The Noble Mature Woman Toyed With
Ma Jun stepped out of the Urban Construction Bureau housing complex, his mind uneasy as he replayed the moment on the balcony with Cao Meng—only for Liu Yan to catch them. After all, he'd sworn to her just last night that he'd turn over a new leaf. Yet here he was, the very next day, tumbling into bed with Huang Guoxin's mother, and Liu Yan had seen it with her own eyes.
Still, when Ma Jun thought of Cao Meng's intoxicatingly voluptuous body, he felt no regret. His romp with Zhang Li had been pure carnal impulse, but Cao Meng had shown him the exquisite thrill of fucking a truly slutty woman. Zhang Li was steady and reserved, his homeroom teacher no less—even in their illicit affair, she rarely let loose with any lewd abandon, never whispering the kind of cock-stiffening dirty talk that spilled so naturally from Cao Meng's lips. Ma Jun was hooked on this seductive, worldly beauty of a mature mother.
He'd barely taken a few steps when a blooming young housewife emerged from behind a large tree by the roadside. She wore a pink floral sundress with thin straps, holding a yellow parasol. Her face was strikingly beautiful, her figure gracefully curvaceous, her aura icy and aloof. Most eye-catching of all were the pair of towering, snow-white megabreasts straining against her dress—more arresting than even Cao Meng's assets, both in looks and build.
But when Ma Jun spotted her, his soul nearly fled his body. He wanted to bolt, yet forced himself to walk over, stammering, "Teacher Liu, what are you doing here? Careful not to get heatstroke in this scorching heat."
Liu Yan's lovely face was overcast with storm clouds, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at the grinning Ma Jun. "Ma Jun, do you remember what you promised me last night? You said you'd study hard and stop all that nonsense. And just one night later, you've forgotten it all? You're still a student—how could you do something so shameless?"
Earlier, in the courtyard, Liu Yan had glimpsed Ma Jun and Cao Meng fucking on the second-floor balcony next door. She'd hurried back to her room after one look, but she'd recognized the man as Ma Jun. It was unbelievable—an obvious married woman, mature and worldly. Ma Jun was tall and built, sure, but just a high school freshman. How could he be screwing someone a dozen or twenty years his senior?
Liu Yan knew Ma Jun was more mature than most boys his age, with stronger urges. Even if he couldn't resist fooling around with girls from school, she wouldn't be shocked. But the more she dwelled on it, the more uneasy she felt—afraid she'd misseen. So she'd circled around and hidden outside the complex gates. After half an hour, sure enough, Ma Jun emerged.
"No way, how could I forget?" Ma Jun averted his guilty eyes. "I spent the morning studying at school, and now I'm heading back to keep at it. Teacher Liu, what do you mean by asking that?"
"Ma Jun, tell me honestly—what were you doing in the Urban Construction Bureau complex?" Liu Yan cut straight to it, seeing him dodge. "Was that man on the balcony you? Don't think stripping naked hides you. The hair length, height, build—they all match."
Ma Jun's heart sank. She'd recognized him. What now? But he hadn't been caught in the act. If he denied it flat-out, she had nothing on him. Feigning grievance, he said, "Teacher Liu, how can you accuse me like that? Lots of guys have similar builds. Maybe you just saw wrong."
Liu Yan leaned in and sniffed him—yep, woman's scent on his clothes. Undeniable. She snorted coldly. "Won't admit it? Fine, I'll ask that woman myself. Let's see whose shameless slut seduces a kid."
Liu Yan despised the woman more. Ma Jun was just a student, willpower weak, easy to tempt—but not bold enough to force himself unless provoked. That shameless bitch bore most of the blame, seducing a minor.
Ma Jun panicked and blocked her path. "Teacher Liu, I was wrong, okay? It's all my fault—nothing to do with her."
He couldn't let her confront Cao Meng. It'd humiliate her, and Huang Guoxin would learn of his fling with his mom.
"Who is she? How old? Why defend her so fiercely?" Liu Yan said coldly. "No, I can't let her ruin you. You're only sixteen. I have to talk to her—make her swear off you. And you—write a formal pledge. No more contact."
With Liu Yan dead set on it, Ma Jun panicked. "Teacher Liu, just leave me alone! You're not my mom or homeroom teacher. What right do you have? What even am I to you?"
Liu Yan froze, staring blankly. True—they had no relation. Even if he murdered someone, it was none of her business. So why did seeing him fuck that woman unsettle her? Was it fondness? No—she just didn't want him going astray, turning delinquent.
Her face paled. "Ma Jun, one last time: will you listen to me?"
