First day staying at the teacher's house

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My name is Wu Wei, I'm 175cm tall, of average build and looks—the kind of guy you'd easily blend into a crowd. I just got into the city's top high school this year, and school starts in a week. I was really looking forward to the unknown high school life, planning to waste—no, to squander—time during the golden years of my youth.

But my dream high school life withered before it even blossomed. The reason is that my parents are going abroad for work, and they're worried about who will take care of me, so they're having me stay with my high school teacher. My parents are from out of town, working in S city, and they have no relatives there. They're worried about me living alone at home, but they also worry that if I live at school, no one will supervise me and I'll slack off on my studies.

Finally, after much discussion, they decided I should stay with my high school teacher. I don't know much about this teacher; I only know her surname is Yan, that she was my mother's childhood neighbor and playmate, and that she teaches at Y High School in S city after graduating from university. Although we're both in S city, my mother and she haven't been in contact for years, exchanging greetings only on holidays. This time, I was admitted to the high school where she teaches. My parents were worried that I wouldn't have a place to stay, so my mother, swallowing her pride, went to ask Ms. Yan if I could stay at her house during my high school years.

My parents initially thought the chances were slim; they didn't believe Ms. Yan would agree, and they were just asking. To their surprise, Ms. Yan agreed on the spot, because her family had been hosting students for several years. Many parents at Y High School don't have time to take care of their children and are reluctant to let them live on campus, so they prefer to have their children stay with teachers. This way, not only is someone looking after their child's life, but they also essentially have an extra tutor. Although the accommodation fee for teachers is much higher than the cost of living at school, parents still prefer to send their children to teachers' homes.

I strongly oppose living at a teacher's house. This isn't normal high school life! It's like being in prison! Being watched by teachers at school during the day and being controlled by them at home at night—there's no freedom at all. This is hell on earth!

But at home, I only have the right to suggest, not to object. And so, on the day before my parents left for the country, they happily took me to my teacher's house at noon.

Teacher Yan's house was in "Green City Garden" in the eastern district of S City, a complex of 15-story buildings.

Y High School was just a few minutes' walk away.

Before we got on the elevator, my dad, carrying a gift bag, told me, "You must listen to your teacher, be polite, and study hard. This opportunity was pleaded for by your mother, and it cost a lot of money, so you must cherish it." I nodded silently. It was too late to turn back now; my high school years, already gone before I was even born… I mourn for you.

"Ding-dong," the elevator reached the 11th floor. After we got off, we knocked on the door facing east.

The woman who opened the door was in her fifties. She had a long, thin face with a pointed chin, several shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, sharp phoenix eyes, thin lips, fair skin, and wore a ponytail with light brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses. Her appearance wasn't striking, but she gave off a stern and unapproachable aura. She was about 165 cm tall, slender, wearing a white floral blouse and black casual pants.

"Yan Jing, we're here!" my mother greeted warmly. " Hello,

Teacher Yan." "Hello

, Teacher Yan," my father and I also greeted her.

"Hello, everyone, please come in. These two must be your husband and son," Teacher Yan invited us in and brought out slippers that had been prepared for us to change into.

I had assumed Teacher Yan was about the same age as my mother, but she was much older. Or was it that she didn't take good care of herself, making her look older?

As we changed into our slippers, I inadvertently glanced at Teacher Yan's feet. She was wearing sheer black stockings, the insteps of which were wrinkled. Because the pant legs covered them, I couldn't tell if she was wearing long or short socks. Her feet were probably size 38, quite slender, with slightly protruding bones and veins. Her toes were long and neatly trimmed. Despite the black stockings, her feet looked very fair and delicate. She wore bright red plastic sandals.

I've always been particularly interested in women's feet and stockings, especially the stockinged feet of mature women. I used to secretly use my mother's stockings to masturbate. Once, my parents caught me, and I got a beating. Mainly because my mother hit me hard; she was upset that I had dirtied her stockings. As for my father, he just pretended to hit me a few times, and afterwards, when he talked to me, he even said he understood my fetish.

I thought Ms. Yan would wear sandals barefoot, but I never imagined she would wear stockings, and my favorite kind of sheer black stockings at that. Instantly, this teacher's sex appeal in my mind rose a notch, and my mental way of addressing her changed from "old woman" to "mature woman."

We followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa. Yan Jing made tea for us, then sat down on the sofa next to her and said, "Lili, it's been so long! When you called me about your son, I almost didn't recognize your voice." "Yes, it's been so long," Mom and Yan Jing began to reminisce.

Dad chatted with them, occasionally chiming in.

I remained silent, sitting quietly, my eyes occasionally glancing at Yan Jing's stockinged feet. After Yan Jing sat down on the sofa, her trouser legs were pulled up quite a bit, revealing the top of her short stockings and a small section of her white calves. Her calves looked quite nice, with little leg hair and very smooth skin.

"Don't worry, Weiwei's staying at my house. I'll take care of him like my own son," Yan Jing assured her mother with a smile. "We used to only have three students living here, but those students have all graduated from high school. The three empty rooms were already booked by the parents of new students. Luckily, my daughter is in college, so Weiwei can stay in her room. Normally, students aren't allowed to stay in my daughter's room, but you're my best friend since childhood, so I vacated my daughter's room." "Oh, that's too kind of you," her mother laughed. "

What kind of relationship do we have? Don't be so formal," Yan Jing chuckled. "I originally planned to retire this year, but the school insisted I stay and teach a few more classes. But coincidentally, your son got into our high school. After the start of the semester, I became the homeroom teacher of the top-performing class in the first year, and I put Weiwei in my own class." "Thank you so much!" Her parents thanked her profusely upon hearing that she had been placed in Yan Jing's personally taught top-performing class.

Mom said again, "Are you retiring already? Time flies!" Yan Jing smiled and replied, "Of course! I'm fifty this year. I was supposed to retire according to plan, but I'm a top-level teacher at the school, and the principal couldn't bear to let me go, so he insisted I continue contributing. I used to be the head of the math research group, but I retired this year." "Weiwei, look how lucky you are. You have such a good teacher to guide you; you have to work hard!" Dad said, not forgetting to flatter the teacher as he gave me his advice.

I nodded vigorously, hoping to leave a good impression on Yan Jing. I hadn't known her for long, but I was already a little intimidated by her. I guess it was because she had been a teacher for so long, and her teacherly aura was too strong, causing me to instinctively feel a little afraid of her. Often, the relationship between students and teachers is like that of mice and cats—a pair of mortal enemies. Even if a teacher usually has a good relationship with the students, once they become strict, the students immediately panic.

Yan Jing turned to me and said seriously, "Weiwei, you should call me Aunt Yan, and I should call you Weiwei. But, three more students will be moving into my house. If we address each other like that, they'll think I'm being biased. So from now on, I'll call you Wu Wei, and you'll have to call me Teacher Yan." "I understand, Teacher Yan," I nodded in response.

"And I need to remind you, I'm very strict. No matter how you behave at home, you have to listen to Teacher Yan here," Yan Jing said sternly. "Your high school entrance exam score is a little short of the score needed for the top class, and I'm worried you'll struggle. So I'll be very strict with you in your studies. I hope you're mentally prepared." "Strictness is good. My husband and I are hoping you'll be stricter. If this kid misbehaves, just give him a slap on the head," Dad made a slapping motion.

"Don't worry about that. I may be strict, but I won't hit my child. I'll raise Wu Wei like my own son," Yan Jing said earnestly to her father.

Her parents chatted with Yan Jing for a while longer. Through their conversation, I learned that Yan Jing's husband also worked abroad and hadn't been back much in recent years; her daughter was studying at university in Beijing, only returning home for the Lunar New Year and working part-time during summer vacation; and her other three students wouldn't arrive for a few more days. While listening to their conversation, I stole glances at Yan Jing's stockinged toes. This woman was quite ordinary-looking, but her feet were incredibly sexy, making me itch with desire. Living under the same roof with such a beautiful-footed, mature teacher might not be so difficult.

An hour later, her parents had to leave. When they handed Yan Jing the gift bag, she repeatedly declined, but finally accepted it.

After giving me a final word of advice, her parents left.

"Wu Wei, let me show you around the house," Yan Jing said, leading me through all the rooms.

