The Story of the Adulterous Mother (Campus Edition)

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teacher Wei Meizhen:

When I was in my third year of junior high school, I went home early one day. Just as I reached the gate of my yard, I suddenly saw a bald man wearing tattered work clothes, furtively peeping at my window.

I had never seen this man before, so he probably wasn't from our area; but judging from his work clothes, he didn't seem unemployed. I was young then, and seeing this bald stranger made me inexplicably afraid. Remembering my parents' constant reminders to be careful, I became even more frightened… For a moment, I stood helplessly at the gate of my own yard; at the same time, my mother, who taught at the town's key high school, had just finished work and must have just come home.

My mother's surname is Wei, and she has a beautiful name, Wei Meizhen. She is 36 years old and teaches art at the county high school.

My mother is a renowned beauty in the area. Not only is her face stunning—large eyes, long eyelashes, and flowing black hair—but she also maintains a remarkably perfect figure. Approaching forty, she still possesses a slender waist, full, shapely hips, and long, beautiful legs… It's no exaggeration to say that every part of my mother's body is enough to make any man drool with desire.

Furthermore, I've always thought of my mother as a gentle, quintessential wife and mother.

That day, upon returning home, like most working women, the first thing my mother did was change her clothes.

Of course, she didn't realize anyone was outside the window, so she didn't draw the curtains and began undressing.

My mother methodically unbuttoned her shirt and took off her vest, revealing her enormous breasts, easily a 32F, white and round, like two ripe coconuts.

Then, my mother paused, then reached behind her back and began unhooking her bra one clasp at a time. A deep cleavage immediately appeared between her high, firm breasts. Once all the clasps were off, the bra cups separated, and instantly, my mother's large breasts lost their support, swaying and hanging precariously on her snow-white chest. At that moment

, I saw the bald man pull his penis out of his pants, seemingly masturbating.

Having taken off her top, and before she could even change, my mother quickly took off her floral skirt, revealing her sexy, plump buttocks encased in flesh-colored stockings… From a young age, my mother especially loved wearing stockings; she never wore trousers, only skirts, all year round. Her collection of stockings and pantyhose of all shapes and colors was countless.

One Mother's Day, naively, I saved up my allowance for months and bought my mom a set of imported sexy garter stockings. However, on Mother's Day, instead of winning her favor, I got a scolding from my dad… After

my mom changed inside, the bald man who had been spying on me outside was still rubbing his penis rapidly. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something was wrong and turned around alertly—sure enough! A middle school student, still looking very young, was standing at the gate, staring blankly at him… Then

, the bald man, without even unzipping his pants, took off running and fled my yard.

After he left, it took me a while to come to my senses and realize I should hurry home. I picked up the doorbell, ready to ring it, but then another problem arose: there was more than one person in my house. On the sofa next to the dining table, the principal of my mother's high school was lounging lazily, holding our family's teacup.

Seeing that my mother had changed her clothes, the principal put down his tea, a lewd grin on his face, and beckoned her to sit on his lap. My mother blushed, initially a little embarrassed, but still steeled herself and went over, plopping down on the principal's lap. Before she was even properly seated, the principal impatiently reached under her armpits and grabbed her two large breasts. He squeezed

one breast in each hand, kneading them wantonly, and said with satisfaction, "Hmm, they feel so soft without a bra!"

At this moment, I was completely dumbfounded… In a panic, I quickly ran to the window, the very spot where the bald man had been spying on my mother, and secretly observed her.

"I already gave you a blowjob in the office… why did you follow me home…?" my mother said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"One blowjob is enough? My beauty, you have no idea, I almost went crazy from holding it in when I went on that godforsaken business trip the other day! Come on, let's hurry up and make the most of this while your husband's not around!" With that, the principal started unbuckling his belt. My mother watched, sighed, and turned her head away, her expression very complicated.

The principal asked my mother to give him oral sex again, saying that he would fuck her once his penis was hard, and that it wouldn't take any time.

My mother had no choice but to obediently nod.

Next, I saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her smooth upper body facing the door, including her two large, coconut-like breasts. She skillfully stroked the principal's penis with her hand, gently sliding from the glans to the scrotum. Soon, the principal's penis became erect, so my mother quickly buried her head in his crotch, then opened her mouth wide and took most of his penis into her mouth.

My mother's oral skills were superb. She would gently scrape the principal's glans with the tip of her tongue, then alternately suck on his testicles, making "plop, plop" sounds. The whole sequence was performed rhythmically, neither too fast nor too slow. While sucking and spitting out the principal's penis, my mother deliberately raised her buttocks high, swaying them from side to side occasionally.

In less than ten minutes, under my mother's excellent oral service, the principal's penis was experiencing waves of pleasure, a tingling, numb sensation. Naturally, his ugly penis finally became erect.

Then, before the principal could give any instructions, my mother silently stood up and consciously began to remove her underwear and stockings, but not completely. Her sexy rose-red thong and flesh-colored pantyhose still clung alluringly to her snakeskin high heels.

My mother straddled the principal's hairy body, her legs spread wide. She guided his penis with her delicate hands, leading it towards her vagina.

"Ah..."

With a scream, the principal's glans parted her labia, his penis thrusting deep into her wet vagina.

"Come on! Move yourself, hurry!"

Under the principal's command, my mother endured the stinging pain inside her vagina, bobbing up and down repeatedly... Instantly, I saw through the window that my mother's plump body was rippling with flesh, her two full breasts, like two large, fleshy bells, violently swinging back and forth.

At that moment, seeing such a sensual and erotic scene in real life for the first time, I found myself unconsciously aroused, even though I knew perfectly well that the naked woman being violently penetrated was my own mother.

