My Mother, Xu Qiuman, Chapters 3 and 4

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Author: zq199433
Published: 2017/6/3
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Many readers may feel that some scenes vaguely resemble "The Kind and Beautiful Mother". Kangfu's "The Kind and
Beautiful Mother" series is my number one favorite erotic novel. It's a great regret that it wasn't completed. I don't think
I can handle the responsibility of continuing it with my own writing skills, so I wrote this article based on my own ideas. Xu Qiuman's character
is similar to Liu Mengruo's, and some of the inspiration also comes from the "The Kind and Beautiful Mother" series. I hope Kangfu won't mind.
I can guarantee that there will be absolutely no similar plot.
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"I have to come back! I can't rest easy without such a beautiful woman by my side."
[Smooth-talking] Mom said coquettishly.
"But seriously, Manman, you wear short skirts all the time and you're so careless with people. You really need to be careful
."
"I know, but I dress nicely for work, you know how kids these days judge people by
their appearance. I overheard the students in the next class calling Teacher Tian 'fat woman'." Mom's tone revealed
helplessness. "Besides, I'm 34 already. If I don't dress up nicely, I won't have the chance to wear these
clothes when I'm old. If anything happens, Xiaoming will protect me."
"Hahaha... Yes, Xiaoming has grown up, he's a man now. How's that brat doing in his studies lately?"
I could almost hear Mom's faint sigh outside the door. I wondered if it was
because my parents had too high expectations of me or something else, that I had developed this unwillingness to study.
I pulled the covers up, as if shielding myself from all the external pressures. I prepared to enjoy the wonderful weekend and
slowly drifted off to sleep.
[Bang bang bang] I hadn't been asleep long when I was woken up by a series of urgent knocks on the door.
My morning grumpiness vanished instantly. I quickly got dressed and went out of my room.
[Xiaoming, Tianyu's here to play
!] My mother was standing at the door, pulling a little boy inside. [Brother Xiaoming, I'm having trouble getting past the Bishop of Amelia level, can you help me?] A childish
voice drifted into my ears. It was Chen Tianyu from across the hall, a sixth-grader. We were
good friends, and he often asked me to "exchange ideas"—of course, game strategy discussions.
Hearing there was a PS4 to play, I instantly perked up. My sleepiness and unfinished homework
vanished. [Okay, let Master teach you!] In my excitement, I almost
forgot something.
My gaze drifted to my mother, who was looking at me with a reproachful expression. Just as I was wondering what to do,
she spoke up: "Go on, don't forget to come home for lunch, and you have your weekend homework too, Xiaoyu." She then
reached out her long, slender arm and gently patted Chen Tianyu's head, radiating a warm glow of maternal love
that made me a little jealous.
"Okay, Dad's not back yet, we can play for a while!" Chen Tianyu said excitedly.
My mother smiled and shook her head, watching me go to Tianyu's house.
This wasn't my first time at Tianyu's house. Although the 96-square-meter apartment wasn't as big as my own, it felt exceptionally
cozy. The family photo of the three of them in the living room, the various delicate trinkets, and the framed picture of the lady of the house all showed that
this was a family with a strong sense of bourgeois taste.
"Hello, Auntie!" Liu Yuzhen, who was lazily lounging on the sofa watching TV, sat up at the sound
of her voice. Her white t-shirt bounced noticeably as she rose, and one of her fair, smooth thighs lightly touched the sofa surface
, landing on her dark red sandals. Against the backdrop of her super-short hot pants, her two bright legs were particularly eye-catching. "Xiao
Ming's here! Auntie bought you some good food. Have lunch here."
"No, Mom made some good food. I'm going home to eat later," I blurted out without thinking.
Displeasure lingered on Liu Yuzhen's face for a moment, then vanished. "Okay, Tianyu, take Xiaoming to play games.
Mom's going to do yoga."
