Liu Yan's Home Visit
"Isn't that Song Siwei?"
Huang Guoxin had sidled up to Ma Jun at some point, his face full of envy. "You lucky bastard—you run into hot girls everywhere you go."
"You know Song Siwei?"
Ma Jun glanced back at Huang Guoxin. The guy really was a walking gossip mill; there didn't seem to be a single girl at school he didn't know about.
"Of course! Song Siwei's the school flower at San Zhong. Top grades, and get this—her dad's the executive deputy county magistrate."
Huang Guoxin sighed wistfully. "Now that's a real goddess. Beauty, brains, and a killer family background. Sucks, though—I heard Su Jianxin's chasing her. If you could snag her, it'd piss that asshole off big time."
"Forget it. Not interested."
Ma Jun shot Huang Guoxin an irritated look. He knew his place. Girls like Song Siwei? Most guys wouldn't dare. At her dad's level, dating was all about matching pedigrees. Su Jianxin barely scraped by on that front; someone like him would just be a joke. Besides, with a knockout like Liu Yan already in his life, no way was he getting hung up on Song Siwei.
Huang Guoxin was just messing around anyway. The two headed back to the playground and picked up their basketball game. Bumping into Song Siwei was just a blip. They played another half hour until dusk settled in, both drenched in sweat. They left the field, passed through the school gates, and stepped out onto the street.
"Hey, come over for lunch at my place tomorrow, yeah?"
Huang Guoxin suddenly remembered, sounding a bit nervous. "Mom's been nagging me about it. If you don't show, I'm screwed."
"Alright, alright, got it."
Ma Jun nodded quickly, but his mind was churning. He felt torn. He was hooked on the sultry charms of Cao Meng, that voluptuous MILF. But it gnawed at him—betraying his best friend like that. And then there was Liu Yan's pressure. If she found out he was still sneaking around with Cao Meng, would she cut him off for good? He was walking a tightrope; one slip, and he'd plunge into the abyss.
After parting with Huang Guoxin, Ma Jun wandered home in a daze. He couldn't keep drifting like this. He'd promised Zhang Li and Liu Yan he'd buckle down on studies, so that's where his focus had to go. He didn't have Li Ting's natural talent or Huang Guoxin and Su Jianxin's elite connections. All he had was grit. He and Cao Meng—they had to end it.
Midsummer nights buzzed with life on the streets, folks out cooling off. Ma Jun spotted a stall selling little goldfish, a gaggle of elementary kids chattering around it. He couldn't resist joining them. He'd always wanted one, but at two bucks a pop, he'd held off. Sure, Cao Meng had slipped him a grand, but it stayed hidden under his mattress, untouched.
"Ma Jun, what're you doing here?"
He was crouched by the tank when a voice piped up behind him. Turning, he saw Liu Yan standing there, radiant as ever. He shot to his feet, flustered. "Teacher Liu, just heading home. Saw it on the way, thought I'd check it out."
"How old are you? Still acting like a kid."
Liu Yan was in high spirits, smiling warmly. "Didn't peg you for the type, big guy."
Teased by Liu Yan, Ma Jun blushed and scratched his head. "Just looking. Not buying."
"What's wrong with that? Cute hobby."
Liu Yan smiled, turning to the vendor. "How much for the goldfish?"
"Two yuan each, or three for five."
The boss's eyes lit up at Liu Yan—gorgeous, killer curves, perky tits, juicy ass, long milky legs. He itched to cop a feel. "For you, I'll throw in an extra."
"Thanks."
Liu Yan handed over five yuan with a soft laugh. The boss grazed her silky fingers as he took the cash, a jolt shooting through him. He fumbled four fish into a bag and passed it over. Watching her link arms intimately with the boy, her plump, mature body swaying as they left, he swallowed hard. What a seductive vixen.
Ma Jun held Liu Yan's soft, warm hand, inhaling her scent, blissed out. After a bit, he paused. "Teacher Liu, this isn't the way to your place."
"Nope. Didn't I say I'd drop by your house sometime?"
Liu Yan's eyes sparkled. "It's the weekend. Perfect time to meet your mom."
"Wait, you're really coming?"
Ma Jun blinked in shock. He'd figured she was just talking. No prep, total hesitation—should he bring her home?
"Of course. Teachers keep their word. What, don't want me as a guest?"
Liu Yan eyed him. She'd kept her distance lately to test if he'd focus on school. And he had—Zhang Li said his attention in class was sharper. Her words had sunk in. She hadn't misjudged him.
"No, it's just... how do I introduce you to Mom?"
Ma Jun fretted.
"Simple—say I'm your homeroom teacher."
Liu Yan was unfazed, grinning.
"Alright then."
Ma Jun led her home. Song Ping was mending pants when they walked in. She froze at the stunning woman with her son, rising puzzled. "Ma Jun, who's this?"
"Mom, this is our homeroom teacher, Teacher Liu."
