My Principal Mom 1-3

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Chapter 1

"Tap tap tap tap..." The once noisy classroom gradually
quieted down as the crisp sound of high heels approached.

It was Mom. I knew that sound of high heels all too well. My mother, Chu Yanqiu,
is the principal of this middle school. Every day, she gets up very early, washes up, gets dressed, makes breakfast, glances
at the clock on the wall, and then, in her 10-centimeter heels, rushes
to my bedroom to wake me up, the sound of them clicking on the floor echoing. It's almost a daily routine, to the point that I've developed a conditioned reflex; the sound of
high heels makes my heart race.

Yes, I come from a single-parent family. Thinking about how hard it is for my mother, raising me single-handedly
and managing school affairs every day, I've made up my mind to study hard, get into a good university, and
return to this school as a teacher to ease her burden.

"Quiet, quiet, the principal is coming..." Li Xiaoqiang, the class monitor sitting in the front row, reminded us. He stuck his head
out the window a little and saw Mom slowly walking towards us from the corridor. Our class monitor, Li Xiaoqiang, is a cute
chubby guy . He's always very kind to us, and when he smiles, his eyes always squint into slits. The word "endearing" perfectly describes him
. Almost no one in the class dislikes him; most treat him like a brother. Oh, I forgot to mention
, our school is an all-boys school. Except for some female teachers, everyone else is male (duh
!).

"Hey, Xu Xiaotian, isn't my new mechanical pencil pretty?" My deskmate, Su Xiaomo, nudged
me with her elbow. "Why did you buy a pink pencil? Aren't you girly?" I was really confused. The eraser was pink
, and the pencil case was pink too. If our school didn't require everyone to wear a uniform, I doubt
he'd wear a skirt to class. "Who...who said pink is...is...girly?"

Su Xiaomo blushed and retorted.

Su Xiaomo was very pretty, with skin whiter than most girls'. He spoke softly, and the students in the class
often teased him, saying he was the only girl in the class. Su Xiaomo would always blush, wanting to retort but not
knowing how to answer, so he would just huff, stomp his foot, and turn away. At first, I also suspected he
might be a girl, until one time, when I was peeing next to him, I glanced at his crotch. Goodness,
it was much longer than mine—thick, long, and dark, like a grown man's penis. Wow, it was completely disproportionate to his appearance.

"Okay, okay, stop talking. If you like it, that's fine. The teacher is coming." I didn't want to argue with him anymore
.

The sound of high heels grew louder as Mom finally reached the door. A beautiful leg slowly emerged from the doorway.
Flesh-colored stockings tightly encased the calf, making it appear incredibly voluptuous and supple,
its curves . Black patent leather peep-toe heels peeked out, revealing rounded, full toes
. A thin line ran along the heel of the stockings, making one want to open their mouth wide and lick that beautiful,
fleshy foot. My mother walked in slowly, her footsteps light on the classroom floor.

Looking at her, I couldn't help but swallow. Although she was 42, her skin was
incredibly well-maintained. She wore only light makeup, her skin firm and radiant. Her hobby was swimming;
the exercise gave her a vitality that other women her age lacked. Standing at 1.75 meters tall
, with 10-centimeter heels and the authority of a school principal, she exuded a commanding presence and an
invisible aura. My mother's long, black hair was styled in a bun, and she wore thin, high-end gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of
sophistication and competence. The fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her mature charm.

Today, she wore a black pencil skirt over a white lace blouse. My mother's
figure is quite unusual among Asian women; her hips are comparable to Kim Kardashian's. The black pencil skirt clung tightly to
her ample buttocks, below which were thick, firm thighs. The skirt was stretched taut, as if it might
burst at any moment. Her white blouse was also stretched taut; the front of the shirt was
incredibly bulging from her two large breasts. Anyone who didn't know better might think she was hiding two watermelons in her chest. One could almost worry that the buttons would
burst open. My mother's figure was undeniably S-shaped—no, even more exaggerated than an S-shape!
My mother, , exuded the aura of a mature woman. Every move she made seemed to be an attempt to seduce others with her body. Yet, as
the principal, she maintained a serious and dignified expression, creating a stark contrast with her alluring physique.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?" My mother stood on the podium, pouting slightly, and
asked us with a hint of confusion.

"Ahem... Everyone stand up! Good morning, teacher—" Li Xiaoqiang stood up, and we followed suit.

"Good morning, students, please sit down." My mother smiled, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, which made our
hearts flutter again. There was no way around it; my mother's mature body, intellectual temperament, and sweet smile were too powerful
for us teenagers. Without a doubt, my mother was everyone's dream
girl and object of fantasy in our class. I certainly wasn't the only one who fantasized about my mother using her large breasts
to clamp my penis while masturbating, or using her stockinged feet to stroke my penis.

