Poor female teacher

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"Ms. Wei, class is over!" Wei Zhen adjusted her black glasses, looked up, and saw Xia Chuhua, the ninth-grade math teacher. She quickly nodded and smiled, replying, "Yes, Ms. Xia, see you later!" With that, she grabbed her books and a box of chalk and hurried down the stairs.

Xia Chuhua watched Wei Zhen's thin figure and sighed inwardly: Ah, Ms. Wei has it tough! Ms. Ding, a recent graduate from teachers' college, saw Xia Chuhua sighing as he watched Wei Zhen's retreating figure and quickly walked over, asking softly:

"Teacher Xia, I've heard many people at school say that Teacher Wei is very pitiful. What exactly happened?" Xia Chuhua and Xiao Ding's father were friends, so she said to her as they walked, "Sigh, Teacher Wei used to have a very happy family. Her husband ran a small business and made quite a bit of money back then. He even bought a small truck. Five years ago, her husband drove out to buy goods and got into a car accident. He didn't die, but he was paralyzed. He has no feeling in his entire lower body. The money he earned in those years, plus the money from selling the truck, was just enough to cover the surgery fees." After that, the whole family relied solely on Teacher Wei's salary. Just think about it, a husband who can't move all day and a son who has to be raised in school, how pitiful is that?" Wei Zhen wandered around the vegetable market with her bag and basket on her back. "Master, how much are these edamame?" "Two yuan and fifty cents." "I bought them for only one yuan and fifty cents yesterday, why are they so much more expensive? Can you make it cheaper, master?" As it was getting dark, Wei Zhen finally arrived home. She first parked her bicycle by the yard, then went inside, hung her bag on the wall, changed into a pair of slippers, and ran to the kitchen to get busy. The tap water splashing on the green vegetable leaves in the sink looked quite pretty, but Wei Zhen wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She was washing the mud deep inside the leaves with her hands while calling into the house, "Xiao Dong, are you hungry? Mom will cook right away!" A deep, muffled boy's voice came from inside: "Mom, I'm not hungry, you rest for a while!" It was Wei Zhen's son, Hu Xiaodong. Wei Zhen had given birth relatively late, at 28, to Xiaodong. He was 17 years old this year, a sophomore at a top-tier high school in the city, and already 5 centimeters taller than his 1.63-meter-tall mother.

At this moment, the original head of the family, Hu Guoqing, was staring blankly at the television in the bedroom. He liked watching whatever was on TV, even commercials and the news; what else could he do? He was three years younger than Wei Zhen. When he first saw this woman, he was deeply attracted by her elegant demeanor, and it took him three years to win her heart.

Despite his parents' reservations about him marrying a woman three years his senior, this did not shake his determination to cherish her for life. However, fate is unpredictable; now, instead of cherishing her, his wife is expected to serve him constantly.

Hu Xiaodong had just been startled by his mother. He was reading a pornographic novel, but the kids in his class were quite adept at dealing with their parents and teachers. They covered their novels with covers bearing the names of their textbooks—physics, chemistry, or English—so that if an adult suddenly burst in, they could quickly close the book without noticing. Xiaodong

was originally a well-behaved child, but even the best children go through puberty, and if their immune systems aren't strong or they have a few bad friends, they can easily go astray. Unfortunately, Xiaodong's best friend, Xia Yu, was a troublemaker. They met at a Teachers' Day dinner at Weizhen School two years ago; the two football fans hit it off immediately and became best friends.

Last summer vacation, Xia Yu gave Hu Xiaodong two well-worn novels. Hu Xiaodong initially didn't want to read such shady books, but young people are naturally curious. He thought, "I'll just see what's written in them; I won't go astray!" Soon, he became engrossed. Later, Xia Chuhe's family bought a VCR, and the two of them would often get together on Sundays or during winter and summer vacations to watch pornographic videos that Xia Chuhe had hidden or videotapes they borrowed from friends. They attended a prestigious key high school in the province because both of them had been top students in middle school. However, after entering high school, Xia Yu went astray first, and Hu Xiaodong followed suit.

