Rogue Teacher - Chapter 39, Watery Mom's Curvy Buttocks

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Lijia Village is nestled in a small mountain valley, with only thirty or forty households and a little over a hundred people. Surrounded by mountains, the village is entirely enclosed. Most of the villagers share the surname Li and have lived here for generations, making a living by farming.
Because it is far from the township and there is only one rugged mountain road that can be traveled by motorcycles and small tractors, the villagers rarely go out during the rainy season and live a life almost completely isolated from the outside world.
When the three of us rode our motorcycles into the village, many villagers curiously gathered around. Shui Ling lingered on the motorcycle, refusing to get off, and proudly introduced Zhang Jing and me to everyone. Because this village was poor and isolated, strangers rarely came, so the villagers not only found it novel but were also very hospitable. As soon as they heard that I was a teacher from the township, they all vied to invite us to their homes.
Little Shuiling wouldn't have it, so she rushed out of everyone's encirclement and led Zhang Jing and me to her house. Her house was a small tiled house on a small hill behind the village, with its own courtyard surrounded by bamboo strips covered with green vines.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, Shui Ling exclaimed, "Mom, Teacher Peng is here!"
The house was quiet, and no one responded. Shui Ling invited us inside to sit down, saying, "My mom must have gone to the fields. It's strange, it's almost dark and she still hasn't come back. Uncle, you and Zhang Jing sit here for a while, I'll go call my mom."
He then ran out.
As soon as Shui Ling left, Zhang Jing immediately ran over and sat down next to me, resting her little head on my shoulder: "I'm so tired! My bottom hurts from sitting so long."
I laughed and said, "Would you like me to rub it for you?"
"No way! Teacher, you're so mean!"
Zhang Jing giggled, her delicate body almost nestled into my arms, her eyes fixed on me without blinking. "Teacher, did you feel very comfortable just now?"
I quickly helped her up: "This question is too profound. Let's change the question. I was just about to ask you, where is Shui Ling's father? I've never heard her mention him before."
"I heard her say that her father had been dead for several years. Apparently, he went into the mountains to collect herbs and accidentally fell to his death."
As Zhang Jing spoke, she clung to me again.
"Oh, is that so? Please sit down for a while, I need to go to the bathroom."
This little girl is so annoying. I was afraid that if Shui Ling's mother came back and saw her, it would be bad. So I quickly stood up and walked to the back of the yard. I heard Zhang Jing muttering softly behind me: "Teacher, really, where did all that pee come from?"
I'm also suffering in silence. The place where I was stung by the bee is still aching and sticky, and it's not comfortable at all. I want to take this opportunity to get it treated.
The backyard was next to a small earthen slope, surrounded by green vegetables. There was a small outhouse next to it, with a tattered cloth curtain hanging in front of the door. That must have been the outhouse.
I hurried over, lifted the curtain, and saw a blinding white mass before me: a woman was half-squatting in front of me with her back to me, her large, white buttocks facing me, the tuft of dark hair between her buttocks making my eyes water. I froze, staring blankly at those plump buttocks, while my little guy below had already reacted, standing erect, rubbing painfully against the fabric.
The woman suddenly turned around, revealing herself to be a beautiful young woman with slightly upturned, arched eyebrows and a slightly flushed, delicate face. She looked at me shyly and whispered, "You must be Teacher Peng?"
"Yes, that's me. You're... Shui Ling's mother, right?"
Their faces were strikingly similar, especially their large, watery eyes—they were practically identical. However, she looked far too young, no more than thirty years old, completely unlike the image of a vibrant, middle-aged woman I had in mind.
She continued, "I just heard Shui Ling calling me, but I couldn't answer right away, I'm so sorry. Teacher Peng, are you here to relieve yourself?"
"Oh, it's okay, you can continue?"
I mumbled something incoherently, my eyes still fixed on her shapely buttocks.
"Teacher Peng..."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Could you please go outside and wait for a moment? I'll be right there."
She looked at me shyly, and soon noticed a large bulge between my legs. She frantically pulled at her clothes, trying to cover her two white, round buttocks, but the clothes were too short and couldn't cover anything. Instead, they only added to her shy and embarrassed look.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
I suddenly snapped out of my daze. What was wrong with me today? I was watching someone relieve themselves while chatting with her, and it all felt so natural, like I was talking to my own wife. Although she felt very warm and familiar, we were meeting for the first time, and besides, she was Shui Ling's mother!
I gave her one last, reluctant look before quickly retreating. Standing in the yard, unsure whether to stay or leave, I could only stare blankly at the surrounding scenery. After a while, she emerged from the outhouse. Perhaps due to years of working in the fields, her face was slightly flushed, yet she possessed a delicate and beautiful appearance, exuding the mature and healthy charm of a young woman.
"Teacher Peng, please go inside quickly. I'll go start the fire and cook right away."
She spoke with composure, as if nothing had happened, though a hint of shyness lingered on her face.
When I returned to the house, Shui Ling was already back, carrying a large bunch of sweet potato vines. She and Zhang Jing were sitting on a small stool, picking the tender leaves from the tips of the vines. I asked, just to stir things up, "Shui Ling, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you see we were picking vegetables?"
Zhang Jing said irritably.
"Can this be eaten?"
I asked curiously, "Where we're from, we always plant them to feed pigs."
"Teacher, are you saying we're pigs?"
Zhang Jing said angrily. Shui Ling laughed, "Uncle, these tender leaves and their tips are delicious when stir-fried. My mom will make them later, I guarantee you'll want more."
"Yeah?"
I glanced into the kitchen; her mother was busy inside. I walked over and called out, "Sister, do you need my help?"
"No need, Professor Peng, you are a guest, please sit and rest."
She said somewhat flusteredly, "Teacher Peng, I didn't expect you to be so young, I thought..."
"You thought I was some middle-aged man? I didn't expect you to be so young. I thought you were a middle-aged woman too?"
I smiled and said, feeling very natural talking to her, without having to deliberately hide or pretend. "Big sister, what's your name?"
"My name is Sun Hongying, what's yours?"
"My name is Peng Lei, I'm twenty-three years old. What about you, ma'am?"
"I……"
She glanced at the two young girls outside and lowered her voice, saying, "She's thirty years old this year."
"and you……"
I was somewhat surprised.
"I got married early, at sixteen, and gave birth to Shuiling at seventeen. It's just a pity that her father died young," she said naturally, as if she were telling someone else's story.
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I sat down on the small stool in front of the stove and haphazardly added firewood. She bent down to wash the pot, her buttocks directly facing me. Her slightly tight trousers stretched her plump buttocks, revealing the outline of her boxer shorts and highlighting the taut bulge in the middle.
My heart stirred with desire, and I couldn't help but recall the scene I'd witnessed in the outhouse. She turned her head, noticed my gaze fixed on her shapely buttocks, and hurriedly straightened up, whispering reproachfully, "Teacher Peng, what are you looking at?"
"Sister Ying..."
I suddenly grabbed her hand on impulse, and boldly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister Ying, you are so beautiful."
Her face flushed instantly. She glanced hastily at the outer room and gently pulled her hand away from mine: "You should go out quickly, so they don't hear us."

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