[The Nightmare of a High School Teacher Mother] (The End) [Author: chung070610]

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Author: chung070610
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********** ... My mother is actually a very low-key person. Perhaps it's because of her profession, but her behavior and clothing are quite reserved. Plus, she took on the role of a stepfather in my life, so my impression of her is always tinged with a bit of awe . That said, although my mother is low-key, she can't hide her natural beauty. She's 174cm tall with legs over 100cm long, and has a full, rounded D-cup bust. Even today, she still looks pretty, and her figure and curves are well-maintained. There aren't many signs of aging on her face , but she has a mature woman's aura. Otherwise, how could she have been pursued and given birth to me at such a young age? However, because of her usual attire, I don't pay much attention to her. I also have a girlfriend now, but I don't deny that I have some Oedipus complex. The partners I've found are all somewhat similar to my mother . We depend on each other for support, and sometimes we invite each other to our own events. But I usually attend her events more often. For example, when my mother's high school celebrates its anniversary, she always invites me to the school fair. Only then will my mother, who usually only wears black pantsuits at home or at work, dress up a little more carefully, taking out her only black and white striped short skirt and leopard-print high heels, along with flesh-colored stockings. Unfortunately, her upper body is still very tightly covered! Because the school fair only happens once a year, and only then can I properly admire my mother's slender and beautiful legs in stockings. Once, I saw my mother helping to tie balloons at the fair's booth from afar. Because of her side profile, her figure was accentuated. Suddenly, I realized how beautiful my mother was. Something in my heart seemed to have been unlocked. That day, many male students also enthusiastically surrounded my mother. After the school anniversary celebration, my mother and I drove home. In the car, I kept stealing glances at the beautiful legs on the driver's side . With each press of the accelerator or brake, those supple, fleshy thighs trembled, making me want to slow down and prolong the moment. But fate had other plans. When we arrived home, my mother walked ahead, casually holding the doorframe, and slightly kicked one leg back, using her fingers to pull her high heel down. Those smooth toes encased in stockings even gave me the urge to suck on them. I couldn't let myself succumb, so I quickly shook my head and hurried into the living room . My mother, tired from a long day, plopped down on the sofa, her left foot on the sofa, her right leg naturally on the floor, slightly straight, resting her chin on the sofa cushions. She had her knee on her left knee, holding it her right hand outstretched, holding the remote control on the turntable. I stood there, stunned, because her posture so blatantly exposed her black underwear. I stared intently at her private parts. After a minute, my mother gave me a questioning look and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at that?" I suddenly snapped out of it and said, "Oh, nothing, it's just that you look so beautiful today, I'm mesmerized, haha!" My mother slowly stood up, swinging her arms at a 30-degree angle to the sides, almost like she was swinging them, and looked down at her clothes, smiling as she said , "Hmm~ yeah, I actually think you look great like this, but saying I was mesmerized seems a bit of an exaggeration ~" "Go and rest if you're tired, you have class tomorrow!" Urged on, I reluctantly left the living room and slowly walked to my room. After closing the door, I really wanted to find my girlfriend to release this intensely aroused desire. Just as I picked up my phone to call my girlfriend to arrange a time to meet, I asked myself seriously and with confusion, "Is having sex with my girlfriend really what I want? Will it really relieve this inexplicable lust in my heart? It seems like... not really..." But then, I dared not think any further. I dialed the number, arranged a time to meet my girlfriend, and then, with my erection still throbbing, I tossed and turned and fell asleep. The next morning, my mother reverted to her usual rigid self. The somewhat attractive outfit from the day before was completely gone. I unconsciously wore a disappointed expression. My mother glanced at me and, in that teacherly tone, admonished me, "Did you have a fight with your girlfriend? Don't pick fights with her so easily. She's a good girl!" "Last time she came to our house, she gave your mother a lot of cosmetics and skincare products, and even taught her how to do the latest trendy makeup. It's a pity she can't use it now that she's at work!" "Hmm, it's about time, I have to go!" I didn't reply, because I knew the problem wasn't with my girlfriend, but with…my mother! Later, after meeting my girlfriend, for some reason, I didn't immediately perk up. The half-hearted sex in the motel bed left me feeling empty, and it made my girlfriend suspicious—was she tired of me? This incident created a rift between us. Later, I actively corrected my mindset and tried to make it up to my girlfriend. However, I didn't expect that the more I gave to her, the further away she became. In the end, she cheated on me and chose to end the relationship by betraying me! This deeply hurt me and changed my views on women. It made my possessiveness towards the opposite sex surface and become intense. What I couldn't accept was betrayal! I returned to living with just my mother and son. My mother knew I had broken up with my girlfriend and, worried I was upset, often tried to talk to me. But seeing her plain clothes and makeup didn't improve my mood. Since she's a teacher, her professional instincts kicked in, and she kept trying to comfort and care for me. One day, I got annoyed by her constant concern and didn't want to talk about my problems anymore. Not wanting to offend her, I impatiently said, "Mom! Stop talking about me! I feel like I've said this so many times already. It's all in the past! I'll get over it. Thank you for your concern!" "And what about you? Tell me about yourself. Don't you have any worries or troubles?" My mother replied, "Yes, I do. Recently, I've had a pretty big problem." I pressed her for details, and she told me that students these days are getting harder and harder to manage. Not only do they not pay attention in class, but they also like to skip school. During one school inspection, my mother was reprimanded by the inspector for having too many students skipping class. What really bothered her...

What frustrated her was a male student in her class who frequently skipped classes and went off to learn random things, causing
her mother to be called out by the principal during school meetings. Her strong-willed and opinionated personality made
this humiliation unbearable. Seeing her distressed and worried mother, I thought for a moment and then said,

"Mom, I have an idea that might improve students' learning attitudes. Why don't you listen to it?"

"Times have changed, Mom—you need to adjust your mindset!"

"Your mother comes across as too much like a teacher. No student would like that kind of class now. Not just others,
even I felt that way about my university courses!"

"Didn't you see the news about that English tutor at the cram school? She has to be so careful about her appearance, always
wearing sexy short skirts that show off her long, slender legs. Every class she teaches is full!"

My mother replied, a little displeased. "Hmph! Isn't that using her looks to seduce students? That's not the right way, is it?"

I said, "Mom, you're a teacher. The important thing is to get students back on the right track, right? If you can't even create opportunities for education
, and everyone skips class, then that goes against the spirit of being a teacher. Besides, you don't want to be criticized by the school inspector and
the principal do you?"

My mother was silent for a while, then thought about it and realized that what I said made sense. She really didn't want to endure
that . She replied, "Then what should I do? I only have one or two nice outfits. Makeup isn't
a problem, but I still don't know what to wear. Son, can you help me? You're
a boy , you should know what kind of clothes look like what you're talking about. Tomorrow's a weekend, can you come with me to
the department store to buy some clothes? But I don't want anything too revealing!" Of course, I agreed!

The next day, I woke up very early, excited, and started searching online for
pictures of what those so-called beautiful teachers wore. Looking at each picture, I wondered if I could
resist if my mother dressed like that and walked in front of me every day. Just before leaving the house, my mother seemed determined to wear that plain, stiff black pantsuit, but
I stopped her. I told her that it would be difficult to coordinate outfits when trying on clothes, and urged her to change into a short, fitted skirt and
high heels with a simple short-sleeved t-shirt. After changing, the feeling from the last school fair returned. I kept
praising my mother for looking good to prevent her from wanting to change.

At the department store, I deliberately held my mother's hand as we strolled through the clothing counters. My actions
caused many shop assistants to ask if we were a couple browsing clothes. My mother smiled faintly and
shook her head. Taking the opportunity, I flattered her, saying,

"See? With a little dressing up, no one would recognize you as my mother; they'd think we were the same age!"

"After the makeover, you'll definitely become a sexy beauty!"

"Then, Mom, walking next to me will look like the girlfriend everyone envies!"

Hearing me tease her with words, my mother playfully replied,

"I am a beauty to begin with—but girlfriends like that are hard to come by! Hehe!" Good

heavens! My mother is so adorable! I couldn't wait to pick out a few outfits for her to try on. She wore
a tight-fitting jumpsuit; the top was a faux two-piece design, short-sleeved with rolled-up cuffs, and the collar was
a shirt. A large V-shape was sewn into the black fabric at the chest, highlighting her D-cup bust and emphasizing her slender waist.
The black top had a row of large buttons down the middle, as if one
could easily remove the garment. The skirt was 30cm above the knee, showcasing her long legs
and revealing her beautiful legs in white flesh-colored stockings—a look that was both sophisticated and alluring! After changing, my mother stood in front of the mirror and asked,
"Does this look good?"

I felt a surge of heat in my throat and swallowed hard before saying, "It looks good!!! It looks great!
It would be even better with black high heels!" My mother smiled and said she had a pair of black high heels at home, but she would try them on when she got back
.

Next, we bought a lot of clothes, mostly short skirts, tight-fitting t-shirts, and well-fitting shirts. My mother
smiled and asked if these clothes and skirts were too short. I replied that Mommy has long, beautiful legs, and that people
should highlight their strengths to achieve twice the results with half the effort! Then, while shopping, I saw a bright red, sexy
knitted jumpsuit. I thought it would look amazing on my mother's fair skin, showing off her long, slender legs, and I
wanted her to buy it. My mother waved her hand and said that the color was too bright and she couldn't accept it right now. She said she would
look at something else another day!

When I got home, my mother took out the black high heels and put on the first black bodysuit she had bought
. She sat on the edge of her bed in her room. Since there wasn't a large full-length mirror, she asked me if the outfit looked
good I earnestly said

, "Wow, you look so beautiful! If you don't believe me, I'll take a picture with my phone!"

Then I squatted down slightly in front of her and snapped a photo of her beautiful legs…

I was secretly pleased. I showed her the picture and kept
whispering, in a hypnotic and suggestive way, "You're so beautiful." My mother was overjoyed and immediately said, "I'll wear this to class on Monday!"

I was so envious of the male students who got to admire this meticulously dressed, glamorous
teacher !

After that day! My mother started changing her work attire. Her hairstyle changed from a back updo to down, her
hair reaching her chest. She also started wearing the same false eyelashes my ex-girlfriend had taught her to do! A month later, I
noticed my mother was coming home from work a little later. When she got home, I asked her about her teaching. My pretty mother
beamed and said

, "Your advice was fantastic! Super effective! Students rarely skip my classes anymore,
even the most difficult boy who always caused trouble sits quietly in the classroom."

"Recently, they even come to my office after school to ask me for tutoring, so
I've been coming home later. But you're an adult now, you should be able to manage your life! Is it okay?!" "

Maybe it's because my teaching is so effective, even the principal has changed his tone towards me. He's very polite now!
He said he'll give me the teaching excellence award next time!"

"That's great!" I'll dress up more for my classes from now on! Son, thank you!

I thought to myself with a touch of jealousy, "These people changed because of your clothes, right?" It's so realistic.
And all the help I gave my mother has only made her more focused on work, slowly fading from her heart as her son.
She's now telling me to take care of myself? All she said was "thank you"? And now she's telling me to dress up even more, not for me...
Instead, it was for someone else? My worries that my mother wouldn't abandon and betray me like my ex-girlfriend did gradually surfaced. At the same time,
I found my possessiveness towards my mother growing stronger, especially as she became more and more engrossed in her teaching job…

A month or two later, my mother told me during a meal that she had received an excellent teaching award,
and some of students wanted to celebrate by inviting her to karaoke. She was
very happy because she hadn't received an invitation from students in a long time, so she readily agreed. I tried to find out who would be attending, but she only knew that it
was organized by the male student who was always skipping class. I felt uneasy about this and quickly asked if I could join.
My mother asked suspiciously,

"Huh? You're coming too? What are you going to do?"

