The English teacher with long, flowing hair

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That night, San'er and I managed to get the unconscious eldest brother onto the tricycle I had brought him to, and then took
him, bandaged up, to my house. The eldest brother had his own home, but he lived alone, and San'er
was worried about him being home alone, so she begged me to take him to my house.

I hesitated at first, but looking into San'er's beautiful eyes, I felt I couldn't refuse.

San'er and I carried the eldest brother back to my house. My house was a single-story house then, with three rooms in the middle, a living room, and
my mother's and my bedrooms on either side. The toilet and bathroom were in a side room. It was past ten o'clock at night,
and my mother was still working overtime and hadn't come home yet. I put the eldest brother on my bed, and then San'er and I helped him
wash up and changed him into my clothes. When I took off the eldest brother's pants, his limp penis
was still quite large. I didn't know how big it was when erect, but I felt a little jealous.

When San'er left, I hugged her again, and my hand grabbed her large breasts through her clothes. But
San'er was as slippery as an eel and easily escaped. She told me from afar to take good care of
the eldest . I remained there, savoring the soft feeling left on my hand.

I didn't know when Mom came back. The next day was the weekend, and I slept in late before Mom
woke me up for breakfast. Then Mom noticed the eldest's head was bandaged. The eldest was also awake,
staring blankly at Mom.

Mom asked me what had happened. I lied, saying that the eldest had
slipped and fallen from the windowsill, injuring his head. Since his parents weren't home, and the homeroom
teacher had encouraged everyone to be helpful, I had taken him home temporarily. The eldest was alright and
could go home today.

While I was talking to Mom, the eldest was still staring blankly at her, only sweetly greeting me
after , "Hello, Auntie!"

Only then did I notice Mom's clothes. As usual, Mom took a shower first thing in the morning
, and then came to my bedroom in her bathrobe to wake me up. Since it's usually just Mom and me at home,
Mom dressed casually; the bathrobe was just tied loosely, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Mom is a TV announcer; not only does she have a sweet voice, but she's also beautiful, with a slender waist, full breasts, and long,
beautiful hair piled up behind her head. She doesn't look like a woman who's thirty-six at all, but rather like a beautiful and charming
young woman.

Actually, Mom's bathrobe wasn't revealing at all; the white silk was just slightly see-
through . Since Mom wasn't wearing a bra, the delicate silk clung to her full breasts, making her trembling breasts
appear full and high, with two light-colored nipples protruding from the bathrobe, two round points.

Mom looked down to check on her eldest son's injury. She bent over, her full breasts, like ripe peaches,
bulging and straining against the bathrobe, seemingly about to burst out at any moment. Her eldest son was stunned.

Mom said she'd change the eldest son's dressing in a bit and told us to get up and have breakfast. She then turned and went to the kitchen to make
breakfast. The eldest son seemed to only then come to his senses. He seemed to have forgotten
the , and instead, without any restraint, he reached into his underwear and rubbed his penis, exclaiming,
"Your mom's got a hot body! Look at those breasts, they're so damn hot!"

I got angry and punched him, saying, "Get lost! Go see your mom!"

The eldest son was unfazed by my retort. He casually replied, "Of course I've seen my mom's. My mom
's breasts aren't small, but they're not as big as your mom's, and they're a bit saggy, probably from all those other
men been with."

He spoke so casually, but I was shocked and pressed him for details.

But he avoided the question. He simply said, "Your mom isn't much better. I bet when
your dad's not home, those big tits of hers have been played with by plenty of men."

This time, I was speechless. My older brother was right; just two days ago, I had witnessed
my mother and a man in a disgusting scene. That night, my mother worked late as usual. I had already
gone to bed when she came home, accompanied by an uncle. Through the wall, I
could hear them talking quietly. I realized that the man was my mother's boss, whom she called the director. He had driven
her home.

There's a skylight between my bedroom and the living room, which is usually closed. But
because it was hot those days, I stood on the desk by the skylight and opened it, which allowed me to clearly
hear my mother and the director's conversation.