While thoroughly enjoying my mother's plump, fleshy vulva, the principal didn't forget to reach out and grab her two bouncing breasts. Showing no tenderness, he repeatedly squeezed my mother's chest, kneading her pitiful breasts into various shapes…

Later, I learned that my mother's affair with her principal actually dates back several years: at that time, my mother was a homeroom teacher for a class in the first year of high school. In the second semester, all the first-year students and teachers were about to face the "class placement test" for the second year.

Because of a moment of greed, my mother accepted a red envelope from a student's parent, containing about several thousand yuan. My mother promised to help that parent's child get into a "fast-track class" in the second year, regardless of the child's test scores.

As it turned out, things didn't go as planned. That brat was truly disappointing; by the end of his first year of high school, his test scores were even worse than usual, and his final score was far below the minimum requirement for the "advanced class." My mother, being just an ordinary homeroom teacher, couldn't possibly change the situation... Naturally, she couldn't help that parent with the class reassignment.

Seeing that he had given the bribe and received the money, but the deal hadn't worked out, the parent angrily reported my mother to the education bureau.

Finally, the principal learned the whole story and privately approached my mother, asking if she was still willing to continue working there. My mother, of course, said "yes" and nodded, pleading with the principal for help. Then, the principal was very direct; he openly told my mother that he had always had romantic feelings for her, and if she agreed to sleep with him a few times, the bribe matter would be settled.

My mother's heart clenched upon hearing this; how could she, an innocent and respectable woman, engage in such a shameful transaction? But then my mother thought about the regulations from the Education Bureau, and she felt extremely troubled and helpless. After all, given the family's situation, her husband's salary was average, and her son was a baby. The stable, easy job of a teacher was something my mother absolutely couldn't give up.

Finally, after much deliberation, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly agreed to the principal's request.

...

Half an hour later, the principal and my mother finished. They quickly tidied up and sneaked out through the back door. I checked my watch; it was almost my usual dismissal time. So, I pretended to be calm and used my key to open the door and go home.

For the next few days, I was restless. Every afternoon at school, I hoped the teachers would let us out early so I could go home early again and peep at my mother and the principal's lovemaking. But things didn't go as planned. On the rare occasions when school let out early, I rushed home excitedly, but my mother was nowhere to be found.

It seems that was just an accident; otherwise, the principal wouldn't have said something like, "Let's hurry up and make the most of your husband's absence today!"

There's no doubt that my mother and her principal had an improper relationship; but since they usually didn't meet at home, where did they typically meet in secret? This question truly baffled me.

Until one evening, the answer was finally revealed.

It was a weekend, and the three of us had dinner at home. We planned to stroll along the newly built pedestrian street in the county, as we'd heard there was a promotion going on and it was incredibly crowded.

Just before we left, the phone rang. My father answered, and upon hearing it was my mother's principal calling, he immediately showered her with polite greetings, spewing all sorts of flattering words.

Listening to this, I found it utterly ridiculous, thinking: "He's already slept with your slutty wife, and you're still sucking up to him! Dad, you're wearing a really big green hat!"

The principal didn't let my mother answer the phone. Instead, he told my father to tell her directly that there would be a meeting for homeroom teachers at 7:30 pm tonight in the school auditorium. To prepare for the Education Bureau's inspection next week, all teachers were required to be punctual and not allowed to take leave.

My mother's heart sank upon receiving the notice. Her suddenly furrowed brow revealed strong resistance. Could it be that this so-called "homeroom teacher meeting" was just an excuse, and the principal actually wanted my mother to meet him secretly tonight?

My mind raced. Thinking about this, I suddenly had a jolt of realization: all those impromptu late-night workdays and spontaneous business trips my mother took were apparently summoned by the principal? For so many years, my father and I had been completely unaware!

"Hurry up and pack your things! Your principal emphasized that no one is allowed to be late," my father urged my mother, his anxiety palpable.

"Thank you for your hard work, wife!"

...

After my mother left, I made an excuse to go to a classmate's house to do my homework and followed her out.

I knew the location of my mother's school very well. There were many empty classrooms opposite the building where the auditorium was located, and I planned to hide there and spy. On the way, I spent several months' worth of allowance on a high-end pair of binoculars. As the saying goes, "A skilled craftsman must first sharpen his tools."

Judging by the situation, this binoculars would be very useful from now on, so the money was well spent!

(This pair of binoculars is the first piece of equipment on the protagonist's "Green Mother Journey," please note, readers.) Tonight, the school was almost deserted, unusually quiet; even the night security guard was nowhere to be seen.

When my mother arrived, sure enough, only she and the principal were in the auditorium. Seeing that my mother had finally arrived, the principal hurriedly closed the door and quickly stripped my mother naked.

Then, my mother knelt naked on the floor and gave the principal oral sex. My mother's head was buried in the principal's crotch, bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice. Tonight, she was giving the principal oral sex more vigorously and passionately than the last time she did it at my house, perhaps because she wasn't afraid of being discovered. From my mother's flushed, alluring cheeks and her large, involuntary, slightly swaying buttocks, it was clear that she was doing her best to make the principal feel good.

The principal squinted, enjoying my mother sucking his testicles and licking his penis, while occasionally giving her instructions. Unfortunately, I was in the opposite school building, and while my binoculars allowed me to see everything clearly, I couldn't hear anything.

To overcome this "hearing" obstacle, I carefully considered my options and decided to risk sneaking into the auditorium to spy—if I wanted to conduct a more in-depth "investigation" of my mother, I needed to hear what they were saying.