"Wow, that's rare! You never used to like participating in my activities, why are you so proactive this time? Hehe."

"They're just students~ Don't worry!"

I quickly explained that I just wanted to use this gathering to see if my mother's changes had
successfully improved the teacher-student relationship. Since it was my suggestion, I could learn more about it. My mother, of course, agreed! But I
don't know if there's something wrong with my mindset, but I'm convinced those male students definitely have ulterior motives!

So I need to protect my mother, who has no sense of crisis, from being taken advantage of! Besides! My mother is mine
…

On the day of the celebration, I noticed early in the morning that my mother had put on light makeup and was wearing that hot red knitted jumpsuit that I had suggested she buy at
the department store , with black thigh-high stockings on her legs. I felt
a little annoyed and asked her,

"Last time I told you to buy it, but you didn't. When did you finally buy it? Why did you wear
this It's so provocative and dangerous!"

My mother laughed awkwardly and replied, "No, it's just that I wasn't used to wearing this last time~ Now I know
it looks great, and today is the first time I've tried thigh-high stockings! It feels so new!"

"Besides~ it's rare for the student council to invite me to an event~ maybe~ if I dress up nicely, there will be more
parties like this in the future, and didn't you encourage me to change things up? Hmm?"

"I don't think I can wear those tight skirt suits to their event~ This one is really more relaxed
and comfortable, and it's also very convenient to move around in. You have such good taste~"

Seeing that I was silent with a sour look on my face, my mother quickly said, "Come on~ I'll sit in the study and you take
a !"

Then my mother pulled me into the study, turned around and sat on the white chair in the study, her soft legs
pressed together, her left hand supporting her body leaning to one side, her right hand playing with her hair. With such a beautiful sight before me, I didn't care about my anger and
pressed the shutter!

My mother thought that this would distract me from my anger and quickly said to me,

"I'm sorry~ I didn't listen to your advice when I bought the clothes that time. You have really good taste~ Don't be upset."

"I'm going to a singing party today, cheer up~!"

She completely misunderstood. She thought I was angry that she didn't listen to my advice when she bought the clothes, and the reason I was upset was that she
didn't dress up for her son me, but for those students, and even wore
the clothes that I most wanted to see her wear for those students! I felt like a small-town girl who had painstakingly raised and cared for
someone, only to have her betrayed in the end. This feeling of betrayal was awful! Besides, she was dressed so provocatively today; what if
something happened? I didn't want those people to take my mother away!

Seeing that I didn't say anything more, she urged me to hurry up and leave, as the appointment time was approaching.
When we arrived at the karaoke bar, the male students were already there. Looking at the guestbook on the first floor, we quickly went upstairs to our private room. Sure enough, my
bad feeling was right; everyone there was a male student. As soon as my mother entered, she pushed me forward and
said playfully

, "Ta-da! We have a special guest today! Let me introduce you—this is my son!"

The male students were all a little surprised by my appearance, but seeing the hot teacher standing before them, they
whispered among themselves, their conversations mingling with the music, their eyes occasionally glancing at my mother's body!

Among them, I noticed a tall guy let out a distinct "Sigh~" sound. Judging from
his dyed hair and pierced ears, he was probably the leader. I quickly greeted everyone and headed back to
find a seat when I heard my mother exclaim loudly behind me, "Hey! How can you order alcohol? You're
all underage!" They all said in unison, "We can't drink, but you can, teacher!" "

There's a basic charge for the private room. We're all full, so we won't order food—the remaining money will be
just enough for Whisky!"

Suddenly, the leader added, "Teacher, your son can drink too! What's the problem?"

Hearing "Whisky," I thought, "Why are they ordering such a high-alcohol-content drink? What are they trying to do?
If I hadn't come today, my mother would definitely have been drunk, and it would have been dangerous!"

My mother said, "Oh, you guys... never mind! It's a celebration today, I won't bother you anymore!"

Then, suddenly, everyone shouted in unison, "Celebrating the teacher's award!" My mother was then pressured by the students to drink a
glass of wine. I thought to myself, my mother doesn't usually drink, can she handle such a strong liquor like Whisky?
And these people put so little ice in her glass! They're up to no good!

My mother went to the song selection counter and started choosing songs, gesturing with her finger as if asking if I wanted to choose a song.
I waved my hand to indicate no. The group of students then surrounded my mother, deliberately choosing
love songs , asking her to sing along!

During the love song duets, the male students would deliberately put their arms around each other or hold hands. Every two or three
songs, a student would pour a drink and deliberately offer it to her, asking her to drink it. At first, my mother, of course,
didn't agree to drink a whole glass at once, but as time went on, the atmosphere gradually warmed up, and she began to boldly
drink a whole glass at once! But because the alcohol she had drunk earlier was slowly fermenting, my mother's body was
swaying slightly from time to time. It seemed... damn it! This bottle of Whisky was really bought just for my mother!

I wasn't the only one who noticed my mother was slightly drunk; the male student who was leading the group also noticed. He walked towards
my mother in front of the karaoke computer, deliberately leaning against her, his head peeking out from behind her left ear, their faces very close.
His pointing at the touchscreen for selecting songs. After selecting a song, he deliberately placed his left hand on my mother's left thigh,
and started gently kneading it through her stockings, but my mother didn't seem to notice.

Finally, he made his move! He started taking advantage of my mother. The student who was leading the group noticed I seemed to be glaring at him and quickly...
He shouted, "I just requested a hot dance song with the teacher. Would you like to come dance with us in front of the class later?"
The mother waved her hand to indicate no, but all the students insisted on urging her to dance, saying that celebrations meant
letting loose . Eventually, the mother
, somewhat naively, was persuaded. When the dance song came on, the lead student took her hand and led her to an open area in front of the table. At first, the mother seemed a little lost when the music started. Then she saw two hands
on her waist, guiding her on how to sway her hips. The mother then enthusiastically performed for
the men . The student in charge wasn't idle either, deliberately touching or rubbing my mother's hot
body. I wanted to stop him immediately, but since it was still my mother's place, I had to
suppress my jealousy and dissatisfaction. Seeing that I didn't act, the student in charge waved and called the other students over,
surrounding my mother. Then, inside that circle, hands kept roaming over my mother's body.
But judging from my mother's happy expression and constant laughter, she probably thought the movements were dance steps, not
sexual harassment!

I sat quietly to the side, not fitting into this joyful atmosphere at all. Then, after a few dances, my mother
drank even more. The student in charge said he wanted to play a game, saying that we had to kiss through a piece of paper. Damn it!
Pushing his luck ! I immediately stood up to stop him and asked my mother and me to leave. The reason I said this was
because my mother had almost finished the bottle of Whisky, and with the vigorous dancing, she was already
drunk and couldn't even refuse!

I helped my mother, who was walking weakly and unsteadily, out of the private room. She said goodbye to them, and after walking
a few steps, I could faintly hear whispers of "What a pity~" coming from inside. These
despicable beasts! Why did I ever try to change my mother for you? All my hard work has been for nothing, and now that
she's you can sexually harass the woman I love most...

It was late when we came out, so we hailed a taxi. My mother, drunk, had
fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder. The driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror and jokingly said,

"Hey~ young man~ you got this girl drunk so you could take her away and do bad things?"

"A lot of young people think they can do this without being caught, be careful!"

His gaze swept over my mother's entire body. I coldly said, "Don't talk nonsense, this is my mother!"

The driver laughed, saying I was lying ridiculously, but what he said suddenly stirred a
impulse ! Yes! "Let's take a gamble. If I do anything, my mother, in her drunken state, might
not even know. Only I can enjoy her body!"

After making up my mind, I tested my mother when we got home. I woke her up in the car, and she swayed
as I helped her to the sofa in the house. I felt that my mother was conscious, but not very clear-headed. I didn't dare
to rush things . I asked my mother, "Mom, you smell really drunk. Do you want to take a shower and go to bed?"

She smiled faintly, her eyes a little dazed, and said yes. Then she tried to get up, but immediately
fell back down. Seeing this, I quickly said to my mother, "Mom! I'll shower with you today. You're so drunk, it's dangerous to slip in
the bathroom !"

My mother said weakly, "Shower... together? No... that's not good... you're an adult..."

I said, "I'm your mother, what's wrong with that! Just consider it a way for me to show my filial piety?"

My mother was also drunk, and she didn't object as I helped her into the bathroom. Along the way, my mother kept muttering that I was very
filial , but she didn't know what was about to happen.

After entering the bathroom and closing the door, I had my mother hold onto the doorframe with both hands and stand swaying with her back to the bathroom. I
quickly stripped off all my clothes, squatted down, and turned on the tap. I told my mother I was done undressing and was going to
start washing, and then deliberately splashed water on her genitals, which she was holding behind her back. My mother cried out, "Ah!" and seemed
to sober up a little, turning her head slowly and saying, "Wet...wet...my pants...it's so uncomfortable."

My mother wasn't wearing any pants; she was referring to her underwear! I said, "Then hurry up and take off your pants first."
My mother shook her head and gave a faint smile, saying,

"Teacher...didn't I teach you...to take off your socks first?" I said, "What difference
does it make if

we're taking a shower? What order is there?" My mother said, confused, "Yeah! Right!" Then she turned her head away and started to take off her clothes. I wasn't idle either. I was holding a
thin sheet of soap and rubbing it, letting the soapy water flow down to my mother's feet. Soon, her thigh-high stockings covered
her feet, and her soles were wet. My mother slowly lifted her left foot and
reached under her dress, struggling to pull off her black underwear. At this moment, I slowly moved closer to my mother from behind. As she slowly lowered her foot, I aimed
and placed the soap where my mother's left foot was about to step. Suddenly, ah! A short cry
escaped my mother, and she fell backward onto her buttocks. I quickly moved to where she had fallen, my hands reaching for her snow-white buttocks to catch her.
Just as my hands touched her beautiful buttocks, I laughed to myself, "Haha~ Even if I'm going to rape my mother, I can't
let her hate me! Be careful, let's just pretend it's an accident!"

I didn't use too much force when I caught her. On one hand, I didn't want her to actually support me; on the other
hand, I could use my hands to adjust the position of her vulva. My penis had been swollen
for a long time because of my mother's clothes. Then, after aligning it, I used my hands to gently pry open her buttocks. Her labia parted slightly from the stretching, and
I suddenly released! *Smack!* A loud slap echoed in the bathroom. My erect penis, due to my mother's weight
and the downward pull, forcefully squeezed into and opened that secret passage that hadn't been used for about 20 years. The tightness was
completely restored to that of a virgin, tightly enveloping me with her hot body temperature. Oh my god! So tight, so hot, so comfortable!

My mother groaned in pain for a long time, the sound unclear whether it was from the impact of the fall or from the forceful penetration of her vagina by a penis as hard as
an iron rod . Then, startled, she
seemed to sober up a little. She felt something hot and hard piercing her body. Suddenly, she stiffened, saying in
a dazed and anxious voice,

"Son...you...you mustn't move..."

"I need to get up quickly...quickly..."

she said, and then, using her hands to support herself on the floor, she shakily stood up. Just as I saw my penis slowly being
pulled out of her labia, section by section, and just as I was about to see the glans, I deliberately twisted my hips
, letting the glans scrape along the vaginal wall. "Ugh!" she cried out, and her legs went weak, causing her to fall again.
Sitting on me, my penis plunged in completely again. As I thrust in tightly, my mother
let out a soft "Ah... um..." and trembled slightly as she said, "No... this... I'll make a mistake... um... hmph..."

Seeing that the time was right, I pushed my mother forward with both hands. She knelt on the wet floor, her thigh
- high stockings soaked through. I pulled her red dress up to her waist, lifting her buttocks. I
said, "Mother... ah... you're stimulating me like this... I can't take it! I can't control myself!" and began
a vigorous piston-like motion, thrusting in and out forcefully!