Students in key high schools are generally focused on their studies, unlike ordinary high schools where scandals like early relationships, cohabitation, and pregnancies occur. The two often lamented, "When will we finally be able to get a woman?" For them, that was indeed too difficult at the moment!

Wei Zhen first wiped Hu Guoqing's body. While wiping his penis, she deliberately stroked it dozens of times. While stroking, her other hand gently massaged Guoqing's scrotum. She did this every day for a while. A few times when she was particularly aroused, she even used her mouth to help Guoqing, something he used to beg her for every night but she rarely agreed to do.

What if it got better? Although Guoqing couldn't move, as long as it got hard, she could sit on it!

She was a normal woman. These past few years had been tough not only in her life but also as a woman; her long-term sexual desire hadn't been satisfied. She was a teacher; she knew about masturbation, but she couldn't do it. If she did, she wouldn't have the face to stand on the podium facing her students! At this time, Hu Guoqing would cooperate with his wife. Although he deliberately looked away or closed his eyes, he would strain his back, intentionally recalling the passionate times he and Wei Zhen had made love, hoping his limp penis would regain its strength. Wei Zhen was truly a good woman, a good wife!

If it were any other woman, she would have divorced him and remarried long ago. But he had nothing to repay her with, not even in bed.

As usual, their efforts failed again today. Guoqing finally said something he had wanted to say for a long time: "Why don't you come to me and I'll use my mouth to help you!" Wei Zhen helped Hu Guoqing pull up his pants, her face ashen, and threw the towel forcefully at his face before turning and going back into the house.

Wei Zhen took off her white underwear from her legs, turned it over to look at the yellow stain in the middle, and smelled it. Fortunately, there was no odor! She looked at herself in the mirror: years of hard work had given her 45-year-old face quite a few wrinkles. Wearing glasses for many years had made the middle of her nose sag a bit, and some crow's feet had appeared around the corners of her eyes. Although she confidently believed that she still had her charm when she looked in the mirror! He cupped his chest with his hands; his once perky breasts had sagged noticeably, partly due to age and partly due to a lack of sexual stimulation. Fortunately, his lower abdomen remained flat and fair, and his pubic hair was still lush and protective of his long-dormant vagina.

It was Saturday, no evening study session. Listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, Hu Xiaodong tried to imagine his mother's naked body inside, fantasizing that he could become a splashing water droplet, freely swimming across her skin.

Aside from a few female teachers at school, his mother was the only woman he could approach and admire closely every day. In the summer, the busy Wei Zhen would occasionally peek out, a glimpse of her skin catching his thirsty eyes.

Hu Xiaodong's heart pounded. He shook his head, standing on the living room threshold, looking at the dark night sky. There was no moon tonight; besides the darkness, only waves of oppressive heat washed over him. Hu Xiaodong glanced down and, in the dim light of the living room bulb, saw a pair of black women's high heels leaning against the wall, with a pair of flesh-colored stockings stuffed inside. Xiaodong's breathing quickened. He picked up the rolled-up stockings and gently sniffed them twice. The mixture of sweat, leather, and the unique scent of his mother's feet filled his nostrils. He pressed the stockings tighter and inhaled more deeply. Wei Zhen was wearing... She entered the room in a loose white nightgown, and the door clicked shut. She sat at the vanity, drying her hair while listening to her husband's words: "Zhenzhen, let's stop my medication. I can't stand up anyway, whether I take it or not. Seeing you teaching, doing housework, and taking care of the kids every day, I'm not only unable to help, but I've become a burden to you. I'd rather be dead!" Wei Zhen had considered divorce, but she couldn't bear to. She knew how much Guoqing loved her. If he couldn't see her, if he thought about his body being played with and sexually assaulted by other men every day, he probably wouldn't live much longer!

