Busty Teacher Liu Yan Chapter 8: Conquering the Beautiful Mature Mother
Hearing Cao Meng's words, Ma Jun let out an "ah," seemingly unable to believe his ears. He stared blankly at the sexy mature beauty before him. No way—could Huang Guoxin's mom really want to fuck him? He was her son's classmate, after all. Though there was no blood relation, it still felt almost like incest.
He swallowed hard, stammering, "Auntie Cao, what did you say?"
Seeing Ma Jun's incredulous expression, Cao Meng felt a flush of shyness. Ever since that accidental coupling with her son's tall, mighty classmate, she'd been obsessed with his massive cock. Sex with her husband had grown dull and mechanical—just going through the motions as he pumped and came inside her, with little pleasure. Once he rolled over and started snoring, she'd lie there wide-eyed, fantasizing about Ma Jun's hot, thick shaft. She'd plunge her fingers into her plump pussy, imagining wild fucks with her son's classmate, climaxing harder than ever before.
She'd hoped for another chance to taste Ma Jun's big dick, but maybe her over-the-top reaction that day had scared him off. He rarely came over to hang out with her son afterward, leaving her disappointed. Finally, unable to hold back, she'd nagged Huang Guoxin to invite Ma Jun over for the weekend. At last, here he was.
A few months apart, and Ma Jun had shot up even taller, his body bulkier. He used to be just half a head taller than her; now he towered over her by a full head. Cao Meng sighed inwardly—young bodies develop so fast—and couldn't help sneaking glances at his crotch, wondering if that monster cock had grown even bigger.
But now that Ma Jun was actually here, she had no idea how to proceed. A housewife her whole married life, she only ventured out to the market or supermarket, rarely interacting with other men. She lacked the guts to seduce one outright. She couldn't just engineer another "accident" like last time—that wasn't her style. She craved sex with Ma Jun, but not enough to resort to desperate measures.
That's why she'd been so warmly welcoming, even slipping upstairs to change into sexy clothes to tempt him. She hoped he'd confess first, letting her play reluctant before giving in. During dinner, she'd thrown him countless flirty glances, and he seemed tempted—but with Huang Guoxin as the third wheel, she had no choice but to head upstairs to bed, plotting to send her son away next time Ma Jun visited.
Lying half-asleep, she vaguely heard Ma Jun calling her name from the bedroom door. Her heart pounded—he's so bold, coming upstairs like this. Wondering where her son had gone, she pretended to sleep, curious what Ma Jun wanted. Hearing him approach the bed and boldly lift the mosquito net to climb in, she felt shock and delight. He did want her. She planned to "wake up" only when he made a move, putting up token resistance. But after a long wait with no action, she sat up—and caught him jerking off to her. In a panic as he tried to flee, she'd impulsively propositioned him.
She regretted the words instantly. She'd never been so shameless. Seeing his stunned face, shame overwhelmed her, and she choked up, sobbing, "Ma Jun, Auntie knows she's shameless, but I can't help it. Your uncle's always busy with work, rarely home. Guoxin's talked less and less since junior high. I just want someone to talk to—I'm a living person with needs. I can't just pick up any guy. Ever since you slipped inside me that day, I've craved you. You might not believe it, but I miss that feeling of your big cock filling me."
"Auntie, you really don't blame me for that day? I swear it wasn't on purpose," Ma Jun said. He'd assumed a full-time housewife like Huang Guoxin's mom lived happily, supported by her husband without financial worries. He hadn't realized her troubles. Maybe she just saw him as someone to vent to. Glancing at his rock-hard cock, he added, "I can't control it sometimes. It just doesn't listen."
"Of course Auntie isn't mad." Cao Meng's tears turned to smiles. She gently grasped his shaft, giggling, "Silly boy, it's just instinct. It sees Auntie's slutty pussy and wants in. Don't you want to fuck it like last time?" She stroked his cock softly.
Ma Jun's eagerness surged, but Liu Yan's alluring face flashed in his mind, giving him pause. He'd promised her no more messing around. Zhang Li didn't count—she predated that vow. But Cao Meng was new, practically throwing herself at him the day after his promise to Liu Yan. Fate was cruel.
Seeing his hesitation, Cao Meng rolled onto her knees, pouting her snowy, plump ass and shaking it. She spread her cheeks, exposing her dripping hole, cooing lewdly, "Come on, baby, fuck Auntie's big meat cave. I can't wait anymore."
Her filthy talk drove Ma Jun wild. He shoved Liu Yan from his thoughts—prime pussy like this? Waste not to fuck it. He pressed forward, his thick shaft nudging her slick entrance. Months later, touching that plump, pale pussy again thrilled him. It was the first one he'd ever entered, even if just briefly. He'd been hooked then, and now he had another shot.
Cao Meng felt his scorching tip at her hole but no thrust. Impatient, she whined, "Why aren't you coming in? Auntie'll get mad."
