My teacher mom

The room lights were off, only the computer screen in front of me emitted a dim glow. I stared intently at the screen, one hand reaching down to my crotch, rapidly stroking my penis, which was encased in black lace panties. The rhythm changed with the moans of a woman and the panting of a man coming through my headphones. The woman on the screen was lying on the bed, her uniform skirt lifted, her panties gone, her large, white buttocks raised high, a hot penis moving in and out of her vagina. The man behind her, or rather the boy, was breathing heavily, one hand supporting her buttocks, occasionally slapping them, eliciting soft moans from her.

His other hand reached inside the collar of her unbuttoned uniform shirt, constantly caressing and kneading it. "Teacher Lin, how is it? Are you enjoying it?" the boy suddenly asked with a lewd grin.

The woman's head was buried in the pillow, her long hair cascading down her sides. Hearing this, she only let out a low whimper, but her large buttocks twisted even more vigorously.

"Good boy, haha, I'll make you feel even better," the boy said, increasing his thrusting speed.

This scene was incredibly impactful for me, a virgin. The woman's missing panties were now covering my penis, and the used, smeared panties, soaked with her vaginal fluid, fueled my fantasies. I imagined the boy in the video fucking the woman was me. The rising pleasure

in my lower body made me gasp for breath. I wanted to make a sound, to scream, but I held back. As the boy in the video thrust into the woman amidst her screams, I ejaculated, my eyes red. My hot semen soaked the woman's panties again, mixing with her vaginal fluid.

I stared blankly at the screen where the video had ended, savoring the pleasure. I wondered when I could finally insert my penis into that woman's tight, warm vagina. After resting for a moment, I quickly got up, cleaned myself, and carefully hid the panties that still smelled so alluring.

A moment later, I heard the living room door open. I stepped out of my room, and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Her face, though slightly tired, was still stunningly beautiful. She wore a well-fitting black uniform skirt, black stockings, and black high heels, making her exceptionally alluring. It was my mother, Lin Meiying.

At that moment, my mother was bending over to take off her shoes. Her perfectly rounded buttocks, encased in the black skirt, were outlined in its entirety, seemingly revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath. I quickly looked away to avoid making a fool of myself. My mother was 38 this year, but thanks to her excellent maintenance and natural beauty, she remained stunningly beautiful, and I was no exception.

The sound of me opening the door caught my mother's attention. After changing her shoes, she looked up and saw me. "Xiaojun, have you taken a shower?" "Yes, Mom. Why are you so late?" I asked casually.

"Oh, a few students asked me questions after evening self-study, and I also had some things to do in the office, so I was a little late," Mom replied. She blushed slightly, a fleeting blush, but I, who was paying close attention to her every move, saw it clearly.

I nodded, pretending not to care. "Then I'll go back to my room." "Okay, go ahead," Mom said, turning and heading towards the bathroom. "Mom's going to take a shower." I suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom, returned to my room, and retrieved two items from a hidden place: the black lace panties from before, and another pair of black pantyhose with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch, which was very noticeable. I gently stroked them one by one, as if caressing a woman's soft, beautiful body, a surge of indescribable pleasure welling up inside me. Was it pain, bitterness, or a twisted pleasure? I didn't know myself, but I knew I couldn't turn back, and neither could the woman in that video.

The next morning, I woke up to find my mother had already prepared breakfast. After eating, we went to school together. I wasn't in her class; I was in Class 9, while my mother was the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher for Class 12. My home was very close to the school, just a few minutes' walk. All the way there, I inhaled my mother's alluring fragrance, but I dared not show it.

At school, my mother and I parted ways. Looking at her tightly wrapped body and the way her shapely hips swayed slightly with her steps, I felt that both men and boys would find it irresistible.

In the classroom, I lay down on my desk. Because of my height, I sat in the second row. My deskmate was short like me, even more introverted, and was engrossed in his book. I ignored him, opened a book, and started daydreaming. Recent events had greatly traumatized me, completely distorting and corrupting my mindset.

At lunchtime, I walked to the cafeteria alone. Since it was just my mom and me at home now, we didn't eat lunch at home anymore. I went to the cafeteria, where my mom ate with other teachers who didn't go home for lunch. After lunch, they did various activities together, and occasionally there were special activities. I had secretly followed and observed them. Of course, I had more concrete evidence, but thinking about those things, I could only smile bitterly. The person who provided me with this information was like a huge shadow hanging over everything, making me completely unable to muster any will to resist.