"Wang Peng! Why aren't you standing up?" Mom frowned and shouted at the corner of our classroom.

The person sitting in the corner was Wang Peng, the most unpopular and disgusting person in our class.
He was always idle, never paying attention in class, always looking down at his phone in his drawer. I once secretly peeked at
what he was watching—adult videos, all of them featuring mature women in stockings and women being drugged and raped. His drawer
was always filled with bottles and jars of unknown purpose, and a large wad of crumpled, used toilet paper that smelled
foul. Therefore, no one wanted to sit next to him; he was the only one in our class using a single
desk.

"Wang Peng, stand up, and stand until the end of class!" Mom was clearly angry. As the principal, her authority
didn't tolerate any student disrespect, and the classroom instantly became incredibly quiet.

My gaze fell on Wang Peng in the corner of the classroom. He stood up, his face horribly gloomy, his mouth
motionless , muttering something under his breath. "Bitch, I'll make you pay. I'll humiliate you in public sooner or later, and then you
'll be my bitch." Wang Peng gripped a book in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible.

"Alright, students, today we're going to talk about the human circulatory system..." My mom is our
biology teacher. Although she's usually serious and methodical, exuding a strong, independent woman's
aura , she's actually very understanding in her personal life. It's just that as the principal, she has to maintain a certain level of authority.
My mom is incredibly dedicated to her classes because she always puts her students first. Her lectures
are warm and welcoming ; she answers every question carefully, and she patiently guides students
through any problems they don't understand. Our class consistently ranks among the top in the school.

"Ding-a-ling... ding-a-ling..." The bell rang, followed by the familiar strains of the "Athletes' March."

"Alright, students, let's go downstairs for morning exercises. Next period is biology again," my mom
said as she approached the corridor, leading the students in their exercises. Our school's rule is that everyone, teachers and students alike, does morning exercises together,
with teachers setting a good example.

The students filed out and surged into the corridor.

"I'm not going to do morning exercises anymore. Every time I see that slut Chu Yanqiu wiggling her fat ass and
shaking her tits on the playground, my dick gets unbearably hard. I have to go to the toilet to masturbate after morning exercises." Wang Peng was still
in his seat, preparing to play on his phone. Suddenly, Wang Peng's eyes caught sight of the thermos cup his mother had placed on the teacher's desk. He
smiled slightly, and an evil plan popped into his mind...

On the playground.

"Stretching exercises, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

"Where's Wang Peng?" The class monitor looked around but couldn't see Wang Peng anywhere.

"Hey, class monitor, why are you bothering with that good-for-nothing Wang Peng? He's definitely slacking off in class.
Doesn't he do this often?"

"Look, Principal Chu is doing bending exercises!"

At the very front of the morning exercise line, Mom interlaced her fingers, her legs slightly apart. As the music started,
Mom slowly bent over, palms down. As her upper body bent down, her bodycon
skirt, which hugged her shapely buttocks, gradually accentuated the shape of her buttocks. When Mom's upper body bent to its limit, her skirt
bulged to its maximum, as if it was about to burst. Her shapely buttocks, like a ripe
peach were presented to the students behind her, and a triangular
shape bulged out by the skirt could be vaguely seen—Mom's lace panties. The students behind Mom stared wide-eyed.

"Twisting exercises..." Mom stretched her arms horizontally, her body forming a "T" shape, her upper body swaying from side to side with
the music . Although Mom was well-maintained, she was, after all, a 42-year-old mature woman who had given birth, so
a little sagging in her breasts was normal. Her enormous breasts bounced with her body,
swaying from side to side like white rabbits. If you stood next to her, you could hear the sound of her breasts slapping against her body and the sound of them
colliding and hitting each other.

"Jumping exercises..." Every morning exercise, the students at the front of the line got a good look at their mother,
who had an explosive figure, exercising, and admired their usually serious and noble principal sweating profusely.
The mother, however, was completely unaware of the disturbance her bouncy, beautiful flesh caused among the students.
Students would often argue and fight in order to get to the front of the line to admire her beautiful body.

Meanwhile, in the classroom.

"Hehe, Chu Yanqiu, try my new stuff, a powerful diuretic. I'll embarrass you in public, and I
mean it..."

Wang Peng held a small bottle in his hand, walked to the podium, and furtively opened his mother's thermos, poured
in some white powder, and then used a pen to stir the water in the cup.

"Li Xiaoqiang, you should exercise more. Look at you, you're panting
even If you get any fatter, no girl will like you anymore."

After morning exercises, Mom and we returned to the classroom together.