Wei Zhen put down the hairdryer, smiled, walked over, and kissed her husband's forehead, saying as if coaxing a child:

"Guoqing, stop thinking about all that nonsense. You want to divorce me? No way!" Guoqing reached under Wei Zhen's nightgown and pulled her panties halfway down. He looked at his wife seriously and said, "Zhenzhen, come on, it's okay. This should make you feel a little better. Trust me, I can do it!" Afraid of hurting her husband's feelings, Wei Zhen slowly took off her nightgown and panties, climbed onto the bed, and half-squatted on her husband's face, holding onto the bed frame with both hands. Guoqing looked at the alluring black pubic hair and the red vulva glistening with moisture on her face. It was a pity that his penis could no longer enjoy this beautiful body! He stuck out his tongue and licked her clitoris a few times. Wei Zhen unconsciously shrank her body. "A little lower!" Guoqing said as he gently poked his wife's buttocks with his little finger. He knew that his wife did not like avant-garde things like anal sex, so he only went in a little bit to add some fun.

The hot, wet vagina completely covered Guoqing's mouth. Guoqing diligently explored the vagina, which smelled faintly fishy, with his tongue. Occasionally, he would suck on the salty, mostly red and dark labia. Weizhen tried to control herself from crying out, but strange sounds still escaped her throat. Her sensitive and long-awaited body suddenly opened the gates of desire, and a stream of fluid gushed out, overflowing her mysterious and alluring vagina and Guoqing's mouth. Guoqing swallowed his wife's love juice while continuing his vigorous work. Weizhen's orgasm came quickly. She didn't know whether it was excitement or sadness. Tears streaming down her face, she rubbed her vagina against Guoqing's face, murmuring, "Guoqing, Guoqing, I love you!" Guoqing's mouth and nose were covered in sticky fluid. He smiled happily. He had finally made his wife feel good!

Wei Zhen was wiping a clump of paste-like discharge from her vagina when she suddenly heard a thud outside. She quickly stood up, rushed to the door, and flung it open. The living room was pitch black; she couldn't see anything. Guoqing said, "This house is old; rats often crawl in and out. Go to sleep!" Wei Zhen turned back, closing the door as a thought crossed her mind: 'Could it be Xiaodong?' As a middle school Chinese teacher, she was acutely aware of the allure of sex for a 17-year-old boy. Parents couldn't be permissive nor completely suppress it; both approaches would harm the child. Of course, what constitutes the best sex education? This is a question that China still hasn't fully understood! Wei Zhen felt the same way. Sometimes she wanted to talk to her son, but she was, after all, a woman, and it wasn't appropriate to discuss these things with him. Guoqing would have been the most suitable person to talk to, but given his current state, wouldn't discussing this only exacerbate his pessimistic mood? Besides strict discipline, Wei Zhen could only hope that her son would grow up healthily on his own!

That same evening, at 6:45 PM, Xia Chuhe's family was having dinner. Xia Chuhe sat in the middle, his wife Zhou Xia and son Zhou Yu on his left, and their daughter Xia Linlin on his right.

Zhou Xia would be 47 next month. She had a short, masculine haircut that made her look quite capable. Although she had many freckles, her face wasn't unattractive. Her short-sleeved blue shirt was bulging high in the front, and she wore a black knee-length skirt. Underneath her long, flesh-colored stockings were a pair of feet painted with red nail polish. Although her feet were white, the soles were yellowed and had many calluses. She wore flip-flops.

Zhou Xia was the head of the household because Xia Chuhe was poor; since marrying her, he had only had a meager salary. This duplex apartment was bought with money from Zhou Xia's business; the downstairs had four bedrooms and a living room, and the upstairs had two more bedrooms.

Although Xia Chuhe is already 50, he still looks dashing. His handsome square face is framed by a side-parted hairstyle, and with a pair of glasses, he looks both refined and elegant. Zhou Xia pursued him for two years before finally winning him over.

17-year-old Xia Yu looks a lot like his father, except his eyes are a bit small, giving him a slightly mischievous look.

Xia Linlin is Xia Chuhe's daughter from his previous marriage. For some reason, she didn't inherit any of her father's intelligence. She wasn't playful in school, but her grades just wouldn't improve. Xia Chuhe had no choice but to send her to a vocational high school. She graduated last year and stayed home for half a year before starting work at a department store counter this year. Not only is she not very bright, but she also doesn't know how to dress herself. The 19-year-old girl is not as fashionable as her stepmother, Zhou Xia. She wears a plain white t-shirt, faded jeans, and slightly worn sneakers.