After lunch, my heart was restless. Although my mom's activities were not fixed, I couldn't help but want to spy on her. Having roughly figured out my mom's routine, I easily found her. From a distance, I saw my mom, who had just finished eating, walking towards the office with two other female teachers, chatting and laughing.

I knew there were no activities today. In fact, even if there were, I would hardly be able to find out. I knew this all too well.

My mom and the two equally beautiful and charming female teachers disappeared at the stairwell. I turned and left, feeling lost and disappointed.

With nowhere to go, I returned home and turned on my computer. There were two videos on it: one I'd just received yesterday, and another a little earlier, only a few minutes long. I opened the video again. In it, the same woman was kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. Judging from the background, it was an office. Although the woman was constantly sucking and spitting out the man's penis, I could still recognize her as the woman from yesterday's video. While sucking and spitting out the man's penis, she was also kneading and rubbing it with her delicate hands; the skill indicated this wasn't her first time.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my rising lust. I didn't plan to do it again at noon; I'd only clicked on it because I couldn't resist reliving the experience.

In the afternoon class, I barely caught the gist of what was going on. We weren't in an honors class, just a regular class, so the teachers weren't particularly demanding. Although my mother didn't monitor me every day, she would regularly communicate with the teachers to understand my situation. And the teachers, at my mother's request, would always give me extra attention, so I couldn't skip a single minute of class, including evening self-study.

I used to eat at home, but with my dad frequently away on business trips and my mom increasingly busy, I've started cooking lunch and dinner by myself. After dinner, it's evening self-study time as usual. Tonight, everything was peaceful. Compared to yesterday, my mom got home earlier tonight, even a little earlier than me, which is normal. Thinking about last night... a scene from last night flashed through my mind.

After self-study, as I walked out of the school gate, I suddenly saw someone waving at me from across the street. I was startled, and then I saw a figure standing there, a figure that both frightened me and stirred a certain desire within me. I walked over, head down, silent. The person chuckled and handed me a small bag. "Open it when you get home, you'll like it." I stiffly took it, and when I looked up again, the person was gone.

Back home, I opened the bag. Inside was a USB drive, and also that pair of used underwear that I was so obsessed with.

Thinking about this, I felt a mixture of self-loathing for my weakness, incompetence, and twisted mentality, yet also an uncontrollable, perverse pleasure. The image of that familiar woman being pinned down and played with by a boy, screaming and climaxing, even skillfully performing oral sex on him, lost in desire, made my penis hard again. Damn, I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

And since I can't sleep, I'm starting to think about what happened before again.

Several things happened in a short period of time, leaving me with a multitude of thoughts, but the most memorable for me was witnessing my mother writhing and groaning under another man's crotch, experiencing multiple orgasms.

It was a weekend after I had confirmed my mother's infidelity and failed to follow her several times. My mother said she had to go to school to work overtime, but she dressed up and put on makeup carefully. Being someone who pays close attention to my mother's every move, I naturally saw everything and left afterward.

Learning from my previous experience, this time I arrived at school first and ran upstairs, only to find my mother's office empty. My mother told me that she was working overtime with several other teachers that day.

My heart skipped a beat, already harboring suspicions, but a faint hope remained. I found a good spot upstairs and looked down. It was Sunday, and the school was really deserted, with only one or two figures occasionally passing by.

I observed carefully, and after a while, I saw my mother walking towards me from afar. Feeling a little guilty, I hid and peeked. My mother didn't go to the office; instead, she turned towards another stairwell. I was stunned. What was she doing?

I rushed downstairs and chased after her. When I reached the building, my mother was gone. But in just two or three minutes, she must still be nearby.

I started searching floor by floor. These were all student classrooms; a quick scan revealed no one. Soon I reached the second-to-last floor. The top floor had only one classroom, used for music classes. There was an iron gate guarding the hallway, but it was closed. Where could my mother have gone? Clinging to my last hope, I walked step by step to the iron gate, and then I discovered the problem: the gate was closed, but not locked from the inside. Trembling, I reached my hand through the gap in the railing and unlocked it from the inside.