Her house had four bedrooms, a living room, a balcony, and two bathrooms. The master bedroom was Yan Jing's room. The second bedroom was divided into two smaller rooms for two students, and two smaller rooms for another student and her daughter. One bathroom was next to the second bedroom. The other bathroom was in the master bedroom, specifically for Yan Jing's use. A section outside the kitchen had a rectangular table and four chairs, serving as a dining area.

During the tour, I kept staring at Yan Jing's stockings, noticing the wrinkles on her ankles.

Her stockings weren't pulled too tight, so they wrinkled when she walked, which was quite a sight for me.

Just as I was staring at her feet, Yan Jing instructed, "Hurry up and move your luggage into the room; the bedding and such are already prepared for you." I carried my suitcase, which was near the door, into the room. This room was for Yan Jing's daughter; the walls were painted pink, and there was a desk and a chair next to the bed, along with a row of cabinets.

"Just put your clothes in these cabinets. The other cabinet has my daughter's winter clothes; you can leave them there. I've moved her summer clothes to my room." Yan Jing and I put the clothes into the cabinets together. Yan

Jing squatted down as she put the clothes away, revealing the top edge of her bright red underwear at the waistband. This mature woman had a serious expression on her face; I hadn't expected her to wear bright red underwear. Was this her birth year in the Chinese zodiac?

As she squatted, she stood on tiptoe, revealing the soles of her feet. The lines on her soles were clearly visible through her black stockings. There was a 3-centimeter-long hook on the bottom of her left stocking, revealing the white sole.

I slowly tidied the clothes, my eyes fixed on Yan Jing's stockinged soles, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. From childhood to adulthood, I have always secretly observed women's feet in stockings. Apart from my relatives, I can usually only observe the instep and ankle of other women. I rarely see the toes, and as for the soles of the feet, I have only seen them a handful of times. I remember seeing stockinged feet three times. Once was in elementary school when I went to the teacher's office to hand in my homework. I saw the homeroom teacher from the next class grading papers with her shoes off. The way she played with her black stockinged feet while grading was deeply etched in my mind. Another time was in middle school when my homeroom teacher was grading exam papers with her legs crossed, picking at her shoes and revealing flesh-colored stockinged feet. I was stunned by what I saw. Another time was with my female classmate who sat in front of me in middle school. She was wearing gray short stockings and jumping in the sandpit during PE class. Sand got into her sneakers, and when she took them off to shake the sand off, I saw her stockinged feet. Since I was right next to her, I could see them very clearly. From then on, whenever female classmates jumped in the sandpit, I would wander around nearby, just to catch a glimpse of those girls' beautiful feet in short stockings.

Today is a day to celebrate in my life. I saw sexy stockinged feet again, even though their owner is an older woman. That doesn't diminish the allure of her beautiful feet in stockings at all. Wait a minute, why do I feel so pathetic? Never mind! As long as I see beautiful feet in stockings, I'm satisfied.

Yan Jing's white floral blouse was quite sheer, and the black bra straps underneath were quite visible. This kind of subtle feeling is the best; I stared at her back for a while longer. This old slut, with her cold face and fierce mouth, actually wears red underwear and a black bra. Is she a repressed, horny teacher? Her husband is abroad most of the time; who is she dressed for? Is she dressed specifically for me?

Just as I was lost in thought, we finished tidying up our clothes.

Yan Jing stood up and said to me, "Dinner is at six o'clock; I'll make it. You can move around freely now, watch TV or read a book. You can only relax for a few days; you'll have to work hard when classes start in a few days." I stood very close to Yan Jing, and I could see her face clearly; there were no pigmentation spots or too many small moles.

Many people develop more moles and age spots as they age, but Yan Jing's face didn't show these changes. Her teeth were very straight, although there was a slight odor in her breath when she spoke, but it wasn't unpleasant; in fact, I found it quite pleasant. Yan Jing wore a platinum necklace; her neck was slender and white, revealing her collarbones below. I hadn't paid close attention to her jewelry before, but now I noticed she wore a wedding ring and a watch on her left hand.

"I understand, Teacher Yan," I said, staring into her eyes. Nearsighted people's eyes tend to be dull, but her gaze was incredibly sharp and fierce. Truly befitting a seasoned teacher.

