The Tempting Moans of the Plump Mature Mother
In the adjacent two-story house in the Urban Construction Bureau family courtyard, separated by just a single wall, Cao Meng suddenly opened her eyes, a puzzled expression crossing her face. She nudged her soundly sleeping husband beside her and whispered, "Old Huang, did you hear that just now? It sounded like a woman shouting."
Huang Shouye rolled over groggily and mumbled, "What woman? You're the only woman in our house. What time is it? Go back to sleep." With that, he reached out, grabbed one of her plump breasts, gave it a squeeze, and promptly drifted off again.
Cao Meng frowned immediately, brushing her husband's hand away. She listened intently for a moment, but there was no more sound. Glancing at her husband snoring like thunder beside her, she felt wide awake. She slipped on a robe, got out of bed, and stepped onto the balcony to peer outside. It was pitch black, with only a few scattered lights visible in the distance. Perhaps that woman's voice had come from one of those spots. The cry had been sharp but not panicked—no sign of danger. Instead, it sounded like an overexcited shout, maybe the climax of lovemaking with a man.
The thought made Cao Meng's body stir restlessly. Her pussy ached with hunger, craving the thrust of a man's cock. But ever since her husband had chased Ma Jun away last time, the boy hadn't come back to their home. She'd been in a cold war with her husband for ages. Though she'd eventually forgiven him after his endless pleading, she refused to let him touch her anymore. Partly to vent for Ma Jun, but mostly because after tasting that massive cock of his, she had nothing but disdain for her husband's pathetic dick. In length, hardness, girth—Ma Jun's huge cock outclassed him completely, not to mention the boy's astonishing stamina and endurance.
But those passionate nights with Ma Jun felt like a distant memory now, faded like smoke from yesterday. Late at night, lying beside her snoring husband, Cao Meng often masturbated while fantasizing about Ma Jun's massive cock, finally releasing her pent-up desire. Yet fantasy could never replace the exquisite sensation of that hot rod plunging into her pussy—it only made her crave another wild fuck session with him even more, letting that young, rock-hard cock rampage inside her, flooding her with scorching cum.
Ah... Thinking of Ma Jun's thick, long monster cock, Cao Meng couldn't help sliding her hand under her nightgown. She pushed aside her sexy lace panties, exposing her plump, creamy labia majora, and began teasing them with her pale, smooth fingers. Her other hand kneaded one of her full, heaving breasts. Her rosy, seductive lips parted slightly, letting out a string of alluring moans.
"Ah... so good, Ma Jun, your cock is so huge. It feels amazing. Auntie loves your big dick—shove it in me! Auntie wants you to fuck her little pussy hard. It's itching so bad, about to drip. Ah, Ma Jun, you little rascal, come fuck Auntie!"
Cao Meng's fingers slowly delved into her slit, feeling the tender walls quiver. Her core was already secreting juices. She stirred them inside her tight channel, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her body. Her legs weakened; she leaned against the railing, panting delicately, lost in lust. But even her nimble fingers paled against the overwhelming thrill of Ma Jun's thick, long cock filling her. A pang of resentment rose in her heart. Ma Jun, you little devil, you heartbreaker... Are you really ignoring me? Auntie's pussy has been waiting for you to fuck it.
Downstairs in one of the rooms, Huang Guoxin sat in front of his computer, eyes glued to the screen showing naked men and women in a frenzied orgy. He gripped his erect cock, jerking it furiously. On the display, a slutty, lewd woman moaned loudly. Stark naked, she knelt on the bed, ass high, letting the man behind her pound her relentlessly with his big dick. Her massive, round tits swung wildly, sending ripples through them. The obscene scene was enough to make anyone's nose bleed.
If any San Zhong students were beside Huang Guoxin, they'd be shocked. This wasn't some Japanese porn star—it was their Chinese teacher, Li Wen. Last time, he'd followed Ma Jun to Feng Kun's place and snagged a bunch of her sex videos and photos. He'd copied them all to his computer and ditched his old downloaded clips. Now, every night, he jerked off to Li Wen's fuck sessions.
After missing his shot at banging Li Wen last time, Huang Guoxin had buckled down, vowing revenge. He'd shelled out big bucks online for a secret manual and started practicing the Golden Spear Unyielding Skill. They said mastery made your dick like steel, holding out at least thirty minutes without cumming. At peak, you could shoot whenever you wanted—better than the national soccer team. The team lasted ninety minutes without scoring at best, but according to the manual, by layer three, he'd hold out three or four hours.
The male leads in his favorite smut stories lasted maybe half an hour, driving women wild and turning them into loyal harem girls with no jealousy. Once he mastered this, flashing his big cock would have San Zhong girls begging to be his girlfriend. Even Li Wen would look at him differently, and he'd show her what he could do.
