The teacher mom is very sexy

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My name is Yang Kang, a familiar name, isn't it? It's the same as the Yang Kang from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," but I have absolutely no connection to that short-lived character. If you had to make a connection, it's that both Yang Kang and I have very beautiful mothers. I'm 17 years old this year, and I'll be starting high school this September. A new school, new classmates—it should have been a wonderful beginning, but reality always goes against expectations. In the summer of 20xx, our family's tragic story began.

We were a happy family of three. My father, Yang Guozhong, was the deputy director of a certain bureau, wielding some power. So, while our family wasn't wealthy, we were comfortably middle-class. Because he worked out of town and was a very dedicated worker, he was rarely home; coming home once a week was already a rare treat. That left my mother and me at home.

My mother's name is Bi Jingyan. She's a Chinese language teacher at No. 1 High School, a key high school in H City. She's 41 years old this year, but she takes good care of herself and doesn't have a heavy financial burden. Plus, she's naturally beautiful, so she looks like a woman in her thirties. But she has a mature charm that surpasses those newlywed women who are still clinging to their husbands. She's like a ripe peach, full of color but still beautiful and flawless on the outside.

"Mom, I'm home! It's so hot today, like being in a fire!" Today was my first day at my new school. I rushed to school in the morning, quickly met my new class and teachers, and then ran home like I was escaping for my life. It was so hot.

"Mom, are you home?" I changed into slippers and saw that the tidy living room was empty, as was the kitchen.

"Where did Mom go? It's already noon. Is Mom's school closed today?" I thought to myself.

"Kang Kang is back. Mom is busy upstairs. There's chilled watermelon in the fridge. Take it out and eat it after you wash your hands." A soft, charming voice came from the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, she was upstairs. What's she doing upstairs in the middle of the day? Never mind, I'll go eat some watermelon to quench my thirst." I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found half a watermelon. I took it all out without even cutting it, just scooped it out with a spoon, and eagerly took it to the living room. I put the sweetest part in the middle of the watermelon into my mouth, and a cool sensation filled my entire mouth. The sweet watermelon juice became even sweeter. Swallowing the watermelon flesh felt like an ice line freezing from my throat all the way to my heart— it was so refreshing.

"Kang Kang, have you washed your hands?" Mom came downstairs at that moment.

"Of course I have..." The fire in my heart, which had been frozen by the ice line, suddenly reignited when I saw Mom's appearance today. Mom's outfit was a bit different today. Her long, black hair was casually draped over her right shoulder, and she wore a pure white, form-fitting lace-trimmed camisole, which made her ample breasts appear even rounder and firmer. Her slender waist accentuated her already large hips, making them appear even more full and rounded. The gold-embroidered lace mini-skirt with three-dimensional openwork flowers further emphasized her shapely hips and made her long, slender legs look even more shapely. Combined with her delicate features, she was simply my goddess. This outfit made her seem several years younger. And my little brother gradually hardened. "Damn, this is my mom! Why am I getting a reaction?" "You little rascal, can't you speak properly? What are you looking at?" Mom walked over, her red slippers clicking softly. "Mom, you look so beautiful today," I blurted out, immediately regretting it. After all, Mom was usually dignified and elegant, and although she was very gentle with me, this was the first time I'd complimented her so directly; it felt very abrupt.

"What are you thinking about, you little rascal? I'm telling you, don't let your mind wander. Focus your energy on your studies. Your dad's coming back next week, and he'll definitely check your grades. If you don't pass that test, Mom won't be able to help you." Mom gently patted my forehead, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she didn't show any displeasure; instead, she seemed quite pleased. After all, women really enjoy receiving compliments.

"You ate half a watermelon again! You always waste it. How are others supposed to eat the rest?" Seeing the watermelon in my hand, Mom's expression changed from pleased to annoyed, and she gave me a lecture. "Remember to put it back in the fridge if you don't finish it. Get ready to eat." After saying that, Mom hummed Elva Hsiao's confession song and swayed her big hips as she walked towards the kitchen. The hem of her lace, three-dimensional hollowed-out flower layered cake shorts swayed from side to side with her hips, making it seem like her big hips were swaying even more vigorously than usual today, almost dazzling to the eye.

