My mother...

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A series of crisp, loud footsteps echoed through the school building corridor. The sound grew closer, and my heart pounded faster. I knew that confident footstep all too well. A moment later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black business suit entered the office. She had a delicate, fair, oval face, long, black hair styled in a bun, slender, almond-shaped eyes with a slight upturned curve, willow-leaf eyebrows, a delicate nose, and bright, deep, sharp, radiant eyes—a mature woman's unique sensuality. She carried a Prada handbag, wore a fitted suit jacket with a deep V-neck revealing a white blouse, her waist slender, her breasts full and rounded; a black straight skirt, nude stockings, and black stiletto heels accentuated her shapely hips and long, shapely legs, radiating the sophistication and competence of a professional woman. Her name was Zheng Yiyun, and she was…my mother… My mother, her face frosty, walked straight towards me after entering the room. Without a word, she swung her bag and hurled it at me, hitting me repeatedly on the head. I quickly ducked and raised my hands to block. My homeroom teacher rushed between us, pleading, "Ling Xiaodong's mother, Ling Xiaodong's mother, don't be angry, don't be angry..." My mother reached over my teacher's shoulder and continued hitting my head with the bag. It didn't hurt, but it was frightening. It seemed my mother was truly angry. My mother is truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in real life. Although she's nearly forty, she maintains a fantastic figure—curvaceous and voluptuous. No matter what she wears, her breasts always look full and round, especially noticeable when she's at home in her loungewear. My mother has a classic wasp waist, thanks to regular exercise, unlike other middle-aged women whose figures have become out of shape and almost frail. Her hips were round and full, perky and sexy, full of flesh, wrapped in a tube skirt like a plump and juicy peach, yet without giving a bulky impression. Because of her work, my mother always wore suits, stockings, and high heels; she was truly, truly sexy. Although I'm still in high school, I'm a seasoned stocking fetishist. I often steal my mom's stockings for my girlfriend to wear, then pin her down on the bed and fuck her hard. Strangely, no matter what she wears, what color or type of stockings, it just doesn't feel the same as when she wears them. Although I often peek at my mom, I don't have a mother complex; it's just the impulse of a healthy man, and a desire and pursuit of beautiful things. I've secretly taken my mom's stockings and used them to masturbate, but that's all; I never intended to do anything to her. My mom's outburst just now really terrified me. Now that her anger has subsided, I'm gradually drawn to her beautiful legs in black stockings under her gray business pencil skirt. Ever since I learned the internet slang "hugging the thigh," whenever I make a mistake, I kneel on the ground, pretending to joke or act coquettish, and tightly hug my mom's stocking-clad legs. Actually, I just wanted to take advantage of my mom. Sometimes, when things got lively, I'd pretend to accidentally lift her skirt to peek at the beautiful view under her pantyhose. I know it's wrong, immoral, but I just couldn't control my desires because it was so exciting. I've loved the feel of stockings since I was little, and after my sexual awareness awakened, I became even more fascinated by beautiful women wearing stockings. But I couldn't go out on the street to steal other people's stockings, so I could only target my mom at home. After all, even if she noticed something was wrong, she wouldn't take me to the police station as a pervert; at most, she'd give me a beating. That price was acceptable compared to stealing her pantyhose legs. And I suspect that my severe stocking fetish is related to my mother's love of wearing stockings. My childhood memories are almost entirely erased, but the image of my mother wearing various colored stockings is deeply etched in my mind. Whether it's true or not, I often use this reason to convince myself that, due to my mother's influence, I know a great deal about stockings. For example, the black pantyhose my mother is wearing today are velvet stockings. They're slightly less transparent than crystal stockings, but they're more elastic, feel better, and are dense, delicate, soft, and smooth. My mother let out a soft moan, and her previously erect upper body lay back down. I felt a flood of honey-like fluid flowing through her tight vaginal cavity, as if I were soaking in a hot spring, and I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusting. With each thrust, her small, stockinged feet, draped over my shoulders, swayed back and forth, and her full breasts under her dress rippled in circles. My mother gripped the sheets tightly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and soft moans escaped her throat. After my mother adjusted to the penis inside her, she raised her neck and said, "Xiao Dong, get up quickly, Mom really... really needs to pee." I knew she wasn't lying; she had a habit of needing to urinate when nervous. But for some reason, the more she pleaded, the stronger my teasing became. I thrust in and out rapidly, repeatedly hitting her clitoris, and in the blink of an eye, I had thrust dozens of times. My mother seemed unable to bear it, twisting her slender waist, her two delicate legs stretched straight across my shoulders, her proud breasts rippling under her dress, and the walls of her vagina clenched tightly. "Xiao Dong, Xiao Dong, Mom... um... ah... really needs to pee, please get up... um... just for a moment, okay? Um... Mom... really needs to pee." My mother's brows furrowed, and her voice even carried a hint of a sob, making my bones melt. "Mom, do you need to pee?" I asked while thrusting. "Mmm...mmm..." Mom held back for a moment, then blurted out, "Yes...Mom needs to pee, mmm...ah...hurry...get up...let Mom...let Mom go to the toilet." For some reason, Mom's pleading sounded particularly arousing, and I thrust harder and harder, panting as I asked, "Then you promise, you'll let me fuck you again later." "Mmm...you...ah..." Mom glared at me, her face full of shame and indignation. "If you promise, I'll let you go." My penis thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, thick, sweet juice spraying out like fruit juice, leaving her vagina sticky and viscous. "Xiao Dong...get up...ah...Mom...Mom begs you, please?" "You promise, you promise." "Ah...mmm...ah...ah..." Perhaps because she needed to pee, Mom didn't hold back like before, moaning and panting continuously. Because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, I felt I came rather quickly, but Mom still wouldn't give in, so I could only grit my teeth and persevere. I thrust forward, placing my hands on either side of Mom's chest, my slender, stocking-clad legs almost pressing against her ample breasts. My penis pounded down like a pile driver, each thrust hitting the very core of her womb with reckless abandon. "Ah... um... I can't take it anymore... Mom really... is a little anxious... um... get up quickly... I promise... ah... I promise..." "Promise what?" "I promise... ah... ah... I promise..." Mom maintained her last shred of composure, refusing to say it aloud. I felt I was at my limit, almost unable to hold on any longer, so I launched a final sprint, ready to fight to the bitter end. My mother's neck arched back, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Perhaps the shame of leaking urine outweighed the verbal shame; after enduring for a long time, she finally couldn't help but say, "Ah... Mom promises... to let you fuck me..." I felt as if struck by lightning, my whole body burning hot, and my thrusts inside her became even more frantic. My mother was almost crying: "I've already promised... you... ah... hurry up... I... ah... let Mom... go... ah... ah~!" With a long moan, a stream of scalding liquid shot out from the small opening above her vagina, tracing a beautiful arc as it trickled all over me. Mom, she really peed! A chill ran down my spine; I felt the tender flesh of her vagina spasm, gripping my penis tightly. After a rapid series of thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out my penis, pressed it against her plump, silky buttocks, and my thick, pungent semen gushed out. [The End]

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