The iron gate had been used and maintained for a long time, so the sound it made when opening was very quiet, but to me, it was like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down my spine.

I quietly closed the door and went up to the top floor. Once there, I heard faint sounds coming from the classroom next door. They weren't loud, but they made me dizzy, because the low moans of a woman sounded so familiar.

I slowly moved to the classroom door; it was locked, and the curtains were drawn. The sounds inside were much clearer now.

My mother's seductive moans made me, someone who had watched many pornographic films, tremble. Another voice, which occasionally rang out, greatly surprised me.

I had initially thought my mother was having an affair with a school leader or a teacher, but when I saw her here, I was more inclined to believe it was a school leader, since there were no male music teachers.

But what came from inside was the voice of a boy about my age: "Teacher Lin, your pussy is so tight and tender, it feels so good! I can't believe your son is the same age as me." He was met with even more seductive moans from my mother and more intense sounds of flesh colliding.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't have the courage to rush in and catch them in the act. The recent changes at home had made me realize that my mother's affair might not be a simple matter of cheating, and rushing in could very well destroy the whole family.

An uncontrollable urge surged within me, making me pace frantically. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh inside undoubtedly meant that my mother was being sexually assaulted by a boy, who was very likely a student at our school.

The thought of my mother being brutally violated by her own student filled me with a twisted pleasure instead of anger, and my lower body gradually hardened, forming a large bulge in my pants.

Suddenly, I noticed with delight that the window wasn't completely closed, with a two-finger-wide gap. Trembling, I slipped my finger through and quietly pulled the curtain open a crack, bending over and peeking through with one eye.

The lewd scene before me made my blood boil. My mother was holding onto the blackboard with both hands, her plump buttocks raised high, her skirt lifted from behind, her underwear still on, pushed aside. A tall boy stood behind her, his huge penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, bringing up gushes of fluid. My mother would occasionally turn her head to kiss the boy intimately. Although I could only see half of her face due to the angle, I could still sense the astonishing allure on her face.

Watching my own mother swaying her snow-white, alluring buttocks to meet the thrusts of her student, I could no longer restrain myself. I slowly slipped one hand under my crotch and began to masturbate.

Perhaps my mother's position was tiring, or perhaps the boy was giving her immense pleasure, because my mother quickly screamed and went limp, completely supported by the boy. Looking at that trembling, beautiful body, I knew my mother had reached orgasm. I, who had never experienced such stimulation before, shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall.

I gripped the window frame tightly with my other hand to keep from slipping to the ground, but even then I couldn't see inside. I could only hear the boy's low, lewd laughter, "Teacher Lin, your stamina isn't good!" My mother didn't say anything, just kept panting. The boy inside was clearly not satisfied. Before I could catch my breath, the sounds of my mother being fucked came up again. "Teacher Lin, your breasts are so white and soft, I can never get tired of playing with them." I rested for a moment, then quietly lifted the curtains again. Sure enough, my mother was now lying on the podium, her head drooping limply, buried between her arms. The boy was thrusting into her from behind, slowly and forcefully, each thrust penetrating deeply. My mother was moaning as she was fucked, her large, white breasts being held and played with wantonly by the boy.

Now I finally saw the boy's face clearly. He looked familiar, but he wasn't in our class, nor in my mother's class. I knew the students in those two classes; they seemed to be in the same grade. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—I knew who this boy was: Wang An, one of the top students in our grade, praised by many teachers. Rumor had it that his family members were leaders in the Education Bureau, or even higher.

Thinking back to what had happened at home recently, my hands and feet turned ice-cold. I seemed to understand why my mother had been so brazenly manipulated by this boy.

I stared blankly at everything happening inside, my mind a complete blank, but my body reacted involuntarily. When my mother moaned as the boy behind her brought her to orgasm, I ejaculated again, my semen staining the wall.

The continuous, intense stimulation left me slumped against the wall. The inside seemed to be resting, completely silent. After a moment, I heard a soft "smack" and my mother's gasp, "Teacher Lin, come clean me up." Then came the sound of someone sitting down. I struggled to my feet and peeked again. I had never imagined my mother would be so submissive, so utterly devoid of dignity. The boy sat in a chair, and my mother knelt before him, deftly cleaning the filth from his penis with her tongue. Judging by her skill, she had probably done this many times before.