Thirty-year-old Liu Yuzhen had been a housewife for a long time but hadn't learned how to manage a household. Instead, she'd developed
a spoiled lifestyle. During her time off, she was either singing and partying with friends or fiddling with her phone at home. She
claimed she ran some kind of business on WeChat Moments and had a decent income. "
Xiaoming, how are you so amazing?" Although she hadn't played much PS4, her age was a factor;
teaching a sixth-grader was more than enough. Feeling Xiaoyu's admiration, I was engrossed in Bloodborne
, completely forgetting my promise to my mother.
The clock struck twelve. Ding-dong, the doorbell rang.
"Xiaoming, it's time to come home for dinner." It was Mom. Oh no, I'd lost track of time playing and was going to get scolded again.
"Teacher Xu, it's already twelve. Why don't you eat at our house?" Liu Yuzhen said, half-jokingly.
"No, we just finished cooking at home. Xiaoming coming over to play has already been enough of a bother; the child doesn't even know when he'll be back.
" My mother said apologetically, pulling me towards the house.
The silver buttons on her shirt reflected the light, and I noticed her outfit: a white silk
blouse paired with a matching fitted women's suit. The tight fit only accentuated her impressive bust, giving her a lively and... well, you know.
She shed her office lady attire. Dark blue denim trousers accentuated her beautiful leg curves,
making her legs appear long and shapely.
It seemed Mom hadn't had time to change her shoes in her haste; her slippers
added a touch of playfulness to her otherwise formal and serious look. Wait, those slightly shimmering things on her feet… stockings? The rather conservative Mom only wore
light pink nail polish, which, combined with the flesh-colored stockings, still exuded an alluring charm. However, her overall formal and elegant
attire seemed to proclaim her noble and unapproachable status.
Right, I think I overheard a conversation between Mom and her best friend. To maintain her leg curves, Mom has always
had the habit of wearing shaping stockings. No wonder, Mom is such a beauty-conscious person.
[Teacher Xu] Mom and I looked towards the stairwell from the sound and saw a slightly overweight middle-aged man,
dressed in black trousers and a white shirt—standard office attire—the Louis Vuitton
logo on his briefcase gleaming. Chen Tianyu's cry of "Dad!" revealed the visitor's identity.
"Why don't you come over for a visit, Teacher Xu? Come on, let Yuzhen cook a couple of good dishes," the man grinned, his eyes
betraying neither sincerity nor casualness.
After much refusal, Mom finally said goodbye to the Chen family and took me home.
Tianyu's father, Chen Yongqing, was 40 years old and 173 cm tall, not short for the South, but
in recent years, his frequent social engagements had given him a beer belly, making him look somewhat disproportionate.
Chen Yongqing's success as a top salesman was inseparable from his hard work and dedication, a point on which his father and he shared a deep
understanding. The two often drank, chatted, and discussed things together.
As for Xu Qiuman, his good friend's wife, her intellectual conversation and elegant demeanor deeply captivated Chen Yongqing;
she outshone his own capricious and willful wife at home in every way.
Xu Qiuman's mature and elegant demeanor, coupled with her sexy, long legs adorned with skin-colored stockings, often captivated him
. He had always harbored a certain fetish for this; whenever he drank at Zhang Chenglin's house, he couldn't help but
glance at Xu Qiuman's beautiful legs.
Xu Qiuman greatly admired Chen Tianyu, and she also held Chen Yongqing, a close friend of her husband, in high regard
. However, sometimes Chen Yongqing's gaze towards her was somewhat improper. But since
Chen Yongqing could potentially help Zhang Chenglin at work, and seemed like an honest and reliable person, Xu
Qiuman believed that maintaining a proper distance was sufficient.
What Zhang Chenglin and Xu Qiuman didn't know was that Chen Yongqing wasn't as honest as he appeared. It was precisely through
this facade that Chen Yongqing, playing the fool, had eliminated many business competitors.
Chapter Four
: "Old Wang, what are you doing dressed so smartly?" Security guard Yang Zhi grinned sneer.
