Auntie Gao Comes Again
On his way home, Ma Jun was filled with regret. Why couldn't he just be satisfied? Tonight, he'd already groped those massive tits of Liu Yan's that he'd fantasized about day and night, and she'd even jerked him off willingly. That was an unexpected windfall he never could've dreamed of before walking Liu Yan home.
Maybe things had progressed too fast between him and Liu Yan, making him lose his head. Subconsciously, he'd started treating her like Zhang Li. Lately, Zhang Li had seemed a bit tense—probably because of Liu Yan—and she'd gone out of her way to please him during sex. Beyond the usual fucking, she'd tried all sorts of variations to satisfy his desires: blowjobs, titjobs, even assjobs. The only thing they hadn't done was anal, because Ma Jun thought it was too kinky and couldn't quite stomach it. Otherwise, if he'd asked, Zhang Li would've refused at first but eventually given in after his persistent begging.
At first, Ma Jun had pegged Zhang Li as a stuffy, conservative type. But as they fucked more and more, he'd discovered she was quick to embrace new things—no disgust or rejection like with most women. For example, he'd learned to eat pussy from Li Wen, and Zhang Li had been hesitant at first. But once she got a taste of it, it became a must-do every time. She'd always make him lick her to a squirting orgasm before moving on to the regular routine. This long-frustrated mature woman was finally getting unprecedented release with her own student.
But Liu Yan wasn't Zhang Li. Sure, some accidents had broken the ice between her and Ma Jun, even leading her to jerk him off. But that didn't mean she'd fully accepted him. Deep down, she still couldn't bring herself to be with another man—not even though her body was starving for it.
Still, Ma Jun had scored big tonight. Not only had Liu Yan jerked him off again, but he'd finally gotten his hands on those jaw-dropping giant tits that drove countless men wild. He'd always figured her boobs were about the same size as Zhang Li's, but after fondling them himself, he realized Liu Yan's were bigger and felt even better. Before, his sense of tit sizes was pretty vague: the girls in class mostly had small ones, like buns; the fuller ones were bun-sized; Li Wen and Cao Meng were a bit bigger than apples, just fitting in his hand; Zhang Li's were a handful already; and Liu Yan's? No way one hand could cover them.
Ever since hooking up with Zhang Li, Ma Jun had boned up online about bra sizes. Now he knew most high school girls were A-cups. A few early bloomers or experienced ones hit B-cups, which was average for women. Some matured or nursed to C-cups. D-cups were one in a hundred. E-cups were rare for East Asian women without implants.
Among the women he knew, early developers like Li Ting and Fang Lei were probably B-cups. Cao Meng and Li Wen were around C. Zhang Li's were D-cup territory. And Liu Yan's Big breasts—those majestic peaks—had to be E-cups. As for legendary F-cups, he'd only seen them online; nothing like that in real life, beyond his imagination.
Even Liu Yan's E-cup wonders were enough to fry Ma Jun's brain. When she'd shyly stripped off her bra, letting those trembling jugs spill out, he'd felt like it was all a dream. Only when his hands sank into the snowy, fatty flesh did he grasp how incredible those big white orbs were—pure heavenly treasure.
If Liu Yan ever used those sexy, fiery tits for a titjob, he'd die of pleasure. The thought got Ma Jun hard again. But with her personality, a handjob was her limit. Blowjobs or titfucks? No chance anytime soon. He'd have to hit up Zhang Li to vent.
Clutching his rock-hard cock, Ma Jun dashed home, planning to jerk off in his room. But in the living room, his mom Song Ping was chatting with a tall, curvy woman facing away from the door. She wore red athletic wear, her big ass plump and perky, legs long and toned with power—giving off a massive visual punch.
The silhouette looked familiar. Sure enough, it was Gao Hongmei. What was she doing here so late? Ma Jun asked, puzzled, "Auntie Gao, what brings you here?"
"Came to chat with your mom. You not welcome?"
Gao Hongmei turned, flashing a hearty laugh with her bright white teeth, eyes sharp like they could see right through him.
"Ma Jun, you're back. Food's in the kitchen—help yourself."
Song Ping didn't get up, just said casually, "Your Auntie Gao and I are talking."
"Got it."
Ma Jun glanced quickly at Gao Hongmei. She was gesturing animatedly with Song Ping, her chest jiggling—maybe C-cups at best, not matching her tall, busty build. Proportionally, she should've been F-cups. Maybe all that exercise had shrunk them.
Mulling this pointless crap, Ma Jun hit the kitchen. A dozen buns in the pot, still warm. He grabbed them by hand, wolfing down five pork ones till he was stuffed, then patted his belly and belched.
He was growing fast—appetite double what it was in junior high, plus school sports. Song Ping always made extra, varying the menu, while skimping for herself. Her clerk salary barely covered them. Ma Jun never asked for more; he'd walk to school instead of biking to save a few dozen bucks.
Dad died too young, leaving Mom to shoulder it all. Thinking of his early-passed father, Ma Jun felt a pang. Dad used to scold him nonstop, and he'd resented it. Now? He missed having someone to keep him in line.