My mother, bewildered, tried to stop me, saying, "No...mother and son can't...ah..."

"Let me go...um...don't be impulsive...don't...don't let your head cloud your judgment...ah...ah...ah..."

Perhaps because she was a teacher, her moral compass was stronger than most. My mother reached out and
opened , then began crawling forward on her knees, trying to escape the son's penis that was constantly violating her from behind. I was truly
grateful for that can of Whisky; it had really helped me a lot. My mother didn't have much strength to move forward quickly. I
chased after her, thrusting all the way, not letting my penis have a chance to leave that already wet and slippery honey hole; it was almost stuck to
the cervix! The sound of slapping moved from the bathroom to the living room!

My mother was panting heavily, her soft moans filling the air. She finally managed to climb onto the living room sofa.
I forcefully turned her around to face me. Her eyes were filled with lust, her expression one of arousal. She murmured,
"No, you can't," and lightly punched my chest twice in a defiant gesture. I think her
long-awaited sexual desire had taken over her mind. I grabbed her plump thighs and began
thrusting in and out, then kissed her on the lips. She didn't even have the strength to struggle or close her mouth. My tongue roamed inside her
mouth, passively responding to my sucking and licking. I never knew my mother's saliva was so
sweet!

My mother no longer uttered any sounds of refusal. The intense movements
amplified the effects of the high concentration of alcohol in her brain. Then, amidst moans and slapping sounds, we continued to mate for over 20 minutes. My mother
, her face flushed and dazed, lost track of how many orgasms she experienced from the forceful contractions of her body. All I knew was that her head was tilted back,
her hands gripping mine, and her legs were already wrapped around my buttocks. I increased the speed of my thrusts, then reached my right hand behind
my mother 's waist, supporting her as I held her waist. Suddenly, a surge of pleasure
erupted, and a tremendous pressure gushed out from my glans. I thrust forward forcefully, while my hand holding her waist pulled back forcefully, pressing against my mother's uterus,
transmitting ! My mother, overwhelmed by the intense heat, let out a series

of moans: "Ugh...mmm..."

"Hmm...ah...mmm..."

Her breaths, a mixture of excitement and annoyance, were indistinguishable. She pushed me away slightly with both hands. My
ejaculation continued for a long time, as if I were emptying myself completely, trying to force it into the place where my mother gave birth to me.
The earlier jealousy, possessiveness, and the provocative nature of my mother's clothing prolonged the ejaculation
, lasting for two or three minutes. Only afterward did I slowly release my mother, watching my thick, white
semen drip from her labia—so satisfying!

My mother lay on the sofa, making soft humming noises for a few minutes before falling into a deep sleep. I roused myself and began
to restore order! I put all the water stains on the living room floor and the furniture that had been pulled off during the move back in their
original positions . Finally, I carried my mother to her bed in her room. I saw that her genitals were overflowing
with my semen, and it looked like it was about to drip out. I quickly lifted her legs before it dripped onto the blanket, allowing the semen that was about to flow
out to flow back into her uterus.
I deliberately scraped the semen from her vagina with my fingers, like spreading cream with a spoon. After more than ten minutes, when no more semen was flowing out, I
lowered her soft, wet feet, covered her with the blanket, and went back to my room to sleep.

That night, I felt so satisfied. Indeed, a crisis can be an opportunity, and I can make good
use of . But I had to pray that things would go smoothly from there! The next day, I slept until noon. When I got up,
I wondered why my mother hadn't woken me; I'd slept in a bit late. When I left my room, I saw my mother had changed into a gray cotton
jumpsuit, revealing her long, fair legs. She was sitting at the dining table with her legs crossed, looking a little dazed. I poured
her a glass of water and ran to get it for her. I quickly asked, "Hungry?" My mother saw me and
stared at me coldly without saying a word for a few minutes. I gave a wry smile and then asked, "What's wrong
? Why are you glaring at me?" My mother hesitated, took a sip of water, and then said calmly and authoritatively,

"I have something to ask you!"

I replied casually, "Go ahead and ask!"

My mother said, "Yesterday I...was I drunk?"

I said, "Yes, very drunk!" Those students had bad intentions! "

My mother asked, 'Did we take a taxi back later?'

I said, 'Yes, you were asleep in the car, and I had to help you in.'

My mother asked, 'Then, did you go to take a shower?'

I said, 'Yes, I saw you couldn't stand steadily, so I helped you into the bathroom.'

My mother asked, 'And what were you doing then?'

I said, 'I was putting hot water on your back, and then you lost your balance and slipped while taking off your clothes.'

My mother paused, a little nervously, and asked, 'Slipped, and then what?'

I smiled and replied, 'I rushed over to check on you and found you were fast asleep. I saw the bathroom was very damp, so
I quickly carried you into the room to rest. '" "

Is that so? Is that really so? We didn't?"

I said, "What else could it be? What do you want to confirm, Mother?"

My mother, with her hand on her forehead and her eyes closed, replied, "It seems quite different from my memory and impression?"

I said, "Then what is your impression? Did we do anything?"

My mother stammered, "Well... um... nothing... nothing!"

Seeing this, I added, "Hmm, could you have been too drunk? Did you have a dream?"

My mother said, "But that feeling was so real, such a terrible nightmare!"

I handed my mother a glass of water and said,

"Have some water, it's good that you're alright now that you're awake!"

"But I want to know what kind of nightmare it was, because I feel really uncomfortable being questioned like this, and I feel I
need to know."

My mother didn't really want to talk about it, and later I got a little impatient and said...

"I went to your party yesterday and quietly protected you. I rushed you home when you got drunk,
but when I woke up, I was coldly questioned because of this strange dream. If I hadn't gone with you yesterday,
your nightmare might have been the one that happened to you!"

Seeing this, my mother quickly comforted me, "Okay, okay! I'll tell you! But don't overthink it!"

"Yesterday, I dreamt that after I got drunk, while taking a shower... I started... started with you..."

I asked doubtfully, "With me?"

My mother lowered her voice and blushed, "We... we had... a relationship!"

I laughed and said, "Looks like I'm not the one who's thinking about people. I want to ask you, if that really happened,
why were you still wearing everything except the clothes you took off?"

My mother hurriedly replied, "You didn't take off my clothes in the dream!! Besides, I'm in my fertile period...!!"
After saying that , my mother widened her eyes and covered her mouth!

So I calmly asked, "So you think it was real?"

My mother's eyes drifted away, and she said, "It must be a dream! It must be a dream, and it can only be a dream..."

Seeing my mother wavering, I quickly changed the subject, saying,

"Even if the truth comes out, there's no need for us to stay stuck here because of this nightmare!"

"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it?" Then my mother stood up, and I said, "Wow! Mom! You look so beautiful
today . Sit down and let me take a picture with my phone. Seeing a pretty photo will help you stop
being so immersed in the nightmare, right?"

My mother perked up and smiled, saying, "Okay~ It's time to get rid of the gloom~" Then I led my mother
to the flower chair, helped her put on her high heels, and after choosing a good angle, I pressed the shutter...

Looking at the photos on my phone, I turned away from my mother and
whispered in a voice only I could hear, "Could this nightmare ever happen again...?"

My High School Teacher Mother's Nightmare (Part Two)

After that passionate night, I developed a strong attachment to my mother's body and longed to completely possess
her affections. That incident, however, remained an unresolved question for my mother, quietly settling in her
heart...; Despite everything that had happened, life had to go on. My mother still dressed provocatively
for her classes, earning the nickname "Spicy English Teacher." I returned to university and focused
on my studies to prevent my somewhat morbid Oedipus complex from escalating, lest I impulsively do something wrong. During
this period, I also needed to help my mother gradually forget that nightmare. Only after her doubts about me slowly disappeared would I have
a chance!

A day or two later, my mother and I resumed our habit of talking, communicating, and getting to know each other's lives during dinner.
This allowed me to keep track of my mother's work and, incidentally, find out if the ringleader of that bad student was still
trying to take of her. However, she noticed that I seemed to dislike that student. One time, my mother asked me, "
Why do you seem so averse to that kid? After I changed my appearance, he became well-behaved and attended classes diligently.
Wasn't what you suggested in the first place?"

I said, "Mom, you can say I'm overthinking it, but that kid just seems weird!"

"Last time we went to karaoke—didn't you notice he deliberately touched your body?"

My mother said, "There's bound to be some physical contact when dancing—you're being too sensitive!"

I said, "I'm not just talking about dancing. What was with that bottle of Whisky? You
almost . I bet he learned those steps from somewhere."

My mother said, "They did go too far with the drinks, but isn't it normal to be a little high-spirited during a celebration?"

"So that's why I drank so much. It's probably been so long since I've been completely drunk, no wonder... I had so many nightmares
..."

After saying that, my mother gave me a strange look again. Oh no! I originally wanted to give that
student to distract my mother from him, but I'd only made
things worse, reminding her of that night. I quickly said, "Yeah, you see? What if you had passed out in that karaoke room that day? Do you
think all the guys there would have been so kind as to bring you home safely?"

My mother thought for a moment and then said, "You're right! I'm so glad you were there that day!" She gave
me a cute smile. Wow! I really wanted to kiss her! But I pinched my thigh
to calm myself down and said, "Then, Mom, you need to be stricter with them from now on, so they won't dare to cause trouble,
especially the ringleader. Also, remember to tell me if that student invites you in the future!"

My mother said, "Okay! Then I'll leave Mom to you, son, to protect me~ Hehe!"

Later, I learned that my mother had indeed changed her easygoing way of communicating. One day, my mother told me in a lighthearted conversation that she was
now being called a "proud female teacher"! But she also said that the ringleader male student seemed to have started acting up again
, causing trouble every few days, and even arguing with my mother!

I thought to myself, "I guess boys this age all use this method to attract the attention of girls they like." I was somewhat
relieved that because of the argument in class, the teacher-student relationship between my mother and him had started to crack. But I didn't
expect that my suggestion for my mother to change her attitude would instead arouse that boy's desire to conquer my mother...

A day or two later, my mother came home looking upset. When I opened the door for her, I noticed she was wearing a fitted black
shirt , a light brown skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels. She didn't even take off her heels after coming in.
She immediately went to the computer desk, put one leg of her flesh-colored stockinged thigh on the desk, put her hands in front of her chest, and quickly went behind
her to ask what was wrong. After taking a deep breath, my mother told me, "Today... I
had a big argument with that ringleader in class. I told him that his grades were bad and that he would never amount to anything. He felt that I looked down on him and yelled at me, demanding that
I apologize to him!"

"I believe what I said was true, but I only used reverse psychology for his own good!"

"Then he pretended to throw something at me. Later, he angrily asked me in front of the whole class if I wanted
to make a bet. He said that if he scored above my target score on the English exam in a few days, I would have to apologize to him
and promise him something."

"Because he was so rude, I got angry and blurted out that I would agree to the bet..."

Damn it, that student found out. My mother is quite competitive, so I quickly said, "Um, be careful,
don't make that bet, I don't think it's a good idea!"

My mother said helplessly, "I had no choice, I said it in front of the whole class. What if I go back on my word? How am I
supposed to teach students after that?"

My mother said again, "I know you're worried about me, but don't worry, I absolutely
won't agree to any outrageous requests. I'll also discuss the details of any agreement with you first, okay?"

Hearing that I could participate in the discussion and oversee things, I felt much more at ease, knowing that any evil intentions could be prevented from succeeding!

A few days later, the exams ended, and the boy who led the charge did indeed achieve the score my mother wanted. However, I was
convinced he had cheated, but I had no evidence. My mother felt that he could be a good student if he put his mind to it,
so she was very happy and her opinion of him improved! Sigh... It seems like teachers in Taiwan
judge people solely by their grades… Then my mother told me, “That student’s only request was for me to
tutor him after school! He seems quite motivated!”