Today, Wang Gang specially brought out his treasured black suit and trousers, polished his shoes to a shine.
He bought this outfit specifically for formal occasions, and recalled the last time he wore it was at his wedding.
"Old Wang, you're going to the parent-teacher conference for our son. Can you cover for me this afternoon? I'll come tonight." Wang Gang understood that
Yang Zhi was mocking him, but he couldn't show it when he needed a favor.
"I can cover for you, but you have to treat me to a nice meal later." Yang Zhi took advantage of the situation.
"Sure."
His son's grades had always been good, and he was always praised by the teacher at parent-teacher conferences.
This was Wang Gang's greatest source of pride. Although he himself was lazy and useless, he still hoped his son
could succeed.
Although his son was usually quiet, he had earned him a lot of face through his studies. Attending parent-teacher conferences
was almost always Wang Gang's most motivating time, feeling the envious glances from other parents—something he never experienced at other times
.
[Parents, please take your seats and look at the report cards. The meeting
will begin shortly after all parents are present.]
Hearing the homeroom teacher's concise and forceful words, Wang Gang, sitting in the last row, looked up for a moment before
starting to look around. Clearly, the slightly overweight homeroom teacher didn't pique his interest at all.
At this moment, Wang Gang's true colors were revealed. Taking advantage of his position in the last row, he looked around,
specifically looking for any attractive parents, especially those wearing short skirts; their exposed
thighs didn't escape his lecherous gaze.
[Tap, tap, tap] The crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor came from outside the classroom.
Wang Gang looked over, eagerly anticipating what kind of stunning beauty was the source of the sound.
A tall, slender figure came into view, her hair piled high, a pale pink blazer tightly
encasing a white shirt underneath, paired with a matching pink pleated skirt. The hem of the skirt fell only seven or eight centimeters above her knees
, her long, shapely legs seemingly covered by a thin membrane, sexy yet alluring, exuding an indescribable noble elegance.
Wang Gang suddenly felt his mouth go dry; the person who had appeared was none other than Xu Qiuman, the object of his long-held fantasies!
Coming back to his senses, Wang Gang quickly waved to Xu Qiuman, "Teacher Xu, over here!"
Xu Qiuman visibly paused for a moment, then walked towards him with her signature polite smile.
The hem of her pleated skirt swayed playfully from side to side with her steps, subtly revealing her full, smooth thighs.
With the rhythmic tapping of her high heels on the ground, everyone's attention was drawn to her.
Following behind her mother, she felt the astonished gazes of the men around her and the envious looks of the women. These
classmates' fathers all seemed to be staring at my mother's thighs. My feelings were mixed; I didn't know whether to be happy
and proud for my mother or angry that she was being looked at like that.
[Isn't that Wang Gang? And standing next to him is… Wang Qiang? What's Wang Gang doing here?] My mind
was filled with doubt.
Reaching her seat, my mother slightly bent over, smoothing her pleated skirt, her legs tightly pressed together, and gracefully turned
to one side. With the rise of her skirt and Wang Gang's increasingly rapid heartbeat, a large section of her shapely, full thighs
was exposed to everyone's eyes. The bright classroom light shone slightly on her skin-colored stockings.
[Mr. Wang, are you… Wang Qiang's father?] Seeing Wang Qiang next to Wang Gang, my mother asked me
this question.
Wang Gang said unexpectedly, "Yes, Teacher Xu. Does your son also study at No. 4 Middle School? How do you know Xiao
Qiang?"
"This is my son, Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming, quickly say hello to Uncle." Due to various coincidences,
a warm smile appeared on my mother's delicate makeup. "Xiao Qiang helped Xiao Ming with his homework last week."
"Hello, Uncle." Remembering that Wang Qiang had spied on my mother not long ago, I reluctantly replied. Wang Qiang
's father is Wang Gang? Why didn't he mention it last time? Come to think of it, they're both short and sleazy. I felt
a deep disgust for this father and son.