What happened next was even more unbelievable: my mother actually swallowed all the filth. The boy seemed satisfied, stroking my mother's hair. "Teacher Lin, you're getting more and more obedient," he said. My mother looked up, a sweet smile on her face.

Seeing that my mother had finished cleaning the boy, and unsure if they would come out, I hurriedly turned and ran downstairs, carefully closing the iron gate. I ran down to the bottom, hid in a corner, and collapsed there, panting heavily.

I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard the sound of high heels fading away. Maybe my mother had left. I slowly stood up.

Just then, footsteps approached. Before I could react, the person was already in front of me, a huge shadow looming over me. I looked up and froze, my mind blank. It was the boy from before! I trembled all over, wanting to be angry, but unable to. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Wang An smiled, "How was it? Did you enjoy the show? Tsk tsk, such a big mark on the wall, I'll have to get someone to clean it." I was completely dumbfounded. How did he know?

"Strange? I didn't let you in on purpose. Do you think you could witness this exciting scene?" Wang An's smile remained unchanged, but his words were more terrifying than a demon's. "How does it feel to see your mother being played with and fucked by your classmate? Judging from your reaction, it's very exciting." I wanted to refute, but I had no idea how. My heart was filled with an indescribable twisted pleasure. "Here, let me show you." I was stunned, watching Wang An turn to my phone screen. The next moment, I was filled with despair. In the picture, I was bent over, hiding by the window, one hand pulling back the curtains, the other hand rapidly stroking my penis. It was as lewd and ugly as could be. "Hmph, knowing you were coming, I arranged a little something. Your attention was drawn to everything happening in the classroom, of course you wouldn't notice this thing at the other end of the corridor." Wang An chuckled. "Want to show your mother? You look at her, she looks at you, one time each." "No!" I let out a dying cry, my voice sharp and desperate, "No!" If my mother saw it, it would really be the end.

In my deepest despair, a sliver of clarity returned. "You... what do you want me to do?" "Smart. I don't need you to do anything. Just pretend nothing happened. This wonderful teacher isn't done yet." The insulting words stirred something within me, and what followed was even more unexpected. "Judging from

your behavior today, you're not exactly a good kid either. You have feelings for your mother, don't you?" I looked up, wanting to deny it, but faced with Wang An's smiling eyes, I couldn't utter a single word.

Wang An patted my shoulder. "Do as I say, and I'll guarantee you'll be fine, plus there'll be benefits." He handed me a small bag. "Go home. You'll like it.

There'll be even more exciting things to come.

Haha!" Laughter faded away as Wang An left.

I returned home in a daze. My mother wasn't home yet. I rushed into my room, opened the bag, and was shocked by what I found inside: a pair of sexy black pantyhose, crumpled and torn, with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch area, which was particularly noticeable. I remembered that my mother had the exact same pantyhose. My heart immediately raced. The dried marks near the crotch area undoubtedly indicated what kind of ordeal her owner had endured. The thought of my mother being ripped in her pantyhose and forcibly penetrated by Wang An, possibly in a sacred place like school, reignited my lust.

I quickly turned on the computer and inserted another item, a USB drive. Sure enough, it contained a short video, only a few minutes long. My mother was kneeling in front of Wang An. Judging from the background, it was my mother's office. My mother was sucking and rubbing the man's penis with her delicate hands, and the skill she displayed indicated that this wasn't the first time.

Although it was still incredibly stimulating, it wasn't the real, physical sex I was really looking forward to. I was deeply disappointed, and then I remembered Wang An's last words, "There's more to come." I couldn't help but grab the black pantyhose and wrap them around my penis, my mind replaying the scenes of my mother's repeated orgasms in the classroom. I didn't

know when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, feeling listless, I was scolded by my mother, but unaware of the situation, she had no idea why I had insomnia. She just assumed I was under a lot of academic pressure, so after criticizing me, she offered some words of comfort and encouragement. I lowered my head and nodded meekly. When we parted at school, I looked up at my mother's graceful back. My mindset had begun to change. Besides the immense stimulation and temptation from those videos, a desire was surging within me. I wanted to release it, and the target of that desire was naturally the woman I longed for and yearned for.

But I didn't dare. I was afraid of being discovered, and I would be afraid no matter who discovered it. So, I could only think about it all along. But things soon took an unexpected and dramatic turn.

