when she wasn't looking, cop feels on her round ass during massages.
Cao Meng didn't catch on at first—thought it was just bonding. She loved the closeness. But then she found cum stains on her laundry. Suspected a perv at first, then realized it was her son. Time to set boundaries.
She started hiding her undies post-shower, locking her door to change, avoiding touchy-feely moments. Hoped it'd redirect him to studies.
Huang Guoxin hated the distance. He sneaked her undies while she shopped, jerked off beside her bed at night. School suffered; grades tanked.
Cao Meng feared he'd flunk out, so she laid down the law: Keep slacking, and it's off to boarding school—home only for holidays.
Panicked, he promised to reform—no more panty-jerking. But his obsession festered, buried deep. Dad got him a computer; he dove into incest porn and stories. Jerking to sons railing moms, imagining it with Cao Meng, shooting thick loads.
Guilt always followed. He knew it was wrong but couldn't stop. Seeing her sexy body ignited urges to merge with her. He even resented Dad for neglecting her despite having dibs.
But it was fantasy only. Cao Meng was proper—incest? No way. One wrong move, boarding school forever. So he ogled helplessly.
Unable to confess, he chased porn vids online. Freaked when Ma Jun glimpsed one—feared exposure. Pursuing Li Ting was deflection from his torment.
Cao Meng thought him reformed, relaxed her guard—unaware she still tormented him. She missed their closeness, felt empty. Enter Ma Jun: perfect emotional plug. Fate sealed their hookup.
Ma Jun clocked Huang Guoxin's Oedipus complex, unsure what to say. Awkward silence. Bell rang; they bolted to seats, escaping.
Recalling Huang Guoxin's flustered slip, Ma Jun chuckled—then met Zhang Li's glare. Right—he was in her office, mid-lecture.
"You think this is funny? Feel like hot shit, huh?"
Zhang Li mistook his laugh for defiance. Teacher pride kicked in; she snapped, "Think I won't do anything about it? Left hand out. Now."
She grabbed a wooden ruler from the desk, set on disciplining this brat.
San Zhong rules banned corporal punishment, but it was ignored—especially with rowdy boys. Words failed; a whack worked wonders. Zhang Li rarely did it but kept the ruler (borrowed from math) for scares.
"Teacher Zhang, come on, no need."
Ma Jun grimaced. Didn't expect her to go there. Last night she'd gone from reluctant to gushing orgasms. Thought she'd be cool. This woman's ruthless—uses my dick then settles scores.
"Shut it. Hand out, or skip next class writing a 5,000-word self-criticism till I say it's good."
Zhang Li checked the clock. Next was her Chinese class—no rush. Time to knock him down a peg.
No dodging it. Ma Jun extended his left hand grudgingly. Fine, hit me. I'll spank her fat ass next time we're fucking. Imagining her pouting that snowy rump for slaps got him hard. Wished he could pin her now.
Zhang Li gripped his hand, bent back his fingers, baring the soft palm. Gritted teeth, crack! Ruler slammed down—red and swollen instantly.
Drilling pain; Ma Jun hissed. Bitch is merciless. Just fucked her once at home—deserves this? Felt wronged but bit back groans, taking it stoically.
Over a dozen whacks. Before he begged, she faltered—his swollen palm, trembling arm tugged her heart. Still, she raised the ruler: "Got it now? Dare again?"
She just wanted contrition. As his teacher, her student fucking her at home—nearly caught by hubby? Humiliating.
"Teacher Zhang, I did nothing wrong."
Ma Jun bristled, refusing her face-saving out. Neck stiff: "Which rule did I break? Point it out."
"You bastard! Trying to kill me with anger?"
Zhang Li paled, tears welling. Wanted to hit but couldn't. Kicked him instead. She'd seduced her student—slutty already. Him citing rules mocked her hypocrisy. Pride stung.
Seeing her near tears, Ma Jun regretted. Took kicks stoically till she kept going—grabbed her ankle. "Teacher Zhang, cool it. My bad, okay?"
"Let go!"
She shook her thick white thigh free; sandal flew off, revealing a black-stockinged foot. Zhang Li was plush overall, but her feet were dainty, curvaceous—porcelain skin veined blue, toes like shells. Foot-model worthy.
Ma Jun held the silky-soft foot, thrilled by the nylon sheen. Leaned in, inhaled deeply—faint sweaty musk, more arousing than perfume.