Ever since my mother sat down next to Wang Gang, Wang Qiang kept his head down. From a very young age, Wang Qiang had always found
it difficult to talk about his father. Other classmates' parents were company employees, or at least ordinary factory
workers, while his father could only work as a doorman for people living in upscale neighborhoods.
When he was in elementary school, other classmates were picked up from school by their parents, but what about his father? He didn't have time to change out of
his security guard uniform, and he only knew how to take the bus, all of which became reasons for his classmates to laugh at him. This was also
an important reason for Wang Qiang's gloomy personality.
As if seeing through Wang Qiang's thoughts, his mother didn't continue to ask. "If only my child were as obedient as Xiao Qiang
. Xiao Qiang, you're good at English, why don't you come to Auntie's house to tutor Xiao Ming next time?"
Looking at his mother's warm and kind face, Wang Qiang's inferiority complex seemed to melt away, and he nodded repeatedly. "
Okay, Auntie," a rare smile appeared on his face.
"Hello, parents. Many of you may not be familiar with me, so let me introduce myself. My surname is Jiang, and
this semester I am the Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher. The other teachers are English teacher Zhou Changhong and math teacher Yu Lan. We are
responsible for the teaching work of the class together."
"Please, children, go outside the classroom first. Parents, please open your report cards. The first page is..."
Wang Qiang didn't listen to Teacher Jiang at all. The fragrance emanating from the beautiful woman next to him almost
suffocated him. Her beautiful hair, exquisite makeup, smooth long skirt, and long legs in stockings that he couldn't resist.
This is simply a goddess.
[Chinese score 92] Xu Qiuman smiled with relief. [Tutoring him every day wasn't in vain.]
[Math 84, English 42…] Her relaxed eyebrows furrowed again. [His English is so
bad, should I consider hiring a tutor? It's a pity I can't teach English myself. If Chenglin were here, that would be great.]
Sighing, thinking of her husband who was away on a business trip, Xu Qiuman couldn't help but sigh. Her husband had been gone for over a week
, and the pressure on her shoulders was getting heavier and heavier. The tedious work and family matters, although she could still handle,
she was, after all, a woman, and whenever she felt overwhelmed, she longed for a shoulder to lean on.
Just as Xu Qiuman was lost in thought about her family and son, a pair of lecherous eyes were fixed on her beautiful
legs in stockings under her pleated skirt. Through the ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, the veins on her thighs were clearly visible. Following her slender, long
calves, a pair of off-white pointed-toe high heels obediently protected her delicate and beautiful
feet from violation!
If eyes could touch, Wang Gang's gaze would have caressed his mother's thighs a thousand times over, feeling
the smoothness of her skin and stockings, kissing every pore on her beautiful legs!
[Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu, can I touch you just once!] Wang Gang cried out in his heart, watching Xu
Qiuman's delicate brows furrow slightly because of her son's grades, her cherry lips, painted with light pink lipstick, slightly parted. He couldn't resist the urge
to pin the beautiful teacher beside him down and give her a passionate French kiss.
[Wang Qiang got first place in the grade for English this time. Where are Wang Qiang's parents?] The entire classroom was
silent. [Wang Qiang's parents?]
[Yes... I am...] His voice was filled with panic. Wang Gang stood up, trying his best to cover his genitals,
using his height advantage and the desk to try and hide his embarrassment.
Jiang Qin had only wanted to praise Wang Qiang in person, but unexpectedly, Wang Gang suddenly stood up, hunching
over in a lewd manner to hide something, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Everyone looked at Wang Gang's disgraceful state, then at the sexy and elegant woman beside him, and suddenly understood
. A wave of laughter erupted.
Seeing Wang Gang covering his obviously bulging genitals, the mother, with over 30 years of life experience, also reacted instantly .
Feeling the gazes of the crowd, her ears flushed red, and she instinctively pulled her pleated skirt down
.