"No, something's not right. Mom's upbringing is usually very strict; she's the steady and dignified type. Mom knows she has a very attractive figure, so to avoid trouble, she usually dresses very conservatively. Even though we're at home and there are no outsiders, her loungewear wouldn't be like this. She usually wears a t-shirt or shirt with capri pants. Even if she wore hot pants, she wouldn't choose something so light and airy. Sigh, maybe I'm overthinking it. What's wrong with Mom changing her clothes to change her mood?" I put these questions aside and went to eat lunch.

Since today was just for school registration, I didn't have to go to school in the afternoon. It was still unbearably hot outside, so I hid in my bedroom, enjoying the air conditioning and playing on the computer. "Kang Kang, Mom has to go to school. I might be back a little late tonight. There's something in the fridge; remember to heat it up. If you don't want to eat, wait for Mom to come back and cook." I pushed open the door and went to the entryway. I saw Mom putting on her shoes, one hand holding the wall and the other holding up her shoes.

"What's wrong with Mom today? Her outfit is so different from usual!" Mom was wearing an adorable princess-style chiffon sundress with a brown-black ribbon tied at the waist in a bow at her navel, making her look exceptionally playful and cute. The slightly yellowish chiffon dress couldn't hide her alluring legs.

Mom put on her white high-heeled sandals and looked at herself in the mirror. She stood with her hands on her hips, striking a pose that perfectly showcased her S-curve in the mirror. Her full breasts, slender waist, and shapely hips—the standard figure of a mature woman—combined with the cute chiffon sundress, made her even more charming and alluring. If Mom and I were walking down the street right now, people might mistake us for siblings.

"Kang Kang, how do I look in this outfit?" Mom turned around, one hand holding a handbag, the other still on her hip, her pose as perfect as a model on a runway.

"So...so beautiful." Stunned by my mother's stunning figure, I stammered again.

"Really? I think this outfit suits you very well too," my mother replied, seemingly oblivious to my odd behavior. She turned to the mirror and began combing her hair.

"Mom, you're all dressed up so beautifully, where are you going? Is your school closed today?" I asked, puzzled.

"Oh...it's the last class of my summer tutoring program. The teachers are having a dinner party tonight, so I'll be home late." I then remembered that my mother had been particularly free this summer because her graduating class had just finished. I had also gone to S City with my classmates to volunteer, leaving my mother at home. After a few days of rest, she started to get bored. Just then, she received a call from the school saying that some teachers were organizing a summer tutoring program and asking if she wanted to participate. With nothing else to do, she readily agreed and went to the program the next day to teach the students. But why was my mother's face slightly flushed, and why were her eyes glistening? Why think so much? I guess Mom's happy to be able to chat with her colleagues; after all, it's boring for her to be home alone all the time.

"Oh, I see. Where are you having dinner? I'll pick you up tonight. Dad's not home, and as the only man in the family, he has a duty to protect the women." "Oh my, our Kang Kang is so caring now, he's grown up! I'm so happy! But no need, I'll drive. It's safe tonight. Kang Kang, just wait for me at home." With that, Mom hurriedly left.

Gazing at my mother's alluring back, a strange feeling welled up inside me. I had a feeling she was hiding something. Was I just imagining things? Something felt different lately. What was it? I went back to my bedroom, ready to continue playing games online, when I saw my basketball jersey hanging on the hanger. Suddenly, I remembered what had been different. My mother's style had become increasingly fashionable. She hadn't worn her usual conservative clothes for over a month, and I'd never seen her wear these trendy clothes before. When did she buy them? A shadow slowly descended upon my mind. Could it be that my mother…? Or maybe I was overthinking it. My grandfather was so strict, and my mother was always so dignified and poised—her image was deeply ingrained in my mind. How could she possibly do something like what I just thought? I pushed those chaotic thoughts aside and continued playing my game.

