Shu Meiyu's Fantasy
Just as Ma Jun was racking his brains in confusion, in a second-floor apartment in the County Government Family Courtyard, Li Ting sat anxiously in front of her computer, staring at the QQ icon on her desktop. It had been half an hour since she sent that friend request, but there was still no response. Li Ting's mood grew worse by the minute.
Ma Jun's QQ number had been obtained by Fang Lei from Huang Guoxin. Huang Guoxin thought Fang Lei wanted to pursue Ma Jun and readily agreed, never suspecting that the one actually trying to contact him was Li Ting. Fang Lei had her own little scheme—if Li Ting and Ma Jun got together, Huang Guoxin would finally give up, clearing the way for her. So Fang Lei was pulling out all the stops to play matchmaker.
Previously, Li Ting had been too embarrassed to ask Ma Jun for his QQ number directly, feeling it was too humiliating for a girl to take the initiative. But Fang Lei insisted it was no big deal these days—just a QQ number. She even knew high school girls in year two who, competing for a boy, would send him nude photos of themselves. It was unbelievable. Li Ting couldn't fathom it; those girls were way too wild, and she could never do something so shameful. Still, it eased her burden enough to have Fang Lei get Ma Jun's number for her. She figured he'd accept her request right away, but it had vanished like a stone dropped into the sea—no follow-up at all.
What the hell is going on? Li Ting stared blankly at the screen, her delicate face tinged with hurt, a mix of shyness and anger. She regretted messaging him. This was the first time in her life she'd ever reached out to a boy first, only to be ignored. Even a direct rejection wouldn't have stung this much.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Li Ting jumped, quickly closing the QQ window and grabbing a violin score from beside her to pretend to read. "Come in," she called out.
Soon, Shu Meiyu entered, carrying a plate of sliced oranges. Her voluptuous, sexy mature body was draped in a purple nightgown, the thin straps hugging her round, fair shoulders. Her massive, perfectly round breasts thrust high, straining the fabric taut and revealing a deep snowy cleavage, with half her tits spilling out. At home, Shu Meiyu rarely wore a bra, so the two plump, full mounds were vividly outlined under the gown—especially those grape-like nipples poking firmly against it, exuding raw sensuality. Her two thick, round snow-white thighs were long and straight, her ass plump and perky with abundant flesh. Every gesture radiated the unique charm of a mature woman. No wonder she had been the star of the Gu County Dance Troupe back in the day. Sadly, a lecher like Li Jianjun had such a sexy wife yet couldn't enjoy her, preferring to lust after the school's female teachers. Fate could be cruel.
"Tingting, come on, don't just focus on your violin. Have some fruit first."
Shu Meiyu set the plate on the table and handed her daughter a bright yellow orange segment, smiling warmly. "Summer vacation's just over a month away. Have you thought about where you want to go?"
"I don't want to go anywhere."
Li Ting nibbled at the orange absentmindedly, looking utterly listless. Her mind was still on Ma Jun not approving her friend request. Why won't he approve it? What does he mean by this? Does he have zero interest in me? Then why did he help me that night and carry me home? Thinking of lying on Ma Jun's broad, warm back, their bodies pressed so intimately, made her cheeks flush and her heart race. Her body grew restless, her pale little legs twisting uneasily.
"Huh? Didn't you beg to go abroad over New Year's?"
Shu Meiyu was surprised by her daughter's reaction. Smiling, she said, "How about this? I'll sign you up for a summer camp in France. June 21st is France's music festival—all music lovers gather in Paris for open-air concerts, even masters performing live. You could exchange ideas with them. And on the way, check out Milan in Italy—that's the birthplace of the violin."
At the mention of violin, a flicker of longing crossed Li Ting's eyes, but it quickly faded. She shook her head. "Mom, I don't want to go anywhere right now. Can you just let me be alone?"
"Alright, rest if you're tired from studying."
Shu Meiyu sighed helplessly and left her daughter's room. She sank onto the living room sofa and turned on the TV, but worry creased her alluring, glamorous face. Lately, Tingting had been off—always holing up in her room, sighing to herself, spacing out during violin practice. At first, Shu Meiyu thought it was study stress, but that seemed unlikely. With Li Ting's grades, even slacking off now, no one could catch up. So why the pressure? Later, she suspected her daughter had fallen for someone. She'd been that age herself; no way could she miss the signs. But she was curious too. Tingting was proud and picky—ordinary boys didn't interest her. Shu Meiyu had worried high school might bring puppy love derailing her studies, but for over a year, Li Ting barely interacted with boys, her scores rock-solid. At this rate, she could claim a spot at any top university in China—maybe even Gu County's gaokao top scorer, the first from San Zhong.