Realizing that her actions had been noticed by the beautiful woman beside her, and seeing the obvious disgust in her eyes, coupled with the surrounding laughter, Wang Gang was extremely ashamed and 　　indignant. 　　His genitals
quickly retracted, he coughed twice, and regretfully
sat back down .
********** ... 　　Wang Gang stood up and politely said goodbye to his mother, trying his best to salvage his image. His mother frowned slightly, 　　but out of politeness, she still said "goodbye" and didn't linger. Wang Gang noticed all these details and 　　angrily left the classroom. 　　"Oh no, I'm going to get yelled at by Mom when I get back. That Mediterranean guy, he's causing trouble," I muttered angrily outside the classroom 　　. "Mediterranean" was the students' nickname for their English teacher. True to his nickname, he was 45 years old, with thinning hair, 　　a noticeable bald patch on his head, resembling a Mediterranean Sea, of medium build, with a slightly protruding belly—a typical middle-aged 　　man. 　　Although 45, Zhou Changhong was rumored to be a notorious lecher at school, 　　maintaining inappropriate relationships with several senior high school girls through various means, and even female teachers were rumored to have been involved with him. 　　"Zhang Ming, want to go play soccer?" Gao Xin shouted at me. "In the classroom, the Mediterranean guy can't possibly do anything to Mom 　　. Besides, Tian Hang's dad is there too." I thought to myself, "Perfect...it'll save me from Mom's scolding." 　　I took out my phone and sent Mom a text message: "Mom, I'm going to play soccer with Gao Xin and the others 　　. I'll be home by myself in a bit." I fled from Mom's murderous gaze as if escaping. 　　[The reason two parents were kept here this time is because the two students were the only ones who failed the class's placement test.]

"First-year high school English isn't difficult, but the two of you..." Zhou Changhong, standing on the podium, looked up, about to think of his words, when his gaze
fixed on Xu Qiuman.
Xu Qiuman had moved to the third row to get closer to the blackboard, free from the obstruction of parents in front.
The beautiful scenery under the desk was fully visible to Zhou Changhong. A light pink blazer paired with a white shirt and a well-fitting pleated
skirt; her slender, long legs in skin-colored stockings—so young, really Zhang Ming's mother?
The old fox, being the old fox he was, gave her a quick glance, then continued his
speech. Xu Qiuman didn't notice, only thinking that her attire was quite appropriate and had caught the English teacher's attention.
"From now on, Zhang Ming and Tian Hang will need to attend tutoring classes at school every Friday evening. We ask for your support,"
Zhou Changhong said, observing his mother's expression.
"Perfect, I can tutor Xiaoming." His mother nodded in satisfaction.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Zhou Changhong's lips.
Before I knew it, it was almost evening. Parents and students were leaving the school one after another.
[Mom's probably still getting scolded by the Mediterranean guy. I'll go home and cook dinner for her.] Thinking I'd do well and win
her forgiveness, I went home alone.
[Tian Hang's parents can leave now, but Zhang Ming's parents need to stay. Zhang Ming's situation
is special.] Zhou Changhong said seriously.
Mom didn't suspect anything; she just thought my grades were too bad, making the teacher very nervous.
[Ms. Xu, let's talk in my office. I need to show you some documents. Your Zhang Ming only scored 42
points. His situation is different from the other students, so we need to talk to him separately.] Mom nodded in agreement and
followed Zhou Changhong to his office…
The Fourth Middle School was quiet at night. There were no students' noises on campus, only the occasional sharp
meow breaking the silence.
[Tap, tap, tap] The seductive rhythm of the high heels echoed throughout the corridor; the owner of those shoes must have had
beautiful, shapely legs.
Walking ahead, Zhou Changhong felt a surge of desire from the sound of his mother's high heels clicking behind him. He fantasized about
caressing the woman's stockinged thighs beneath her pleated skirt and quickened his pace.
[It's getting dark; Xiaoming should be home by now. Why is everyone here?] Looking at the dark
surroundings, the cool summer breeze occasionally blowing, his mother unconsciously hugged herself, continuing to follow Zhou Changhong
. [This is school; there shouldn't be any problems.] She reassured herself.