"I'm not fat, I'm just strong... Besides, teacher, you're panting too." The class monitor glanced at Mom's
heaving chest as she panted, his eyes following her two large breasts as they moved up and down.

"Teacher, I'm getting old, unlike you young guys, huffing and puffing..." Mom walked to the podium,
picked up her water cup, and gulped it down. Seeing Mom drink the water, Wang Peng smiled.

"No need to stand up, let's start class. Today we're going to talk about the structure of the human body."

(Some time later...)

"Class, do you have any questions? If not, you can study on your own for the rest of the time." Mom returned to
the podium, preparing to sit down.

"It's time..."

"Teacher, I have a question I can't answer." Wang Peng raised his hand.

"Knock knock..." Mom slowly walked to Wang Peng's seat, casually brushing
a strand of hair behind her ear as she bent down to answer his question.

She quickly frowned, because Wang Peng's seat emitted a foul, fishy smell. However, thinking that
Wang Peng would actually ask her about her studies, Mom's attitude towards him softened; at least he was willing
to study, which was a good thing.

"Teacher, there's this question, why here..."

"This question is like this... and like this..."

Slowly, the urge to urinate was building in Mom's bladder...

"Strange, why do you need to pee? Go to the bathroom after you finish answering Wang Peng's question..."
Mom squeezed her legs together slightly, her voice quickening.

Wang Peng noticed these changes.

"Um... Wang Peng... do you have any more questions? If not, then..."

"Teacher, there's this question, and this..." A smile played on Wang Peng's lips, revealing his
mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Why does this child, who usually studies so well, have so many questions today?" the mother thought to herself. "Could it be that after
standing for a whole class, he's finally figured it out and wants to study harder? Then I'll have to teach him properly and cultivate his study habits."

"This question is like this..." The mother's legs tightened more and more, and her body began to sway slightly rhythmically
, perhaps without her even realizing it.

Seeing the mother's movements, Wang Peng's smile widened: "Teacher, there's another question I don't know..."

"Oh no, I can't hold back anymore." As if an electric current had passed through her, the mother shivered.

The urge to urinate was so strong, completely different from the usual feeling of needing to urinate. Mom's
legs began to tremble slightly, and gradually her whole body started to tremble. "If this continues, I won't be able to hold it in;
I'll pee in the classroom!"

Mom was like an ant on a hot pan, her face flushed. She thought to herself, "Wang Peng,
have you finished asking your questions? Do you know how hard it is for me to hold my pee? My bladder is about to explode!"

Seeing Mom's trembling body, Wang Peng felt incredibly satisfied. "Chu Yanqiu, you've finally met your match! Just wait until
you lose control of your bladder in front of the whole class. Everyone will see you, peeing like a bitch in public. You'll be so ashamed
to face . This is the consequence of offending me!"

Although Wang Peng thought these wicked thoughts, he still smiled and said to Mom, "Thank you, teacher. I
learned a lot today, and I will definitely work harder in the future."

"Hmm...it's good that you know...from now on...you must...study hard...ah..." Mom's voice
was trembling, and the blush on her face was very obvious.

"Clatter!"

"Teacher, can I pick up my pen? I'm doing my homework." While Mom wasn't looking, Wang Peng flicked a pen with
his pinky finger , and the pen fell to the floor to his right.

"Hmm...okay."

Mom was already having trouble suppressing the urge to urinate, and squatting down to pick up the pen only intensified
the urge. She could only reach out her left hand to touch her lower abdomen, hoping to relieve the intense urge.

At this moment, Mom's face was flushed red from holding in her urine, like a ripe red apple.

"Hehe, feeling uncomfortable?" Wang Peng turned to look at his mother squatting beside him. "Ah...this
..."

Upon seeing this, Wang Peng's penis instantly hardened. The top button of his mother's shirt had
come undone sometime during the night. Wang Peng's gaze fell from the upper left, revealing a breathtaking view of the beauty beneath his mother's collar.
A pair of snow-white, large breasts were tightly wrapped in a flesh-colored cotton bra, which seemed unable to contain them. The bra
left obvious marks on the tender flesh of her breasts, and the snow-white flesh peeked out,
along with a small patch of dark brown areola, rising and falling with his mother's heavy breathing... Seeing this,
Wang Peng's penis felt like it was about to explode. The two snow-white mounds of flesh looked like ripe papayas waiting to be picked.
Wang Peng, as if possessed, reached out his right hand and slowly moved it towards his mother's breasts...

"Ding-a-ling...ding-a-ling..." The school bell rang.

"Wang Peng... your pen!" Mom threw the pen back onto Wang Peng's desk, not even noticing his movement, and ran out of the classroom
without .

