Busty Teacher Liu Yan - Chapter Eighteen: Song Ping's Troubles

When Ma Jun returned home, he saw his mother sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. He went up to her and said, "Mom, why did you suddenly come back?"
"What, you're not happy I'm back? Really." Song Ping said with a laugh. She was wearing a fitted purple dress, her shiny black hair was permed into big waves, her chest was full and ample, and her two jade legs were clad in black stockings, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
Although Song Ping is over forty years old, she still maintains a great figure. She has no excess fat around her waist, and her skin is fair and smooth, as firm and elastic as a young girl's. Especially now that she has started a company and become the chairman, she has more of a strong woman's temperament than the housewife she used to be. This gentle and virtuous woman seems to have been rejuvenated and entered the second spring of her life!
Even Ma Jun felt somewhat unfamiliar with his mother's appearance; if he were to encounter her on the street, he wouldn't recognize her.
"Ma Jun, what are you staring at? Don't you recognize your mother after I've been gone for a few days?" Song Ping felt a little embarrassed and strange seeing her son staring at her intently. She frowned and said, "Have you gotten into trouble again, hmm?"
"No way, I've been studying all this time. You can ask my cousin if you don't believe me," Ma Jun quickly explained.
"Then why are you acting so suspiciously? You must have something to hide." Song Ping was still suspicious. "Go ahead and tell me, I promise I won't get angry."
"Really, no," Ma Jun said helplessly. "I just feel like you've become a different person, not the same as before."
"Really? What's different?" Song Ping asked curiously, taken aback.
"Yes, she looks younger and prettier, and more feminine," Ma Jun said sincerely. This wasn't just him flattering his mother; in fact, she had changed a lot. Before, Song Ping raised Ma Jun alone and had to earn money to support the family. She had no time to dress up and couldn't bear to spend money on clothes. Now, with Liu Yan taking care of Ma Jun and her becoming the chairman of a clothing company, she often had to attend social events, so her image was very important. Her hairstyle and clothes were all carefully designed. Moreover, Song Ping herself was not bad-looking, like a gem covered in dust. With just a little dressing up, she looked radiant.
"Really?" Song Ping was secretly delighted, not expecting to receive praise from her son, but she pretended to be modest and said, "Young? What do you mean by young? You're almost an old woman, all you do is talk nonsense."
"Mom, I'm not lying to you." Seeing this, Ma Jun quickly flattered her, "You're not old at all, you really look quite young, especially with that fashionable perm, you look like a movie star, even prettier than my cousin."
"Ma Jun, do you really think Mom looks good like this?" Song Ping was even happier. Although many men had praised her before, she only thought they were flattering her. But her son would never lie.
"Of course, Mom, you should have dressed like this a long time ago. This is how you look like a wealthy boss." Ma Jun said with a grin, his eyes fixed on his mother's voluptuous body encased in her dress. Her fair and rounded arms were exposed, and the dress was very form-fitting, clearly outlining her breasts, though not showing them at all, which only made her more alluring. Beneath the dress, her two plump legs were encased in black stockings, making her thighs appear even more rounded and slender, while her calves were straight and thin. She wore a pair of black high heels, and the way they were lightly pressed together made her look exceptionally elegant, exuding a captivatingly sexy aura.
"What kind of rich boss is he?" Song Ping sighed and frowned. "I still owe the bank hundreds of thousands of yuan, and every month I have to pay rent, utilities, and employee salaries. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache."
"Mom, I heard from godmother that our company is doing quite well." Seeing his mother looking somewhat exhausted, Ma Jun felt very sorry for her and quickly went over to massage her shoulders. "We should be able to pay off the loan soon, right?"
"It's not as simple as you think." Song Ping felt very comfortable from her son's massage of her shoulders, so she took off her shoes, lay down on the sofa, and let Ma Jun massage her back. She squinted and said, "Business is good now, but the expenses are also high. It's not like before when it was just your godmother and me. The main store in Changji City alone has more than a dozen employees."
"What should we do then?" Ma Jun was also a little worried, gently pressing his fingers on his mother's smooth back. "Maybe we should just quit."
"That won't do." Song Ping shook her head, her eyes shining with determination. "There's no turning back once the arrow is released. No matter how difficult it is, I will persevere. Besides, I plan to open a few more branches to reduce costs. You don't need to worry about the company. Just focus on your studies and listen to your cousin."