An hour later, "Damn, when did this mouse become so hard to use? No wonder I keep losing to Dad in our 'beastly arguments' lately. I need to get a new mouse, but it's so hot outside, I really don't want to go out. Oh right, Mom has a laptop in her bedroom, I can just use her mouse." I ran to Mom's bedroom, where the old laptop sat quietly on the dressing table. I quickly removed the mouse. "Huh? There's a webcam now. Mom's getting more and more open, she's even started video chatting with people. But who's she talking to? It's definitely Dad." Without thinking much, I grabbed the mouse and went back to my room to continue my "beastly arguments

" with Dad. At 11 p.m., Mom still hadn't returned. I called her cell phone, but it was unreachable. Just as I was about to call her again, I heard the garage door click open. Mom must have come back. After the sound of a key unlocking the door, Mom came in. I came down from the second floor and saw her frowning, her cheeks flushed, one hand clutching her lower abdomen, struggling to take off her shoes. "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I quickly ran over to ask, supporting her. But when my hand touched her arm, I clearly felt her body tremble violently.

"It's nothing, Mom had a few drinks with some colleagues tonight, and I'm a little dizzy." After saying that, she covered her mouth with her other hand and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut, followed by the sound of vomiting. "Mom, are you alright?" "...Um...it's okay, Xiaokang, Mom...I'll be fine after a while." Why close the door if she's going to vomit? Is she trying to maintain her dignified ladylike image? Because Mom was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, she carelessly tossed her high heels aside, leaving me to clean them up. Huh? Why are these shoes wet? I stuck my fingers inside and felt around. There was some residual liquid inside. I pulled my fingers out and found it was a somewhat cloudy liquid. I smelled it—it smelled pungent and fishy. What is this? Did Mom wet her pants? That shouldn't be the case.

I looked towards the bathroom and sure enough, there was a line of wet footprints on the wooden floor.

Just as I was wondering about this, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing from the bathroom. Then Mom came out and saw me staring at the wet footprints on the wooden floor. Her face, which had returned to normal, suddenly flushed again. "Mom stepped into a puddle when she came in, and some water got into my shoes. I felt like throwing up earlier, so I didn't have time to clean them up," Mom said apologetically, then quickly snatched the high heels from my hands. "It's so late, Xiaokang, you have class tomorrow. Go to sleep. I'll clean up the water stains on the floor." With that, she took the high heels and went back into the bathroom.

"I'm going to sleep now, Mom, you should go to sleep early too."

"Okay."

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I was certain Mom had lied earlier. How could there be a puddle in front of the house? In this hot weather, even if there were, Mom's heels were at least 8 centimeters high. How could water have gotten into them? Besides, the soles weren't wet. Speaking of shoes, Mom doesn't usually wear such sexy high heels. She always said that wearing high heels was too tiring, that you always have to stand up straight. Even if she did wear high heels, they would only be wedges, and the heels wouldn't be this high. Coupled with the change in Mom's appearance, that nasty thought resurfaced. As the saying goes, a woman dresses to please herself, but Dad isn't usually home. Who is Mom dressing up for?

My restless mood, coupled with the constant chirping of cicadas outside the window, tormented me, making me toss and turn, unable to sleep, and my mouth was dry. I got out of bed to go to the living room for a drink of water. As I passed Mom's bedroom, I suddenly heard Mom's voice coming from inside.

"It's all your fault today! You made me look so bad in front of Xiaokang, you big bad guy!" Judging from her tone, Mom sounded like she was whining to someone. Was she video chatting with Dad?

"How can I not blame you? You bullied her in the karaoke room, and now you won't let her have a moment's peace at home." Mom was bullied? By whom? Why didn't I hear any anger in Mom's tone? Instead, there was a hint of excitement and anticipation.

"Hmm, it's been inside me the whole time, it's quite exciting, hehe." Inside what? What's exciting? What is Mom talking about?

"You big bad guy, you put your phone inside me! Aren't you afraid of breaking it? If you break it, you won't be able to play anymore!" Phone? Where did Mom put her phone? All of Mom's nonsensical words left me completely confused.