Only Wang Peng noticed a noticeable wet stain on the back of his mother's black pencil skirt. Several
streams of water flowed down her flesh-colored stockings from her thighs to her calves, then dripped onto her patent leather high heels.

"Where is Teacher Chu rushing off to? She left without telling us to finish class..."

"Maybe something urgent..."

Wang Peng looked at the puddle of urine on the floor, a wicked smile returning to his face. He stood up and ran out of the classroom.

"What's wrong with Wang Peng? He's acting so strangely. Why did he ask my mom so many questions today? Has he changed his personality
?" I watched Wang Peng's fleeing figure, my mind filled with doubt. "And Mom's acting a little strange too"

Chapter Two

Our classroom is on the fourth floor of the teaching building. There's a restroom to the left of the exit. Because our school is an all-
boys school, except for the girls' restroom in the administration building, all the restrooms in the teaching building are boys' restrooms.

Wang Peng rushed out of the classroom. As soon as he stepped out, he looked down and saw puddles of water on the floor,
stretching from the classroom door to the restroom to the left of the classroom. Wang Peng smiled because he knew these puddles were
his mother's urine from incontinence.

Wang Peng reached the restroom door and heard a "bang!"—the sound of the door slamming shut. He
went inside and saw that only the innermost stall was closed; the rest of the stall doors were
open. He quietly walked to the left of that stall and quietly closed the door. Wang Peng knew that his mother was
inside. His mother had been holding her urine for so long, and after class, she would definitely rush to the nearest
restroom , not caring whether it was a boys' or girls' restroom—she would just pee first. Wang Peng slowly squatted down, bending over and
bracing himself on the floor with his hands. Ignoring whether the toilet floor was clean or dirty, he tilted his head, his eyes
peering through the gap under the stall. His mother's peep-toe high heels were the first thing he saw. Her feet were tense
, trembling uncontrollably, her toes, encased in flesh-colored stockings, clenched tightly together,
digging into the soles of her shoes. The stockings were already soaked with urine. After entering the toilet, his mother hurriedly
untied her pencil skirt, pulled it up to her waist, and squatted down with her legs apart.

Wang Peng moved his head slightly away to avoid being seen. His eyes were fixed on the gap under the stall;
looking from the side, he saw his mother squatting with her legs spread, wearing high heels. Wang Peng
swallowed hard, a thrill of voyeurism filling his heart.

Mom let out an "Ahhh~~~" sound, filled with the relief of a great weight lifted from her shoulders. Like
a faucet turned on full blast, her urine gushed from between her legs, spraying onto the toilet and
bouncing back up in droplets.

"Damn it, I can't see her pussy," Wang Peng muttered, fidgeting. Even though Mom was squatting, the toilet
stall was only a short distance wide, and no matter how he moved, he could only see a little above her ankles
.

"What the teacher taught was so hard to understand..."

"Hey, have you played the new hero in King of Glory?"

"I'm going to go tonight..."

Students started coming in, and the toilet became noisy with more people.

"Huff...huff..." Mom breathed heavily, the urine trickling down, then slowly
turning before finally emptying her bladder. Mom reached into her skirt and rummaged around. "I didn't bring any tissues...
Oh well ..." "What are we going to do with all these students outside? Let's wait until class starts and they're gone."

Mom stood up and looked down at her lower body. Her underwear and stockings were wet. "Eh..." Mom
first pulled her feet out of her shoes, then slowly pulled down her soaking wet flesh-colored stockings, and then took off her
white thong. The white panties had absorbed the urine and turned slightly yellow. The toilet stall partitions
weren't very high, probably only a little over 1.7 meters. Mom was wearing high heels, which made the partitions much higher.
She had to bend over inside to take her clothes off, so as not to be discovered. Wang Peng was less than 1.6 meters tall
. Even on tiptoe, he couldn't reach the partitions. After trying a few times, he gave up on his idea of
spying on . He knew Mom would have to wait inside until class started, so he remained quiet and
stayed inside.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The bell rang for class.

The students gradually left, and the noisy restroom was empty... After a while, the restroom became completely
quiet, with only the dripping sound of water from the sink.

"There shouldn't be anyone left..." Mom thought to herself.

After confirming that no one was there, Mom gently unlocked the door and cautiously opened it, her other hand tightly clutching
a bundle of stockings and underwear. She peeked out, saw no one, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "
Tap tap ..." She stepped out of the stall, preparing to leave the restroom.

"Eek—" Another door opened.

"Ah—who is it? Wang... Wang Peng! It's you?" Mom had just reached
Wang when he immediately opened it, only to see his mother standing there, her mouth agape, a look of surprise on her face.

"Principal... Principal? What are you doing here?"