"Also, you have to wash your own clothes, by hand. This is to cultivate your life skills. I'll wash your blankets, mattress, and winter school uniform in the washing machine. I'll talk to you about the rest later. I have something to do, so I'm going back to my room now. If you need anything, just let me know. You can boil some hot water yourself. If you're hungry, there are cookies in the coffee table drawer in the living room. Don't be shy, just help yourself." After saying that, Yan Jing went back to her room.

After hearing her close the door, I sat on the bed, my mind replaying Yan Jing's beautiful feet in stockings. My fantasies about Yan Jing skyrocketed. She went from "I don't want to fantasize about masturbating" to "I most want to fantasize about masturbating," skipping over the levels of "occasionally want to fantasize about masturbating," "sometimes want to fantasize about masturbating," and "really want to fantasize about masturbating."

"This mature woman, looking closely, is actually quite sexy. A strict, mature female teacher who loves wearing stockings is truly my favorite." Since I've lost my carefree high school life, I have to find some fun in these days of constant anxiety and boredom. Yan Jing's stockinged feet are the biggest source of amusement I've found so far, but I'm also hoping to encounter something even more exciting at the teacher's house, like accidentally stumbling into her room while she's changing clothes; or Yan Jing being a sexually frustrated old slut who tries to seduce young guys like me; or the rest of the residents being beautiful girls, and me building a magnificent harem. And all sorts of similar fantasies. After

indulging in these fantasies for a while, I found a book in Yan Jing's house and sat down on the sofa in the living room to read.

Yan Jing's house has quite a collection of books; each bedroom has a bookshelf filled with various books, many of which are related to learning and education.

The book I was reading was Shakespeare's *Hamlet*. I don't usually like reading this kind of literature, but today I suddenly felt like it, so I started reading.

Yan Jing came out of her room. Seeing me reading, she smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to like reading. I thought you'd prefer watching TV. I'm going to buy groceries. You stay home and behave yourself. Here, take this," she handed me three keys strung together. "These two are for the front door and the security lock, and this is the garage key." I took the keys and, trying to please her, asked, "Ms. Yan, would you like me to go grocery shopping with you?" "It's your first day at my house, so you don't need to come with me. You can come with me later if you want. The market isn't far; I can get there in ten minutes on my electric scooter," Yan Jing said as she changed her shoes.

As Yan Jing bent over to change her shoes, her bright red underwear was revealed again. I watched her sexy stockinged feet slip into a pair of brown, round-toed flat leather shoes, and then she opened the door and went out.

I waited by the door for a while, and when I heard the elevator doors close, I immediately picked up Yan Jing's slippers and started playing with them. The slippers still felt warm from Yan Jing's feet. I smelled them; there was a faint smell of sweat, but no foot odor. I licked one with my tongue; it didn't taste particularly special, but I still licked it a few more times before putting it down.

My little brother was already standing tall and erect. I had actually licked the slippers worn by this mature woman in stockings. Although my behavior was perverted, I was extremely happy.

Yan Jing's round trip would take 20 minutes, and grocery shopping would take at least 10 minutes, so I would have at least 30 minutes of free time. I had to make good use of this time. I opened the shoe cabinet and found several pairs of women's shoes, including high heels, flat leather shoes, sneakers, boots, and sandals. Judging from the style, they didn't seem like what female college students wore; they were probably Yan Jing's shoes. I smelled each pair of shoes; there was no strange smell.

I found a pair of gray short stockings with slightly stiff toes among the sneakers. I sniffed it; there was a faint smell of foot odor, but not too strong. I smelled the stockings, rubbed my genitals through my pants, and imagined Yan Jing, this mature woman, running downstairs in those stockings and sneakers.

Ugh! I couldn't take it anymore; it was just too exciting. I felt the urge to ejaculate, but I held back.

Reluctantly, I stuffed the stockings back into my sneakers. It's a pity I don't have a phone; otherwise, I could have taken a picture of the stockings and admired them later.

I went to Yan Jing's room. Her bedding was blue, and there was a laptop on the desk beside the bed, piled high with textbooks. I opened the bathroom door and found a pair of black short stockings and a pair of beige underwear in the laundry basket. The underwear was quite conservative; I picked it up and flipped it open. There was a dried secretion stain in the crotch area, and a single curled pubic hair.