The room lights were off, only the computer screen in front of me emitted a dim glow. I stared intently at the screen, one hand reaching down to my crotch, rapidly stroking my penis, which was encased in black lace panties. The rhythm changed with the moans of a woman and the panting of a man coming through my headphones. The woman on the screen was lying on the bed, her uniform skirt lifted, her panties gone, her large, white buttocks raised high, a hot penis moving in and out of her vagina. The man behind her, or rather the boy, was breathing heavily, one hand supporting her buttocks, occasionally slapping them, eliciting soft moans from her.

His other hand reached inside the collar of her unbuttoned uniform shirt, constantly caressing and kneading it. "Teacher Lin, how is it? Are you enjoying it?" the boy suddenly asked with a lewd grin.

The woman's head was buried in the pillow, her long hair cascading down her sides. Hearing this, she only let out a low whimper, but her large buttocks twisted even more vigorously.

"Good boy, haha, I'll make you feel even better," the boy said, increasing his thrusting speed.

This scene was incredibly impactful for me, a virgin. The woman's missing panties were now covering my penis, and the used, smeared panties, soaked with her vaginal fluid, fueled my fantasies. I imagined the boy in the video fucking the woman was me. The rising pleasure

in my lower body made me gasp for breath. I wanted to make a sound, to scream, but I held back. As the boy in the video thrust into the woman amidst her screams, I ejaculated, my eyes red. My hot semen soaked the woman's panties again, mixing with her vaginal fluid.

I stared blankly at the screen where the video had ended, savoring the pleasure. I wondered when I could finally insert my penis into that woman's tight, warm vagina. After resting for a moment, I quickly got up, cleaned myself, and carefully hid the panties that still smelled so alluring.

A moment later, I heard the living room door open. I stepped out of my room, and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Her face, though slightly tired, was still stunningly beautiful. She wore a well-fitting black uniform skirt, black stockings, and black high heels, making her exceptionally alluring. It was my mother, Lin Meiying.

At that moment, my mother was bending over to take off her shoes. Her perfectly rounded buttocks, encased in the black skirt, were outlined in its entirety, seemingly revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath. I quickly looked away to avoid making a fool of myself. My mother was 38 this year, but thanks to her excellent maintenance and natural beauty, she remained stunningly beautiful, and I was no exception.

The sound of me opening the door caught my mother's attention. After changing her shoes, she looked up and saw me. "Xiaojun, have you taken a shower?" "Yes, Mom. Why are you so late?" I asked casually.

"Oh, a few students asked me questions after evening self-study, and I also had some things to do in the office, so I was a little late," Mom replied. She blushed slightly, a fleeting blush, but I, who was paying close attention to her every move, saw it clearly.

I nodded, pretending not to care. "Then I'll go back to my room." "Okay, go ahead," Mom said, turning and heading towards the bathroom. "Mom's going to take a shower." I suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom, returned to my room, and retrieved two items from a hidden place: the black lace panties from before, and another pair of black pantyhose with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch, which was very noticeable. I gently stroked them one by one, as if caressing a woman's soft, beautiful body, a surge of indescribable pleasure welling up inside me. Was it pain, bitterness, or a twisted pleasure? I didn't know myself, but I knew I couldn't turn back, and neither could the woman in that video.

The next morning, when I woke up, Mom had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, Mom and I went to school together. I wasn't in Mom's class; I was in Class 9, while Mom was the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher for Class 12. My home was very close to the school; it only took a few minutes to walk there. Along the way, I inhaled Mom's alluring fragrance, but I dared not show it in the slightest.

When we arrived at school, Mom and I parted ways. Looking at Mom's tightly wrapped body and the way her shapely hips swayed slightly with her steps, I felt that neither man nor boy could resist.

Entering the classroom, I slumped onto my desk. Because of my height, I sat in the second row. My deskmate was short, like me, and even more introverted. He was engrossed in his book, and I ignored him. I opened a book and started daydreaming. Recent events had greatly traumatized me, completely distorting and corrupting my mindset.

At lunchtime, I walked alone to the cafeteria. Since it was just my mother and me at home now, we didn't eat lunch at home. I went to the cafeteria where my mother ate with other teachers who didn't go home for lunch. After lunch, they did various activities together, sometimes including special events—something I'd secretly observed. Of course, there was more concrete evidence, but thinking about it, I could only smile bitterly. The person who provided me with this information cast a huge shadow over everything, leaving me utterly devoid of any will to resist.