"I... I..." "I heard... some students were smoking in the toilet! Hmm... so I came to
check ." Mom couldn't think of a good reason, so she lied.

"Wang Peng, what are you doing here? Were you hiding here smoking?"

"Principal, I wasn't smoking. If you don't believe me, smell me. There's no smell of smoke. I just had diarrhea
and stayed in the toilet for a long time."

"Oh... that's good. Let's go... let's go... hurry back to class, you're going to be late."

Mom turned away, not wanting to pay attention to Wang Peng, and quickened her pace, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Today was truly
unlucky .

Wang Peng smiled and followed his mother. Suddenly, he noticed something in his mother's right hand. His eyes lit up;
he knew it was his mother's clothing.

"Principal, what are you holding?"

"Oh, this...it's just trash..."

"Principal, let me throw the trash away for you." Wang Peng reached out, ready to snatch the item from his mother's hand.

"No...no need." His mother hurriedly raised her right hand. She saw a trash can in the restroom, walked over
quickly , and threw the wad of trash in.

She turned to Wang Peng and said, "Hurry back to the classroom...you're already late." Then she quickened
her pace and walked out of the restroom without looking back.

Wang Peng stood at the restroom door, watching his mother's figure leave. He immediately rushed to the trash can,
opened the lid, and took out his mother's underwear and stockings. He grabbed them, brought them
to his nose, and inhaled deeply.

A strong smell of urine, mixed with the smell of sweat after exercise and his mother's faint perfume, completely
filled Wang Peng's nostrils. The intense stimulation went straight to his brain, and Wang Peng's penis instantly became erect, creating
a tent in his groin.

Wang Peng pulled down his pants, revealing his thick penis. He breathed heavily, inhaling
the pungent smell emanating from the stockings and underwear, while rapidly stroking his penis. After a while, he felt it wasn't
enough . He held the briefs in his left hand, smelling them, and used the stockings in his right hand to wrap around his penis, stroking it quickly. Wang Peng's sensitive
glans was constantly rubbed by the urine-soaked stockings, as if rubbing against his mother's beautiful legs. Soon, Wang Peng's
waist trembled violently, and he ejaculated, shooting all his semen into his mother's stockings...

"Huff... Huff... Chu Yanqiu, no matter what, I must have you..." Wang Peng threw the used item heavily back
into the trash can...

Inside the principal's office.

Mom rubbed her temples. "What's wrong with me today? Did I eat something wrong?"

"My skirt is wet in the back too... Luckily, I have a skirt suit in my car. I won't wear stockings for now..."

"Oh right! My things are still on the teacher's desk in the classroom. Oh well, I'll go back and get them later... Ugh..."

In the hallway, Wang Peng hummed a song as he swaggered to the classroom door.

"Wang Peng! Where have you been? You're so late!" The one who asked Wang Peng was Mr. Liu Gao,
our was 1.85 meters tall, very handsome, and had a great physique; you could tell he
went to the gym regularly.

"Um~ Something came up, so I'm a little late~" Wang Peng replied casually. Ever since Mr. Liu Gao started teaching
our class, Wang Peng seemed to dislike him, constantly arguing and going against him. Sleeping in class was
a regular occurrence, and he never handed in any homework.

"What kind of attitude is this? Get out! You don't need to come to class anymore, go stand outside!" Teacher Liu Gao said
sternly, pointing outside, clearly angry.

"Hahahaha...hahahahaha..." The whole class burst into laughter, filling the classroom with
a joyful atmosphere.

"Haha..." I laughed too. This troublemaker Wang Peng, of all people to offend, he had to offend Teacher Liu.
He really brought it on himself. If it weren't for compulsory education, he would have been expelled long ago. I curled my lip.

Wang Peng's face immediately turned gloomy. He clenched his teeth, and a vein bulged on his temple. From
the first day Teacher Liu Gao arrived, Wang Peng had been very unhappy with him because he was handsome, had a good physique, and was humorous
. Wang Peng was extremely jealous of him, which turned into extreme disgust.

"Come in, take these things to the principal's office. If you behave well, come back to your seat and listen to the lesson. Don't
try any tricks. I will ask Principal Chu if anything is missing." Teacher Liu Gao's anger subsided slightly. He didn't want to go too
far, after all, corporal punishment of students was against the rules.

"Here!" Teacher Liu Gao packed his mother's things into a bag and handed it to Wang Peng.

Wang Peng reluctantly took the bag, his face full of displeasure, and turned to leave.

"These are Chu Yanqiu's things?" Wang Peng, who was going downstairs, looked at the bag he was carrying. "Let's see what
valuables are in it." He rummaged through the bag as he went downstairs.

"Water bottle, books, bag..."