Fortunately, the auditorium at my mother's high school was large, and I found a gap between a row of seats and quietly hid.

While close-up spying made me nervous, it also allowed me to see much more clearly. Clearly, my mother was very familiar with the principal's penis. Her nimble little tongue circled the glans, darting around the urethral opening, and then licked it back and forth from bottom to top... The characteristic "rustling" sucking sounds of oral sex continued for about half an hour until the principal finally climaxed!

He ejaculated, spraying my mother's face with white semen.

After giving the principal a blowjob, my mother didn't rest. She picked up a small stool, sat on it naked from the waist down, and began chatting with the principal while massaging his legs and feet.

"This old devil really knows how to enjoy himself... Why doesn't he just die!"

I cursed the principal silently in my mind.

To prevent anyone outside the auditorium from seeing, although the chances were slim... Director Liu still rewarded my mother with a white tank top. The vest was small and transparent. When my mother wore it, her two high, full breasts bulged noticeably outwards, and through the pale white fabric, her two dark brown nipples were clearly visible, erect.

Just as my mother sat naked on the small stool, dutifully serving their principal, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps… Oh dear, I forgot to close the door when I sneaked in… I realized then.

A few seconds later, another man appeared.

The principal and my mother were startled, but upon closer inspection, hehe, no problem, it was the school's dean of students!

"Principal, you're so clueless! You're just enjoying yourself by yourself, you didn't even call me?" "Haha, I heard you were playing mahjong with some teachers tonight, I reckon it'll be well into the night again... So, having nothing better to do at home, I just called this slut out for a quick treat!" "Ugh, don't even mention it! Those teachers are cunning, I lost a whole hundred bucks tonight alone!" The head of student affairs sighed, complaining about his terrible luck at mahjong. "

You, the head of student affairs, those young teachers would dare to conspire to cheat you out of your money?" "Not really."

The head of student affairs had a gloomy face, knowing the principal's words had a hidden meaning, but he didn't want to engage with it. At that moment, his eyes and heart were only for my mother.

Immediately, the head of discipline, without any politeness, pulled my mother up from the small stool and said, "What, Teacher Wei, you've been here for so long, aren't you going to do anything?" Hearing this, my mother, who had just stood up, was about to kneel down again to help him unbuckle his belt and give him a blowjob.

"Don't rush to kneel, come on, let me touch you!"

The head of discipline reached into my mother's white undershirt and, in front of the principal, began to fondle my mother's full breasts.

In the head of discipline's hands, my mother's large breasts were like dough, being flattened, kneaded, and manipulated at will, changing their shape in various ways. Every now and then, the head of discipline would mischievously pull my mother's nipples outwards, stretching them out two or three centimeters, and then letting go, letting the nipples spring back on their own.

My mother stood there dumbfounded, letting the head of discipline play with her breasts, completely afraid to resist.

"Stop hesitating, I've already had my fun... How about this, you take Teacher Wei away first, have your fun, and I'll keep watch for you in the auditorium!"

"That'll be satisfying! Thanks, Principal."

With that, the Dean of Students, without looking back, put his arm around my mother and headed towards the storeroom behind the auditorium.

...

I never imagined that besides the principal, the Dean of Students was also having an affair with my mother!

That night, I got home close to ten o'clock. My dad was waiting for me angrily at the front door, and then he launched into a tirade, saying that I was coming home so late, who knows if I went to do homework with my classmates or was causing trouble somewhere outside!

Looking at my father's face, veins bulging with anger, and thinking about the phone call he made to the principal before leaving, I used to find it laughable, but now I completely understood how pathetic and pitiful my father was.

That night, my mother came home even later than me, around one in the morning, and I vaguely heard her unlock the door. My father was already fast asleep, completely unconscious. As for me, having suddenly discovered my mother's enormous secret, I naturally couldn't sleep, yet I was extremely tired… So I tossed and turned in bed for hours, feeling incredibly depressed and frustrated.

About a week later, something else happened. This matter was simply too…unspeakable. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer and decided to confront my mother!

The next afternoon, I used appendicitis as an excuse to ask my teacher for leave to go home early.

Seeing me "in pain" and covered in sweat, the teacher didn't ask any further questions and let me go. But at the end, the teacher still reminded me: "Go find your parents immediately, don't wander around outside alone."

I nodded sincerely.

Indeed, I had originally planned to go find my mother.

When I arrived at my mother's high school, since we'd all known each other for over ten years, the security guard, Uncle Li, asked me why I wasn't in class during the day and was here.

"I'm bringing something to my mother; she forgot it at home,"

I lied.

After easily fooling Grandpa Li, I navigated the campus with practiced ease and went straight to my mother's office on the second floor.

Unfortunately, she wasn't in her office; she was probably teaching a class. The other teachers greeted me when they saw me, but their eyes were filled with strangeness. I was used to it, though. Over the years, the teachers at the school had always given me and my father a complicated and odd look.

"Xiaowei, sit for a moment. Your mother will be done with class soon,"

a male teacher who seemed to have a good relationship with my mother said to me.

Of course, I had finally managed to get a day off today, and I couldn't let myself go to a dead end.

After sitting in my mother's office for a while, I suddenly saw a familiar figure pass by the window—it was the principal!

Out of sight, out of mind, but now that I saw him with my own eyes, walking right under my nose, seeing this well-dressed principal, this lecherous man who preyed on innocent women, I was instantly filled with rage! My mother was, after all, a victim; it was better to ask the principal directly than to ask her. Acting on my thoughts

was my usual style.