I said, “Really? Just that simple?”

My mother said, “Yes, I was worried you’d worry, so I’m thinking of tutoring him at our home. Is that okay?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “Okay! Sure! Remember to tell him your son will be home too!”

My mother smiled and said, “Of course! I’ll definitely tell him your protector will be there too!”

Protector? Haha, that’s a great title. It seems my status in my mother’s eyes has risen. I happily
agreed to my mother’s promise to tell him what to do! Just to be on the safe side, I casually asked my mother if the student had done anything else strange.
My mother thought for a moment and said, “Nothing in my class… um… but… it seems he
lost some kind of medicine when he was dissecting a frog in biology class. Only the biology teacher said that!” I thought that was alright,
since it wasn’t in my mother’s class, so I let it go!

It's been a month since I had sex with my mother that night! She seems to be living
a normal , without any signs of panic. I guess her period was normal last month, so I didn't let her
get pregnant. I feel a little regretful, but also relieved. If she had gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have been able to explain
what happened that night, and I would definitely have been kicked out of the house!

Thinking about this, I suddenly realized that today is also the day my mother had her tutoring appointment with that bad student. However, my university
class ended late due to some reason. But since my mother told that guy I would be home, I think it should
be okay!

I got home an hour later than usual. I saw a pair of sneakers and my mother's
high heels , so I assumed they were home already. I unlocked the door and found it was locked with three locks,
as the third lock was harder to open; usually, only two locks are used. I had a bad feeling and
frantically tried to unlock it, but haste makes waste. I even dropped the key once while trying to open it. Then, I opened
the door...

and there it was—a tall, naked boy thrusting his lower body into something. That's right! He
was the student in charge, his back to me, his left hand on her snow-white buttocks beneath her pink striped miniskirt, which had been lifted up,
and his right hand holding a DV camera. His mother, with her eyes closed as if asleep, was kneeling on the living room sofa, making no
sound. Her upper body was still clothed, but her buttocks were raised high, and her underwear and black polka-dot stockings had been
pulled down to her thighs. She was being thrust into by him in a doggy-style position, making crisp slapping sounds. Perhaps
hearing the door open, the student turned his head and nervously glanced at me, sweating profusely. Upon seeing me, he suddenly increased the speed of his thrusting,
almost letting out an "Ah~"!

I knew exactly what he was up to, so I sped up and punched him
hard in the face, knocking him to the ground. As he fell, the DV camera landed on the sofa, and his penis was
spraying semen. I quickly turned to look at my mother's vulva, which was turned to the side. I saw a little bit
of white fluid dripping from the opening between her labia, while most of it was spraying onto the moist pink flesh on either side.
Enraged, I yelled at him, "Get out!!!"

The boy, feeling guilty, ignored the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes and... I grabbed my clothes, forgetting even the DV camera
, and ran out the door. I quickly closed the door and rushed to my unconscious, kneeling mother. I cleaned her
violated genitals, my voice filled with anger and anxiety. "Damn it, today is Mother's fertile period!" "
That beast's filthy semen got there first! No!! Mother can only have my child!"

I quickly turned off the DV camera, then used toilet paper wrapped around my finger to probe inside my mother's vagina. Thank goodness,
the amount of foul-smelling, white, cloudy fluid I managed to extract was only a tiny bit!

But I couldn't be careless; even a small amount of that stuff could combine with my mother's tempting egg
! I knew I had to do something. As I dug and probed, my mother kept gushing out fluid and started making moaning
sounds, probably about to wake up. The sight was arousing me too, but if she saw this, her personality
would definitely collapse. I anxiously looked around, and suddenly, I noticed a piece of cloth on the sofa. I went over and picked
it up, but when I brought it quite a distance from my nose, a pungent smell made me
dizzy !

I thought for a moment—wasn't that the smell of ether used for anesthesia? Could it be? My mother said that the boy lost the anesthetic he used during his frog dissection in
biology class—he was going to use it here! Damn it! I was so careless!!

My mother suddenly started moaning, as if she was about to wake up! In a panic, I grabbed the cloth and
pressed it against my mother's face. She inhaled it and fell unconscious again! Sigh… there was no other way! Just to be safe! I had to make sure my
sperm fertilized my mother first! Then, I took off my pants, my huge penis erect, and
walked towards my mother's pert vulva…

"Sizzle!" With a "whoosh," the head of my penis slid in, the urethral opening pressing against the cervix. I tried to gently poke,
imagining images of my mother's usual sexy attire, trying to get my secretions flowing quickly. My mother
's lifeless, unresponsive state prevented me from getting too excited. Suddenly, I remembered a time when my mother wore a
snow-white suit and stockings—a white angel look! Ah, yes, I was having sex with such a beautiful, hot teacher mom!

This image suddenly aroused me; my penis seemed to become harder and larger. It was amazing!
I felt the urethral opening gush a little saliva. After a few more thrusts, confirming that my secretions had
combined with her bodily fluids inside her uterus, I began to thrust forcefully back and forth. My mother's wet, tight vagina, hot and enveloping my
penis, that swallowing sensation was truly wonderful. Her vagina squeezed my shaft, as if trying to
force out my essence!

The slapping sounds were very pleasant, but I didn't know how effective the medicine on the cloth was, fearing my mother might wake up again.
That stuff isn't good for her health if she inhales too much, so we can't use it anymore! Anyway, my only goal is to ejaculate
inside . In the midst of the tension, after thrusting for 10 minutes, I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure!!

I grabbed my mother's waist and pulled her back. Perhaps due to psychological factors, I ejaculated a larger
amount of thick, fishy-smelling semen than usual, forcefully thrusting into my mother's uterus. The dispersed semen must have been working hard to find
my mother's egg and invade it. I continued ejaculating for several minutes, thinking to myself, there are now two men
's sperm inside my mother. The depth and quantity I ejaculated were much greater than that guy's. I only lost because I ejaculated
half an hour later. My hope for getting my mother pregnant is much higher...

After ejaculating, I quickly wiped the semen dripping from my mother's labia clean, because this time there was someone else's stuff, and
I didn't want to use my fingers to get the external fluid back into my mother's body! On the other hand, my mother won't
suspect anything because of the semen on her
underwear when she wakes up . I don't know how to tell her about this yet, and I don't want to for the time being. I want to buy some time to think about how to calm things down. Otherwise, my mother will definitely break down. Also
, a wicked thought popped into my head: if my mother is pregnant, then what she knows is not that I conceived the child...

After I dressed my mother, I carried her to her room to rest. I quickly cleaned up the dirty
things in the living room and the DV camera. Because the camera had fallen on the sofa, the impact was quite minor, so it was still working. I
quickly turned it on to see what it was recording. The video started from when my mother had already let her into the house.
My mother asked him, "Why did you bring a camera today?" and gestured for him to sit on the chair in the living room.

The student said, "Oh, because it's rare to have after-school tutoring! I want to record the content so I can
review it "

The mother said, "Then just bring a voice recorder—why bring such a big one?"

The student said, "My family took my voice recorder! This is all I have left!"

"Oh dear—what does it matter if it's a teacher? The teacher is so pretty, I'll watch it more carefully if I have the video!"

The mother smiled and said, "Okay, okay—don't film me randomly!"

Then the student asked, "Hmm—didn't the teacher say your son was home?"

The mother blurted out, "Oh—I just called him—he hasn't come back yet! He's probably almost out of class?"

Seeing this, I secretly cursed the mother for being stupid. Why didn't she just say I was sleeping in my room?!

Then the student said with a slightly laughing tone, "Oh!! Got it!!"

Later in the video, the mother stood up and walked towards the kitchen, presumably to get a glass of water for the student. The DV
camera was then placed on the table, and the sound of a zipper being pulled could be heard. A minute later, the mother reappeared, indeed holding a glass of water.
After putting it down, she took out her textbook and began explaining. Then the male student walked behind the mother, standing to
her left rear. I saw he had something in his hand—yes, it was the cloth stained with ether. Suddenly,
he reached out with his left hand and forcefully covered the mother's mouth and nose from her left rear. In a moment of panic,
I gasped for breath and instantly lost consciousness. Then I saw the student stuff a cloth into his pocket, grab and knead
his mother's breasts through her clothes from behind, and lick her delicate white neck. He then forcefully pulled her up from the chair, and the two
disappeared from the frame. I think he probably pulled his mother onto the sofa, but I could hear the student
's smug, victorious laughter, recorded on camera, saying, "Haha, what a lucky day!"

Three minutes later, I saw the DV camera moved. After a shake, the screen showed her legs spread wide
, her underwear and stockings removed. The mother was sitting on his lap, and because he was holding a camera, the camera
panned to her face. Suddenly, the student kissed her on the lips and began to suck and lick. Because the mother
was unconscious and her mouth was closed, he used his left hand to support her chin and pressed his fingers against her cheeks.
The pressure opened a small opening in her mouth, and the boy's tongue went deep inside, making a "slurp-
slurp " sound. After the kiss, the student said, "Ah~ so delicious~ this mature woman tastes amazing."
My hands clenched tightly, and I continued watching. There was another jolt, and I saw him open... He started stroking his
somewhat dirty-looking penis, saying, "Great~ ya~ I can lose my virginity today~" "To be with such a beautiful
woman~ plus she's a teacher, usually so arrogant, those silk-stockinged legs~ ahh~ I'm going to fuck you hard! I'll
tear your pussy apart!"

Then, with her left hand, she spread her mother's pink labia apart, revealing a small
black hole . I saw him kneeling forward, pressing the head of his penis against the entrance. With a laugh, the screen swayed forward
, and I heard him continue to say, "Ah... God~ so good~ so this is what fucking a woman feels like~"

"Doesn't the teacher have a very old son? How come she's still so tight... God!"

"Ugh~ ugh~! That was close! I almost ejaculated prematurely, only a little bit came out~ that was close!! I haven't had enough yet
!"

I was shocked. Could it be that what he ejaculated wasn't just what I cleaned up? A small part had already entered
my mother's body? The video continued to play, and from the swaying screen, I could tell he was thrusting very hard! Then came a
panting voice, "Oh~ That's great! We need to hurry and try some other exciting positions, or her

son

will be in trouble when he gets back!" Then the DV camera was placed on the sofa, and the mother was flipped over, into the doggy-style position I
saw . She was taking the camera back, saying, "Wow~ That's great! This position makes her hole even tighter~"

"Great~ With this video in hand, I can definitely force my teacher to have sex with me again!"

"My teacher is so arrogant, only this way can I subdue her, hahaha!"

Damn it, has this beast watched too many porn movies? I also felt relieved that I even got hold of the camera!
Suddenly ! The video showed a door opening, and a student exclaiming, "Oh no, oh no! Hurry up!"

"Quickly ejaculate! Otherwise, you'll miss your chance!"

Then, a minute later, the screen shook violently, and someone fell down—that was the scene where I rushed in
and beat them up. I turned off the DV camera, lay back in my chair, and felt extremely depressed. On one hand, I
didn't know whether to tell my mother about this, and on the other hand, I knew that besides mine
, there was another person's sperm inside her, competing to see who would become the mother's
child . Thinking about this, my uncooperative penis became erect due to
the stark contrast between the two—the bad student seducing the proud and beautiful female teacher in pantyhose—and the sensory stimulation. I gasped! I slowly climbed into my bed and
tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep…

The next morning, I was woken up at five o'clock by urgent knocking on my door. My mother had already changed into casual
home clothes. She pulled me out of bed and led me to the living room. Looking a little nervous, she asked, "What happened to me yesterday?
Weren't I tutoring a student? Why were you already asleep in your room when you woke up?"

I said, "Do you really want to know? Then you might need to listen calmly..."

My mother urged, "Tell me quickly!"