Mom had it rough all these years. From the kitchen door, eyeing her slim frame, Ma Jun vowed to study hard, ace college entrance exams, make her proud. "Mom, I'm done. Heading to my room to study."
"Good, go on."
As Ma Jun shut his door, Song Ping smiled warmly. Gao Hongmei sighed, "Song Ping, I envy you. Such a good kid. If my Wu Bin were half as obedient... Middle school exams soon, and he's clueless. How do you raise Ma Jun? Teach me."
"You're still that fiery girl—unchanged."
Song Ping smiled faintly. Gao Hongmei stared, so she added helplessly, "No magic formula. Ma Jun was a handful before, but after his dad died, he changed. Never worries me now. Sometimes I feel I owe him."
Tears welled up.
"Hey, no crying—we made it through."
Gao Hongmei comforted her. "In two years, Ma Jun's off to college. You can find a man then. Women need it."
Song Ping gave a wry smile, shaking her head. "Me? Find a man? Too old—people'd talk."
"What era is this? So feudal."
Gao Hongmei grinned slyly, whispering, "Song Ping, you really not missing it? Don't get mad—life's short, don't deny yourself."
"No time for that."
Song Ping blushed, firing back, "I never craved it much. Not everyone's like you—can't live without a man."
Gao Hongmei looked wistful. "Don't remind me. I'm like you now—one, maybe two times a year with Wu Bin's dad."
"Why?"
Song Ping was shocked. Gao Hongmei was four years younger, early forties—like a tiger in heat. Not every night like newlyweds, but weekly? Unless... But Wu Ping seemed so mild, never argued. What gives?
"'Cause my man's useless. Pumps a few times, I'm just warming up—he's done."
Gao Hongmei scowled. "Leaves me hanging. He got bored too. Now I do it myself. Hey, Song Ping, heard of those online toys for women? Just like the real dick. You tried one?"
"No way—that's not proper."
Song Ping glanced nervously at Ma Jun's door, lowering her voice. "But this ain't sustainable. Drag old Wu to a big hospital in the province. Medicine's advanced—can't live like this forever."
"Tried it all—Chinese, Western docs, tons of pills. No dice. And his thing's tiny."
Gao Hongmei held up her pinky. "Like a baby worm. Smaller than Wu Bin's. No feeling—like tickling. Infuriating. I get mad seeing him. If he weren't so good to me, I'd find someone outside."
Song Ping giggled, chiding, "You're getting outrageous. Don't badmouth your man like that. Men have pride—don't push too far, or it'll hurt your marriage."
"Him? Can't fart without three whacks."
Gao Hongmei snorted. "Scammed in business, doesn't complain. Nice? Call it gutless. Marrying him was his luck. He tries any attitude, I'll divorce him tomorrow."
"Marriage needs mutual respect."
Song Ping persuaded her mildly, but thought Gao Hongmei too dominant. With her looks and figure, she was slumming it with Wu Ping—tall at 1.7m, stunning; he was plain, under 1.65m. No one'd peg them as a couple. Heaven's joke.
"Enough gloom."
Gao Hongmei changed topics. "What about the clothing store? I'll invest. You boss, me number two. Sisters in business."
Last chat, she'd heard Song Ping's plans and got excited. PE teacher pay was steady but low; she'd wanted side gigs but felt alone. Perfect timing with Song Ping. After thinking it over, here she was.
"Perfect. But no 'big boss'—fifty-fifty."
Song Ping was thrilled. Years clerking didn't mean running a shop. A partner was gold. She was soft, detail-oriented, bad at dealing; Gao Hongmei bold and driven—perfect complement.
They hashed out details, buzzing. Gao Hongmei glanced at the clock: "Shit, past nine! Gotta go."
She bolted. Song Ping saw her to the door, then spotted the phone on the table. "Ma Jun! Catch Auntie Gao—give her this!"
Ma Jun dashed out—no sign. He jogged the main road; she couldn't be far. After 600-700m, he spotted her striding with those long legs, about to turn. "Auntie Gao!"
She stopped. "Ma Jun? What's up?"
"Auntie... Gao... your... phone... forgot it."
Panting, he handed it over, eyeing those insanely long legs. No wonder he couldn't catch up—one step equaled two. If she sprinted? Forget it.
"My memory—thanks, Ma Jun."
She took it, ruffled his hair with a smile. "Time flies. I held you at one, nursing you. Now look at you."
"Auntie Gao, did I really nurse from you?"
Ma Jun's eyes dropped to her full, heaving chest, curious.
"Damn right. Crystal clear."
Gao Hongmei grinned. "You were a hungry one. Your mom short on milk, you bawling. So I stepped in. No hesitation—you latched right on, sucking like mad. Wouldn't let go after, slept with my nipple in your mouth. You busted both—owe me big time."
"Mom never told me."
Ma Jun flushed, but the details stirred him—picturing himself slurping her red nipples. His cock twitched eagerly.
"Her bad. I'm half your milk mom, right?"
Gao Hongmei teased. "Late—head home. Come visit anytime."
"Bye, Auntie Gao."
Ma Jun stole another look at those tits he'd suckled, then turned reluctantly. A few steps, he glanced back—her long legs vanishing into an alley. He jogged home.