I ran out of the office and silently followed the principal; he probably thought I was just a student and didn't recognize me.

Until we found a quiet corner, I suddenly rushed forward and slapped the principal hard on the shoulder.

The principal turned around, saw me—a kid who looked like a student—and immediately frowned, his eyes flashing with a fierce light

. He thought: Which student is so bold as to joke with the principal and even lay a hand on him? But quickly, the principal realized I was Ms. Wei Meizhen's son… In an instant, all his stern, fierce, and condescending expression vanished. The principal's face was full of gentle smiles as he asked, "Xiao Wei, are you here to see your mother?"

I didn't waste any words with him and immediately recounted everything that had happened that afternoon at my house and the previous night in the school auditorium, including the time, place, and details. I warned him not to try to ruin my parents' relationship, and that I had not only witnessed both incidents but had also secretly recorded them on my phone.

To strike a snake, you must strike its vital spot. The principal was extremely nervous at the time, and he didn't even have the heart to deny it, let alone doubt whether I really took pictures with my phone...

Later, the principal took me to his private principal's office and recounted in detail, from beginning to end, how he had been manipulating my mother for so long: As mentioned earlier, a few years ago, my mother was still a homeroom teacher at the school. Later, because she accepted bribes from parents but failed to help them get things done, she was reported to the education bureau by the students' parents and almost lost her job as a teacher. In the end, the principal personally intervened and settled the matter, but as a condition for his help, my mother had no choice but to "pay the debt of gratitude with her body" and sleep with the principal.

After becoming the principal's plaything, within a few months, my mother was no longer a homeroom teacher, and she didn't even have to teach Chinese anymore. Under the principal's arrangement, my mother was transferred to the art group—the group with the lightest teaching workload.

From then on, my mother became an art teacher, teaching almost only half a day each day. Of course, this arrangement wasn't the principal being kind. My mother spent half the day at school teaching in the classroom, and the other half serving as a free sex toy for the principal in his office.

Starting early in the morning, my mother would ride her bicycle to school, we'd eat breakfast in the cafeteria, I'd go back to my own class for morning lessons, and my mother would "report" to the principal's office.

In the past, the principal would often arrive at school late, past eight o'clock; but now, he arrived promptly at seven-thirty every morning, because my mother would already have tea and newspapers prepared for him on his desk.

Of course, the reason the principal arrived early wasn't these trivial matters, but rather the sexual services my mother provided him.

Upon entering the office, the principal plopped down in his executive chair, a teacup in one hand, sipping occasionally, while a newspaper sat in the other, leisurely reading the morning news. My mother, of course, wasn't idle.

She would often remove her top and bra in front of the principal, then, topless, her large breasts prominent, she would bend over and roll into the underside of the principal's desk.

Afterwards, I would see my mother, half-naked, bent over, sweating profusely, kneeling on the floor, her shy expression arousing intense lust. With the principal's large penis in her mouth, she would lick and suck, her head bobbing, not daring to slacken.

While diligently licking and sucking the glans with her small mouth and tongue, she would also grasp the base of the principal's penis with her delicate hands, vigorously stroking it up and down. The saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," and the principal, fresh from sleep and breakfast, was always full of energy, especially his magnificent penis.

Therefore, every day at this time, my mother had to spend twice as much time as usual giving him oral sex. Giving the principal blowjobs in the morning was practically the most tiring "job" of my mother's day. Kneeling at the man's feet, without more than an hour of vigorous blowing and licking, my mother couldn't let the principal ejaculate freely in her mouth... Oh, right, I forgot to mention earlier, the principal wasn't a local; his ancestral home was Shandong, hence his tall and imposing physique, truly deserving of the title "Shandong giant." On the other hand, the principal's personality was typical of a northerner: very generous, hospitable, and unconcerned about money. He knew how to cultivate relationships with superiors and was always willing to share with subordinates.

Because of this, even before his promotion, the principal was highly regarded by the education bureau leaders, and the teachers below him greatly respected him.

Now, the principal is the undisputed "number one" in the school. Although he's not exactly a high-ranking official, his social status is considerable! County leaders and business owners sometimes have to ask him for favors for their children's sake... It's true that power doesn't matter if you're in a high position.

His career is going smoothly, but even so, the principal hasn't "forgotten his roots": every week, especially in the afternoons when he's less busy, he invites a few fellow villagers to a small restaurant across from the school for a meal, using the school's public funds.

These people are all from the same group he came from rural Shandong decades ago, and he treats them like brothers.

After the meal, the principal takes them back to the school to have sex with my mother.

At this moment, I suddenly realized something: the bald man in work clothes outside my house that day must have been one of the principal's fellow villagers...

The first time the principal brought his fellow villagers, my mother was very reluctant, after all, her agreement with the principal was to satisfy his sexual needs anytime, anywhere. It was obvious that my mother's service was limited to the principal alone.

But at that time, the principal had already led everyone to his office. Seeing my mother hesitant and unwilling to undress, he felt he had lost face in front of his fellow villagers…

and so the tragedy unfolded. Fueled by alcohol, the principal slapped my mother twice, then stripped her naked and beat her severely. In the end, my mother was a sobbing mess, but the principal still tied her to the sofa, gagged her with a stocking, and let the villagers take turns raping her… After that day, when the principal brought his fellow villagers again, my mother learned her lesson and allowed herself to be manipulated, never daring to resist again. To avoid physical pain, my mother often flattered those roughnecks.

After everyone became "familiar" with my mother, she completely let go. Whenever the principal gave notice in the morning, my mother would come to the principal's office alone after lunch, undress herself, and lie naked on the sofa waiting for the principal and his men to come to her after their drinking session. Sometimes, my mother would bring colorful stockings or lingerie from home to add to the fun during their debauchery.