The director was praising my mother effusively, apparently because she had recently landed
a big advertising deal with the TV station.

My mother's words betrayed her drunkenness; it seemed her colleagues at the TV station had given her quite a drink to celebrate the deal
. I'd heard my mother mention this advertisement before; it was about a newly built
hot spring . It was a large project spearheaded by city leaders. Besides the hotel and entertainment
facilities, the resort also included a large area of townhouses for sale.

Originally, the project's advertisement was intended for the provincial television station, but my mother managed to
get the advertising slots for the city television station where she worked. In addition to selling prime-time advertising slots, the real estate company also bought
midnight slots for continuous broadcasting, earning the city television station a considerable amount of advertising revenue.

My mother, of course, also benefited greatly. The clever mother temporarily set up an advertising company,
using the company's name to represent the real estate project's advertising. She gave the television advertising slots to the city television station
for a fee, and then gave the print advertising slots to several newspapers, including the evening paper, earning
additional income.

My mother worked so hard to earn money because we were desperately short of cash at the time. When my father left, he took
all the remaining savings from the family, and the old house had already been seized by the bank as collateral for a loan.
At that time, another loan my father had taken out was also due. He could delay repaying the private loans,
but if he didn't repay the bank loans, he might go to jail. But misfortune never comes singly; Grandpa's
old illness relapsed, requiring money for hospitalization, and Mom had been extremely busy and overwhelmed lately.

Therefore, when the deal was finally finalized, Mom was overjoyed, which is probably why
she drank a few extra glasses that evening.

The director continued to shower Mom with sweet words, but his words became increasingly ambiguous.

"You didn't lose out on this deal, did you? I noticed Mr. Gao from the real estate company always
leering at you, like he wanted to devour you," the director asked.

"Director, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Gao is a nice guy. I just agreed to be their spokesperson for the hot spring resort and
shoot some commercials, nothing else," Mom said.

"I don't believe you. You're so beautiful, any man would want to sleep with you if given the chance,"
the director said lewdly.

"Director, no..." Mom suddenly cried out, seemingly trying to stop the director from doing something.
For some reason, hearing Mom's words made my heart pound. I jumped out of bed
and tiptoed onto my desk, peering through the skylight into the living room.

Mom and the director were sitting on the sofa in the living room. The main light wasn't on, only
the floor was lit, filling the room with a dim, yellowish light. Mom was wearing a white shirt, a black suit skirt,
flesh-colored stockings (black stockings weren't very fashionable back then), and black high heels. Her jet-
black hair was piled up, and her snow-white face was beautiful and captivating. The stark black and white color scheme made Mom
look capable and beautiful.

Her shirt was rather tight, accentuating her slender figure and delicate waist. Beneath the tight shirt, a pair of
full , firm breasts stood erect, as if they might burst open at any moment. The top
two buttons of her shirt were undone, alluringly revealing a glimpse of cleavage and the lace edge of her bra. Seeing
Mom dressed like this, not only the director, but even I, her own son, felt my penis harden.

In contrast, the director looked somewhat sleazy. He was probably in his forties
, somewhat overweight; his once crisp shirt was bulging from his protruding belly, and he had to
pull his trousers up to his stomach to prevent them from falling down. His head was balding (because I was standing high, I could
see his bald spot), with only a few strands of hair around the edges, which he tried to comb towards the center, seemingly trying to conceal the
bald spot reflecting the light.

At this moment, one of the director's hands was on Mom's thigh, which was covered in flesh-colored stockings, while the other hand was trying to
reach around her slender waist. While struggling to push away the director's hand on her lap, Mom kept
backing away until her body was blocked by the sofa armrest, unable to retreat any further.

"Director, please don't do this, we...we both have families..." Mom said, struggling
between words .

"Baby, be good, let me do it again. Ever since I did it to you last time, I've been thinking about you every day.
Every time I watch you broadcasting, my dick gets unbearably hard." The director's previous refined demeanor completely
vanished, replaced by a lewd grin.