I said, "I came home late yesterday! When I opened the door, I saw that student holding a piece of cloth, and Mom... you
seemed to have been knocked unconscious!"

My mother anxiously and somewhat out of control said, "Yes, I felt dizzy! I woke up just half an hour
ago ... So... what did he do to me?!??? Tell me!!!"

I calmly said, "He didn't do anything. I rushed over and punched him, then told him to get out!"

My mother gasped and said, "Phew... that was close! It's so good to have you here!

" With a furious glint in her eyes, she said, "That's outrageous! How could he play such a prank on me? I'm definitely going to contact his
parents!"

I said, "This goes beyond a prank, doesn't it?"

My mother suddenly came to her senses and said, "You hit him too... I'm worried that his family might ask you to go to the hospital for a medical examination,
which could give you a criminal record for assault. I'm very worried!"

I said coldly, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of them. I have ways to deal with them. Mom, don't worry about me!"

Then I gently said to my mother, "Don't worry, I'm here. I'm an adult now. I can take care of myself
and be someone you can rely on. I'll take care of you, Mom!"

After saying that, I reached out my right hand to hold my mother's soft left hand. She seemed a little shy and said,
"Hmm... having you here, son... is really good... I feel so safe!!"

I said, "Hmm... if that student really does anything, then hand it over to me... I'll handle it!!"

My mother said okay!

That day, the mother wore her usual stiff clothes to class. When she got home, she told me helplessly
that the student had skipped class all day. She said she had called the student's parents, but they
scolded her, asking why she came back from after-school tutoring with her face on the ground. The mother told them about the prank of being
drugged , but they were evasive and said something about the DV camera being stolen. They said the student had
to go to the hospital for a medical examination and they were preparing to sue the person who stole the DV camera and the person who assaulted her for tampering and assault!

After hearing this, my anger flared up, and I cursed what kind of monster parents they were! Believing everything their son said? And
it seemed like they had a legal expert guiding them!

Because my mother didn't know what had actually happened, she asked if I had snatched the other person's DV camera. I said
he had forgotten it, and I hadn't snatched it. Then my mother asked, "I want to see what's on the DV camera!"

I was startled, realizing I hadn't deleted or backed up the video. If my mother saw it, she
would definitely lose control. I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go get it. But since it belongs to someone else, I locked it up.
Wait a minute! While I'm getting it, you should take a shower and wash away this bad luck!
You can watch it when you come out."

My mother agreed to my suggestion and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Immediately after entering the room, I quickly took out the memory card, backed it up first, and then
edited the video from the DV hard drive. After the video showed my mother being drugged, the screen shook for a moment, then I heard myself yelling and cursing, and it ended. Because I
was in a rush, I couldn't do it very carefully. After working on it for 20 minutes, I tested it and felt there were no problems, so I
went to the living room to wait for my mother to come out of the bathroom. After she finished showering, she simply put on a bathrobe, her body
smelling strongly of shower gel, and walked quickly out. After she sat down, I started playing the video on the DV camera. The video was less than 1 minute long
. Two minutes. The screen was so small I figured I couldn't see any details clearly. After watching, my mother seemed relieved
but also a little confused. "That's it?"

I said, "Yes!"

My mother asked suspiciously, "I think I just saw something flesh-colored moving in front of the screen? Did someone fall down
?"

I said, "That's my arm that I used to punch people! Because it was moving, it looked flesh-colored in the video!"

My mother said, "I feel like it looks like a person."

I said, "Mom, why are you so suspicious? Don't you believe me in this situation?"

My mother paused for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said, "No... it's just that I've been feeling weird lately... I feel like it
's not quite like this, but Mommy believes you! Don't be upset!"

I said, a little annoyed, that I was going to sleep. My mother didn't stop me. After getting to my room, I breathed
a sigh of relief, thinking how close I came to being caught!

The next morning, I told my mother that I was going to return the DV camera and deal with the matter with that student. My mother asked if I
wanted her to come along, and I told her it was better not to get involved, since she is a teacher. But I also noticed that my mother started
wearing her stiff clothes again!

Later, I asked my mother for the parent's phone number, dialed it, and arranged a time to go to the student's house. The other person's
tone on the phone wasn't very friendly. When I arrived and went in, I was a little dumbfounded by the scene of people lined up in a row: that beast, his
parents, and three relatives. One of the relatives looked somewhat educated; I guess he was the one who knew about the law
?

After I sat down, his parents started hurling insults at me, accusing me of beating their son and showing me
a medical report. Besides the one who seemed knowledgeable, the other two were also mocking and egging me on. I remained silent
. Then, that beast arrogantly approached me, demanding the return of the DV camera. Finally, it was my turn. I slowly
took out and said, very angrily, "What are you so arrogant about, you beast?"

The knowledgeable one said, "Sir, I have a recording. This can be used to sue you for defamation."

I said, "You can sue me for trespassing, assault, or insult—whatever! But I can also sue this beast here
!"

They exchanged glances. The beast's mother said, "Show us the evidence!"

I remained silent, put the backup video from my computer back into the disc on the machine, and started
playing the video directly on the DV camera, turning the volume up to the maximum so they could clearly see what was on it! After the ten-minute
video finished playing, five out of the six people present looked at each other in bewilderment, then turned to look at the ashen-faced beast.
Seeing this, I guessed that the beast hadn't told them about the video. At this moment, the beast's mother, unable to swallow
her pride, suddenly retorted, "Then your mother is the problem! She always dresses so seductively, she must be the one seducing you!"
"It's my son's, otherwise why would I have arranged for tutoring at your house!"

"If she has our family's offspring, that would be her blessing!"

Sure enough, like mother, like son, but only his mother was refuting me; everyone else
was silent . I coldly said, "No matter what, it's a fact that your son raped my mother. It's because of rotten
parents like you that society produces such beasts!"

What pained me even more was that the sperm and genes of this worthless family's beast had now entered my beautiful
mother's body, and might even be budding. Thinking about this, I angrily told his mother to shut up! Seeing this,
the situation reversed somewhat. The knowledgeable gentleman gestured to the other two relatives to take the beast and his mother
into the room, leaving the beast's father, me, and the gentleman. I saw the father looked very ashamed.
Then the other person spoke up, "Should we try to reconcile first? This kind of thing shouldn't be blown out of proportion..."

I said, "I don't want to reconcile..."

The gentleman said, "Then what are your demands? Money? Name an amount? Or..."

I was very annoyed after hearing this. Damn it! Money? Does he think my mother is a sex worker?

I said, "Not everything in this world can be solved with money... I have one request: I
need to see this beast transfer schools within three days and never appear in front of my mother again. We'll talk about the rest later..."

Then I deleted the files from the DV and placed it on the table, indicating that I had a backup of the video. Without
looking back slammed the door and left. As I closed the door, I heard the knowledgeable man say, "Oh no~ things that can
be solved with money are minor issues; things that can't be solved with money are major issues..."

I felt a little relieved. I could finally get rid of that big fly buzzing around my mother,
although the price was a bit high. Next, I needed to deal with my mother's uterus. The situation inside...

Three days later, my mother came home and said that the student had transferred schools and the whole family had moved out overnight. I was very
glad that they had done so. I told my mother that I had taken care of everything, and that the student knew he was wrong, so
he transferred schools on his own. After that, my mother went to work wearing a sexy short skirt and stockings again. Without that
beast , she seemed much more relaxed. After this incident, my mother is now quite wary of strangers, but
she is closer to me. She probably feels that only family is reliable. I also treat my mother
even better and help her with whatever I can. I want her to rely on me more, and after a while... I noticed my mother seemed increasingly
concerned about me and wanted to know everything about me. So, I decided to test her. I mentioned I was planning to start dating
a girl and take her out this weekend. My mother suddenly seemed a little jealous and said, "Oh, is she a college classmate
? Why didn't you tell me first?" "College girls are so delicate these days! Don't make a decision so quickly!"

I laughed and said, "Mom! Why are you talking badly about her before you've even met her? That's not like you, Mom."

"You always comment after you've met her!"

My mother said a little embarrassed. "No...no...I'm just reminding you, not criticizing her. Anyway, as long as you
like her, that's fine—don't worry about my opinion!"

I said. "How could I not care about your opinion? You're the most important woman in my life!"

My mother blushed and said, "Oh dear, don't be like that! You're leaving me alone for the weekend to have fun, what's that important
?"

"Hmph! I can manage on my own at home anyway!"

She stuck out her tongue and went into her room. Wow! Was that flirting? Furthermore, there was a hint of jealousy in my mother's words, as if
something had been taken away from her! And it was quite obvious! I thought this was an opportunity!

Then, on Saturday morning, while having breakfast, I suddenly said to my mother, "Mom! I'm
taking you !"

My mother's eyes widened as she asked me, "Huh? Didn't you have a date?"

I said, "No, I'm not going to that date anymore. Anyway, she's not my girlfriend yet, and this girlfriend is more important!"

My mother smiled and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your mother! Are you still half asleep?" She flicked
my forehead with her finger!

I said, "No, don't you remember? When I took you to the department store to try on clothes, you said yourself that
this girlfriend of yours would be hard to get! Don't you remember? You said it yourself!?"

My mother thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hmm, I think so. But that was a joke..."

I interrupted, "So, this girlfriend, would you like to go out with me? I've prepared a full-on girlfriend-pursuit
meal to woo this girlfriend today!" and held out my palm as if asking her to put her hand on mine!

My mother laughed and said, "I can't stand you! What kind of girlfriend are you pursuing? It's more like you're trying to please your mother! Why are

you suddenly being so nice to me?!"

"Well, give me some time to get ready later, okay? It's so sudden!" She then put her hand in
mine .

I happily agreed. After breakfast, my mother quickly went to her room to change. Half an hour later, she came out of her room and
walked into the living room. My eyes lit up. Today, my mother had her hair up in a bun, wearing a dark blue
off-shoulder fitted cotton long-sleeved top, a white short skirt, and black stockings. She looked very sexy
and elegant. My mother asked, "Do I look good?" Of course, I said yes. Then we started our day's itinerary. We drove to
a shopping center with a movie theater, restaurants, and department stores. We queued up to watch a romantic movie. The
movie was a bit long, and before we knew it, almost three hours had passed. After it ended, I took my mother to a Japanese restaurant
for lunch and we discussed the plot. My mother said,

"It's been so long since I've seen a movie!"

"This movie was pretty good!"

I said. "What's wrong? You seem quite moved?"

My mother said. "Yeah! It's been so long since I felt like I was in love. The movie stirred up some feelings in me, and it makes
me want to be in love again."

I said. "Isn't your girlfriend on a date with me right now? In a relationship?"

My mother said. "It's different, isn't it? You're my son! I can't possibly go shopping with you with that kind of mindset today

!"

I said. "No, that's not right! I want to be with you today, because you're so important!"

"And only girlfriends get to enjoy the girlfriend's pursuit package! Right, girlfriend, hehe!"

My mother said. "Oh dear, if you keep going like this, I'm getting confused and don't even know my place anymore!"

I said. "It's okay! So many things have happened lately, so don't worry about it today. Just

relax have fun!"

My mother said. "Okay, okay, I can't argue with you. Whatever!"

"Then I'll try to change my mood today and enjoy the trip!"

After leaving the restaurant, I led my mother by the hand as we strolled around. At first, she seemed uncomfortable and tried to let go of my
hand, but I persistently took it. Eventually, she couldn't resist and just let me hold it.
Later she probably got used to it, and after breaking down that barrier, she would sometimes put her
arm around mine while we were shopping, though not often. When she did, her soft, beautiful breasts would rest against my arm
, which felt incredibly comfortable.

Time flew by, and it got late. I decided to take my mother on the Ferris wheel to enjoy the romantic
night view . When I told her, she excitedly exclaimed like a little girl, "Really? Is it okay? It sounds
so romantic!"