That night he'd prematurely ejaculated in front of her, he'd wanted to crawl into a hole. Her shocked look haunted him, filling him with shame worse than when his mom caught him jerking off with her panties. He swore he'd make her beg under his cock.
Watching Li Wen get railed like a slut on screen fired Huang Guoxin up. His hand flew faster. Sensing the urge to cum, he grabbed an ice pack wrapped in a towel from the cooler nearby and pressed it to his reddened, throbbing dick. It had been rock-hard and veiny; the cold made goosebumps rise, and it softened quick. He stowed the pack, opened another video, and started stroking his limpish cock again.
This was the manual's first technique: Dragon's Regret. When the ejaculation urge hit, don't cum—cool it down fast, then re-stimulate to full erection. Repeat to toughen the cock against extremes, reducing sensitivity. No more shooting at the sight of tits. Long-term, it'd boost endurance and even lengthen and thicken it. Three birds, one stone.
Huang Guoxin's dick was average among guys—tiny next to Ma Jun's. He'd always hated that. Hearing the skill could enlarge it sealed his faith. He'd practiced Dragon's Regret for a full week, and damn if it wasn't working. Used to blow his load in three or four minutes to porn; now he lasted seven or eight before the urge. Not quite the half-hour heroes in stories, but a win for him. It fueled his resolve.
Every night after the family slept, he'd sneak in practice: nine erections a cycle, called a Little Heavenly Circuit in the manual. Start with one daily; later, masters did eighty-one for the Great Heavenly Circuit. By then, even Ma Jun wouldn't match him. Li Wen would beg, ass up, pussy ready for his pounding.
Imagining Li Wen's bone-deep sluttiness set Huang Guoxin ablaze. His cock hardened again. Stroking at the screen, he groaned softly, "Li Wen, you slut, I'm gonna fuck your tight pussy, fuck you dead for laughing at me. Ruin that cunt! Ahhh, can't hold it—gonna cum!" His glans tingled; after eight holds, his cock surrendered. The slit opened, spurting thick semen.
Huang Guoxin slumped back against the chair, panting, staring at Li Wen's gorgeous face on screen. His pale cock twitched, dribbling more cum from the cute tip. One more month, and I'll get revenge on her.
After resting, he cleaned up, got dressed, and logged into QQ. Seeing a gray avatar in his friends list dimmed his mood. Sure, he obsessed over Li Wen, but it was just a guy's instinct for mature women—no real feelings. Zhang Li, Li Wen, Liu Yan—they were all symbols of grown-up pussy to him. He wanted to conquer them, nothing more. Deep down, the one he craved was Li Ting.
He'd chased Li Ting for months, but she stayed lukewarm, teasingly distant. He'd buttered up her friends, showered them with gifts, and his only win was her QQ number. When he got it, he added her nervously, terrified of rejection. But she accepted instantly upon recognizing him, sending him into ecstasy. He dreamed of nightly chats.
Reality crushed him: she never messaged, and her status was always offline at home. At first, he thought she hid online from him, so he bought premium for alerts. Never a peep. Turns out she barely used QQ—probably a dummy account. No wonder she'd friended him so easily.
Sighing at his futile wait, Huang Guoxin thought even godlike stamina wouldn't win Li Ting's heart. He'd searched online for love potions or aphrodisiacs—nothing but shady drugs. No way he'd stoop that low. Seeing her vibrant figure in class always stirred him. At first, chasing her was to one-up Su Jianxin and brag, but now he genuinely liked the lively girl. He wanted her as his real girlfriend. But she was perfectly neutral—neither cold nor hot—leaving him stumped.
Gazing at her dim avatar, he opened the chat and typed, "Li Ting, you there?" No reply. Predictable. He sighed, logged off, shut down the PC, and headed to bed. Then he heard voices outside the window—odd.
Hot weather lately, and his room's AC was busted, so the window stayed open. But it overlooked their yard; parents were asleep. Who was out there? A thief?
His heart pounded. Recent news blared about a flying burglar in the county, though it'd quieted. Had they returned?
Excitement mixed with nerves. Catching that thief and turning him in would make him a hero. A commendation to school would stun his haters—maybe even impress Li Ting.
Thrilled, seeing it as heaven-sent, he grabbed his nunchucks, tiptoed out the bedroom to the front door, cracked it, and slipped outside. No one in sight. False alarm? Disappointed, he turned back—then heard familiar moans from the balcony above. He looked up instinctively and froze. His mother, in a sheer nightgown, leaned on the railing: one hand squeezing her snowy, full breast, the other buried between her thighs, moving frantically. Mom was masturbating. Those seductive moans came from her. Staring at his plump mature mother's enchanting form, Huang Guoxin's mind blanked. His mouth dried; the nunchucks clattered to the floor with a loud clang.