"Last time, last time you got me drunk..." Mom's face suddenly turned red.

"But you woke up later, didn't you? I asked you if you wanted me to continue,
and what ? Who was it that kept shouting that they wanted it?" The director said with a lewd grin.

"I...I was drunk, I thought you were my husband..." Mom's face turned even redder.

"Then tonight you'll treat me like your husband again. Your husband hasn't been by your side for so long,
don't you miss him?" The director squeezed the mother into the corner between the sofa back and armrest,
preventing her from retreating further, but she still resisted. "Don't worry, I definitely won't mistreat
you. I know you're short of money, and your man owes a lot. How about this, from now on, all the station's advertising
business will be handled by your company. The station will only charge you the minimum fee. As for your man's
bank loans, you can use your company's name to get new loans from the bank to pay off your man's old loans.
The station can provide loan guarantees. As for the new loans, you don't have to pay them back. Anyway, it's a limited liability
company . If it goes bankrupt, the station will help you pay them back. It's all government money..." Although the director was blinded by
lust, he was still clear-headed and logical.

Whether it was the director's words that moved the mother, or perhaps just the alcohol, her resistance
grew weaker and weaker. The director seized the opportunity to pull the mother's slender waist close, and his two thick lips pressed against
her sexy lips.

Although the director had a lewd appearance, he was probably an experienced womanizer. He wasn't in a hurry to tear off my mother
's clothes, but instead, while gently kissing her, he lightly caressed her
breasts, waist, buttocks, and thighs through her clothes with one hand. My mother's eyes gradually became hazy.

So when the director reached out to unbutton the top of her blouse, she didn't resist anymore…
The

director unbuttoned the top two buttons of my mother's blouse,
revealing her firm breasts encased in lace lingerie. My mother's breasts were full and snow-white, a pair of proud and perfect breasts, tight and full. My mother's breasts
didn't sag, largely because I wasn't breastfed directly after birth. My mother
had plenty of milk, but she almost never let me suckle from her nipple, instead using a breast pump to express the milk and
feeding it to me in a bottle. Later, I heard from my grandfather that my mother had an abundance of breast milk, more than I could possibly drink, and it seemed a waste
to throw it away . At the time, my grandparents lived with us and took care of my mother, so they all drank
her breast milk…

Because it was summer, and my mother's breasts were already quite full, her bra was only a thin
layer. Through the bra, the rosy areolas and hardened, erect
nipples . But the director didn't touch my mother's nipples; instead, he lowered his head and kissed the flesh of her breasts
outside her bra.

The director's tongue was long and agile; he continuously kissed and licked my mother's cleavage and her white, tender breasts,
then moved upwards, kissing her sexy, protruding collarbone and snow-white neck, all the way to her
ears . My mother's body was clearly limp; she leaned weakly against the back of the sofa, her breathing becoming
muffled and rapid.

The director kissed the mother's sensitive earlobe while simultaneously rolling up her skirt until it was
completely tucked into her waistband. She was then left wearing only thin underwear, flesh-colored
stockings, and black high heels. Whether from shyness or excitement, a blush
rose .

The director lifted her up, positioning her on the armrest of the sofa, making it
easier for him to passionately kiss her breasts. His tongue was powerful, each stroke gliding over her delicate skin...
His mother's breasts trembled involuntarily. His large hands effortlessly parted her
long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness of her vulva, but the director
didn't caress her throbbing opening. Instead, he rubbed her calves and
the outer sides of her thighs, occasionally brushing his hand over her buttocks.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she almost involuntarily let out a moan. Her
body had shifted from resistance to submission, from submission to acceptance…

The director suddenly released her. She was startled, seemingly reluctant to let go, but the director
lifted her long, stocking-clad legs.

Having studied local opera since elementary school, her legs were long, smooth, and beautiful. The director kissed her from
her . She was a little embarrassed, but
one of her feet was firmly held by the director, unable to move.