School is, after all, a small community, and nothing stays secret forever.

Soon, my mother's affair with the principal became common knowledge throughout the school. My mother became like a "big star," her fame spreading far and wide. Among all the female teachers at the school, my mother was undoubtedly the number one "old slut," the most promiscuous sight…

Besides the male teachers, many students were also interested in my mother. During breaks or at night in the dormitory, my mother became the main topic of conversation among these so-called "bad boys."

(Voiceover: Now I finally understand why these people at school looked at my father and me so strangely.)

The principal and his gang went to extreme lengths to manipulate my mother. The principal told me that the most memorable time for him over the years was when my mother dressed up in a high school girl's uniform, pretending to be a student, and was sexually abused by them.

That day, my mother wore a sky-blue sailor uniform, with two slits cut open at the areolas, revealing two dark brown nipples, erect and exposed. Unlike usual, she wasn't wearing stockings or high heels, but rather two black knee-high socks, paired with a miniskirt in the same color scheme as her sailor uniform… This miniskirt was so tight and narrow, even a size too small for a female student, it couldn't hide my mother's round, plump buttocks at all.

Most comically, my mother had dyed her hair back to black and tied it into two cute little braids!

My mother was over forty, with large breasts and a plump bottom, a typical middle-aged beauty, but today, dressed in a high school uniform, with the innocent look of a teenage girl… the incongruity somehow created a unique kind of sexiness…

That day, the principal and the villagers were unusually excited.

The men, having eaten and drunk their fill, filed into the principal's office, shouting loudly. When my mother saw the crowd arrive, she quickly got up from the sofa and stood there obediently, awaiting her fate.

What was about to happen was obvious to everyone.

In less than half a minute, led by the principal, all the men had stripped off their clothes. They stood naked in a circle around my mother, their erect penises standing proudly before her. Surrounded

by a group of men who had just finished drinking and were now sexually aroused, my mother, though not the first to suffer this fate, was still a vulnerable woman, and she couldn't help but feel terrified in the face of these ravenous men. She obediently lowered her head, her face burning with shame, her large, exposed breasts trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Ms. Wei, does this school uniform fit?"

the principal asked with ill intent, his hands beginning to roam over my mother's body. Seeing this, the other men knew they could "officially begin" and followed suit, reaching for my mother as well. Instantly, my mother's breasts, lower abdomen, buttocks, and thighs were covered with the men's unrestrained lewd hands.

"It...it fits perfectly, but...but...ah! No!" My mother was incoherent, trembling all over, almost every sensitive area had been violated. She wanted to say the skirt was too small and ask for a slightly larger one, but one of the men suddenly pinched her delicate nipple and kept pulling it outwards...causing her to scream loudly before she could finish her sentence.

After a while, the men ordered my mother to expose her vulva, but she was not allowed to take off her miniskirt. So my mother only took off her underwear, lifted the miniskirt, and rolled the hem around her waist to prevent it from slipping down.

Then, my mother lay on her back on the ground, automatically spreading her legs wide, allowing the men to clearly see her lewd vulva.

...

Besides penetrating women's private parts with his penis, the principal had a peculiar fetish: licking the genitals. This was something most men would avoid at all costs, yet the principal was eager to indulge in it. My mother, a mature woman, as long as she kept herself clean, possessed a vagina that was considered "the finest of all."

Because my mother had sex with different men year after year, she paid great attention to the health of her private parts, especially hygiene. She not only washed and changed her underwear frequently every day but also often used traditional Chinese medicine to regulate her vagina. Over the years, under the influence of various lewd men and their techniques, my mother's little cunt had become a "powerful weapon": her labia became engorged with blood quickly, and her vaginal lubrication was abundant.

Because of this, before each time the principal fucked my mother, he would feast on her lush vulva…

After my mother lay down on the ground and opened her vulva, the principal would lean down and bury his head deeply into her genitals. He pressed his nose against my mother's thick, dark pubic hair, sucking on the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, making a "sizzling" sound. After drinking the "holy water," the principal gently rubbed his teeth against my mother's clitoris, then used his tongue to lick and suck along her everted labia majora and minora, stimulating my mother to moan and cry out in ecstasy.

Under the principal's skillful oral sex, my mother was aroused, and her vaginal fluid flowed all over the ground. Seeing my mother so wanton, moaning so loudly and lewdly in broad daylight at school... two of the men couldn't resist any longer. They lifted my mother up, suspending her in mid-air, and then sandwiched her between them like a meat sandwich. One of them lifted my mother's beautiful legs, clad in long black cotton stockings, and began thrusting his penis into her vagina; the other grasped my mother's full breasts, kneading them with great enthusiasm while simultaneously engaging in a French kiss with her.

These two men, halfway through their assault on my mother, far from ejaculating, their penises pumping wildly in and out of her. At that moment, the principal suddenly had a bizarre idea: to have my mother act as a bitch for everyone to see.

My mother was the principal's personal sex toy; allowing these men to play with her was entirely out of past favors.

Understanding this, the two men reluctantly put my mother down. My mother was very obedient, immediately mimicking a female dog, lying on all fours with her big buttocks sticking out, and even deliberately sticking out her tongue... When the man inserted his penis into her vagina or anus, my mother started barking like a dog while moaning lewdly, making everyone present burst into laughter...

...

As mentioned before, the principal felt that there were seven days in a week, but the number of days he could play with my mother was too few: after work, my mother had to go home; during work hours, my mother always had to run to the classroom.