I smelled it; it had a slightly musky odor, but I liked it. I licked the stain, my lower body hardening uncomfortably. I put the pubic hair from the panties into my mouth; although it didn't taste like much, I still savored the sensation. I quickly licked Yan Jing's vaginal secretions and got my hands on mature woman's pubic hair—a real haul!

I picked up the short black stockings and smelled them; the sweaty odor was quite strong, quite pungent! I pulled down my pants, revealing my enormous penis, covering it with one stocking and using the other on my hand to rub it. My penis was only average in length and girth, nothing outrageous.

Imagining Yan Jing, that old slut, giving me a footjob with her stockinged feet, I couldn't help but say, "Yan Jing, you old slut, you stinky-footed teacher who loves wearing stockings, I'm going to fuck your stinky stockings to pieces and shoot my semen on your stockinged slutty hooves!" I reached orgasm, quickly ripped off the stockings from my penis, and ejaculated into the toilet. Then, I evenly smeared the remaining semen on the stains on my underwear. My semen mixed with Yan Jing's bodily fluids, which was incredibly stimulating.

I put the stockings and underwear back where they were and checked the time; almost 20 minutes had passed. I went back to Yan Jing's bedroom, opened her wardrobe drawer, and found her underwear and stockings.

Yan Jing's underwear was quite conservative, with only some lace trim at the top and bottom. The colors were plentiful: red, green, black, purple, white, blue, and yellow. Her bras were also conservative, with a similar number and variety of colors as her underwear. She had many short stockings, mostly flesh-colored, black, gray, and brown. She had only a few pairs of stockings and a few pairs of knee-high stockings. The rest were pantyhose, with similar colors to her short stockings. However, I found two pairs of unusual-colored pantyhose: one purple and one white. These two pairs looked old, indicating they had been stored for some time.

I opened the bottom drawer, which was filled with sweaters, thermal underwear, and cotton socks. I casually rummaged through them and found a box underneath. Curious, I opened it. Inside was a pink electric dildo. I turned it on, and it started buzzing.

That old slut, she must use this to masturbate when her husband's not home. The dildo was very clean and odorless. I sucked on it a few times, spat some saliva on it, and then smeared the saliva evenly on the dildo. Haha. Now when Ms. Yan Jing masturbates with this, it's like she's getting my saliva inside her.

When I put the dildo away, I also found several condoms at the very bottom of the drawer. I guess this mature woman hasn't gone through menopause yet; she and her husband still use contraception when they have sex.

After putting everything back, half an hour had passed. I took Yan Jing's pubic hair back to my room to store it, then returned to the sofa in the living room to continue reading.

Forty minutes later, that old vixen Yan Jing finally returned. As soon as she walked in, I ran over to help her with the groceries. She'd bought quite a lot today, probably wanting me to have a good meal on my first day.

"Teacher Yan, thank you for your hard work," I said, holding the groceries and watching Yan Jing change her shoes. Watching her change her shoes was a truly exquisite experience.

"Don't just stand there, take the groceries into the kitchen. Aren't you tired of carrying them around?" Yan Jing said with a smile when she saw me waiting for her to change her shoes.

When Yan Jing smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes would deepen, revealing her neat, white teeth. Looking closely, she was quite charming, or perhaps still retained a certain allure. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a good temperament, and her clean-cut appearance gave off a very comfortable feeling.

"Okay," I said, taking the groceries to the kitchen.

"It's so hot outside, let's turn on the air conditioning," Yan Jing said, closing the door connecting to the living room and turning on the living room air conditioner.

It was 4:30 PM. The summer sun sets late, and it was still bright and hot outside.

If Yan Jing's balcony door and kitchen window are open, the draft is quite strong, so it was relatively cool when I sat still in the living room. Yan Jing had just come back from outside, carrying a large bag of groceries, so she was sweating profusely.

"Phew...it's so hot." Yan Jing turned on the floor fan opposite the sofa. She sat on the sofa facing the fan, wiping her sweat with a tissue. "I'll cook for you after I rest for a while." "No rush, no rush, Teacher Yan, please cool down first." I smiled and sat down next to her, taking the opportunity to peek at her stockinged feet.

