The unlucky teacher who accepted red envelopes

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When I was in my third year of junior high school, I came home early one day. Just as I reached the gate of my yard, I suddenly saw a bald man wearing tattered work clothes, furtively peeping at my window.

I'd never seen him before, so he probably wasn't from our area; but judging from his work clothes, he didn't seem unemployed. I was young then, and seeing this bald stranger made me inexplicably afraid. Remembering my parents' constant reminders to be careful, I became even more frightened… For a moment, I stood frozen at my own gate, completely at a loss. Meanwhile, my mother, who taught at the town's top high school, had just finished work and must have just come home.

My mother's surname is Wei, and she has a beautiful name, Wei Meizhen. She's 36 years old and teaches art at the county high school.

My mother is a well-known beauty in the area; not only is her face incredibly beautiful—big eyes, long eyelashes, and long, flowing black hair—but she also maintains a remarkably perfect figure. Approaching forty, my mother still possessed a slender waist, full, shapely hips, and long, beautiful legs… It's no exaggeration to say that every part of my mother's body was enough to make any man drool with desire.

And, all along, I had assumed my mother was a gentle, quintessential wife and mother.

That day, returning home, like most working women, the first thing my mother did was change her clothes.

At that moment, of course, she didn't realize someone was outside the window, so she didn't draw the curtains and began to undress.

My mother methodically unbuttoned her shirt, took off her vest, revealing her enormous breasts, easily a 32F, white and round, like two ripe coconuts.

Then, my mother paused, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra one clasp at a time, immediately creating a deep cleavage between her high, firm breasts. Once all the clasps were undone, the bra cups separated, and instantly my mother's enormous breasts lost their support, swaying and hanging precariously on her snow-white chest.

At that moment, I saw the bald man pull his penis out of his pants, seemingly masturbating.

Having taken off her top, before she could even change into a new one, my mother quickly removed her floral skirt, revealing her sexy, plump buttocks encased in flesh-colored stockings… From a young age, my mother had always loved wearing stockings; she never wore trousers, only skirts, all year round. Her collection of stockings and pantyhose in various styles and colors was countless.

Once, on Mother's Day, naively, I saved up my allowance for several months and finally bought my mother a set of imported sexy garter stockings. As a result, on Mother's Day, I not only failed to win my mother's favor, but also got a good scolding from my father...

After my mother changed her clothes inside, the bald man who had been spying outside was still somewhat unsatisfied, rapidly stroking his penis. Suddenly, the man seemed to sense something was wrong and turned around alertly—sure enough! A middle school student, still looking quite young, was standing at the gate, staring blankly at him...

Then, the bald man, without even bothering to zip up his pants, took off running like the wind, escaping from my yard.

After he left, it took me a while to come to my senses and realize I should hurry home. I picked up the doorbell, ready to ring it, but before I knew it, another problem arose: there was more than just my mother in the house. On the sofa next to the dining table, the principal of my mother's high school was lounging lazily, holding our teacup.

Seeing that my mother had changed her clothes, the principal put down his hot tea, a lewd grin on his face, and told her to sit on his lap. My mother blushed, initially a little embarrassed, but still forced herself to go over and plopped down on the principal's lap. Before she was even properly seated, the principal impatiently reached out and squeezed her breasts from under her armpits. Grabbing

one breast in each hand, he groped and kneaded them, saying with satisfaction, "Hmm, they feel so soft without a bra!"

At that moment, I was completely dumbfounded... In a panic, I quickly ran to the window, the very spot where the bald man had been spying on my mother, and secretly observed her.

"I already gave you a blowjob in the office... why did you come all the way home..." my mother said, her face flushed with shame.

"One blowjob is enough? My beauty, you have no idea, I almost went crazy from holding it in when I went on that godforsaken business trip the other day! Come on, let's hurry up and make the most of this while your husband's not around!" With that, the principal started unbuckling his belt. My mother watched, sighed, and turned her head away, her expression very complicated.

The principal asked my mother to give him oral sex again, saying that he would fuck her once his penis was hard, and that it wouldn't take any time.