But the feared scenario had happened: her daughter was in love. Still, puppy love was a rite of passage for every girl. Shu Meiyu knew not to mishandle it—botch it, and it'd tank her studies and strain their bond. Caution was key.
First, figure out who the boy was. Shu Meiyu kicked off her shoes, casually draping her plump thighs over the sofa and leaning back on a cushion, lost in thought. Unaware, the bulge at her crotch peeked out, a few glossy black pubic hairs escaping her panties. The erotic sight was blood-boiling, but no one was there to savor her fragrant, soft, voluptuous body.
Suddenly, an image flashed in Shu Meiyu's mind: a tall boy's figure. That Ma Jun must be the one Li Ting liked. Recalling her daughter's past behaviors, it clicked more and more. Shu Meiyu had a good impression of Ma Jun—decent grades, sunny looks, easy on the eyes. But remembering their street encounter, when he'd gotten hard just from shaking her hand, she smiled faintly. Young guys are so sensitive, can't handle a little temptation.
Thinking of that prominent bulge in Ma Jun's pants, Shu Meiyu felt a sudden heat building inside her. She and her husband hadn't made love in ages, and at her wolf-like age, her needs were intense. She could only relieve herself with her fingers, but how could they compare to a man's hot, hard cock?
She wondered how big Ma Jun's dick was. From the look of it, not small at all—at least much longer than her husband's. If Tingting dated him later, could her delicate frame handle it? Shu Meiyu worried. Imagining Ma Jun dropping his pants, his thick, long monster cock swaying before her, her pussy grew scorching, her whole body tingling with an indescribable craving.
Shu Meiyu licked her dry lips, glancing at the TV to distract herself. But the screen showed a steamy scene: a man and woman kissing passionately, his hand mauling her tits, her moans filling the air. It set Shu Meiyu's heart pounding; she grabbed the remote, killed the TV, and hurried to the bedroom.
Even in bed, the heat persisted. A glass of cold water did nothing. Ma Jun's tented crotch haunted her. Finally, unable to take it, her trembling hand hiked up her skirt, fingers delving between her thighs. Her panties were soaked from her pussy's juices. She rubbed her plump, tender labia gently; the electric pleasure made the dance troupe's beauty shudder, neck arching back as a muffled moan escaped.
"Ahh, so good... Jianjun, come on, fuck me."
Shu Meiyu murmured softly, eyeing their 20th anniversary photo on the wall, calling her husband's name. But it felt alien now, evoking only his limp dick failing to enter her, fueling her frustration. Her snowy thighs twisted restlessly.
Suddenly, her husband's image morphed into Ma Jun. Shu Meiyu jolted in shock, as if her secret was exposed. Yet desire erupted like a volcano, shattering her defenses.
"Auntie, I'm here. I want to fuck you. Can I?"
Ma Jun flashed a shy smile, but his ferocious cock eyed her lush body hungrily.
"Yes, good boy. Fuck Auntie hard. I can't take it anymore."
Her mental walls crumbled. Fingers plunged into her flooded pussy, thrusting fiercely. The blissful stimulation rocked her nerves. Fantasizing Ma Jun's huge cock pounding her, she climaxed amid whimpers. Her snowy thighs spread wide, hips lifting her massive round ass, exposing her thick, pale pussy. Hot squirts gushed out, soaking the sheets.
This elegant noblewoman had tasted indescribable ecstasy in fantasy for the first time. But realizing the object was her daughter's classmate made her heart ache with shame. Am I really such a shameless woman? Post-orgasm, she lay limp, her pale voluptuous body quivering. Her meaty labia glistened with slick juices, the rosy tender walls twitching, oozing more nectar—begging for a cock to plunge in and ravage.
Moments later, Shu Meiyu sighed deeply, dragged herself up, and showered her sweat-drenched body. But recalling that mind-blowing climax filled her with guilt, like betraying her husband and failing her daughter.
You damn kid, you've ruined me.
She inwardly blamed Ma Jun, though how could she? He probably didn't even remember her anymore.