When Yan Jing came back, the stocking on her left foot was slightly askew; the toe wasn't on her toes but on the sole. The stocking on the instep of her right foot was also more wrinkled.

Looking at Yan Jing's sexy stockinged feet, my lower body started to react again. I leaned forward a little to make myself feel better and also to block Yan Jing's view.

Yan Jing turned on the TV and asked, "Wu Wei, do you want to watch?"

"Teacher Yan, you can watch." I shook my head; I just want to admire your feet.

She changed the channel and asked, "You used to be at D High School, right?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"It's not easy to get into Y High School from D High School. You were one of the top students at D High School, weren't you?" Yan Jing pulled her foot out of her slippers and gently placed it on the handle of the drawer at the bottom of the coffee table.

I composed myself and replied, "Yes, my grades are in the top five of the grade." Yan Jing playfully rubbed her big toes together, glanced at me, and said, "Let me give you a heads-up, Teacher Yan. Don't let your past success at D High fool you; you might not be able to keep up with everyone at Y High." I looked at Yan Jing's adorable toes and casually asked, "Why?" Yan Jing looked at me and said, "Many students at Y High are graduates of the city's top high schools. The average students at those schools are about the same level as the top students at D High. At Y High, you're at best average, maybe even below average. I'm putting you in the honors class this time, so you'll be under a lot of pressure. I'm worried you'll feel disappointed because of the big difference, so I'm telling you this beforehand." I looked away from her feet, determined not to let this old vixen find out I was interested in her stockinged feet. I deliberately put on a serious face and asked, "Really? Teacher Yan, don't worry, I will definitely catch up and never let you down." "Good job, Teacher Yan likes ambitious boys," Yan Jing laughed, "I'll be watching." I secretly replied in my heart, "I hope you not only like my ambition, but also my big dick." We watched TV and chatted idly. My eyes kept wandering back and forth between the TV screen and Yan Jing's stockinged feet.

"I'm going to cook, you can watch by yourself." Yan Jing checked the time and went to the kitchen.

I watched the TV program idly, thinking about Yan Jing's stockinged feet, and my lower body was getting restless.

"Wu Wei, dinner is ready." Yan Jing called from the dining room.

"Coming, Teacher Yan." I turned off the TV and went to the dining room to sit down.

There were only two dishes and a soup on the table. It seemed that Yan Jing had stored the other dishes in the refrigerator, making me look forward to a big meal for nothing.

"Wu Wei, try Teacher's cooking." Yan Jing put some food into my bowl.

I tried it, and it really tasted good. I immediately flattered her, "Teacher Yan, your cooking is delicious, much better than my mom's." "Hehehe, not at all, not at all, you flatter me." Yan Jing, this old lady, was flattered and smiled broadly.

Yan Jing and I ate and chatted, and the topic turned to the other students who would be moving in.

After finishing the last bite of my rice, I said, "A boy and two girls are moving in too." "Yes." Yan Jing didn't eat much; she had already finished and was waiting for me. "You better not get any funny ideas.

Remember, the second rule in my class: no dating."

"Yes, Teacher Yan. I'm here to study, not to date." I quickly stated. "Then what's the first rule?" "No slacking off in your studies." Yan Jing said sternly. "There are ten rules in my class, and these are all red lines. Let me make this clear: if you dare to cross them, I won't be polite to you, and I won't give your mother any face." Teacher Yan looked fierce when she was serious, but I was growing to like seeing her when she was serious. The strict female teacher in stockings is the best!

After dinner, I helped clean up the dishes and learned that from now on, the students would take turns washing the dishes.

Yan Jing turned off the air conditioner in the living room and said to me, "Teacher is going back to her room to prepare materials for the start of school.

Lights out at 10 pm tonight, and normally after school starts, lights out at 12 am. If you feel hot, turn on the air conditioner in your room yourself." After saying that, she went back to her room.

"Sigh... I can't see the stockings again." I went back to my room, closed the door, and took out Yan Jing's pubic hair to play with.