Snapping to, Ma Jun pushed in. They both moaned "ahh." For her, it was the thick rod she'd dreamed of finally returning. She sighed contentedly as it slid deep. For him, guilt hit—Huang Guoxin was downstairs waiting for medicine. He'd forgotten in the heat of her half-naked body. He froze awkwardly. "Auntie Cao, Guoxin had stomach pains, kept running to the toilet—probably bad food. I came up for meds, but you were asleep, so I tried waking you, and then..."
Cao Meng froze too. She'd thought he'd come for her. What a misunderstanding—if she'd known, she'd never have seduced him. Mortified, her face burned. She shot him a playful glare. "Ugh, why didn't you say so earlier? I thought you were..." Too embarrassed, she covered her face.
Knowing her shyness, Ma Jun pulled her arm. "Auntie, I really like you. Knowing you like me makes me so happy. After last time, I avoided you fearing you'd be mad. I dream of fucking you. You're not easy, handling the house alone with no one to talk to. Can I come over often?"
Touched and surprised by his empathy—unlike her busy husband or playful son—she teared up. "Of course, silly. Auntie waits every day. Come weekends; I'll cook. Like my food?"
"Love it." He thrust his hips playfully. "But I wanna fuck your slutty pussy more."
She gasped, thighs clenching, blushing furiously yet gazing seductively. "Baby, come anytime—Auntie's pussy is yours to fuck as long as you want. I love your big cock most."
Her words tempted him to ravage her, but Huang Guoxin waited in pain downstairs. Regretfully, he pulled out. She threw on a robe, grabbed meds, and they headed down.
Huang Guoxin grumbled at Ma Jun, "Took you forever! I've been waiting ages. Ow, my stomach. Where's the meds?"
Ma Jun glanced guiltily at Cao Meng. Good thing he'd remembered—Huang Guoxin might've come up otherwise.
Flushed, Cao Meng dosed her son, guilt gnawing. She'd forgotten him entirely in her lust; Ma Jun's reminder had saved her.
The meds helped, but multiple toilet trips left Huang Guoxin drained. They helped him to bed. Watching him groan, they exchanged secret glances, frustrated—their fuck had just started when interrupted. But they couldn't ignore him.
Soon he clutched his stomach again for the bathroom. They escorted him, waiting outside amid his pained cries. Ma Jun shook his head ruefully—should've fucked Cao Meng first instead of meds.
Seeing Ma Jun's tented pants, Cao Meng smirked, tiptoeing a kiss. He pulled her into a deep kiss, groping her full tits, grinding his cock against her crotch through clothes. Her arousal flared. Checking the bathroom sounds—son still occupied—she hiked her skirt. No panties for easy access; her plump pussy beckoned. She eyed him to thrust in.
Ma Jun dropped his pants, but his growth spurt raised his cock too high for easy entry like last year. After failed tries, he looked helpless. Giggling, she wrapped arms around his neck, signaling a lift. He scooped her ass effortlessly. Her legs hooked his waist, ass wiggling to align. Tip met hole; he slammed up, burying his big cock deep in her plump pussy.
The plunge hit her depths; she shuddered, legs locking tight, muffling a moan. Huang Guoxin heard: "Mom?"
"Nothing, son—Mom's tummy hurts too. Gonna lie on the sofa. Ma Jun, help me."
He carried her there, laying her torso flat, legs over his shoulders, pounding away. The distance and door muffled sounds.
But after a few strokes, the toilet flushed. Ma Jun groaned inwardly—can't he stay longer? He withdrew, stuffing back in. She smoothed her skirt.
Huang Guoxin emerged weaker but better. Seeing his flushed mom on the sofa with Ma Jun, he asked, "Mom, you okay?"
"Better after lying down. I'll sleep upstairs soon. You feeling okay?"
"Much better, but I need bed too—dizzy from all that shitting." Relieved, he told Ma Jun, "Help Mom upstairs later; I'm beat."
"Sure, leave her to me."
"Then head home after—no need to hang in my room."
"Got it." Huang Guoxin shuffled off. Ma Jun whispered to Cao Meng, "Now what? Need help up?"
Her eyes smoldered with lust, arms outstretched coquettishly. "Bad boy, you fucked the strength outta me. Carry me?" Son gone, her slutty side emerged.
Her allure ignited him—this mature vixen pouting was irresistible. Scooping her soft body, he bounded upstairs to the bedroom, tossed her on the bed, stripped, and pounced, groping her voluptuous form. Hands mauled her huge pale tits; cock teased her lips, seeking entry.
Impatient, she grabbed his shaft, guiding it in. He thrust deep with a wet squelch, pistoning fast. She moaned loudly, body quaking, unleashing pent-up passion.
Unworried now, Ma Jun savored plowing her pussy. His monster cock ravaged her depths like a dragon, drawing slutty cries from the curvy MILF.
"Ma Jun... slow... down... Auntie... can't... take... it..." Cao Meng wailed in ecstasy, floating on clouds.
"Auntie, you're too hot. Wanna fuck your big pussy daily." He kneaded her snowy tits, thrusts growing fiercer, spearing her core.
"Ah... Auntie... agrees... my big... pussy... yours... every... day... ahh!" Her nipples hardened; hair splayed; legs splayed wide for deeper penetration.