Ma Jun rushed the intro, stomach twisting. Mom had met Zhang Li at the start of last semester—would she buy it?
"Hold on, isn't your homeroom Zhang-something?"
Song Ping remembered Zhang Li, eyeing Liu Yan. So young, so pretty—like a celeb. A teacher? "You're Ma Jun's mom, right? I'm Liu Yan."
Liu Yan extended a hand gracefully. "Teacher Zhang's away on a trip, so school's got me filling in. Ma Jun's grades are improving fast. Thought we'd chat—team up to boost his studies."
"Really? That's great!"
Song Ping warmed up instantly, ushering Liu Yan to sit, pouring tea, fetching snacks, sending Ma Jun for a watermelon. She grilled her on school life.
Ma Jun shot Liu Yan a worried glance, fearing a slip-up. She winked—relax—so he dashed to the roadside stand. "Aunt Niu, one watermelon."
"Coming!"
A plump middle-aged woman emerged from the corner shop in a tank top and shorts, flip-flops on, thighs gleaming, fan in hand. Niu Xiaoxia, neighbor and fruit seller.
"Pick me a crisp one, Aunt Niu."
Ma Jun grinned. A whiff of floral lotion hit him; red mosquito bites dotted her legs and arms. Fair skin draws bugs, he thought. Zhang Li got bit up too—office always stocked repellent and coils.
"Gotcha, sweetie. Crisp and sweet."
Niu Xiaoxia thwacked a melon, her heavy, sagging tits jiggling like bells in her loose tank—no bra, total vacuum. Two kids in, she didn't care; too hot for one.
Ma Jun frowned. Same age as Mom or Zhang Li, but they dressed proper. "Aunt Niu, you're barely wearing anything. Mosquitoes'll eat you alive."
"Nah, sprayed lotion. Comfy like this."
She weighed it. "Eight jin three liang—call it eight. Eighty cents a jin: six-forty."
She bagged it quick. Bending, her neckline gaped—snowy tits, dark purple nipples, all in view.
Ma Jun used to peep her bathing, jerking to those udders. But now? Seasoned. Hers lacked Zhang Li's heft, Liu Yan's bounce. He paid, grabbed it, headed back.
Inside, Song Ping and Liu Yan beamed excitedly. Ma Jun blinked. "Mom, what's up?"
"Ma Jun, what a coincidence!"
Song Ping clutched Liu Yan's hand, thrilled. "Guess what? Teacher Liu's your distant cousin!"
Ma Jun gaped, nearly dropping the melon. Song Ping explained: chatting hometowns and folks, Song Ping asked Liu Yan's mom's name—her cousin! She'd married out of Gu County, but fate looped Liu Yan back.
"Ma Jun, call me cousin from now on."
Liu Yan's eyes shone. That offhand "cousin" from him? Real now. She'd felt adrift here; suddenly, family. Song Ping felt like kin—warmer than in-laws.
"Cousin."
Ma Jun beamed, glancing between them. Dreamlike—Liu Yan, legit family now.
"Liu Yan, stay for dinner."
Song Ping beamed—niece and teacher? Bonding time.
"Sure, Aunt. I'll help."
Liu Yan smiled, following to the kitchen, sneaking Ma Jun a worried glance. Distance? Tougher now.
Over dinner, Song Ping piled food on Liu Yan, peppering her life story. Solo living? Tough. "Weekends, come eat here—no loneliness."
Liu Yan agreed. Ma Jun thrilled—more access.
Post-meal, they chatted deep. Liu Yan spilled woes to Song Ping like a mom. Song Ping teared up. Ma Jun, fresh from shower, saw them going strong. "Mom, late—cousin needs to head home."
"Home? This is home."
Song Ping glared. "Stay, Liu Yan. Chat with your aunt. Long time no see your mom—solo anyway."
Liu Yan blushed but relented. Ma Jun fantasized sharing a room—dashed hopes.
Ma Jun hit the john, heard murmurs from Mom's room. Itched, knocked. "Mom, mosquitoes in my room. Got coils?"
"Yeah, come grab."
Inside, both in bed. Liu Yan in Mom's too-small pajamas—tits straining the top, creamy cleavage peeking, waist bared, legs hugged by pants, feet dainty. Ma Jun burned—stay forever?
Liu Yan caught his stare, flushed, hands cupping chest. Odd thrill—like new bride, MIL chatting with daughter-in-law, hubby eager.
Heat rose; she looked away.
"What're you gawking at? Bedtime."
Song Ping handed the coil, shooing. "Chat more. School tomorrow."
"What're you two giggling about? Lemme listen. Or squeeze in—bed's big."
Kid days, he'd crawl in. Junior high ended that.
"Nonsense. Not a baby. Adults talking."
Song Ping huffed. "Cousin's your teacher too. Slacking? I'll know. Scram."
Mom mad, Ma Jun ogled Liu Yan, slunk out coil in hand. But future visits? Plenty chances. Pumped.