"This feels like a date! It's been so many years since I've felt like this!"

It seemed my mother had subconsciously come to see this as a date, not just shopping with her son. All that remained
was to confirm our relationship. After we got on the Ferris wheel, I said, "Hmm~ So happy~?"

My mother said, "Yeah~ Too bad~ It's not a real date~"

I said, "Then... try calling me your boyfriend, just pretend you've been tricked, and enjoy the
romance!"

My mother looked very confused and said, "Huh~? Don't... don't joke around, right?"

I said, "It's okay~ It's just enjoying the atmosphere~ What's the difference?"

"If we don't hurry, the Ferris wheel will be back on the ground~"

My mother said, "Hmm... um... okay... it seems pretty interesting~ Hmm~ my boyfriend~!"

As soon as my mother finished speaking, I moved closer and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her completely. My mother's
eyes widened said, "Huh~? Is that so~?" and tried to pull away a little. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Enjoy~
Just enjoy~!" After hearing that, my mother stopped struggling and rested her head on my chest, quietly watching the
night view! We stayed in that position until we reached the ground! I held my mother's hand as we walked out of the department store.
I asked her, "Was that...not bad?" "Did it bring back those old feelings?"

My mother said shyly, "Yes~ Thank you~ It's a pity we have to go home now~ Our date is over!" After she said that, I
sensed that my mother seemed a little disappointed!

I said, "Who said it's over? There's still a trip planned! We're almost checking out!"

My mother said suspiciously, "Wait a minute—you said checking out? Why do we need to check out?"

I said, "Yeah—last time I told you it was two days, Saturday and Sunday!"

And I pointed to the very famous and expensive motel next door and said,

"I've already booked the room—I've already paid—let's go!"

Seeing that my mother's high heels were firmly stuck to the floor and she wouldn't take another step, and
said to me with a serious expression and tone, "How can I go to a motel with my son!?"

I said, "Hmm? What's wrong? Oh—this is just part of the trip—don't overthink it."

"Just now—on the Ferris wheel—it was just enjoying the experience—now we're just staying at a motel."

"What's wrong? What are you worried about?"

"We're not really boyfriend and girlfriend, why are you worried about a simple mother and son staying in a hotel together?"

My mother seemed to realize she had misunderstood, and quickly blushed as she hurried towards the motel, saying,

"Haha...you're right~ it's indeed okay for a mother and son to stay in a hotel~"

Following her earlier implication, I made my mother think that our relationship was that of a boyfriend and girlfriend who had just finished shopping and were about
to have sex in a motel, which was why she hesitated. But she forgot that her true identity was just my
mother. When I pointed it out, my mother felt ashamed of her thoughts!

The motel I chose had rooms with different national themes. As soon as we entered, my mother
exclaimed in surprise, thinking how beautiful the decor was, and walked around looking at it. I asked her if she was satisfied? My mother asked me

sourly , "Why are you asking me? I'm not the girlfriend you're trying to woo. You booked this room for her,
she just didn't come today, so it's a bargain for me."

"And what are you thinking? Who takes their girlfriend to a motel after just one day of dating?"

"What kind of crazy idea is that in your head? Hmm? You want to get rid of her in one go?"

I said, "It's you I brought today, so stop talking about her."

"Such a romantic place is only suitable for a girlfriend as hard to win over as you,"

my mother said coquettishly. "Don't talk nonsense, I'm your mother!"

"This room is really pretty~ It's so nice~ It's so romantic~"

I then walked to the bed, lay down, and said to my mother, "This bed is very comfortable~ Do you want to touch it~?"

My mother put her things down, climbed onto the bed, touched the mattress, and smiled with her bright
eyes, saying, "Really~ It's so comfortable~ Motel facilities are definitely better~"

Then she lay down on her side on the bed, her body completely straight, looking so tall and slender,
which gradually ignited my desire. Seeing that my mother had her eyes closed, I slowly moved closer to her, and then I pulled her
into my arms. My mother was startled by this sudden movement and twisted around, saying to me, "What are you
doing …" "Don't do anything rash..."

I said, relaxing a little. "No, I just wanted to let you enjoy
the romance we had on the Ferris wheel!"

After hearing this, my mother gave an awkward laugh. "Oh, I see. Well, sorry! Let me snuggle up for a bit!"

I hugged my mother, who was enjoying being pampered, and then I said, "Mom, there's something I want to ask you."

My mother slowly opened her eyes, blushing slightly, and said, "Hmm, go ahead and ask."

I said, "I've been wanting to ask you... about the time you got drunk at Whisky."

My mother said, "Hmm? What happened? Why did you bring that up?"

I said, "I didn't expect you to have that kind of dream about me..."

My mother buried her head in my chest and said, "I don't know why I did that..."

"I think I've failed... I feel like I have abnormal feelings..."

I said. "So, Mother, do you still think it was a nightmare...?"

Mother said, "No, I don't think it was a nightmare anymore. I feel
safe , even in a dream."

I smiled and said, "So, Mother, did you think it was romantic today?"

Mother raised her head and looked at me with alluring eyes, saying, "Hmm... really... it felt like we were on a date again
... so romantic!"

I looked at my mother and slowly leaned closer, saying affectionately, "I just wanted to make you feel romantic! It's
all for you! Darling~"

Then suddenly, I kissed her on the lips. My mother's "No..." was abruptly cut off. We began a
passionate, uncontrollable kiss, our tongues intertwining and licking each other. My hands didn't stop, removing
my mother's upper body clothing and pulling off her black bra. I started to fondle her breasts
, kneading her erect areolas. My mother also hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt and touched my abdominal
muscles. This passion made me feel that we were simply a man and a woman, and all thoughts of
status and position had long been forgotten!

My mother moaned repeatedly as I caressed her, making sounds like "Mmm! Mmm~! Ugh~ Hmm~! Mmm~ Ugh~!"
She couldn't wait to pull up her skirt herself, revealing her black panties. She then
used both hands to pull them down to her thighs. I saw thigh-high stockings attached to the panties and wondered if she was dressed
so .

Was it intentional or unintentional? But we, already burning with lust, didn't have much
time or energy to stop. I quickly helped my mother take off her underwear, then laid her down and aimed my penis at
her open thighs, thrusting it in all the way! My mother let out a soft "Hmm...
Ah... Hmm..."

Then I placed my hands under her legs, spreading them wide, almost as if she were bending over, and
began thrusting my penis into her vagina from above. My mother completely let go, constantly moaning,

"Hmm... Ah... So good... Ah ha... Hmm... Hmm... Ah ha... Ugh! Hmm... So good...
Hmm... Ah..."

Watching my mother respond to my movements with loud moans, my lust flared, and I changed positions,
using my hands to support her slender waist, continuously thrusting like a piston. My mother powerfully waved her hands,
kneading my muscles with her fingers, and sometimes she would lift her head to watch me thrust into her lower body. After watching, she would lie
back down, her moans continuous, as if trying to make
up for all ! What a wonderful female body, not only beautiful but also incredibly thirsty!

We kept changing positions along the way, trying everything from lying on our sides to crawling on all fours, finally
settling woman-on-top. My mother's warm love juices flowed endlessly from her vulva, and I simply massaged her
buttocks. She moaned, "Ah ha~ ah ha~ good~~ so long~~ um~~ um~~ ah ha~~~"

Then, I saw her start to frown and lose control, saying, "No... I...~~~ um~~~ faster~~ faster~~
faster~~ no... um~"

"I... um... fast... ah ha... no... I can't take it anymore..."

As I thrust upwards rapidly, suddenly, my mother swayed back and forth several times and shouted, "Um...
I'm... there... ah... hmph..."

I immediately followed with, "I'm going to cum!" My mother replied absentmindedly,

"Ah... um... no... no... can't... um..."

"No... can't... inside... um... ha... um..."

"Hmph... um... hmph... it's... dangerous... um..."

After she finished speaking, I ejaculated. This time, I poured my seed into my mother from below, watching the ejaculation
again and again, my mother's body trembled with each thrust! I knew my mother wanted to try to move away, but she
was in the throes of orgasm and didn't have much strength to make any conscious movements. After I ejaculated, she lay down on me, and we
hugged each other tightly for more than 10 minutes before we were finally released from the afterglow of our orgasm. After the passion subsided, my mother
buried her head in my chest, not daring to look at me, and said,

"What should we do? We...we seem to have acted too impulsively."

I said, "It's okay...we..."

My mother hurriedly interrupted me, pushing me away and turning to lie on her side, saying, "Society
would never accept this kind of relationship..."

"Besides, I'm a teacher...I actually...with my own son..."

I said, "Mom, don't think so much. So many things have happened lately...just relax..."

My mother said calmly, "I know you mean well, you want to take me out to relax...I know that."

"But we just...really crossed the line..."

My mother, being both a mother and a teacher, was struggling with her inner conflict and moral ethics, and she was almost
defeated. I quickly and slowly placed my hand on my mother's cheek, gently stroking it with pity
. I felt my mother trembling slightly, saying, "Mom, it's okay."

My mother gently pushed my hand away and said coldly, "I...it's impossible for it to be okay."

"This reminds me of that dream...it feels like it's coming back,"

I said. "Do you still think it's a nightmare?"

My mother started to tremble, and I knew she was crying.

"I don't know...my heart is so confused...I don't know..."

Her fair body trembled with her agitation, her smooth skin quivering slightly with each tremor,
making me want to reach out and touch it. But in the current situation, such an action would only deepen her shame.
I then said, "We don't live for others, we live for ourselves...please don't care about worldly opinions!"

My mother said anxiously, "But, after what just happened...what if I'm pregnant with your child?"

I said, "Mother, your spouse field was empty before...it should be okay...no one will know it's
mine if you don't say anything..."

My mother said wearily, "Oh God...I can't imagine that my child is my own son's..."

"I really can't accept this relationship. My son and I have consummated our marriage and have a child... No...!"

I turned my mother over and hugged her tightly. Surprisingly, she didn't resist at all,
letting me hold her close. We remained silent for half an hour. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I
broke silence. I whispered in her ear, "I... I'm sorry... but I can be your support, Mom..."

After about five minutes, my mother said, "No need to apologize... coming to a place like this with you... I also have my
responsibilities..."

"After what happened with that classmate at the office last time, I knew you could rely on me, son..."

"Right now... it's all like this... we can only try to salvage the situation..."

I asked, "What do you mean by 'trying to salvage the situation'?"

My mother said, "Let me... be your mother again, okay?"

"Life... still goes on... we'll talk about the rest later..."

Although I didn't understand what "what happened next" meant, my mother was a strong woman, which was why she
was able to raise me independently. She had recovered from this shock, and I
asked,

"What about tomorrow? Can I still go out with you?"

My mother said, "To be honest, I don't want to go anymore. I even want to leave here and go home right now."

I said regretfully, "Uh…is that so…okay then…"

My mother continued, "But I'm tired now…I don't want to move…I'm going to sleep…"

Soon after, my mother wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, turned over, lay on her side with her back to me, and fell into a deep sleep!

After this incident, although I haven't yet won my mother's affections, I've given her another chance to conceive.
Now , the only thing that makes me uneasy is whether my mother is pregnant. If she is, is it my child or
that beast's? Only time will tell!

The next day, after getting up, my mother slowly put on her clothes without saying a word. Her beautiful figure, combined with her sexy
clothes, made my eyes burn with desire. I quickly took out my phone and told my mother I wanted to take a picture of her. My mother reluctantly
turned her head away, but I had already pressed the shutter. My mother said helplessly, "You still want to..." (

High School Teacher Mother's Nightmare - Part 3 - The End)

After checking out, I drove to various tourist attractions. My mother was eerily quiet the whole way,
not intending to say a word. Then we drove to a cafe on a mountain with a great view of the entire city.
I chose a seat with a good view, and after ordering, we silently drank afternoon tea. Soon after, she
finally spoke her first words: "Son...you...should find a girlfriend soon!"