"Let's see what's in this bag."

Wang Peng furtively unzipped the bag. "Cellphone, wallet, lipstick, keys..."

"Wait, these keys..." Wang Peng picked up his mother's bunch of keys and stared at them. A wicked thought popped
into his head again, and he sped downstairs.

Soon, Wang Peng arrived at a secluded spot on the back hill of the school. As the saying goes, snakes have their paths, rats have theirs,
let alone someone as cunning as Wang Peng. He darted around and quickly reached the outside of the school.
After walking around outside for a while, he swaggered into a dilapidated little hotel.

"Hey, isn't this Wang Peng?" A bald man greeted Wang Peng with a half-smile. He was wearing
a black vest that revealed hideous scars and a large black dragon tattoo. He was clearly a
guy not to be messed with.

"Brother Guang, hello, hello," Wang Peng said with a beaming smile, his demeanor respectful, showing none of
the arrogance he displayed at school.

"Aren't you going to school? Are you trying to borrow money from me again? Didn't I say pay me back first?
You still owe me over eight thousand. Where's the money?"

"What? Eight thousand? Wasn't it five thousand?" Wang Peng cried, "Didn't I just steal an iPhone X
to pay you back last time?"

"That's the interest from the last installment. Do you understand interest? Spit it out, no loans!"

Wang Peng's anger flared, but he couldn't let it out. This Brother Guang was
involved in the underworld, dealing in all sorts of illegal businesses. He was also the local tyrant with many men. Want to owe him money and not pay it back? Just
wait to lose an arm.

"Brother Guang, I heard you have a key-cutting machine. I want to have a key made, yes, this
bunch of keys." Wang Peng took out his mother's keychain, which had over a dozen keys hanging on it.

Guang Ge smiled and said to Wang Peng, "Where did you get the key? Looks like you've got a big business to run. Three thousand a day,
consider it a loan. It's settled then.

" "I...okay...okay."

(A moment later...)

"Take it! Remember the amount you owe." "

Thank you, Guang Ge." Wang Peng was overjoyed and took the key that Guang Ge tossed to him.

School principal's office.

"Wang Peng gave it to me? I've been in the principal's office the whole time, I didn't see anyone outside." Mom sat upright
in her office chair, listening to class monitor Li Xiaoqiang's explanation. "Could it be that
Wang Peng came to the principal's office when I went to the car to get my underwear and skirt?"

"I knew Wang Peng was unreliable, so I came to ask you. He definitely stole your things. Everyone
says he's very dishonest." Li Xiaoqiang was about to continue accusing Wang Peng.

"Principal...Principal..." Wang Peng appeared at the door, panting.

"Wang Peng? Where did you go? I heard them say..." Li Xiaoqiang, who had just spoken ill of Wang Peng behind his back,
seemed a little guilty.

Wang Peng handed the bag to his mother and said, "I lost something on the way back. I went back to look for it, and it took me a long time to find it,
so I was delayed. Principal, these are your things."

"Teacher, I'll go back now..." Li Xiaoqiang said and left immediately, wondering if Wang Peng
had heard him.

His mother checked the contents of the bag and, finding nothing missing, didn't think much of it, thinking that
Wang Peng was quite responsible and not to the extent that others had described.

"Principal, I've thought it through. I did take some wrong turns before, but I will definitely listen carefully in class from now on.
I will definitely study hard from now on..." Wang Peng said a lot of things, but it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth.

"Definitely..."

A surprised smile appeared on his mother's face. In her eyes, Wang Peng had turned over a new leaf. "It's
good that you've figured it out. Your teacher knows you're an orphan and lack family love, which is why you've been so negative.
Now that you've understood, you need to listen carefully to your teachers and study hard, okay?" His mother had looked at Wang Peng's
file, which stated that his parents died in a car accident when he was eight, leaving him only a dilapidated
house.

"Many teachers have told me about your situation, but I know you're not as bad as they say.
No one is born a bad child; you just haven't chosen the right path..." "I understand what you're thinking
because... because my family wasn't a complete family either, so I've always been concerned about Xiaotian's
mental health and wanted to know what you children were thinking..." At this point, his mother's voice choked a little, but
she quickly recovered, returning to her usual calm and confident demeanor.

"By the way, after school this afternoon, would you like to come to your house? I can also find out more about your family situation." "

Okay, teacher, I'll go back to class now," Wang Peng replied with a grin. It

was a little after 5 PM at a bus stop outside the school.

It was rush hour, and the platform was packed with people. Mom had initially planned to drive to Wang Peng's house,
but after thinking about it, she decided to take the bus with him. She wanted to experience Wang Peng's
daily life and understand his student habits. She'd forgotten how long it had been since she'd last taken the bus.

