Principal and Mother

Fate always appears when we least expect it, pushing our lives onto a completely different path.
Even long afterward, I couldn't forget what I saw in front of the computer that day. That scene completely changed my worldview, even distorting everything about me.
My mother wasn't working overtime in her office; in fact, she was in the principal's office at school. Naturally, she wasn't there as a parent to discuss my studies.
My mother never imagined that I would use a Trojan program to monitor her every move in the principal's office through the computer. So, she shed the mask of "loving mother" she wore in front of her son, revealing her true self as a woman, a mature and beautiful woman.
Before she gave birth to me and acquired the identity of "mother," she possessed an even earlier identity: a mature woman, a sexually active female who had fully matured both physically and mentally.
Before my eyes, the woman who was once my mother, in front of the principal, revealed a lustful desire, a subservient succumbing to sensual pleasure, a female slave enslaved by male domination.
Yes, a utterly depraved beast.
Everything about her was visible to me through the computer screen.
Besides my mother, the principal was also in the principal's office.
My mother was sitting in the principal's chair, but unlike her usual dignified posture, her clothes were disheveled. Her business suit was undone, the buttons on her shirt and blazer undone, her black bra pushed up, exposing her large breasts.
Her knee-length skirt was off, her black lace panties were pulled askew, and she was bound with ropes, her legs spread wide in an M-shape, her ankles tied to the armrests of the chair, preventing her from closing them, her private parts exposed to the public eye.
The scene was just like the "Bound Chair" series in adult films! Aren't all those actresses tied to chairs like this? Her hands were bound behind her head, pressed tightly against the back of her head, preventing her from covering her exposed genitals. That position was like meat on a chopping board, completely at their mercy.
Had Mom finally been trained to this point, entering the realm of SM? Maybe Uncle also enjoys watching that series of adult films.
I watched the live broadcast, my mind wandering to these thoughts. I think I was already terrified, so my thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Mom's hands were no longer free, and naturally, the cell phone wasn't in her hands. She was able to talk to me because the principal next to her was holding the phone to her ear, while the principal's other hand was on Mom's breast, his fingers constantly playing with her nipples. Looking at those swollen, hard nipples, you could tell Mom was already aroused.
Damn! Mom's breasts were so white and big, they looked so tempting to squeeze and knead them! No wonder the principal is so enamored with those gorgeous breasts! Judging by his practiced movements, he must have handled them countless times. I wish I could do that too! My mom's so wanton; having her breasts rubbed by her son would only excite her more!
Being rubbed on the nipples by her lover while talking to her son on the phone—that must drive this wanton slut crazy. The conflict between her chaste mother and lustful woman only fuels her excitement.
Clearly, the sudden call wasn't my mom's decision, but the principal's unauthorized action. It must be some kind of discipline—tying up and playing with a middle-aged beauty while forcing her to maintain a normal conversation with her son. Is this perversion meant to intensify her shame?
Seeing her flushed face and her efforts to maintain her composure, I'm getting increasingly excited. If I were a good son who truly loves my mother, I should end the call immediately so she doesn't have to endure it anymore.
However, after watching the erotic videos of my teacher, senior, and mother for the past few weeks, how could I possibly let go of such an opportunity to indirectly participate in "training my mother"? If I just hung up now, I'd be a complete fool. Even if I were willing, the islanders of Devil's Island wouldn't allow it!
"...Oh, right, Mom, around what time will you be home tonight?" I thought of topics to try and prolong the call while considering what else to say. What topics would excite and embarrass my mother even more? "Hmm... around
ten o'clock! If Xiaoming is tired, he can go to sleep first, no need to wait for me to come home." My mother is really amazing; her voice is perfectly normal. If it weren't for the "live broadcast" on the computer, I probably wouldn't have noticed the difference!
Of course, because my mother and the principal weren't close enough to the video system, they couldn't access the microphone to hear the live audio, so they could only see the video. And from the conversation on the phone, a comparison revealed a noticeable delay in the video feed.
How could I make Mom even more ashamed? That's it! What if Mom thinks I've discovered something…?
"Mom, do you have a cold? Your voice sounds strange," I asked.
"Oh…maybe the office air conditioning is too cold, I caught a chill." On the computer screen, I could see Mom's face change color upon hearing my words. She immediately looked at the principal, her eyes pleading for the man to stop toying with her.
But would the principal do as she said? Of course not. On the contrary, to make Mom even more ashamed, he unleashed his flirting techniques even more aggressively. Holding the phone to her ear with one hand, he unceremoniously slipped his fingers under her crotch, aiming at her private parts. His index and middle fingers joined together, and with a swift movement, he thrust them into her honeypot, digging and probing frantically.
Stimulated so intensely, Mom took a deep breath, barely suppressing the moans that threatened to escape her lips. The way she used all her strength to endure the climax, feigning indifference, was incredibly arousing.