Zhou Xia kept putting ribs and fish fillets with few bones into her son's bowl. Xia Chuhe hesitated, wanting to give some food to his daughter but afraid Zhou Xia would accuse him of deliberately going against her. Fortunately, Xia Linlin was already used to her stepmother's favoritism and scolding. She lived quietly in this family, and thankfully, her father would often show her some care when her stepmother wasn't around, preventing her from running away from home.

At nine o'clock, Zhou Xia came into the room from the bathroom. She chose a pair of lace panties and wore only a nightgown before climbing into bed. For some reason, the older she got, the more her cravings seemed to grow. Now, every day after showering, Zhou Xia longed for Xia Chuhe to strip her naked and have a good, hard time with her, preferably with some pain. Was she really the kind of woman people said to be "not wild at thirty, wild at forty, and still wild at fifty"?

Unfortunately, Xia Chuhe, whether due to age or aesthetic fatigue, only had sex with Zhou Xia about once every five days, and each time it was a quick and unsatisfying affair, lacking his former vigor.

While taking a shower, Zhou Xia calculated the date. Their last sexual encounter was on a Monday, and according to "usual," today should be the start of the workday. She said to Xia Chuhe, who was lying on the bed reading, "Old Xia, stop reading and give me a massage. My whole body feels sore and uncomfortable!" Saying this, she took off her pajamas, leaving only a pair of underwear that clearly showed her pubic hair. Xia Chuhe could indeed see it, but he still couldn't get excited. That's how people are; even if you eat shark fin, bird's nest, and Australian lobster three times a day, every single day, not many people can stand it!

Xia Chuhe was a normal person, and his sex drive was quite strong. It's just that he had been with Zhou Xia's body far too many times. Both of them had strong sex drives, and since their marriage, the number of times they had sex must have been in the thousands. Xia Chuhe now felt absolutely no desire for this body, except for the routine sex every now and then to maintain their relationship! Xia Chuhe ignored his wife's sexy underwear, pinched it for about twenty minutes, then said he felt a bit stuffy and went out in his slippers!

Zhou Xia, on the other hand, looked like a resentful woman with a livid face and went to sleep with her head turned inwards. Zhou Yu, who was outside the door, saw his father get up and ran back to his room barefoot in fright, feeling very annoyed by his father's "inaction," and missing another chance to see his parents make love!

Wei Zhen was used to getting up at six o'clock every day. After getting up, she would wash up, then buy breakfast and put it on the table for her son to take and eat when he got up. She would then put her husband's toiletries and breakfast on the bedside, and then ride her bicycle for 30 minutes to school for work.

Hu Guoqing usually woke up naturally around nine o'clock. Because it was Sunday, Wei Zhen slept in for an extra 40 minutes, which was unusual. Last night, she was thinking about how busy she had been lately and hadn't checked on her son's studies for several days. It was too late then, and she was afraid of disturbing her son's rest, so she didn't go to the bathroom. She had just hurriedly washed her face, not even having time to apply face cream, before pushing open her son's door. She was very domineering in checking his studies, rummaging through his schoolbag and drawers whenever she wanted, and Xiaodong dared not show any displeasure.

Wei Zhen pushed open the slightly ajar door, not looking at her son on the bed, but immediately starting to look through the various workbooks in his schoolbag. He wasn't too disappointed; although there hadn't been much progress, he hadn't fallen behind either. As long as he maintained these grades, a second-rate university was still possible. Wei Zhen didn't have high expectations for her son; after all, geniuses were rare, and her son's intelligence was only slightly above average. If he could get into university and find a decent job in the future, she would consider all her years of hard work worthwhile.

After rearranging the books and notebooks she had messed up, Wei Zhen got up and walked to her son's bedside, slowly sitting on the edge. Coincidentally, her son, who had been curled up like a shrimp sleeping inwards, had just changed position, sprawled out on his back, continuing to sleep soundly, his mouth moving as if chewing something.

Wei Zhen looked at her son, whose face had grown fine whiskers and was no longer childish, and couldn't help but smile gently, like a farmer seeing the harvest of hard-earned crops, revealing a beautiful, shallow dimple. Looking further down, she suddenly blushed. Her son had rolled over, pulling the blanket over him onto the side of the bed, exposing his entire lower body to her view. First, there were his two long, thick thighs, covered in dense, dark hair, exuding a strong masculine aura. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he was only wearing a tight, light blue brief between his legs. Perhaps due to needing to urinate, the brief was stretched high, like an old-fashioned umbrella half-open.