My mother had no choice but to obediently nod.

Next, I saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her smooth upper body facing the door, including her two large, coconut-like breasts. She skillfully stroked the principal's penis with her hand, gently sliding from the glans to the scrotum. Soon, the principal's penis became erect, so my mother quickly buried her head in his crotch, then opened her mouth wide and took most of his penis into her mouth.

My mother's oral skills were superb. She would gently scrape the principal's glans with the tip of her tongue, then alternately suck on his testicles, making "plop, plop" sounds. The whole sequence was performed rhythmically, neither too fast nor too slow. While sucking and spitting out the principal's penis, my mother deliberately raised her buttocks high, swaying them from side to side occasionally.

In less than ten minutes, under my mother's excellent oral service, the principal's penis was experiencing waves of pleasure, a tingling, numb sensation. Naturally, his ugly penis finally became erect.

Then, before the principal could give any instructions, my mother silently stood up and consciously began to remove her underwear and stockings, but not completely. Her sexy rose-red thong and flesh-colored pantyhose still clung alluringly to her snakeskin high heels.

My mother straddled the principal's hairy body, her legs spread wide. She guided his penis with her delicate hands, leading it towards her vagina.

"Ah..."

With a scream, the principal's glans parted her labia, his penis thrusting deep into her wet vagina.

"Come on! Move yourself, hurry!"

Under the principal's command, my mother endured the stinging pain inside her vagina, bobbing up and down repeatedly... Instantly, I saw through the window that my mother's plump body was rippling with flesh, her two full breasts, like two large, fleshy bells, violently swinging back and forth.

At that moment, seeing such a sensual and erotic scene in real life for the first time, I found myself unconsciously aroused, even though I knew perfectly well that the naked woman being violently penetrated was my own mother.

While thoroughly enjoying my mother's plump, fleshy vulva, the principal didn't forget to reach out and grab her two bouncing breasts. Showing no tenderness, he repeatedly squeezed my mother's chest, kneading her pitiful breasts into various shapes…

Later, I learned that my mother's affair with the principal actually dates back several years: at that time, my mother was a homeroom teacher for a class in the first year of high school. In the second semester, all the first-year students and teachers were about to face the "class placement test" for the second year.

My mother, driven by greed, accepted a red envelope from a student's parent, containing several thousand yuan. She promised to help that parent's child get into an "advanced class" in the second year, regardless of the child's test scores.

However, things didn't go as planned. That unruly child was truly disappointing; at the end of the first year, his test scores were even worse than usual, and his final total score was far below the minimum requirement for the "advanced class." My mother was just an ordinary homeroom teacher; how could she possibly change the situation? Naturally, in the end, my mother couldn't help that parent with the class assignment.

The parent, furious that he had given the red envelope and accepted the money but the deal hadn't gone through, reported my mother to the education bureau.

Eventually, the principal learned the whole story and privately approached my mother, asking if she still wanted to continue working. My mother, of course, said "yes" and nodded, pleading with the principal for help. Then, the principal was very direct; he openly told my mother that he had always had romantic feelings for her and that if she agreed to sleep with him a few times, the red envelope issue would be resolved.

My mother's heart clenched. How could she, a respectable woman, engage in such a shameful transaction? But then she thought of the regulations at the education bureau, and felt extremely conflicted and helpless. After all, her family situation was what it was: her husband's salary was average, and her son was a baby. The stable, easy job of a teacher was something she absolutely couldn't afford to give up.

Finally, after much deliberation, my mother gritted her teeth and reluctantly agreed to the principal's request.

...

Half an hour later, the principal and my mother finally finished inside. They tidied up briefly and then sneaked out the back door. I checked my watch; it was almost my usual dismissal time, so I pretended to be calm and used my key to open the door and go home.

For the next few days, I was restless. Every afternoon at school, I hoped the teachers would let us out early so I could go home early again and peep at my mother and the principal's lovemaking. But things didn't go as planned. On the rare occasions when school let out early, I rushed home excitedly, only to find my mother nowhere to be seen.

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