"I don't have any strong plans right now..."

"Hmm? Son, you're not interested in girls your own age, are you?"

I felt my mother was testing my intentions. I replied,

"It's alright, I do keep an eye out... but the boys in my class are more popular than the girls!"

My mother chuckled and said, "From what you're saying, it seems like you prefer boys?" After hearing her tease me like that,
I seized the opportunity to end the awkward silence with a joke. She laughed heartily after hearing it, and it seems my humor broke the tense
stalemate!

My mother, her eyes sparkling, said, "What are you thinking about?" Then she was silent for a while before
suddenly speaking seriously, "It's all in the past. I hope you can return to a normal sex life and stop focusing on
me, okay?"

I playfully replied, "No way! I only have one mother, and you are a very important woman to me! Besides... you
are already my woman..."

My mother blushed and fell silent, quietly sipping her coffee and turning her head away, staring at the scenery. Her
elegant profile, long eyelashes, high nose, large, almond-shaped eyes, and moist lips
captivated me. After a while, my mother noticed me staring at her and asked with a smile if there was something on her face. I quickly
replied, "Mmm~ Mom is a great beauty."

She smiled and replied, "You said that the first time we went to the department store to try on clothes!"

After returning home, my interactions with my mother, apart from the occasional very slight awkwardness, were basically
back to the "normal mother-son relationship" she said, but with a touch of ambiguity between men and women. I couldn't find an opportunity to ask her if she was
pregnant , fearing that I would cross her moral line again!

Since the only major enemy now was morality, I had to find a way to get my mother to lower her defenses.
I thought I had done a good job in pursuing her on a spiritual level, so only the physical aspect needed to be strengthened,
and this had to be initiated by my mother. But since that day when we made love, my mother could accept basic touching,
but she seemed to resist my advances. I asked her several times, but she didn't agree. I knew that this was the last barrier in her
heart , the moral sense of being a mother and a teacher. If we had sex again,
it would probably completely collapse. Then I thought of a way.

I went online to a sex toy store and spent a lot of money buying several bottles of aphrodisiac. Although they said
the effect wasn't as dramatic as in pornographic films, it was very effective for couples who "have feelings" for each other. Did
my mother have feelings for me? I believed that,
judging from her tone and attitude during our flirtatious encounter at the mountain cafe, she definitely did! And if I could have sex with my mother a few more times without contraception,
the chances of her getting pregnant with my child would greatly increase.

I started adding the colorless and odorless aphrodisiac to her water every day,
making her drink it almost all the time. For the first few days, there was no change. Just
when I was about to give up on this method, a cold front hit, and I was shocked to find that my mother was still wearing a very short, tight skirt,
exposing her long, slender legs. When I asked her if she was cold wearing such a short skirt, she said, "Hmm... I don't
know why... lately, I don't know when it started, but my body feels really hot... so it's more comfortable to wear this..."

Of course I knew why. At that moment, my mother noticed that I was staring at her pink legs. A little
embarrassed she covered her legs slightly with the blanket. I took the initiative to sit next to her, and touched her legs with one hand
, wandering irregularly along the shape of her legs. I said, "Mother, don't cover up these beautiful legs..." Seeing her
face start to turn red, she began to resist, "Don't touch me like that... I'll..." "What will happen, Mother?"
I asked, and I could feel her warm breath getting heavier and heavier from her red lips, but she still shook her head and dared not answer
me. At this moment, I boldly took my penis out of my pants, grasped it in her trembling slender hand, and
began to stroke it up and down.

"Um...stop...please..."

"Don't...tempt...me...umm..."

Seeing my mother's eyes growing increasingly dazed, I began to speak loudly, "You were already my woman last time
...don't lie to yourself anymore..."

"Mom...want it? I can give it to you!"

She closed her eyes, not daring to look at me, tilting her face upwards as if trying to escape the assault of desire, murmuring
, "Um...last time...it was an accident...I can't...let it...happen again...what if...like this...I...um
..."

I thought to myself, "If it happens again, you'll already consider yourself my woman, right, Mom?" Seeing
her breathing slightly anxiously, I grabbed her large breasts with one hand and began to knead them. She let out ecstatic moans,
knowing she was already being overwhelmed by lust. Seizing the opportunity, I leaned close to my mother's ear and gently bit her earlobe.
Then I said, "Mother... let me in... you'll feel very comfortable..."

When my mother heard this, she pulled her hands back and pressed them hard between her thighs under her short skirt,
as if she was trying her best to stop something from running out of control from her lower body. Her expression was shy, angry, and ashamed,
as if she was complaining that her body had betrayed her. After a while, my mother slowly raised her palms, staring blankly at
the transparent, sticky fluid that had seeped out from her clothes and covered her palms. Then I grabbed her palms and licked the
fluid, saying, "Your taste... is so sweet..."

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands pressing hard on my chest. My mother pounced on me and,
without saying a word, took the initiative to kiss me with her tongue, sucking on my tongue. She moved my hands to
the buttons on her shirt and asked me to unbutton them. After I stripped her upper body naked, revealing my mother's goddess-like,
snow-white body, she fiddled with her breasts and let out a soft moan, asking me to suck and bite
them .

As my mother succumbed to lust more and more, I also satisfied her upper body with caresses and stimulation. She began to place my
hands on the hem of her skirt, wanting me to take off her skirt and panties. This time I did not comply, but instead used
my penis to repeatedly thrust against her wet vulva and panties. Seeing that I was disobedient, she angrily
patted my chest gently with her hand, as if punishing me, this disobedient naughty child.

After a while, my mother couldn't hold back any longer. She freed her hands and forcefully
pulled down her wet panties under her short skirt, positioning her vulva against my swollen penis. Without hesitation, she sat down, letting
my penis pierce her vagina. My mother pursed her lips, afraid to make a sound. I gently stroked her face
and said,

"Say it out... Mom... boldly admit you're my sexual partner..." I then pinched her
nipple, and my mother seemed to flip a switch, letting out a loud, seductive moan, "Mmm~ Ah~ Ah~ So... good... Ah... Mmm...
"

I held her head, making her look down at the point where our genitals were joined, and asked her, "Mom...
whose woman are you...?"

My mother gasped, "Mmm... yours... I am... your... Hmm... Mmm..."

I stopped thrusting and continued, "Say it clearly..."

At this moment, her hunger and desire completely erupted, and she shouted, "Mmm... I am my son's... my son's
woman... Mmm-ha..." "

I started thrusting and said, 'Then before... why did you refuse me...?'

My mother said absentmindedly, 'Hmm... no... hmm... you... you can have anything you want in the future... I'll give it to you...'

I said happily, 'Then I won't allow you to use contraception...'

She said coquettishly, 'Hmm... you're very naughty... so... hmm... you want me... to get pregnant...?'

I nodded, and my mother continued, 'Ah ha... as long as... you satisfy me... I'll... listen to you...'

As soon as she finished speaking, I turned her over and pounced on her, thrusting into her vigorously until she began to release her love juices and climax
uncontrollably. I also ejaculated inside her without reservation. After I finished, my mother looked at me affectionately,
and her charming and smiling eyes told me that she had admitted to her physical relationship with me."

So, whenever I had the energy and time, I would have sex with my mother as I pleased. A little over a month later, one
evening after school, my mother came home with a serious expression and asked me to go out with her. She didn't say where we were going
because she was driving. When we arrived at the hospital, I realized that was our destination. She needed to see an obstetrician and gynecologist, and my mother
had already made an appointment online. I didn't know why my mother had come here. I quickly asked, "
Why did you come here?"

My mother said, "You should know why!"

I said, "Could it be?"

My mother whispered, "I haven't had my period for two months..."

"I don't want to worry unnecessarily, so I thought it would be more accurate to

come to a big hospital for a checkup!" I said, "Then what do you mean by bringing me here?"

My mother said, "After knowing the results, I can immediately discuss with you how to handle it..."

Then my mother lowered her voice again and said, "After all... you... you have half... the decision-making power!"

I thought to myself, my mother actually respects my thoughts like this. I'm so happy, but
what if that child is that beast's? My mother had no idea that she had been penetrated by that beast. I quickly told her
I would make the decision, but the final decision rested with her!

Later, while my mother was going for her checkup, I rushed to the OB-GYN nurse to ask about DNA testing.
The nurse replied that I had to wait until at least three months of pregnancy to have amniocentesis to retrieve samples for DNA
testing! It was better for the fetus!

When I heard I had to wait three months, wouldn't my mother be heavily pregnant by then? She wouldn't be able to get rid of the pregnancy
. I had no choice but to gamble! Shortly after, a nurse came to me and asked if I was
the husband of that woman. I smiled and was then led to the doctor. The doctor saw me and said, "Is this your
husband, ? Hehe, you two look alike!"

We're mother and son, so of course we look alike. Since my mother couldn't explain, she could only smile and accept the verbal
advantage I had taken. The doctor then said, "Yes, congratulations! This woman is pregnant!"

"Miss, you need to be careful from now on. Wear looser clothes, and avoid high heels and mini
skirts . If your job requires you to wear the tights you're wearing now, choose the kind that go up to your thighs!"

After thanking the doctor, my mother took me out of the hospital. We sat in the car in the underground parking lot.
My mother was surprisingly calm and asked me, "What do you plan to do?"

I said, "I hope the baby will be born..."

My mother said, "I still can't accept it... I'm a teacher and I committed incest... having a child... it's too... immoral and unethical..."

I said, "If it's because of money, I can work to support you..."

My mother said, "Money isn't a problem, I can raise you myself... it's just..."

I said, "I just want a child with you and me, that's all..."

My mother was silent for ten minutes before saying, "I expected this outcome..."

"I understand... I'll think about it carefully..."

Then, we went home! My mother didn't say anything more, and after washing up, she went to her room to rest!

Days passed, and to avoid disrupting her teaching, the mother continued to dress provocatively for her classes,
seemingly ignoring the doctor's advice to change her attire. She ultimately didn't have an abortion, perhaps due to
her inner resistance to the pregnancy, as if she wanted to feel better if she had a miscarriage.
I think I had an explanation; a little over a month later, her belly was slightly protruding, and the fetus
seemed . My mother had no choice but to tell the students and the school that she was pregnant so that the school
could arrange a substitute teacher when she gave birth.

My mother said that since she announced her pregnancy, many male students would take the initiative to care about her, and even ask
to touch her slightly protruding belly. I think that my mother usually dresses so close-fitting and sexy, and suddenly having a slightly
protruding belly that exudes a fleshy pregnant aura is like showing off her excellent reproductive ability and the good
genes to carry on the family line, which probably stimulates the desires of some males. Those male students took the opportunity to touch her belly to take
advantage . Of course, this is just my personal speculation!