I took off my pants and stuck the pubic hair into the head of my erect penis. "Mmm! So exciting. Teacher Yan's pubic hair is inside my penis. I am one with Teacher Yan's pubic hair." Suddenly, I remembered the stockings in the shoe cabinet. Why don't I go and play with them? After pulling out the pubic hair, I mustered up my courage and left the room, going to the shoe cabinet.

I took the stockings, hesitated for a moment, and then took the brown round-toed flat leather shoes that Yan Jing wore when she went out to buy groceries.

Back in my room, I put a gray short stocking over my penis and sniffed the other one. "This is Yan Jing's foot odor, the foot odor of a fifty-year-old female teacher! So this is what the smell of an old woman's stinky feet is like." I then held a leather shoe to my face and smelled it. The leather smell combined with the faint foot odor was wonderful. I imagined Yan Jing wearing these leather shoes and black stockings, shopping at the market. On the surface, she looked like a mature wife buying groceries for her husband, but in reality, she was buying groceries for her student. Most importantly, this student was currently at her house masturbating with her smelly stockings.

"Awesome!" I couldn't help but ejaculate, hurriedly removing the stocking from my penis and using the leather shoe in my hand to catch the semen. I looked at the stocking; there was a little semen on it, the rest inside the shoe.

I wiped the semen off the stocking, so it wouldn't be noticeable. I smeared the semen inside the shoe with my hand, and also smeared it inside the other shoe. That way, Yan Jing wouldn't notice anything after the semen dried tomorrow. Unless she picked up the shoes and smelled the semen, she wouldn't realize I had masturbated in them. After

indulging my lust, I quietly put the shoes and stockings back, looking forward to Yan Jing wearing the leather shoes stained with my semen.

At 9:30, Yan Jing came to call me to take a shower. I saw that she had changed into a set of yellow plaid pajamas, was barefoot in slippers, and was drying her hair with a towel. She had already showered. After

I finished showering in the bathroom outside, I found her sitting on the sofa scrolling through her phone, waiting for me. Could it be that this slutty mature woman was interested in me and was waiting for me on purpose?

Yan Jing went into the bathroom and frowned, saying, "Wu Wei, come here for a second." "What's wrong?" I sensed that her tone had become serious, and I started to feel uneasy.

"Why did you make such a mess while showering? Do you shower like this at home?" Yan Jing scolded, pointing at the bathroom floor. "Mop it up clean. I'll supervise your habits from now on and help you get rid of your bad ones." I obediently took the mop and cleaned the floor, but inwardly I thought, "That old hag Yan Jing is really hard to deal with. Looks like I'm in for a tough time." She stood at the bathroom door, watching me finish mopping. Being watched by her was so stressful; I didn't even dare to look up at her.

After washing the mop, I was about to go back to my room when Yan Jing called me back.

"Wu Wei, from now on, you can't leave your shoes lying around. You have to put them in the shoe cabinet." She opened the shoe cabinet and put my shoes away. "I don't care how you were at home before, but you have to keep your home tidy." I nodded silently, indicating that I understood.

"Wu Wei, Teacher Yan is just straightforward. She says what she thinks and corrects students when she sees something wrong. You'll get used to it eventually," Yan Jing said, looking at me with a stern face.

"I know you're doing this for my own good, teacher. I'll try my best to change my bad habits." I said outwardly, but inwardly I was unconvinced.

Yan Jing stared at me and said, "That's good. Get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow to wash up, and then I'll supervise your English study. You

can't study other subjects for now, but you can practice English every day. Then have breakfast at 7 a.m., and after breakfast, wash today's dirty clothes, understand?" "Huh? I have to study English tomorrow?" I exclaimed in surprise. School hasn't even started yet, how come I'm already studying it?

Yan Jing said sternly, "What 'huh'? It's not just tomorrow, you have to practice English listening for half an hour every morning from now on. Teacher Yan is doing this for your own good. If you don't get into a good university, you'll be the one suffering." I was completely speechless, tears welling up inside. This place wasn't just a paradise of mature women in stockings and feet, it was also a hell of strict teachers!

"Go back to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." Yan Jing patted my shoulder and went straight back to her room.

I went back to my room, lay on the bed thinking about Yan Jing's face, played with my penis for a while, and then drifted off to sleep.

This was my first day at the home of Yan Jing, this mature woman teacher.

[The End]

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