Arriving at Zhou Changhong's office, all the other teachers had already left, making his mother more wary. Zhou
Changhong pulled out a bottle of incense with all-English packaging from the bottom of a drawer, lighting it as he said, [There are so many mosquitoes today
. Ms. Xu, please have a seat.] He gestured to the sofa in the office and then secretly observed his mother.
[This little beauty seems suspicious.] He turned and made his mother a cup of tea, then leaned against the office door,
feigning composure, and said, [I'll go call Teacher Xie from the grade level; we'll discuss this together.] Then, he slowly
closed the office door. Through the crack, his gaze swept over his mother's one stockinged leg, the high heels
rising and falling slightly with her movement.
Zhou Changhong's emotions were about to explode. He was about to have his way with those stunning legs, her
firm breasts, and her delicate features. He touched his throbbing penis, which was about to burst out of his pants, and excitedly strode towards
the faculty dormitory to get two Viagra pills. Tonight, he was going to ejaculate freely on this beautiful mature woman!
The pill he had just retrieved was one he had specially commissioned someone to bring back from America at a high price.
It could render someone unconscious for three hours in just 20 minutes. He had already used this method to manipulate many students' parents and even teachers.
His targets were often dignified, conservative, and doting parents. Zhou Changhong had grasped these psychological traits. As
long as he filmed the rape and used it to blackmail them, along with extra care for their children, these conservative women
would often submit.
Even if he had drugged and raped Xu Qiuman, as long as he filmed it, she would still have to consider her son's studies at school,
so there wouldn't be any problems, Zhou Changhong stubbornly believed.
Xu Qiuman sat upright on the sofa, deeply worried about her son's grades, a worried expression creeping onto her once beautiful and elegant face
. Meanwhile, the empty office environment made Xu Qiuman secretly wary, deciding not to
drink the water Zhou Changhong offered, but she never expected the problem to be in the incense.
[Buzz...] A rapid vibration of her phone. Xu Qiuman turned the volume up to the maximum. [Hello, Mom, you're still
not home? Why can't I turn on the stove? And there's a strange smell.] My voice came from the other end of the line
. Deciding to cook a surprise for my mother, I imagined her usual behavior and wanted to make scrambled
eggs with tomatoes. After fiddling around for a while, I couldn't turn on the stove, so I had no choice but to call my mother.
[You turned on the gas??? Turn it off quickly!] My mother's urgent voice came from the other end of the line.
[Ah?] " I don't know how to close it."
"Quickly open the window and go next door to find Uncle Chen.
Don't stay inside, Mom will be back soon!" Mom grabbed her bag and ran towards the office door, then, realizing something was wrong, left a note for Zhou Changhong.
"Oh, okay." Oh no, I didn't give Mom a surprise, I just caused her trouble. She'll definitely yell at me when she gets back…
What I didn't know was that my phone call saved Mom.
Clutching Viagra, whistling, the Mediterranean man returned with immense excitement, fantasizing about Xu Qiu
Man lying on the sofa, breathing evenly, and him slowly climbing onto this beautiful woman…
until he saw the empty office and the note on the desk: "Teacher Zhou, I'm sorry, there's
an emergency at home. I'll visit another day."
"Damn!" The Mediterranean man was filled with remorse and slapped himself. Why didn't he lock the door?!
"Boom!" The white Polo started, and Mom sped away from the Fourth Middle School.
"Xiaoming, you absolutely can't get hurt!" Mom pressed the accelerator while dialing the phone. [Beep...beep...
beep, the number you dialed...]
At home, [buzzing...buzzing...] the phone vibrated incessantly on the sofa, and all was silent.
Remembering Dad's last words, she promised to take good care of Xiaoming and protect herself. "Xiaoming..."
"Answer the phone quickly!! Mom will never scold you again..."