What man in the world wouldn't drool over my mother's plump, juicy, mature body?! And now, by some twist of fate, the principal had actually gotten my mother under his control, letting him play with her as he pleased, without having to take responsibility... How many times in a lifetime can one encounter such a blessing?

The principal thought about it and realized that the number of times and frequency he had played with my mother was far too few and far too short!

Therefore, the principal later used his personnel power to remove my mother from her job as a Chinese language teacher and transfer her to the art department to teach lower-grade children to draw. This greatly increased the number of times and opportunities my mother had to accompany the principal in his lewd acts each week; as for her own teaching duties, she could easily complete them without being neglected.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes; the principal was destined not to monopolize my mother's share.

The principal told me that once, he took my mother to a hotel.

It was a weekend, so they had more time. After booking the room by the hour, once inside, the principal made my mother undress completely, and then put on the lingerie he had brought.

The principal was perverted; he always believed that to have fun with women, you had to undress them piece by piece, watching them strip naked themselves, and then the men would pounce on them like hungry wolves… that was the most fun.

My mother understood the principal's temperament and had no choice; she was just a sex toy. She had to do whatever the men wanted her to do; she had no choice but to make these men happy and have fun.

Next, my mother quickly put on the clothes and shoes the principal had brought.

"Good, stand on the bed and take them off slowly! One piece at a time,"

the principal ordered my mother with a lewd grin.

My mother obediently spread her legs and stood on the edge of the bed as he instructed. Then, like a stripper, she wiggled her big buttocks and swayed her full breasts as she took off the clothes and skirt she had just put on.

The principal clapped and cheered, "I didn't expect you could do a striptease, Ms. Wei! Haha!" After taking off her skirt, my mother unhooked her bra and prepared to take off her underwear. At this moment, the principal stopped my mother again: "Don't take off the stockings! Take off the underwear, just wear them with your bare buttocks!" The principal confessed to me that he was actually a serious foot fetishist. When having sex with my mother, he would often make her wear all kinds of stockings of different colors, and even give him foot or leg sex... In the end, my mother followed the principal's instructions, wearing only a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, standing there naked and full of flesh, waiting for the principal's final words.

"Come here, lick me!"

The principal had already lay down, and his tone became more and more rude.

My mother obediently walked over, lay on the principal's dark and strong body, gently stroking his penis with her delicate hands while pressing her small mouth to his nipples, "tsk, tsk, tsk," constantly sucking and licking the principal's nipples.

The mature, beautiful woman's attentive and skillful use of both hands and mouth brought the principal to moan with pleasure... "Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and the principal and my mother immediately became alert. But based on past experience, they assumed it was someone from the hotel trying to sell something, so they didn't pay much attention.

However, the knocking continued for almost a minute, "Knock! Knock! Knock!" "Knock! Knock! Knock!" irritating the principal, he got up from the bed somewhat angrily, wearing only his underwear, and went to open the door.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was the head of student affairs!

The principal's head buzzed, thinking that this was going to be difficult.

After the head of student affairs entered the room, he smiled and looked at my mother, who was curled up in fear on the bed and completely naked. A woman's sexy thong and a bright red bra were scattered messily on the floor beside the bed... This insidious man didn't say a word, but silently raised his phone and opened the camera.

...

From then on, under the headmaster's irrefutable evidence, the principal had no choice but to share my mother with the two of them. My mother was powerless, knowing she had no say, and could only accept this fact with the principal.

That day, when I left the principal's office, I made a promise with him: from now on, he would not harass or bully my mother again, and I would pretend that their past affair had never happened and promise not to spread it. If either of us broke this promise, we would bear the consequences.

After returning home, I was still somewhat depressed, thinking: that old scoundrel principal not only slept with my mother himself, but also gave her to his fellow villagers to play with. When my mother refused, he actually had the heart to hit her!

And that headmaster wasn't any better; my mother must have been insulted and played with by him a lot too. However, how the headmaster discovered the affair between the principal and my mother is quite intriguing.

The following months were peaceful.

During this period, my mother never received another emergency call from the principal, nor did she ever work overtime or come home late.

My mother's mood, which had been unease and suspicion for the first few weeks, gradually became very sunny and cheerful. My father, who was naturally slow to react to matters of the heart, was completely oblivious to this; but I saw it all clearly, though the situation was special, and I couldn't bring myself to take credit for it from my mother… As the saying goes, sunshine always follows the storm. But conversely, the storm also follows the sunshine!

…

In late November, autumn was in full swing, and the weather was quite cold. One evening, my father was away on a business trip to another province, and I was home alone when I suddenly received a call from the principal—I hadn't seen the principal since our confrontation at the school—the principal said that my mother had been hit by a motorcycle on the road and needed me to come to the school clinic immediately.

After hanging up, I hurriedly dressed, hopped on my bicycle, and sped off.

When I arrived at my mother's school, the campus was deserted, except for the brightly lit clinic.

I rushed to the infirmary in a panic. Standing at the door, I was shocked to hear loud moans coming from inside, along with lewd laughter from several men… What… what was going on? A chill ran down my spine.

The moans grew louder, soon escalating into screams and cries.

“Ah! Isn’t that my mother!”

I finally realized that all I could hear was my mother’s heart-wrenching screams… I immediately abandoned my bicycle and rushed to the infirmary door.

The scene inside was unbearable to look at: my mother was wearing only flesh-colored stockings and cheap snakeskin high heels on her beautiful feet. She was completely naked, her large breasts hanging limply on her chest, trembling slightly.