She had bought this brief for her son at the mall two years ago. Seeing that the quality was decent, she had chosen one of three colors: black, red, and light blue. Perhaps from too many washes, the light blue had now turned almost white, and...and was very transparent. Wei Zhen didn't dare look closely, but in that one glance, she couldn't deny seeing her son's large, protruding glans! Moreover, the pubic hair that was usually completely covered when the penis wasn't erect was now mostly exposed because the underwear had bunched up in the middle!

Wei Zhen quickly got up and walked out, feeling her face burning and her heart pounding as she walked. A strange thought involuntarily popped into her mind: it seemed to be much bigger than Hu Guoqing's!

Xia Chuhe closed the door and went to check on his son's room first. The light was off, so he must be asleep. He could only describe his feelings for his son as utter despair. As for his son's college entrance exam, he had no hope for him anymore. As long as he didn't cause trouble, that was fine. Anyway, with his doting motherly love, he had money and a business, so his son would just have to follow in his mother's footsteps.

He then went to his daughter's room to see if she was asleep. He felt ashamed towards his daughter. Ever since his ex-wife disappeared and he remarried, his daughter had been suffering at the hands of Zhou Xia. Although he tried his best to give his daughter what she needed without Zhou Xia finding out, it still couldn't make up for the severe trauma her childhood had caused. What he felt even more ashamed about was that the way he looked at his daughter was no longer innocent!

This actually happened not long ago. While learning about the internet, which was just becoming popular in China, he inadvertently came across erotic literature. As a teacher, he was initially strongly opposed to it. Out of curiosity, he read more than ten pieces. After reading them, he felt that the authors were too ignorant and shallow. Could this really be called literature? Just a pile of garbage, meaningless words piled up! But he was captivated by a novel depicting incest between a father and daughter. Perhaps the author had a good literary foundation; the novel was beautifully written, erotic but not vulgar, describing the incestuous sex between father and daughter with poetic imagery and extreme stimulation.

From then on, he often searched for similar novels online. He didn't particularly like incest, but only this kind of bloody incest between relatives that crossed the moral line could keep his sexual desire alive! Because now, even seeing Zhou Xia's naked body, he couldn't get an erection, and sometimes even with oral sex, it took Zhou Xia a long time to get an erection!

Xia Linlin wasn't like most girls, caring about her appearance or being delicate. She even slept like a child, often forgetting to lock the door. However, her room was on the second floor, and apart from her father, the other two family members rarely came up. Her so-called younger brother was like a stranger to her.

Afraid of waking his wife, Xia Chuhe

tiptoed up the stairs with his slippers in his hand. By the dim light filtering through the crack in the door, he knew his careless daughter hadn't locked the door again. He prepared his words: "Linlin, from now on, you must remember to lock the door when you sleep, except when you're at home. It's not safe for a girl to sleep like that. The world outside is so chaotic these days!" Xia Chuhe was very satisfied with his words. Yes, that's what he wanted to say! He gently pushed open the door. Instead of the usual sweet fragrance of a boudoir, the room reeked of alcohol. Xia Chuhe's eyes immediately fell on an empty beer bottle on the bedside table. He sighed, thinking, "It must have been Zhou Xia's relentless piling food onto Xia Yu's plate during dinner that provoked her! Ah, if only I had been braver and put some food on my daughter's plate too!" Xia Linlin's face was flushed; she seemed to be fast asleep, even snoring. Xia Chuhe shook his head. It seemed his daughter would have a hard time finding a good husband!

Xia Chuhe turned and gently closed the door. His reason was that it wasn't good to be in his daughter's room so late; it wasn't safe for anyone to see them. But this was home, and his daughter lived upstairs—who would see them? Whether the reason was valid or not, he closed the door anyway. The lamp was too dim, so he turned it up a little. Why brighten it? What was he looking for? He didn't know. Perhaps no reason was needed!

[The End]

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