The pressure of work and the toil of family chores hadn't broken Mom, but this sudden event seemed to
be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Tears welled up in her eyes, "Cheng Lin, please come back..."
A huge sense of crisis enveloped Mom, and her whole body seemed to gradually lose its control. Mom was completely unaware
of the abnormality in her body and continued to press the accelerator, the car speeding away into the distance.
At the guardhouse of Jiangcheng Community, "Old Wang, I'm leaving the license plate check tonight. Remember not to miss any.
Bring me something good for breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and I want that KFC breakfast, hahaha." Wang Gang hesitated, hung up the phone, and
angrily picked up his flashlight and notebook and walked into the community.
The scenes of today replayed in his mind like a projector: Xu Qiuman's sexy and alluring figure, her fresh and seductive
fragrance. Never before had a beautiful woman treated him with such respect, and he even had some good feelings for her because of Xiao Qiang. Until he made a fool of himself
…
…Xu Qiuman’s strange look, the stark contrast between her previous and current state, was unbearable for him. Thinking about it
, he couldn’t help but sigh. It seemed his fate was just this unlucky. Wang Qiang attributed his misfortune to God playing tricks on
him.
The journey from No. 4 Middle School to Jiangcheng Residential Area, normally a 30-minute drive, was completed in 15 minutes by his mother, who, under pressure, had
reached the underground parking garage. If it weren’t for the strict zoning of the residential area, preventing cars from driving in the residential zone, his mother would have already rushed
downstairs.
Xu Qiuman, who had been fighting off sleepiness, persisted with her last remaining belief. Her eyelids kept
drooping until she reached her destination. At that moment, Xu Qiuman felt as if her body was out of her control; her scalp tingled
, and she felt utterly powerless. Thinking of Xiaoming’s safety, she used her last bit of strength to unbuckle her seatbelt and
open the car door with a click. Trying to step out, she couldn’t muster any strength. Xu Qiuman could no longer hold on; with a soft moan
, she fainted.
【沪a0ij2x, 沪b5ju3x, 沪f58yhsx】Wang Gang carefully recorded
each license plate number to determine if it belonged to an outside vehicle.
【沪a0ly4x】
【Hey, a white Polo, is that Teacher Xu's car?】His thoughts drifted back to the dignified and charming
married woman from earlier that day.
【Huh, the car door isn't closed?】With a puzzled look, Wang Gang stepped forward to check. 【Rip!】 The car door opened with a click, and the motion
sensors slowly illuminated. Wang Gang froze, stunned.
A woman with a slender figure reclined between the driver's and passenger seats, her hair disheveled on the passenger
seat. Beside her lay a delicate updo. Her pale pink blazer was slightly open, and a white
blouse tightly hugged her full, rounded breasts. A matching pink pleated skirt draped askew over a pair of long
, shapely legs in stockings, seemingly trying to conceal her beauty. However, due to her reclining position,
a large section of her shapely, voluptuous thigh was exposed to the air, to a pair of lustful eyes.
It was Xu Qiuman, who had appeared poised and elegant at the parent-teacher meeting earlier that day! But now, Xu Qiuman had lost
her composure and calmness, lying like a lamb to the slaughter, quietly reclining... Beneath himself, Wang Gang could hardly believe
his eyes.
His mouth went dry, and his genitals swelled rapidly. "Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu?" Wang Gang
asked tentatively, patting his mother's shoulder. Seeing no reaction, Wang Gang mustered his
courage, recalling the stark contrast in Xu Qiuman's behavior towards him during the day, and steeled himself.
He kept glancing at his mother's tightly closed eyes, his trembling hands slowly slipping inside her pleated skirt.
The moment he touched her silk-stockinged thighs, the smooth texture of the high-quality stockings almost made him cry out. Of course, his mother was wearing
World Stockings that his father had brought back from Europe.
Seeing that the beauty beneath him showed no signs of waking despite his harassment, Wang Gang slipped into the car,
his face once again displaying a frivolous, lewd, and smug expression.
The parking lot returned to silence…
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