At the same time, my mother's eyes were blindfolded, her hands were raised above her head, and her entire body was tightly bound with a thick hemp rope. The rope went around her breasts from her buttocks and then around her shoulders... My mother looked utterly miserable, like a piece of white, hanging meat, suspended upside down from the ceiling.

Standing next to my mother was a burly man with a lewd grin on his face, looking like a perverted person enjoying himself. I looked closer and noticed that he was holding a leather whip.

Without a doubt, it must have been this guy who had bound my poor mother into a human dumpling!

...

"Crack!"

The burly man raised the leather whip in his hand and lashed my mother twice.

My mother's beautiful legs twitched in pain, almost kicking off her high heels; her cheeks and neck were flushed red, and her plump buttocks swayed from side to side with each lash, the flesh rippling across her buttocks. However, with a flesh-colored stocking stuffed in her mouth, my mother could only let out soft moans, even as she was in excruciating pain.

"Crack!"

Hearing my mother's cries of pain, the burly man, his lust intensified with satisfaction, lashed out again with the whip, striking my mother's back hard. The whip was incredibly heavy; my mother was almost driven to the brink of collapse by the pain. Her head shook violently, and the cries she managed to utter grew increasingly pitiful.

Outrageous! If this continued, wouldn't my mother's life be in danger?! I had never seen a man mistreat my mother like this; it was utterly despicable.

"Hey! Who are you? Let my mother go!"

I couldn't contain my anger any longer. I pushed open the door and angrily confronted the burly man.

"Oh! Son, you've come?"

The burly man actually called me son!

"Who's your son? Shut up and let my mother go!"

"You're not my son, how could I fuck your mother like this?!" Faced with such verbal abuse, I was speechless for a moment.

However, seeing someone suddenly barge in, the burly man was surprisingly calm, seemingly extremely twisted.

My mother had just been in excruciating pain, and now, barely opening her eyes, she saw me, her own son, enter the room. Her emotions immediately became agitated; she violently thrashed her body on the rope, whimpering as if trying to say something to me.

"Hey kid, I paid for this. This old woman is mine today, do whatever you want with her!" the burly man said viciously.

He had no intention of letting my mother go, nor did he care about me at all.

"What do you mean, paid?! My mother isn't a prostitute!"

The burly man with the fierce face, me, the young and short girl, and my mother hanging upside down—the three of us were locked in a stalemate for a while.

A few minutes later, seeing that I still wouldn't leave, the burly man's expression changed drastically, and his fists clenched. Before I could even react to his intentions, I felt a chill run down my spine, followed by my mother's scream, and then I lost consciousness—the burly man had delivered a heavy punch to the back of my head, instantly knocking me unconscious.

...

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I gradually regained consciousness, I found myself bound hand and foot, my mouth taped shut, and I could barely move.

"Come on! You little brat, look this way!"

Hearing that familiar voice, I turned around slowly with a sense of foreboding: Good heavens! The burly man was still there, and he had even called for an accomplice. At this moment, the two of them were naked, and not far away, my pitiful mother was still bound and hanging, suffering terribly!

After a while, the burly man finally took pity on me and lowered my mother from the ropes. The other man lay comfortably on the bed in the infirmary, his enormous penis erect, waiting for my mother to sit on it.

Looking at my mother at the foot of the bed, two obvious tear tracks ran down her face, her large, watery eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was disheveled and spread across her back… It could be said that my mother was completely devoid of spirit, radiating an aura of despair.

Seeing my mother in this wretched state, I, her son, felt a pang of sorrow. She must have suffered greatly while I was unconscious… “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and sit on it! You filthy bitch!”

the burly man cursed, urging my mother to hurry.

Then, as my mother opened her wet vulva, his glans slowly parted the tender flesh, and the burly man suddenly thrust his hips upwards, and with a “whoosh,” his thick, large penis smoothly entered my mother’s vagina. At the same time, I heard my mother let out a rare, sharp scream; it seemed she was in real pain!

Then, because I was tied to the bedside table, I was right next to them and could clearly see the burly man's penis, which, like a hot knife through butter, penetrated straight into my mother's vagina, easily forcing open her vulva... The nearly twenty-centimeter-long penis thus easily and completely disappeared into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

The other burly man, thoroughly enjoying the sight, also moved closer to my mother with his penis erect.

He placed his large feet on the edge of the bed, straddling my mother like an iron tower, grabbed her beautiful hair, and pressed it down to his crotch. That python-like penis quickly pried open my mother's mouth, and with a thrust of the glans, most of it was inserted into her mouth.

Obviously, the burly man wasn't satisfied with the extent of his manipulation of my mother's mouth, so he kept twisting his hips back and forth, roughly fucking my mother's small mouth with his penis. His ugly scrotum, connected to two firm testicles, pumped rapidly back and forth, relentlessly slamming against my mother's delicate jaw.

"Ah...ah...ah..." My mother's moans rose and fell.

For several hours, two burly men took turns ejaculating in my mother's vagina and mouth, each time using the same routine. While my mother was being penetrated in various positions, the man who had finished ejaculating would shove his penis into her mouth and make her lick it to slowly regain her strength.

As for me, I was like a hostage held by bandits, my hands and feet tightly bound, watching helplessly as my mother was raped.

...

At dawn, the two burly men finally finished venting their lust on my mother.

They rested for a while, smoked a few cigarettes, and quickly recovered. One of them immediately ran over to untie me, his face full of politeness.

Then, the man told me that he and his cousin were from Shandong. A week ago, they saw a very popular post on an online adult forum. The post read: "In a high school in northern China, there's a female teacher around forty years old, in her prime, who enjoys being trained and humiliated by strong men, requiring at least threesomes or group sex. She's currently lonely and her husband is away on a business trip, so she's seeking physically strong and violent men to 'play' with her, including sex, oral sex, SM, bondage, and leather goods—all services and equipment are available."