Song Ping shook her head. "Liu Yan, no kids yet. Wait'll you have 'em—endless worry. Ma Jun's big, still no peace. Only wish: college."
"Aunt, don't fret. Ma Jun's sharp, motivated."
Liu Yan smiled for him. "No distractions, he'll ace it."
"Watch him at school then."
Song Ping fretted. "Ignores me now. Worst fear: slacking, puppy love. Kids today—bold. We blushed at boys; they make out streetside. If Ma Jun early-dates?"
Liu Yan stifled a laugh. No girls—just banged the homeroom. Softly: "Aunt, handsome, tall—girls'll crush. Can't stop it. Rebel phase: push, they push back. Guide gently, no meddling. I'll watch—tell you first sign."
Song Ping squeezed her hand. "Truth: solo-raising him, no regrets but failure. Can't face his dad."
"Aunt! College in years—you're free."
"Graduate, job, bride—you bliss out."
"No bliss hopes. Holidays visits fine."
Song Ping sighed. "Won't burden."
"So young—remarry?"
Liu Yan probed. "Solo's rough. Need company later."
"Nah, too old—laughingstock."
Song Ping shook head. "You—newlywed, separated? Kid fixes it."
"Got it, Aunt."
Liu Yan nodded, bitter. Career peak—kid? Quit? No.
Chat wound down, lights out. Song Ping heard tossing. "Shower? Sweaty's worse."
Liu Yan nightly showered. Felt gross, checked Ma Jun asleep, headed to bath.
Ma Jun lay abed, mind on Liu Yan nearby. Flashed to peeping her home—stirred. Cock throbbed.
Liu Yan, my teacher, my cousin—miss you. Wanna fuck your pussy.
Stroked slow. Conquered Zhang Li, Cao Meng body-soul; slutty Li Wen too. Liu Yan? Still hand-holds. When her tight hole?
Recent Zhang Li romps? No cum, just pee urge. Up, to bath—lights, water. Mom sleeps sound. Liu Yan!
Heart raced. Door ajar—peep urge. Immoral, cousin now. Peek once? Cracked, spied.
Steamy haze, voluptuous nude silhouette. Back turned: flawless skin, water cascading curves. Jade-smooth back, plump waist-hips no flab, round ass, long thighs, slim calves—pink glow. Bathing beauty.
Seductive MILF flesh—breath quick, cock rigid. Glanced Mom's door, stroked furiously.
Liu Yan oblivious, eyes shut in bliss. Steam like hands groping. Bit lip, one hand kneading massive tits, other fingering sopping slit.
Ma Jun gawked, dry-mouthed, aflame. Cousin-teacher masturbating—horny, needy. Her teases... barge in? Mom risk. Pumped hard, head purple.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Liu Yan flushed, moaning soft, fingers swirling hot walls, quivering, leaning wall, pistoning fast. Heat pooled.
Ma Jun jerked— she turned! Epic tits: firm orbs, pink nipples erect, mature allure. Between thighs: lush bush, thick labia hiding pink inner, clit proud. Clear view—unlike home glimpse.
Her criminal pussy—dream hole. Fapped wild, envisioning pounding. Peep thrill peaked—shot rope through crack, two meters, splattering her.
"Who's there?"
Liu Yan startled, eyes door—gap, shadow. Yelped.
Ma Jun bolted, cock out, to bed, feigned sleep. Panic—tell Mom? Explain how?
Liu Yan checked—empty. Thought Song Ping? Sticky floor: cum trail, musky. Ma Jun!
Headache nephew. Rinsed foot, but thrilled—him jerking at her. Fingered again, climaxed on his imagined cock.
Post-orgasm guilt. Teacher-student fine fantasy. Now cousin? Incest vibe. Song Ping know their flirt? Disaster.
Dressed, cleaned cum, peeked Song Ping's door—quiet. To Ma Jun's, hand on knob—not for sex, just talk.
Ma Jun under covers, heard door, steps. Held breath. Sat bed—woman's fresh scent. Liu Yan.
"Ma Jun, I know it was you."
Liu Yan sighed at lump. "You saw it all. But I'm a woman too—needs. Want hubby dates, movies, TV. Even that denied. Early days without him? Madness. Nights terrified. Aunt endured worse, longer. My gripes? Nothing."
Ma Jun stunned. Mom's suffering? Saw her as rock—forgot her humanity. No remarriage for him; solo nights hell.
"Daytime, no confidants. Men want my body, not me."
Liu Yan laughed bitterly. "You started same, right? Don't lie—not 'friends.' That load proves it."
Mocking tone stung. Wanted to defend—early lust true, but love too. Kisses, hugs, sweetness.
"I get it. Tonight's secret—no telling Aunt. But no more. Caught? Can't save you. Cousins now—impossible. Like lately: good, right? You got Zhang Li—outlet. I'll be good teacher, cousin. Sleep."
She patted quilt, left. Ma Jun gasped air later. Heavy heart—sister only. No conquest. Dream dead.