"Mom, why are you suddenly so quiet?" Watching my mother's desperate attempts to suppress her desire, my penis automatically hardened, paying homage to the beautiful sight before me. It was incredibly sexy!
"...Oh, I...I'm looking for something! Mmm..." My mother was multitasking, enduring the principal's masterful flirting techniques while maintaining her usual tone so her son wouldn't detect anything amiss. But her flushed face and uncontrollable lustful expression were already completely displayed before me through the computer screen.
Peeping into my mother's most private secrets, seeing that seductive state of her, a state I would never otherwise have the chance to witness, made me, as her son, feel a surge of heat, as if my body and soul were ignited by a dark, wicked desire.
'If only I could also freely train my mother...' Thinking of this, I couldn't help but continue teasing her.
"But, you're panting, are you running?" I deliberately made her voice sound strange, wanting her to worry. The more she feared being exposed by her son, the more excited she would feel from the humiliation. This made it seem like my uncle and I were cooperating to "train" my mother.
"Ugh... um..." My mother couldn't speak anymore, only responding with nasal moans. If she forced herself to speak, it would probably turn into lewd moans.
"Mom, are you sick? If you're not feeling well, go see a doctor!" Actually, I wanted to say, "Mom, you're feeling great, aren't you? The principal is playing with your cunt so hard with his fingers, it's all wet."
"Ah... after I find the thing, I'll go see a doctor..." On the computer screen, I saw my mother's eyes were glazed with desire, her cunt was wet with love juice, and the principal was cruelly digging into her with his fingers. She was almost at orgasm.
Just thinking about how she might lose control and scream at the peak of pleasure, and how her son would discover her secret through the microphone, that perverse and immoral pleasure made it easier for my mother to reach orgasm. The trained woman's constitution, which becomes more excited the more she is humiliated, allows the mother to maintain the mask of a chaste mother while transforming into a masochistic, submissive woman.
"Mom, take care of yourself, don't get sick!" I tried my best to put on the act of a dutiful son, but my eyes were actually glued to the computer screen, watching my mother being played with so intensely by the older man. I secretly wished the principal's fingers would thrust harder, making my mother climax quickly.
I knew that the more caring I appeared to my mother on the phone, the more I emphasized her role as a mother, which would amplify her shame in this situation of being violated by a man. In that case, it was as if I had indirectly disciplined my mother using the scene arranged by the principal, which was incredibly exciting.
Unfortunately, the older man, the principal, was probably afraid that my mother would actually start moaning, and if I found out, things would be difficult to handle. On the computer screen, I saw him whisper something in my mother's ear. Then, my mother looked relieved and said to me on the phone, "Okay, that's all. Remember...remember to find something to eat! Mom has to go back to work."
She finished in one breath and the call ended without waiting for my response. Judging from the computer screen, the man had turned off his phone. Without the worry of being discovered, my mother seemed to relax. Under the principal's fingers thrusting in and out, she quickly trembled all over, her mouth wide open, apparently screaming loudly during orgasm. It's a pity the computer was too far away to hear the sound, otherwise the scene would have been perfect!
But the most eye-catching thing was that while my mother was screaming, some fluid also gushed out from her lower body! Was it urinary incontinence or...?
I looked closely, almost pressing my eyes to the computer screen. Thanks to the high-resolution image, I finally discovered that the fluid wasn't yellow urine; it looked transparent and colorless. Could it be...? This is the legendary thing I've only seen in some adult films—squirt!
Oh my god! This is truly a huge discovery! I witnessed my mother's squirting! Damn, how many sons in the world have this kind of opportunity?
Okay, I know many sons of adult film actresses have had the chance to see this, no need for you readers to remind me. At least, most of you haven't had the chance to see your mother squirting, right? Anyone among you who has seen it, feel free to criticize me...
But then again, damn it, is this old man a descendant of the One-Finger Divine Skill Master Kato Taka? Does he even know this golden finger technique that dominates the adult film industry? Or is my mom just that sensitive,
a descendant of Kato...? If only I could know this move. If I could make my mother orgasm with my own hands… ah, just thinking about it makes my nose bleed!
Just imagining this scene almost made me ejaculate.
Okay, in that instant, I made up my mind: I absolutely must get my hands on my beautiful homeroom teacher, the school beauty, and my sexy, loving mother! If I don't thoroughly ravish these three sluts in my lifetime, wouldn't I have lived in vain? If I meet the King of the Realm after I die and he finds out I had three beauties in front of me, but didn't manage to sleep with any of them, he might throw a Yuan Qi Ball at me!
First, I need to come up with a detailed plan. Where should I start? To figure out how to execute it, I couldn't see the principal and my mother on the computer screen anymore, so I figured they had finished and left the principal's office. I turned off the computer and thought about it for a long time in my room.
And so, a plan, not very elaborate, but one that would give me a great chance to ravish these three porn stars, slowly surfaced in my mind…

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