The director carefully removed Mom's high heels as if admiring a work of art, then brought
her silk-stockinged feet to his nose and inhaled deeply. Mom blushed deeply, but
had no choice but to let him kiss her toes. Mom's legs were wide open, her panties already
soaked with her own fluids…

Just then, the phone beside the sofa rang. Mom was startled, but
before , the director had already pressed the speakerphone button. A familiar voice came from the other end—
it was Dad.

The call was connected, and Mom couldn't hang up. She struggled to turn over, trying to reach for the receiver
. But the director twisted her hands behind her back, forcing her to kneel on the sofa with her buttocks raised
.

Because her hands were tied behind her back, Mom's head could only helplessly rest on the sofa armrest, her dark
hair falling from her snow-white face, obscuring her shy, beautiful eyes. On the phone next to the sofa armrest
, Dad was excitedly talking about how he was in a county near the coal mine, that their mine had started producing coal, and
that he was delivering the first truckload to the county today…

Mom forced herself to calm down and answered cautiously. Dad kept talking, completely
unaware that Mom, half-naked, was being pinned down on the sofa by the director.

The director grinned lewdly, roughly ripping off Mom's panties with one hand, then pulled out his
large , erect penis, pressing the purplish-red glans against the wet crevice between Mom's legs from behind
. Before Mom could resist, the director thrust his hips forward, the hot glans forcing open the tender flesh of Mom's vulva, and the entire
penis plunged in. Mom couldn't help but groan "Ah!"

Dad suddenly stopped talking on the other end of the phone, paused, and asked Mom what was wrong.

Mom tried to calm herself down and told Dad that she had accidentally pricked her hand while
knitting .

Dad said, "I thought you were moaning." Mom said coquettishly, "You're so annoying."

The director's large penis began to thrust rapidly into Mom's body. His dark, thick penis, with bulging veins,
was glistening with Mom's vaginal fluids. His scrotum was large and dark; each time it entered fully, it
slammed against Mom's sensitive clitoris. The dual stimulation of her vagina and clitoris made Mom want to
moan , but because Dad was still enthusiastically discussing his coal mine on the other end of the phone, she had
to bite her hair to suppress the sound.

The director grew increasingly smug. He used one hand to hold down Mom
's hands, which were tied behind her back, and the other hand reached to her chest, roughly tearing off her bra and using it to
bind her hands behind her back. His hands then reached to her breasts, roughly kneading her
delicate white flesh. His thick fingers twisted and deformed her rosy, erect nipples.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mom interrupted Dad's incessant chatter on the other end of the phone, saying,
"Honey, I miss you. Hearing you talk makes me want to... ah... ah..." Mom began to moan
unrestrainedly .

Mom's lie seemed to spur the director on, who intensified his
brutal thrusting with his thick penis, showing no mercy. Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Dad said with some delight, "Wife, I
want to fuck . You're not masturbating, are you? Haha, I love hearing your moans..."

Mom mumbled a reply, her body becoming even more wanton. She actively twisted her soft, slender
waist , welcoming the director with her snow-white, wave-like buttocks. Her buttocks clenched tightly, making the director's thrusting
extremely difficult, but this also gave him immense stimulation. Just
as , Mom's abdominal muscles suddenly tensed. She stretched her kneeling legs back, wrapping them around the director
's legs kneeling behind her, pressing his body tightly against her snow-white buttocks. The director's penis was deeply
inserted into my mother's vagina. Because her legs were wrapped around his, he couldn't move.
My mother's slender waist twisted like a snake, her abdominal muscles tightening and relaxing. From my angle, I couldn't see
what was happening inside her, but I could see the director's body becoming increasingly stiff, as if
all muscles had been hardened by some intense stimulation.

My mother's hands had already broken free, and she hung up the phone with
my father . My mother was vigorously twisting her hips, and the director's body
was trembling uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted. His mouth was open in a round "o" shape, but he could only make hoarse sounds. I then
realized that the director was ejaculating. If each tremor was a spurt of semen, then
the director had ejaculated inside my mother at least ten times…
[This post was edited by zhjn0610 on 2014-02-02 at 20:50]

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