Standing in the crowded throng, Mom was like a crane among chickens. No wonder—her tall figure, full breasts
, and impressive hips made her an absolute focal point. She wasn't wearing stockings; her snow-white
legs were clad in 10-centimeter heels, and her skirt barely covered half her thighs, revealing her voluptuous thighs
. Combined with her beautiful face, she exuded an air of elegance and confidence,
drawing everyone's attention. Wang Peng stood next to Mom; his head barely reached her shoulder.
Coupled with his thin frame and lecherous gaze, people unconsciously ignored him. However, what was truly surprising...
Surprisingly, the mother was holding Wang Peng's dark-skinned hand. People naturally mistook them for mother and son,
prompting sighs of disbelief that such a beautiful woman could have such an ugly offspring – defying the laws of genetics!

The bus arrived, and the crowd surged through the front door. The mother had no choice but to try and squeeze on as well, but
she couldn't keep up with the pace of the crowd. She felt like she was being pushed along, her usual elegant demeanor gone.
She was shoved into the bus by the people behind her, and could only hold Wang Peng's hand tightly, afraid of losing him.
Even before boarding, the bus was already packed; now they were cramming more people on – the driver was
heartless !

The mother, holding Wang Peng with her left hand and her right hand protectively against her chest, moved further into the bus, hoping to find a wider
spot. Soon, she found herself on the left side of the bus, facing the glass. She gripped the overhead
handrail with her right hand and held Wang Peng with her left. More people were still squeezing on; the bus was overflowing, with people
shoulder to shoulder. Mom noticed that, due to the earlier commotion, her skirt had
been pulled up slightly. She was about to loosen her grip on Wang Peng's hand to pull it down a little

when the bus driver suddenly accelerated, shoving everyone backward
. Mom lost her balance, her grip on Wang Peng's hand loosened, and she was pushed against
the window . "Smack!" Mom's hands slammed against the glass, but at the same time, her
breasts also struck the glass. From outside the bus, the scene was even more stimulating. Mom's hands were raised high,
her palms and arms slamming against the window, as if she were surrendering. But what was even more captivating
was the sight of her chest: her large breasts, pressing against her shirt, were stretched taut against the glass,
the two mounds flesh appearing spread out, forming two circular flat surfaces against the glass.

"Mmm...uh..." Mom arched her back, trying to squeeze out a little space, but the bus was
too crowded, and she couldn't find any room at all. After trying for a long time, Mom finally gave up
. She just hoped that the people outside wouldn't notice her and wouldn't see her current shameful state. Little did she
know, the person squeezing behind her was Wang Peng.

Wang Peng was overjoyed. He was pressed tightly against Mom, her buttocks against his
lower abdomen, and the swaying of the bus gave him immense stimulation. Wang Peng looked down at Mom's lower body.
Her skirt was slightly lifted, revealing her fair thighs. Wang Peng reached out his right hand and touched Mom
's thigh from time to time. Seeing that Mom didn't react, he finally put his entire hand on Mom's thigh.

Mom was probably busy looking at the scene outside and didn't notice Wang Peng's actions. Emboldened by this, Wang Peng
became bolder. He unzipped his jeans, revealing his erect penis. He tentatively
touched his mother's inner thigh, and after observing that she didn't react, he pressed his penis directly against her inner thigh. The
delicate, soft texture of his mother's thigh constantly stimulated Wang Peng's penis. As the car swayed rhythmically
, it slowly rubbed against his mother's thigh flesh, making Wang Peng feel as if he were raping his mother
's thigh with his penis. Soon, Wang Peng reached the final moment. He pressed himself against his mother forcefully, his hands also
pressed against the glass, his chest against his mother's back, his lower abdomen against his mother's large buttocks, his penis
passing between his mother's legs, his waist moving rhythmically, ejaculating onto the car.

His mother seemed to sense something amiss behind her. "Wang Peng... is that you?"

"Uh... Principal, yes, it's me, it's too crowded behind me." Wang Peng quickly zipped up his pants.

"Oh...it's you, that's good."

Wang Peng moved back a little, and his mother finally didn't have to press herself against the glass anymore.

...

"Wang Peng, this is your home?" His mother looked at the dilapidated bungalow in front of her, and in such a remote
place.

"Yes, Principal, please come in and sit down..."

As soon as his mother entered Wang Peng's home, a foul smell hit her, and she couldn't help but cover her nose with her hand.

"Wang Peng, how can you stay in a house this messy?" Wang Peng's home was piled with clutter,
garbage was carelessly thrown on the floor, and a table was covered with various snacks, instant noodles, and drinks. However, given Wang Peng
's financial situation, it was obvious whether these things were bought.