After lunch, I felt a restless urge to peek. Although my mother's schedule was unpredictable, I couldn't resist the urge to spy on her. Having a general idea of her routine, I easily found her. From afar, I could see her walking towards the office with two other female teachers, chatting and laughing.

I knew there were no activities planned for today. In fact, even if there were, I would have little chance of finding out. I knew this all too well.

My mother and the two equally beautiful and charming teachers disappeared at the stairwell, and I turned and left, feeling utterly disappointed.

With nowhere to go, I returned home and turned on my computer. There were two videos on it: one I'd just received yesterday, and another a little earlier, only a few minutes long. I opened the video again. In it, the same woman was kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. Judging from the background, it was an office. Although the woman was constantly sucking and spitting out the man's penis, I could still recognize her as the woman from yesterday's video. While sucking and spitting out the man's penis, she was also kneading and rubbing it with her delicate hands; the skill indicated this wasn't her first time.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my rising lust. I didn't plan to do it again at noon; I'd only clicked on it because I couldn't resist reliving the experience.

In the afternoon class, I barely caught the gist of what was going on. We weren't in an honors class, just a regular class, so the teachers weren't particularly demanding. Although my mother didn't monitor me every day, she would regularly communicate with the teachers to understand my situation. And the teachers, at my mother's request, would always give me extra attention, so I couldn't skip a single minute of class, including evening self-study.

I used to eat at home, but with my dad frequently away on business trips and my mom increasingly busy, I've started cooking lunch and dinner by myself. After dinner, it's evening self-study time as usual. Tonight, everything was peaceful. Compared to yesterday, my mom got home earlier tonight, even a little earlier than me, which is normal. Thinking about last night... a scene from last night flashed through my mind.

After self-study, as I walked out of the school gate, I suddenly saw someone waving at me from across the street. I was startled, and then I saw a figure standing there, a figure that both frightened me and stirred a certain desire within me. I walked over, head down, silent. The person chuckled and handed me a small bag. "Open it when you get home, you'll like it." I stiffly took it, and when I looked up again, the person was gone.

Back home, I opened the bag. Inside was a USB drive, and also that pair of used underwear that I was so obsessed with.

Thinking about this, I felt a mixture of self-loathing for my weakness, incompetence, and twisted mentality, yet also an uncontrollable, perverse pleasure. The image of that familiar woman being pinned down and played with by a boy, screaming and climaxing, even skillfully performing oral sex on him, lost in desire, made my penis hard again. Damn, I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

Since I couldn't sleep, I started thinking about what had happened before.

So many things had happened in such a short time, leaving me with a jumble of thoughts, but the most vivid memory was witnessing my mother writhing and throbbing under another man's crotch, experiencing multiple orgasms.

It was a weekend after I had confirmed my mother's infidelity and failed to follow her several times. My mother said she was going to work overtime at school, but she dressed up carefully. Being someone who paid close attention to her every move, I naturally saw everything and left afterward.

Learning from my previous experience, I arrived at school first, running upstairs, only to find my mother's office empty. She told me she was working overtime with several other teachers.

My suspicions had been building, and a chill ran through me, yet a glimmer of hope lingered. I found a good spot upstairs and peered down. It was Sunday, and the school was practically deserted, with only the occasional figure passing by.

I observed carefully, and after a while, I saw my mother approaching from a distance. Feeling a little guilty, I hid and peeked out. Surprisingly, she didn't head towards the office; instead, she turned towards another stairwell. I was stunned. What was she doing?

I rushed downstairs and followed her. By the time I reached the building, she was gone. But in just two or three minutes, she must still be nearby.

I started searching floor by floor. These were all classrooms, and they were all empty. Soon I reached the second-to-last floor. The top floor had only one classroom, used for music lessons, guarded by an iron gate. The gate was closed. Where could my mother have gone? Clinging to my last hope, I walked step by step to the iron gate, only to discover the problem: the gate was closed but not locked from the inside. Trembling, I reached my hand through the gap in the bars and unlocked it from the inside.

The gate, well-used and maintained, made a very quiet sound when it opened, but to me it was like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down my spine.