I also wanted to try to understand the situation of these students and wanted to go to the school, but going suddenly seemed too
abrupt. Looking at the dates, I later checked some school information. My mother's school is going to hold a school fair next week, which is also a good time, because my mother will take the initiative to invite me to participate. Moreover, this event has a special meaning
for me , which is the origin of my desire for my mother. As expected, my mother invited me to the event. I went with her that day. My mother was still wearing a tight-fitting shirt and a short, narrow skirt, looking stunning. Her sheer stockings made me want to touch them. I stayed by her side the whole time during the school fair . The male students, seeing this, didn't dare to approach and behaved very properly, but their eyes kept wandering over . Later, I couldn't stand the feeling of my woman being coveted, so I told my mother that I wanted her to come with me to rest somewhere else. My mother suggested going to her classroom, because the students wouldn't be there at that time, and it was on the top floor, so few people would be going back. When we got to the stairwell next to her classroom, she rubbed her stockinged legs and complained that the stairs were high and she was tired. Seduced by this provocative action, I hugged her from behind. My mother hurriedly checked for security cameras and made sure no one was around before she boldly let me caress her thighs in the stairwell . The two of us flirted in this open space, risking being discovered. My mother probably enjoyed the thrill. After a while, I whispered in my mother's ear that I wanted it. She panicked and said, "No... we can't do it at school, what if we get caught...?" But my mother couldn't stop me. I started tugging at her clothes. She glanced at the classroom next door and muttered to herself, "No, in the classroom... what if a student comes back... and sees me and my son..." " The men's restroom at the end of the corridor... is too far... too dangerous..." Just as she was still hesitating, I had already unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt. My mother anxiously checked that no one was around and then pushed me into the public women's restroom on the other side of the stairs. Just as I was being pushed in, I saw my mother lean back slightly. After a while, she told me to hurry up and go into a separate stall in the women's restroom. I asked her what was wrong. My mother said anxiously that she saw two female students walking towards the women's restroom at the end of the corridor. Then my mother and I hid in the innermost stall. She pressed her hands against the door her ear against the door, as if listening to what was happening outside. Seeing her shapely buttocks facing me, the sheen of her stockinged legs gleaming under the light, my already excited nature was aroused even more. Without a word, in that narrow space, I tore at her pantyhose and underwear. My mother did struggle, but more than struggling, she was afraid of making a sound and being discovered. In no time, her skirt was lifted to her waist, her wet vulva was right in front of me, her underwear was already on the ground, and there were large holes in her stockings on her inner thighs. My mother turned her head and shook her head at me in horror. At this moment, my penis inch by inch slid into her vagina. "Mmm... Hmm... Mmm..." Just as my mother made these sounds, the girls' laughter grew closer. She covered her mouth with her hands, afraid the sounds would leak out. But I didn't stop; instead, I thrust into her even harder. At this moment, the girls went into the bathroom, and my mother dared not make a sound, sticking her buttocks up high, using the most convenient position for me to enter and exit her body, afraid that if I didn't go smoothly , I would bump into something and make suspicious noises that would attract attention. Although I knew what my mother meant, her behavior of letting me have my way only aroused my pleasure . I thrust into her vagina with all my might, and soon my mother began to secrete a lot of love juice. The " splashing" sound of the water grew louder and louder. My mother kept shaking her head, showing that she didn't want to be sexually assaulted like this here. I removed her hands from her mouth and suddenly thrust forward forcefully. My mother's head hit the door, and she let out a soft "Mmm ah." In an instant, the laughter outside the door stopped. One of the female students said, "It sounds like someone's there..." The other replied, "Um... I heard it too... and... that sound... it seems like..." Then one of them started calling out , "English teacher... are you there? Is that you?" "Why are you calling for the English teacher...?" "Just now... I saw the English teacher at the end of the corridor..." "You must have seen wrong... maybe she came down the stairs next to the girls' restroom..." At this point, the two female students lowered their voices and continued, "It's definitely her... she's the only teacher who dares to dress so provocatively..." "There's no response... it probably isn't the teacher..." "Hmph... that teacher dresses so provocatively to seduce male students..." "It wouldn't be surprising if a male student took advantage of her in the restroom..." "Um... don't talk nonsense... it wouldn't be good if she heard it if it really was the teacher inside!" "Don't worry... if it were her... she would have already rushed out and yelled at someone..." "I wonder which two young lovers are so bold...doing it in the school's girls' restroom...?" Although I was a little annoyed by their rude remarks about my mother, what attracted my attention at this moment was my mother 's physical changes. Perhaps it was the intense, illicit stimulation and excitement of being discovered having sex by students, that caused my mother's vagina to secrete a large amount of lubrication, flowing from her inner thighs down her legs to her ankles, soaking , which was very obvious in the light and shadow. At this moment, I deliberately slapped my mother's buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound. She still didn't dare to moan, but the abundant lubrication told me how ashamed she was. The female students were a little terrified. "Oh my god...there really are people having sex in the innermost stall..." "Quick...I'm going to tell the instructor right away..." "I want to go with you...I'm afraid to stay here alone..."

After hearing the running sounds fade away, my mother began to pant heavily, her voice barely audible as she said, "Mmm...

faster...faster...give it to me...mmm..." "Mmm...shoot inside...find it...the...instructor...is
coming..."

Seeing my mother's anxious pleas, I increased my force. My mother,
being very sensitive , immediately cried out in ecstasy, and I quickly ejaculated forcefully into her body.

After we quickly tidied our clothes and washed our hands at the sink outside the restroom, we were about to go
inside to avoid the commotion when two female students and the instructor ran out of the stairwell. The instructor rushed to
the last stall, knocked on the door, opened it, and finding no one there, he came over and asked my mother, who had turned around,

"Teacher...excuse me...did you see anyone in the restroom just now?"

"Instructor...I didn't see anyone...why are you asking me?"

"Oh...the two female students said they thought they saw you go into the restroom...so they wanted to ask you..."

"Um... I just went downstairs to look for my son... not to the toilet..." the female student quickly said.

"Teacher... just now... we heard someone having sex in the toilet... it was terrifying..."

"Oh... Instructor... if you say that, I think I saw a male student run away in the stairwell..."

At this moment, the mother leaned back on the sink, her long, beautiful legs crossed tightly, as if afraid that the tear in her
pantyhose would be seen. At this moment, I felt the instructor staring at the mother's entire body, probably
because the mother was naturally very attractive to men. But at this moment, it seemed that he also noticed the
tear . At this moment, the instructor said,

"Uh... teacher... um... if there's anything... remember... to tell us!"

"And teacher... be careful of the sink behind you, um... water's gotten on your legs..."

It seemed this instructor had also noticed that my mother's stockings were half-soaked with vaginal fluid. My mother feigned
composure , thanked the instructor for his concern, and wiped the water from her legs, saying she needed to go into the women's restroom to dry off. The two female
students left, looking puzzled. The instructor then stayed behind and said to me,

"Teacher, if your mother... is too embarrassed to say anything... but has given you any hints... remember to tell us!"

"Instructor, what do you mean?"

"Hmm? Didn't you notice the torn stockings on your mother's inner thigh?... And the water
stains on her legs, the sink faucet wasn't turned on, and the water wasn't overflowing... how could it have gotten on her legs..."

"You might be angry if I say this."

"It's okay, Instructor, please continue..."

"I suspect your mother might have been... assaulted by that male student she mentioned... but was too embarrassed
to say anything... If she told you anything... who did it... please tell us... at least find that male student
... they even prey on pregnant women..."

"Uh...I understand...If my mother says anything...I'll tell you!"

After the instructor left quickly, I told my mother in the restroom that everyone was gone. She
came out blushing and complained that I was the reason she was almost caught in an affair. She kept asking me
what the instructor had told me. I skipped over the part about my mother being found with her vaginal fluid and her stockings being torn, and told her that the instructor
said there was a male student who hadn't been caught yet. He would sexually assault girls, even pregnant women, and told my mother to be careful.
After hearing this, my mother seemed a little surprised that there really was such a person on campus, and she also felt a little scared. She took a long coat from
the classroom tied it around her waist, and asked me to tell her students that the teacher had to leave first. She then ran back to
the car and waited for me to get in so we could go home together.

My experience of having sex in the girls' restroom at school is unforgettable. I thought my mother would be angry that I did
that to her in public, but that wasn't the case. When I mentioned it to her intentionally or unintentionally,
I could sense that she seemed to enjoy the excitement. Perhaps she had never experienced it before, or maybe
she had already fallen for me and was ready to let me have my way. However, my mother also said that rumors were slowly spreading around the school
that people were having sex in the restrooms, and that she seemed to be one of the participants. She felt helpless but was afraid that explaining
would only make things worse . I advised her that the whispers would naturally disappear over time, and that proved to be true.

Three months have passed, and my mother's belly has swelled up considerably. She's started wearing looser clothes,
probably the same red jumpsuit she wore before, only this time the waist is looser and she doesn't wear any
belt or corset. She's also wearing thigh-high stockings. She still looks stunning. My mother also mentioned that
recently a group of strange male students have been asking to touch her belly after class. They touch it
for a long time, giving her strange looks and then quickly running outside to
whisper and laugh. Yes! Those male students are the same group that the leader of the group went to the karaoke bar with.
After hearing this, I thought that these people are probably still in contact with that beast. He probably told them that
my mother 's pregnancy was his doing, but my mother doesn't know the inside story and just thinks the male students are
just curious about her.

It was three months along, and I asked my mother to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. Firstly, I wanted to tell her that since
the child was conceived through inbreeding, early testing was crucial to prevent future problems with the baby. Secondly, I wanted to confirm the
child's paternity. We went to the hospital another day. I told my mother I would pay for the tests. After
her examination, I added a DNA test to the list, but I didn't want her to know
about it, to avoid any misunderstandings. I asked the hospital to give me the report first. Almost a
month later, the report came back.

Every test result showed the fetus was normal except for the DNA, which didn't match mine. I
was devastated , deeply shocked. That beast got away with it! No wonder the baby is so healthy; it
's not a product of inbreeding! But I have no reason or opportunity to ask my mother to abort
the child, because I was the one who asked her to give birth to it.

After that, I could only passively watch the baby grow day by day in the mother's womb. Because of
the , the mother's maternal instincts had been awakened, changing her previous mindset. She was extremely protective of the fetus in her womb, probably
believing it to be my child—a case of loving the house because of the baby!

The only consolation later was that the child was a daughter! A wicked thought surfaced in my mind, asking if there would be
a chance for revenge in the future. But I immediately shook my head, suppressing that thought; after all, the child was innocent; the mother was also...
On her due date, she suddenly went into labor, her water broke, and after a lot of struggling, she was wheeled into
the delivery room !

I was the one on paternity leave. When I saw the baby's head burst through her vagina, my heart
was mixed emotions. First, I felt like something had been taken away. The place where my mother gave birth to me was now nurturing
that beast's child, and it was growing perfectly healthy. Every time she pushed, my heart ached
!

Then the baby slid out, and seeing the umbilical cord, I wanted to cut it more than the doctor.
Afterwards my mother weakly held the baby, but seeing that I looked unwell, she asked me what was wrong. I said I was just worried,
and added that it was a pity the baby didn't look like me. My mother smiled weakly and said, "Maybe it looks
more like her."

After being discharged from the hospital, my mother's figure changed slightly around her abdomen. The only thing that improved was her breasts, which were huge from
being full of milk. They must have jumped another cup size. Every time my mother wanted to breastfeed,
I would deliberately go and say that I wanted some too. At first... My mother firmly refused, probably because she thought I had already given birth to
her child, so her view of me had changed from son to her man. Later,
after a few flirtatious attempts, she reluctantly let me suckle her breast milk. The slightly sweet, slightly fishy taste was
irresistible, but I drank greedily each time, making her make excited yet ashamed sounds. She
would eventually push me away, saying, "You're going to drink it all, daughter… what will your sister drink?!" I didn't really want
the child to drink, but since my mother didn't know the truth, I could only silently obey.

After a while, my mother noticed I seemed to be competing for her attention and started to reject her. She asked me why, and
I still smiled and said it was because she didn't look like me! My mother was both amused and annoyed, saying, "Just for something like that?"
So she blurted out, "Then just have another child like you! Why are you being so stubborn?"

After she agreed and her figure returned to its slender shape, I
started . When I undressed her, her breasts, large and alluring from the milk, were visually stimulating and
arousing. I often squeezed her breasts vigorously during sex, causing her warm, fragrant
milk to spray everywhere!

During intense thrusting, she was very open and breathed heavily. Afterwards, we had a fulfilling sex
life Sometimes it was too intense, and my mother would shyly complain that it was a nightmare. But soon after,
with my mother actively trying to conceive, she became pregnant again! This time, I was confident that the child was
mine…

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