"Your pussy's perfect—mine alone from now on. No one else." He pulled out to the tip, grinding her clit, jealous of sharing her lush body.
Zhang Li didn't spark such possessiveness—less attractive, and he respected her. But Cao Meng's allure made him selfish; imagining her moaning under another man irked him.
"Greedy boy, hogging Auntie?" Empty and needy, she eyed him happily—he craved her exclusively.
But could she agree? Reject her husband?
"Promise, or no more." He teased her entrance mercilessly.
"Fine, big bad boy—I promise."
She yielded to his demand, eyes affectionate. "You're my husband now. Only you fuck me. Happy?"
Grinning, he slammed home, pounding as he teased, "Call me hubby, or I pull out."
"Ma Jun, my hubby, little hubby—fuck me! Auntie can't hold on!" His assault melted her reservations; she embraced him as her ideal man, delivering unmatched pleasure.
Dozens of brutal thrusts, and her legs clamped his ass. Hips bucked wildly, pussy spasming, gushing in unprecedented orgasm.
Ma Jun neared eruption, entranced by her slutty bliss. Her depths clamped his tip, whirling and sucking madly. Lightning ecstasy shot through him; his cock throbbed, blasting thick cum into the vortex. It gulped every drop greedily before releasing.
Panting on the bed, Ma Jun marveled at the eerie, living flesh—unlike with Zhang Li. Cao Meng's slutty pussy has some fatal vortex secret?
Cuddling like a kitten, she purred, "Bad boy, you're amazing. Never felt this good—not even with Guoxin's dad after all those times. First go and you're this good? You'll kill me when you're grown."
Grinning at her coquettish charm, he said, "Your pussy's wild—biting and sucking like that nearly broke me."
"I don't know—happens at climax. Guoxin's dad calls it a bottomless pit no cock fills." Blushing, she admitted it strained their marriage—her husband felt drained post-orgasm, avoiding sex, cooling their bond.
Ma Jun sympathized—the swirling suck was a fatal vortex, overwhelming for most. Lucky it only hit her peaks, and only long cocks like his reached it.
"Auntie, me or your hubby better?" He fondled her firm, pale tits—huge, rivaling Zhang Li's but perkier.
"You, bad boy. No variety—just pounding. No romance." She sighed; his care mattered more than duration.
Her shy allure stirred him. He kissed her lush lips, tongues dancing—a trick learned from Zhang Li, who taught him foreplay's power. It bonded deeper than mere thrusting.
Trembling under his tender kiss, she clung, tits mashing his chest. His cock owned her body; his caresses claimed her heart, filling her with bliss.
"Little hubby, I love you. No more men—not even Guoxin's dad." Now sincere, she craved him as true husband for total fulfillment—not mere lust.
"Really? Only me?" Surprised—he'd half-joked—guilt pricked at cuckolding her husband fully.
No words; she slinked down, licking his softening cock. Her nimble tongue circled the tip, reviving it. She deep-throated, bobbing expertly.
Thrilled and touched by her devotion, Ma Jun gasped, fighting premature release—he wasn't done with this slutty goddess.
"Tired, bad boy? Auntie's turn." Eyes gleaming, she straddled, impaling on his revived shaft. The deep stretch buckled her knees.
She bounced her fat ass, slurping his length. He thrust up, groping her jiggling tits. "Ah... Ma Jun... too... deep... gonna... die..." Her ass slammed harder, body weakening.
He sat up, lifting her slight frame to his lap, standing on the bed to rail her.
"So strong... Guoxin's dad never... gonna die... too deep... you'll pierce me!"
Spotting the open balcony, inspiration struck. He carried her there, still fucking. Panicked, she protested, "Bad boy, what—people'll see!" This was the bureau compound—colleagues everywhere. Scandal would ruin her.
"No one's out, Auntie—siesta time." Midday heat kept the neighborhood quiet.
"Tease." Shame thrilled her; she buried her face in his shoulder.
On the balcony, he bounced her juicy ass, eyeing shabby houses nearby. Anyone glancing up would spot them—exhilarating.
He'd fucked two older married women, hidden affairs. But the urge to brag burned. Balcony-fucking Cao Meng—a stunner—fed his pride. Unlike plain Zhang Li, conquering this beauty was brag-worthy, especially as a teen. Her body his alone—even from her husband—fueled him. He bent her over the railing, slamming her exposed pussy, wishing witnesses.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from Liu Yan's place with sheets—Liu Yan herself. Panic hit; he hugged Cao Meng back inside, heart racing. Had she seen? Distracted, his pace slowed.
Unaware, Cao Meng teased, "Bad boy scheming again? No more risky stuff."
Too late, he thought bitterly, refocusing with frantic thrusts. Her hips bucked back; soon she climaxed again, vortex milking him dry. They peaked together in screams.
Though she wanted more, Ma Jun—exhausted from two rounds and Liu Yan's sighting—promised next week. Reluctant, she kissed him passionately, eyes brimming love, nearly tempting him to stay.