It was because of this post that they rushed here overnight. Furthermore, they had already paid, two thousand yuan each; I can check my mother's wallet if you don't believe me.

After saying that, the burly man who had knocked me unconscious patted my shoulder again: "Little brother, your acting was really good just now! I hit you a little too hard, especially since we were having so much fun... Sorry!" "Yes, yes, really sorry, here, this is another two thousand yuan, we agreed before, don't be shy!" Another burly man ran over to comfort me.

"You... what do you mean? What's going on here? Why are you bullying my mother!" I was completely bewildered, totally confused...

"What! You're not really this woman's son, are you?"

"Go, get out of here! Brother, something big is about to happen!"

After saying that, the two burly men took off running, disappearing from the school gate in a flash, not even bothering to grab their clothes or coats.

...

At this moment, looking at my mother, who was crying her eyes out on the bed, I felt like I was in a dream. I asked my mother, what exactly happened?

My mother buried her head in her hands, ignoring me and refusing to look at me, sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't even realize she was still naked.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh deeply. At this point, there was no need to hide anything anymore. So I poured out everything about the day I confronted the principal at her school. From how my mother had an affair with the principal, to how a dean of students joined in, and the principal's fellow Shandong natives… I told my mother the time, the place, and even the details of their affair.

After hearing my story, my mother could hardly believe her ears; every word was true! My mother never imagined that her best efforts to keep this a secret, easily concealed from her husband, would be exposed by her middle school son… Now, it was all too late. As a mother and a teacher, her image in her son's eyes was utterly ruined, her sanctity gone.

"Mom, say something!"

I roared at my mother.

Only then did my mother finally regain her senses and her mind cleared. She straightened up and sat up in bed, her expression somewhat blank and forlorn.

After a while, Mom started to get dressed, from underwear and stockings to her outer skirt, putting on each piece slowly and deliberately, without any restraint in front of me.

After I got dressed, my mother forced herself to remain calm and told me, "Son, now that you know what's happened, I'm no longer a respectable woman... I know very well how dirty and despicable I am, just a whore who's been ridden by anyone! I know all of this... From now on, how our relationship will continue... how we'll live together, I already know..." "What do you know? Tell me, what about my dad?"

At this point, my mother choked up and became somewhat incoherent. She paused for a moment and continued, "I'm sorry to your dad, it's all my fault! I cheated on him... Now I don't ask for anyone's forgiveness, but please keep this a secret for now, don't tell your dad, I beg you!" "Okay, I promise you, after all, you're still my mother."

"Thank you!"

My mother was very grateful to me, firstly because I could understand and forgive her, and secondly because I, at such a young age, was willing to keep such a heavy secret for her.

My mother hugged me tightly, saying excitedly, "Son, didn't you just ask me how we should get along from now on?"

"Well, actually... I... I just..."

"Besides this body, Mom has nothing else to give you. So... do you like this...?" As she spoke, Mom suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards her neckline! As soon as I reached inside, my hand touched Mom's bra. Turning the cup over, I felt Mom's full, soft breasts!

My mother actually let me touch her breasts?!

Just as I was shocked and at a loss, Mom's other hand had already reached into my crotch. She gently grasped my penis and began to rhythmically masturbate...

"Stop!"

I pushed Mom away and said fiercely, "Mom, how... how could you do this?!" It was unbelievable that my mother was seducing me. I am her own son!

After pushing Mom away, I left without looking back.

…

But to my utter surprise, ever since that day when the affair was exposed at the school infirmary, my mother seemed to have completely changed. She was fine when my father was home, but whenever he was out or working overtime, my mother would try every possible way to seduce me.

Several times, when I came home, I heard a woman moaning coming from my parents' bedroom. The first time, I didn't understand, so I opened the door and found my mother masturbating in her room! My mother was sitting on the bed with her legs spread, a large vibrating dildo inserted into her vagina, buzzing loudly. When she saw me, she not only remained calm and shameless, but she also deliberately stuck her buttocks out high, beckoning me to come and "play" with her…

In the mornings, before I left for school, my mother deliberately played a prank, hiding the front door key in her crotch. I didn't have the key, so I had to ask her for it. My mother then forced me to go to her "place" to get it. Afraid of being late for school and being scolded by the teacher, I had no choice but to reach into my mother's underwear and grope around... Sometimes it would take me a long time to pull out that wet bunch of keys from my mother's vagina, making me feel nauseous.

In the evening, my father had already been busy at work all day and was exhausted, but my mother still wouldn't let him rest. As soon as he finished dinner, my mother forced him to go out for a jog or a walk. Ostensibly, it was to encourage my father to exercise, but in reality, my mother just wanted to get him out of the house and not let him stay home.

After my father left, my mother would take off all her clothes and then change into various kinds of stockings and high heels. I knew what my mother was up to, so I closed the door in disgust and didn't want to talk to her. But my mother still "didn't give up"!

Once, she even got hold of a dog collar from somewhere… My mother put the collar around her neck and clamped her nipples with a clothes hanger. Then, she ran over and knocked on my door. When I opened it, I saw her kneeling on the floor like a pet dog, her hands clenched and her tongue lolling out. Seeing the dog collar around her neck and the clothes hanger on her nipples, I was terrified and rushed out of the room… This kind of life was incredibly distressing.

My mother is a sexy woman, I admit, but I could never commit incest with my own mother!

[The End]

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