"Principal, I've been used to it since I was little. Anyway, it's fine for me to live alone..."

"Alone... Ugh..." "Wang Peng, do you know? A clean and tidy home actually
has a very positive effect on a person's spirit. How about this, you get the broom, let's clean this place together."

"No way... I'm exhausted... I hate cleaning the most."

...

"Wang Peng, throw away this trash." "Oh." Looking at his mother diligently cleaning, Wang Peng pouted.

"Principal, would you like some drinks? Coke or orange juice? You've been working for so long, take a break."

"Okay, I'll have some orange juice, thank you."

Wang Peng went to the kitchen to get a cup. When he came back, he saw his mother with her back to him, bent over
wiping the table with a rag. His mother's buttocks were sticking up high, the outline of her buttocks showing through her pencil skirt. With his mother's
movements of wiping the table, her buttocks kept swaying back and forth, as if she was seducing a man to have sex with her.

Wang Peng's penis instantly got hard again. He hid behind the sofa and took out his penis to masturbate. After wiping
the table turned around and saw Wang Peng peeking out from behind the sofa, doing something.

"Wang Peng, what are you doing?" "Principal, I...I'm picking up the trash under the sofa."

Actually, Wang Peng was kneeling behind the sofa, masturbating while talking to Mom. "Ah...I came
..." Wang Peng accelerated his masturbation, ejaculating a thick stream of semen into the water glass.

...

"Huff...huff...Remember to keep things clean from now on, okay?" After cleaning, Mom sat on the sofa,
slightly out of breath.

"I remember, Principal, have some orange juice." Wang Peng smiled and handed Mom the glass with both hands.

"Thank you, Wang Peng, you're so good." Mom smiled with satisfaction, picked up the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This orange juice...tastes a bit strange..." Mom frowned, sniffing the glass.
"Burp~" Mom burped, the strange taste rising in her throat.

"Could it be expired? No way," Wang Peng feigned confusion.

"Never mind~~it's nothing." Mom glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ah, it's past seven. I need to go home and cook
for Xiao Tian."

Mom stood up, but after reaching the door, she paused, turned back, opened her bag,
took out a thousand yuan from her wallet, and handed it to Wang Peng, saying earnestly, "Wang Peng, take this money.
Go buy something good to eat. Don't eat instant noodles anymore, they're not nutritious, you know?"

Oh, Mom is such a kind-hearted person, but do you know how your student treats you? He
masturbated in front of you, making you drink all his semen.

Wang Peng sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching his mother leave, patting the ten hundred-yuan bills in his hand.

"I heard Brother Guang got some new stuff. Let's go see what good stuff he has."

That evening, at home.

"Son, is this soup good? If it's good, drink more."

"Enough, enough, Mom, you should have some too."

Dinner time is the happiest time of my life. Every night since I was little, Mom has prepared a delicious
dinner. Even though it's just the two of us at home, we're never lonely. We chat and laugh, and the house
is filled with a warm atmosphere.

Mom is very good to me; she always keeps putting food on my plate, and
a sweet smile appears on her face after she sees me eat. I wonder if Mom is spoiling me too much, but I don't dare tell her,
afraid of hurting her feelings.

"By the way, Mom, have you noticed Wang Peng? He's acting strange today."

"Wang Peng? His attitude has improved recently. It's a good thing he's willing to change."

"He'll change? I'd rather believe pigs fly." That's what I think anyway.

"Mom hopes he won't go astray. Actually, Wang Peng's family background has a big influence on him. Without
his parents ' guidance... never mind..."

"Mom, I'm full. I'm going back to my room."

"Don't spend so much time on the computer. Remember to take a break."

After returning to my room, I casually closed the door and quietly locked it.

I turned on the computer, entered a familiar website address—a site specifically for mature women enthusiasts.
Looking at the various pictures and videos of mature women on the screen, I took off my pants, reached out and masturbated, quickly
ejaculating a small amount of semen.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling screen.

Although I outwardly despise Wang Peng for watching mature women's videos all day, I'm actually a mature woman fetishist,
a wife fetishist. I find mature women much more attractive than young girls. It's said online that
sons raised by single mothers often have Oedipus complexes, and I think I'm one of them, with a special affection for my mother. Although I
admit I have an Oedipus complex, I never dare to do anything excessive.

In my heart, my mother is noble and great. Even though I might fantasize about her, I wouldn't allow
anyone else to. My mother is sacred and inviolable. When I heard that my math teacher, Liu Gao,
was , I felt very sad, but I wouldn't stop him. I understand that my mother has been single for so
many years and deserves a man to accompany her, take care of her, and cherish her.

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