"No." Ma Jun bristled, neck stiff. "My life's my business. I know who really cares about me."
Liu Yan's heart stabbed. She trembled, tears spilling uncontrollably. She nodded slowly. "Fine. I overstepped. I won't meddle anymore. Goodbye." She turned and hurried away.
Seeing her disappointed, heartbroken look, Ma Jun regretted his harsh words—but pride kept him from admitting fault. He watched her vanish into the distance, a hollow ache settling in. No more ties with Liu Yan.
Once she was gone, Ma Jun stood lost, as if bereft of something precious. The thrill of Cao Meng faded fast. Liu Yan was his ultimate prize, yet he'd lost her. Life was nine parts frustration, but to outsiders, his conquests were enviable enough.
Shaking it off, Ma Jun headed to school for self-study. But Liu Yan's teary face haunted him. At a crosswalk, he ignored the red light and stepped out—until a screeching brake yanked him back. A Santana halted inches away.
Still dazed, Ma Jun stared. A pretty girl leaped out in a blue dress, skin like snow, tall and slender—Class 57's flower, Li Ting.
She rushed up, worried. "Ma Jun, you okay? You scared me! How do you cross without checking lights? Dad honked, but you didn't hear."
Ma Jun flushed awkwardly. "Lost in thought."
A mature, elegant woman and a man in his fifties emerged. The woman wore a white cheongsam hugging her plump allure—Li Ting's mother, Shu Meiyu. The man, silver-haired but refined, was San Zhong's principal, Li Jianjun.
Li Jianjun was a veteran in Gu County's education scene, well-regarded. San Zhong had been the dump no one wanted—weakest of the three highs. Under him, discipline tightened, ethos shifted, top local talent recruited. Scores soared; five years ago, they overtook No. 2 High, closing on kingly No. 1.
Liu Yan had returned via an open recruitment years back, joining as a high school Chinese teacher. A top provincial uni grad, she'd aimed for the city—but then-boyfriend Xu Zhipeng insisted on rural Gu County. Soon after, he chased bigger bucks south, leaving his sexy stunner alone and sparking endless drama.
Seeing his daughter cozy with a boy, Li Jianjun chuckled over. "Tingting, introduce your friend?"
"Dad, it's Ma Jun—from our class." Li Ting blushed at the tease. "We hardly talk."
"Oh, San Zhong too?" Li Jianjun eyed him. He'd glimpsed Ma Jun before, but as principal, thousands of kids blurred. Ma Jun's grades were average—good Chinese, but unmemorable.
"Hello, Principal Li. I'm Ma Jun."
He was polite, unfazed. Kids feared homeroom and deans more than the smiling principal—like weekly assemblies: vital, ignored.
"Ah, Ma Jun. I remember. Good essays—Zhang loves you." Li Jianjun perked up. Ma Jun shone in comps; Chinese was San Zhong's edge over No. 1. Last year's arts top scorer: theirs.
"All thanks to Teacher Zhang." Ma Jun was humble—truth. Zhang Li, senior-most among high-1 homerooms, excelled in essays. Class 57 topped year ranks.
"Good teaching, diligent learning—both essential." Li Jianjun nodded. Steady kid. He fretted less over Li Ting's friends now.
"Am I invisible? Tingting, introduce me too." Shu Meiyu cut in, peeved at her husband's lecturing. Since Ma Jun walked Li Ting home, curiosity piqued. Today, chance met—ruined by hubby. Smiling at Li Ting, she eyed Ma Jun.
"Forgot—Mom, this is Ma Jun." Li Ting flushed. To Ma Jun: "This is my mom."
"Hello, Auntie." Ma Jun greeted politely, then gawked. Li Ting's mom is stunning. Elegant, voluptuous milf in her forties: trendy curls, refined features. Cheongsam hugged her curves—towering breasts, sheer stockings on sleek legs, black heels. Poised, aristocratic aura inspired awe.
Caught in Shu Meiyu's sparkling gaze, Ma Jun blushed. He craved busty matures—hence Liu Yan obsession, Zhang Li fling, Cao Meng marathon. Another charmer.
Her cloud-like tits, shapely thighs stirred him. Rumors of Li Jianjun chasing Liu Yan? Must be bullshit—his wife rivaled her beauty, outshone in regal poise. If she were mine, no side-glances.
Shu Meiyu liked his shyness, offered her silky hand. "Hello, Ma Jun. I'm Tingting's mom—call me Auntie Shu. I work at the dance troupe. Visit sometime."
Ma Jun gripped her cool, smooth hand—her scent hit. His dormant monster cock twitched. He yanked free fast. She was Li Ting's mom—principal's wife. No public boner.