"What're you doing?"
Zhang Li froze, blush blooming—rage or fluster?
"Teacher Zhang, your feet are gorgeous."
He admired like art, recalled porn plots, teased: tongue out, licked her sole through the stocking.
"Ah... Ma Jun... no... too ticklish..."
Itchy jolt up her leg to core; limbs tingled. She moaned softly, pussy wetting. This busty MILF teacher stirred under her student's assault, craving young cock.
Her allure fired Ma Jun up. Porn's right—every woman's got spots. Tits and lips for most; ears, bellies, soles for others. Tested her foot—jackpot. Licked more; she slutted out. He pressed it to his crotch, rubbing his dick through pants—kinky thrill.
Feeling his rock-hard monster, Zhang Li's lust surged. Forgot punishment; hiked her skirt, baring panty-clad dripping pussy. Slumped in chair, lip-biting, dignity cracking—body primed for him.
Ma Jun loved her prude act—conquering thrill. Ravaging the fearsome teacher? God complex. Classmates chased flat-chested flowers? Kids' stuff vs. Zhang Li's lethal mature curves.
She satisfied body and helped studies. High school rocked with her. Plus Cao Meng waiting. All from ogling Liu Yan's tits that toilet day.
Thinking of that icy beauty stung. Last night: her jerking Principal Li. Rage-fueled insults—bridge burned. Rather rewind to first sight, pure fantasy intact. Now shattered by his eyes.
Goddess untouchable—no trash-talk allowed, no other men. Her body his in dreams: tits to grope, pussy for his dick alone.
But her hand on Li's cock? Idol toppled. She'd been married three years—tits manhandled, pussy plowed. Ma Jun just denied it.
Never met her husband—why leave such a hottie for southern cash? If Ma Jun were him, glued to her side—no poachers, no groveling. Wasted passion now.
"Ma Jun, what gives?"
Zhang Li dripped, half-ready—yet he stalled, distracted. Fuming: Always forces when no; dicks around when yes. Nudged his tent with her stocking foot: Get to it.
Snapped back, Ma Jun cursed his daze. Hot MILF ready—fuck Liu Yan thoughts. Dropped her foot, dropped pants—cock sprang free. Zhang Li spread thick white thighs, yanked panties aside—glistening slit. He gripped shaft, rammed in: squelch!
"Ah... Ma Jun... slower... not so deep..."
His huge head kissed her cervix; thighs clamped his waist. Fucked him many times—last night too—yet always stuffed full. Unlike limp hubby. One fuck lingered days. Now ignored Yang Hongbing's pleas—only humored if mood struck. Ma Jun's dick? Hubby obsolete.
Ma Jun eased out halfway, shallow pumps till slick. Hoisted her heavy white legs—time to punish the slut teacher. She gripped arms, ass up for storm—
Riiiing! Class bell. Second period.
Zhang Li sobered, shoved him out. Stood, fixed clothes. Saw his frustration. Meant to discipline; got fucked instead. Forty-plus and folding to a kid? Bewitched?
Stared complexly, sighed resignedly: "Ma Jun, behave. If I'd known you'd be this unruly, I never should've..."
Recalled that fateful invite—half-pushed into losing virginity. Messy now. Destiny?
"Teacher Zhang, don't worry. I won't be so reckless again."
Her sad look guilted him. Last night: Liu Yan fallout vented on her. Overdid it.
"Enough. Grab the notebooks. To class."
Ma Jun hugged the stack; she locked up with lesson plan. They headed downstairs—her poised, steady. No hint minutes ago she'd spread for student cock.
He trailed, eyeing her skirt's fat ass and plush thighs. Both he and Huang Guoxin eyed moms impurely. Zhang Li's son eyed school teachers? No saint. Wondered if the kid fantasized incest with her curves at home.
What am I thinking? Ma Jun shook head. Not everyone's a perv like us. But fucking teacher and best friend's mom while Huang stayed virgin? Guilt. Eyeing Zhang Li ahead, wild idea: Hook him up with her? Even score. Nah—absurd. She'd never; Huang obsessed Liu Yan over plain Zhang Li, with his stunner mom.
Zhang Li halted abruptly. Ma Jun, daydreaming, nearly crashed. Why stop? Sidestepped—Liu Yan at stairs, eyes thoughtfully on them. Brain blank—like caught cheating. Heart pounded.