"It leaked...quite a lot...it's wet. You're telling me? Xiao Kang found out, he had to bring the phone back with it between his legs. It's even leaked into my shoes. If I hadn't made up a lie, Xiao Kang would have found out." Sure enough, Mom lied. Where was the phone? Could it be...? A terrible thought popped into my head.

"Hmm...two orgasms...one more at home." My head felt like it was going to explode, I felt dizzy, as if I were dreaming. My worst thought had finally been confirmed. The image of my mother—always dignified, beautiful, well-educated, and poised—was crumbling piece by piece, each crack seeming to tear at my heart. Mom, how could you do this? How could you face Dad? How could you face me? If others found out, where would we put our faces?

No wonder my phone was either busy or unreachable last night. So, this guy had inserted Mom's phone into her vagina as a vibrator. Mom, how could you be so shameless? The liquid in the high heels wasn't sewage at all; it was the vaginal fluid and post-orgasmic semen flowing from Mom's vagina.

"No, didn't we touch it last night? What are you looking at now? I just washed it clean... not today... okay, fine, I give up, my little devil. Wait a minute, I'll go close the curtains." What did this bastard want Mom to do? I pressed my buttocks against the door and vaguely heard Mom get up and close the curtains. She seemed to be walking towards the door, which scared me so much that I quickly tiptoed back to my room and pretended to be asleep.

Just as I pretended to close my eyes, Mom quietly entered my room. Seeing me fast asleep, she quietly closed the door and returned to her bedroom, like a thief, everything was silent.

After confirming that Mom was back in her room, I quietly went back to her door. "See... I'm going to die... um, it's stretched open... you silly boy, these are my labia majora, why do you have to make me say such embarrassing things?" Was Mom showing that bastard her genitals on a video right now? I clenched my fists, biting my lower lip hard, filled with intense anger, yet also a strange sense of excitement. The thought of my mother cheating on me with a stranger, doing such despicable things, made my heart itch like it was being scratched by a cat, my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, and my penis was erect again.

"So many tricks... Put one in... Hmm... Not quite right." Was my mother masturbating for that bastard?

"Hmm... Two in now, oh... More than just right... Hehe... So comfortable." Two?

Did that bastard make my mother masturbate with two fingers?

"So much fluid... I'm too embarrassed to say... My pussy feels so good... You little rascal, you're so fussy, you even touch my breasts, how can I touch them... Is that how it is..." I was burning with lust outside the door. I could imagine my mother sitting in front of the computer, her clothes disheveled, legs spread wide, one hand hooking three fingers around her pussy, her juices flowing out with each dig, more and more as the pressure and speed increased, flowing down her pussy to her anus, accumulating in a small puddle on the chair. Her other hand was vigorously rubbing her breasts. The room must be a scene of eroticism right now.

"Oh... um, I'm almost there... I'm climaxing." Perhaps afraid of waking me, my mother tried her best to keep her voice down, even after she had climaxed. Then there was silence in the room, and after a while, my mother's voice returned. "So comfortable... Hmph! If we weren't going to be apart for a while, I wouldn't have done something so shameful... No... Xiao Kang's home... We'll talk about it later... I won't call... Okay, okay, look at your pitiful appearance, anyone who doesn't know better would be fooled by your looks. I'm hanging up now... Hehe... My dear husband... Hmm, I know, I'll definitely wear it tomorrow... Goodnight, husband." I went back to my bed, my mind filled with my mother's words. My mother must have another man outside. What should I do? Tell my father? That would completely ruin my family. Should I just let my mother and that bastard continue like this? Caught in this dilemma, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, everything that happened yesterday felt like a dream. How I wished it were just a dream. Hmm? It felt damp and cool down there. Could it be a wet dream? I pulled back the covers and my pajamas, and sure enough, there was a slightly yellowed pattern on my underwear. The stimulation from last night, coupled with the fact that the lewd woman involved was my mother, whom I'd always admired, gave me a strange pleasure I'd never experienced before. It was a perverse pleasure—something that should have belonged only to me, something I deeply respected, but whose essence wasn't what I thought it was, something possessed and defiled by someone else.

[The End]

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