I quietly closed the gate and went up to the top floor. On the top floor, I heard faint sounds coming from the classroom next door. They weren't loud, but they made me dizzy, because the low moans of a woman sounded so familiar.

I slowly moved to the classroom door. The door was locked, and the curtains were drawn. Now the sounds inside were much clearer.

My mother's seductive moans made me, someone who had watched many pornographic films, tremble. But another, occasional sound greatly surprised me.

I had initially thought my mother was having an affair with a school leader or a teacher, but after seeing her here, I was more inclined to believe it was a school leader, because there were no male music teachers.

But what came from inside was the voice of a boy about my age, "Teacher Lin, your pussy is so tight and tender, it feels so good, I can't believe your son is the same age as me." His mother responded with even more seductive moans and louder sounds of flesh colliding.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't have the courage to rush in and catch them in the act. The changes at home recently had made me realize that my mother's affair might not be a simple one, and rushing in could very well destroy the whole family. An

uncontrollable urge surged within me, making me anxious and restless. The sounds of flesh colliding inside undoubtedly meant that my mother was being genuinely fucked by a boy, and this boy was very likely a student at our school.

The thought of my mother being brutally fucked by her own student filled me with a twisted pleasure instead of anger, and my lower body gradually hardened, bulging a large bulge in my pants.

Suddenly, I was surprised to find that the window wasn't completely closed; there was a two-finger-wide gap on the side. Trembling, I stuck my finger in and quietly pulled the curtain open a crack. Bending over, I peeked through with one eye.

The lewd scene before me made my blood boil. My mother was holding the blackboard with both hands, her plump buttocks raised high, her skirt lifted from behind, her underwear still on, pushed aside. A tall boy was standing behind her, his huge penis repeatedly entering and exiting her vagina, bringing out gushes of fluid. Occasionally, my mother would turn her head to kiss the boy intimately. Although I could only see half of his face due to the angle, I could still sense the astonishing allure on her face.

Watching my own mother sway her alluring, white buttocks to meet my student's thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer. I slowly slipped one hand under my crotch and began to masturbate.

Perhaps my mother's position was tiring, or perhaps the boy was giving her immense pleasure, because she quickly screamed and went limp, completely supported by the boy. Looking at her trembling, beautiful body, I knew my mother had reached orgasm. Never having experienced such stimulation before, I shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall.

I gripped the window frame tightly with my other hand to keep from slipping to the ground, but even then I couldn't see inside. I could only hear the boy's low, lewd laughter, "Teacher Lin, your stamina isn't good!" My mother didn't say anything, just kept panting. The boy inside was clearly not satisfied. Before I could catch my breath, the sounds of my mother being fucked came up again. "Teacher Lin, your breasts are so white and soft, I can never get tired of playing with them." I rested for a moment, then quietly lifted the curtains again. Sure enough, my mother was now lying on the podium, her head drooping limply, buried between her arms. The boy was thrusting into her from behind, slowly and forcefully, each thrust penetrating deeply. My mother was moaning as she was fucked, her large, white breasts being held and played with wantonly by the boy.

Now I finally saw the boy's face clearly. He looked familiar, but he wasn't in our class, nor in my mother's class. I knew the students in those two classes; they seemed to be in the same grade. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—I knew who this boy was: Wang An, one of the top students in our grade, praised by many teachers. Rumor had it that his family members were leaders in the Education Bureau, or even higher.

Thinking back to what had happened at home recently, my hands and feet turned ice-cold. I seemed to understand why my mother had been so brazenly manipulated by this boy.

I stared blankly at everything happening inside, my mind a complete blank, but my body reacted involuntarily. When my mother moaned as the boy behind her brought her to orgasm, I ejaculated again, my semen staining the wall.

The continuous, intense stimulation left me slumped against the wall. The inside seemed to be resting, completely silent. After a moment, I heard a soft "smack" and my mother's gasp, "Teacher Lin, come clean me up." Then came the sound of someone sitting down. I struggled to my feet and peeked again. I had never imagined my mother would be so submissive, so utterly devoid of dignity. The boy sat in a chair, and my mother knelt before him, deftly cleaning the filth from his penis with her tongue. Judging by her skill, she had probably done this many times before.