"Oh." Ma Jun nodded and continued massaging his mother's back. His fingers quickly reached her waist. Looking at her plump buttocks and black silk legs under her skirt, he suddenly felt an overwhelming excitement. The desire that he hadn't been able to release at his cousin's house was now stirring again, and his penis gradually hardened and swelled.
"Son, come up here and do it. It's so awkward to be unable to get a good grip like this." Song Ping said with a smile as she watched Ma Jun sitting sideways on the sofa, struggling a bit to massage her. After all, her son was the closest person to her, and she couldn't possibly have any reservations about him.
Ma Jun hesitated for a moment before taking off his shoes and straddling his mother. Looking at her plump, fleshy buttocks, his penis became engorged and hard again. He placed his hands on his mother's waist and gently pressed them. The slippery touch excited him, but a wave of guilt washed over him. After all, the alluring body beneath him was his own mother. How could he possibly have such wicked thoughts about her?
"Mmm, so comfortable. Mmm, a little more pressure, a little lower." Song Ping closed her eyes and enjoyed her son's massage. She had been so busy in the city lately, constantly contacting clients and dealing with various departments. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Only now could she finally relax.
Ma Jun's hand moved down and soon landed on her soft, big buttocks, kneading them. He felt his mother's heavy buttocks were hot and slippery, and his penis instinctively began to thrust. The head of his penis pushed forward against his mother's buttocks through his pants, and an electric-like pleasure instantly assaulted his brain, making it difficult for him to control himself, and he almost ejaculated.
"No, if I ejaculate now, I'll be really doomed." Ma Jun felt a chill run down his spine and silently warned himself. He quickly rubbed his mother's scalp a few times, then jumped off the sofa and ran to the bathroom.
"Ma Jun, why did you leave?" Song Ping was still a little confused, wondering why her son had suddenly stopped giving her massages.
"Oh, I'm going to the toilet." Ma Jun rushed into the toilet without looking back, quickly pulled down his pants, grabbed his already throbbing penis, and started masturbating rapidly. His mind was still filled with images of his mother's large, full buttocks. He condemned himself for being shameless and depraved, for fantasizing about his mother's body. However, the incestuous and immoral feeling brought him even stronger pleasure. Perhaps it was because this woman was his most beloved mother that the feeling of physical contact was even more unbearable.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." The boy's suppressed groans echoed in the bathroom. His thick, hot penis trembled up and down as it was being stroked, the glans was extremely red, and clear liquid seeped from the urethral opening. Soon, a thick, milky white liquid spurted out from the urethral opening, directly hitting the tiled wall of the bathroom, and then slowly sliding down.
Ma Jun, panting, plopped down on the ground, feeling completely exhausted. His penis, which had just ejaculated, was still stubbornly erect, with hot, white fluid still oozing from the urethral opening. He was incredibly conflicted; how could he fantasize about masturbating with his mother's body? But what could he do when his mother was becoming more and more alluring?
Bang bang bang! Suddenly, Song Ping gently knocked on the door from the outside and said, "Ma Jun, are you done yet? I need to use the restroom too."
"Okay, okay." Ma Jun quickly pulled up his pants, then used toilet paper to wipe the semen off the wall before opening the door and sneaking back to his room, feeling somewhat guilty.
"Even going to the toilet takes so long." Song Ping frowned as she entered the bathroom, but smelled a strange odor. Suddenly, she saw a few drops of white liquid on the opposite wall, like shower gel. She reached out and touched it gently, feeling that the liquid was sticky and had a pungent smell. Suddenly, she realized that it was a man's semen. Could Ma Jun have been masturbating in the bathroom just now?
Song Ping's heart pounded, her full breasts heaved, and her face flushed. In her mind, Ma Jun had always been a child. Only today did she suddenly realize that her son had grown up and was experiencing sexual urges. Thinking about how Ma Jun had hurriedly climbed off her earlier, she felt embarrassed. Could it be that Ma Jun had those kinds of thoughts about her? What should she do? She was his mother, after all.
Sigh, it's all my fault for being too careless. Song Ping felt a little guilty. After all, her son is going through puberty, and it's normal for him to be interested in the opposite sex's body. She had only cared about her son's studies before and rarely talked to him about this topic. But it was a little awkward for a mother to discuss sex with her son. Moreover, she had no experience and didn't know how to guide him. What if she messed things up?
Song Ping walked out of the bathroom and looked at her son's closed bedroom door with a frown. This matter was neither a big deal nor a small one, but it required her to treat it carefully. Suddenly, an idea struck her. Liu Yan had a close relationship with her son and was also a teacher at the school. Perhaps it would be more effective for her to subtly probe Ma Jun.

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