Shu Meiyu withdrew, miffed. Rare for her to initiate with strangers—special for daughter's friend. Rejected? Am I too old? Unappealing? Glancing at fidgety Ma Jun, her eyes dropped—to his bulging crotch. Stunned. Experienced, she knew: handshake erection. Anger? Flattery? Complex heat flushed her cheeks.
Li Ting missed the tension. "Ma Jun, where you headed midday?"
"Caught up on lessons—heading to school. Principal Li, Auntie Shu—see you." Cock still rigid, Ma Jun pocket-pressed it, fleeing. Second woman after Liu Yan to harden him at a glance.
After he left, Shu Meiyu recovered. Too forward—backfired. Kids today know sex early, curious age. My touch sparked it.
His awkward retreat amused and guilted her. To Li Ting: "Such a diligent boy—school on weekends. Good kid. Step up, or he'll snag first in year."
Li Ting smirked confidently. "No fear. He's tenth now. Even standing still, he can't catch me."
Li Jianjun chuckled. "Don't get cocky. Boys surge late. Ma Jun's got potential if focused. Our champs are always guys—break that, Tingting."
"Dad, guaranteed—San Zhong's first female top scorer!" Li Ting puffed her budding B-cups proudly—far from Mom's lofty peaks. Who'd claim this bloom?
"Super's ahead." Li Jianjun grinned. "School errands—won't shop." He drove off.
Shu Meiyu linked arms with Li Ting, entering the new three-story supermarket. Gu County lagged—no fancy spots, just Xinhua Department Store and trade market. City trips for nice clothes sucked. Dragged daughter for summer outfits—and skirts for her budding beauty.
"So crowded." Shu Meiyu frowned at the throng. Hated bustle. Hesitated—but Li Ting yanked her in, eyeing a white dress she'd scoped secretly.
Nearing womenswear, rowdy youths shoved through. Chaos surged; Li Ting stumbled forward, losing Mom's hand. "Mom!" Her cries drowned in noise and promos.
Shu Meiyu lost sight amid the sea of heads, buffeted like driftwood. Arms shielded her heaving breasts, but her curves brushed others. Regret this circus. Inched with flow.
Suddenly, a hand groped her plump ass. She whipped around—a yellow-haired twenty-something eyed banners, gaze shifty. Guilty.
She glared icily. Noblewoman—untouchable usually. Here? Powerless. Hoped to find Li Ting, escape.
Scanning ahead, crowd clashed—jammed. No staff. Helpless wait.
Supermarket frenzy showed Gu County's lag—pent-up shopping lust unleashed. Would fade as county modernized.
Then—a hand slipped her cheongsam's slit, stroking her thick thigh. Beyond grope: outright harassment.
Shu Meiyu paled, reached back to grab—but arms pinned. Surrounded by those rowdies. The hand fondled dreamily, inching groinward.
Terror gripped her. Father's cop days: simple, safe Gu County. Now, boomtown bred punks harassing crowds. She'd warned Li Ting—never dreamed it'd hit her publicly.
"Let go! Or I call the cops!" She twisted fiercely—but outnumbered. Gasped, spent. Hand probed her panty-clad slit, pressing her clit.
"Ah!" A moan escaped. Panic flushed her face; thighs clamped. Virgin to all but hubby—yet expert fingers hooked lace aside, baring plump labia. Rubbed her pearl, then plunged into moistening hole.
Her lush body arched rigid, mind blank. Finger-fucked now—shamefully, pussy wept nectar.
"Hot slut—already flooding." Hot breath, lewd voice: "Craving bro's fat cock in your sloppy cunt?"
Shu Meiyu burned with rage. Famous in county: principal wife, cop daughter, assembly vet grandpa. Revered. Such filth? Mortified.
"Don't push it—release me, or regret it." Eyes fierce. "I'll summon the criminal police captain!"
Laughter boomed. He licked her sensitive earlobe. "Feisty—threats with cops? Think we fear 'em? Got buds there." Finger pistoned her vise-tight hole. Pity—prime milf. Too public for full fuck.
Shu Meiyu softened, flushed, thighs parting. Age sensitized her; sex-starved lately. Resistance melted to illicit hunger.
Noticing, he checked chaos—comps shielded. Zipper down, cock out—hard, thick. Hoisted her skirt, baring creamy ass. Public rape intent.
Scorching rod nudged her cleft. Horror: supermarket midday—not alley dark. Madmen! She thrashed—but it slid toward sopping entrance. Seconds from penetration, fate sealed. Eyes shut, tears of despair flowed.