What happened next was even more unbelievable: my mother actually swallowed all the filth. The boy seemed satisfied, stroking my mother's hair. "Teacher Lin, you're getting more and more obedient," he said. My mother looked up, a sweet smile on her face.

Seeing that my mother had finished cleaning the boy, and unsure if they would come out, I hurriedly turned and ran downstairs, carefully closing the iron gate. I ran down to the bottom, hid in a corner, and collapsed there, panting heavily.

I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard the sound of high heels fading away. Maybe my mother had left. I slowly stood up.

Just then, footsteps approached. Before I could react, the person was already in front of me, a huge shadow looming over me. I looked up and froze, my mind blank. It was the boy from before! I trembled all over, wanting to be angry, but unable to. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Wang An smiled, "How was it? Did you enjoy the show? Tsk tsk, such a big mark on the wall, I'll have to get someone to clean it." I was completely dumbfounded. How did he know?

"Strange? I didn't let you in on purpose. Do you think you could witness this exciting scene?" Wang An's smile remained unchanged, but his words were more terrifying than a demon's. "How does it feel to see your mother being played with and fucked by your classmate? Judging from your reaction, it's very exciting." I wanted to refute, but I had no idea how. My heart was filled with an indescribable twisted pleasure. "Here, let me show you." I was stunned, watching Wang An turn to my phone screen. The next moment, I was filled with despair. In the picture, I was bent over, hiding by the window, one hand pulling back the curtains, the other hand rapidly stroking my penis. It was as lewd and ugly as could be. "Hmph, knowing you were coming, I arranged a little something. Your attention was drawn to everything happening in the classroom, of course you wouldn't notice this thing at the other end of the corridor." Wang An chuckled. "Want to show your mother? You look at her, she looks at you, one time each." "No!" I let out a dying cry, my voice sharp and desperate, "No!" If my mother saw it, it would really be the end.

In my deepest despair, a sliver of clarity returned. "You... what do you want me to do?" "Smart. I don't need you to do anything. Just pretend nothing happened. This wonderful teacher isn't done yet." The insulting words stirred something within me, and what followed was even more unexpected. "Judging from

your behavior today, you're not exactly a good kid either. You have feelings for your mother, don't you?" I looked up, wanting to deny it, but faced with Wang An's smiling eyes, I couldn't utter a single word.

Wang An patted my shoulder. "Do as I say, and I'll guarantee you'll be fine, plus there'll be benefits." He handed me a small bag. "Go home. You'll like it.

There'll be even more exciting things to come.

Haha!" Laughter faded away as Wang An left.

I returned home in a daze. My mother wasn't home yet. I rushed into my room, opened the bag, and was shocked by what I found inside: a pair of sexy black pantyhose, crumpled and torn, with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch area, which was particularly noticeable. I remembered that my mother had the exact same pantyhose. My heart immediately raced. The dried marks near the crotch area undoubtedly indicated what kind of ordeal her owner had endured. The thought of my mother being ripped in her pantyhose and forcibly penetrated by Wang An, possibly in a sacred place like school, reignited my lust.

I quickly turned on the computer and inserted another item, a USB drive. Sure enough, it contained a short video, only a few minutes long. My mother was kneeling in front of Wang An. Judging from the background, it was my mother's office. My mother was sucking and rubbing the man's penis with her delicate hands, and the skill she displayed indicated that this wasn't the first time.

Although it was still incredibly stimulating, it wasn't the real, physical sex I was really looking forward to. I was deeply disappointed, and then I remembered Wang An's last words, "There's more to come." I couldn't help but grab the black pantyhose and wrap them around my penis, my mind replaying the scenes of my mother's repeated orgasms in the classroom. I didn't

know when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, feeling listless, I was scolded by my mother, but unaware of the situation, she had no idea why I had insomnia. She just assumed I was under a lot of academic pressure, so after criticizing me, she offered some words of comfort and encouragement. I lowered my head and nodded meekly. When we parted at school, I looked up at my mother's graceful back. My mindset had begun to change. Besides the immense stimulation and temptation from those videos, a desire was surging within me. I wanted to release it, and the target of that desire was naturally the woman I longed for and yearned for.

But I didn't dare. I was afraid of being discovered, and I would be afraid no matter who discovered it. So, I could only think about it all along. But things soon took an unexpected and dramatic turn.

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