My Story with Students' Parents

I remember calling XX Xia that noon. I said I was bringing some review questions for my child, but the implication was clear. I was prepared for her to refuse. If she didn't want to, she could simply not go home and asked me to bring them in a few days or deliver them elsewhere for her to pick up herself. She wouldn't go home until my child returned, leaving me no opportunity to be alone with her. I couldn't exactly go to her workplace to have sex with her. In fact, XX Xia's workplace was struggling; she worked few hours and had long rest periods. XX Xia worked shifts, alternating between morning and afternoon shifts, and usually did piecework at a handicraft shop, earning money by the piece. When I called her, she agreed to work the morning shift that day and do the work from home in the afternoon. I knew immediately that this was a good opportunity.

Here, I should explain that I was a part-time teacher at that tutoring school. I didn't have fixed office hours; I came when I had classes and left when I didn't. There was no fixed office pay, but the good thing was that I wasn't restricted and could take on classes at other schools at any time. It was during the school term, and students were in school during the day, only having time for tutoring in the evenings and on weekends, so I was free during the day.

I bought some review questions and fruit, and went to her house a little before 1 p.m. XX Xia was indeed home, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. After a few pleasantries, I felt it was time to get down to business, so I tentatively put my arm around her waist. XX Xia was sitting on the bed, while I was sitting on the sofa. XX Xia didn't resist, so I took advantage of the situation and kissed her cheek. XX Xia flinched and said, "Don't do this." Such weak resistance couldn't stop me, so I pushed her down onto the bed, my right hand directly touching her left breast through her clothes. Then I rolled over and straddled her, my hand slipping under her clothes to caress both her breasts, my lips naturally on hers. XX Xia pushed me away and said, "Curtains." I realized I had made the mistake of not drawing the curtains again. I got up and drew the curtains, then came back and lay on top of her again. Having experienced it the first time, I wasn't as hasty this time. I kissed her for a while, but received almost no return kisses. I gently stroked her breasts for a while; they weren't very big or firm, just soft. Her nipples were larger than those of a young girl, and the skin on her chest was still very good. Later, with more contact, her breasts had sagged a little. I unzipped her pants and reached down to touch her genitals, but she clearly didn't like me touching her vulva. She usually didn't flinch when I touched her mons pubis, but when I touched her vulva, she would clamp her legs together. I rubbed my right leg between her legs for a while, and then when I spread her legs apart and touched her vulva again, XX Xia would grab my wrist. Forcing things won't work, so since she didn't want to, I didn't force her. I spent most of the time grooming her pubic hair and occasionally touching her clitoris. Feeling she was almost wet, I helped her take off her pants, and then I took mine off too. During this time, XX Xia didn't make a sound, only moaning, but her body language was quite cooperative. I inserted myself at the opportune moment. When I penetrated her, XX Xia let out an "oh," a sound I remember vividly. I lay on top of her for a while, then took off my shirt, and helped her take hers off as well.

It was late autumn then, and the weather was quite cool those days. Northern bungalows don't have central heating; they all need to use stoves. At midday, if the weather wasn't too cold and there was no need to cook, the stoves usually weren't used, as the residual heat from the stoves in the morning kept the house warm. In XX Xia's case, if the children didn't eat lunch, XX Xia would just heat up some rice in the rice cooker and have a quick meal, usually without using a fire, saving coal and firewood. But that day, the house was a bit cold. Once I was naked, it definitely felt a bit cold. While I was engrossed in my work, XX Xia reached over and pulled the blanket over me. I stopped, covered myself with the blanket, and then continued having sex with her under the covers. Given XX Xia's conservative personality and my later understanding of her, even if she was a bit cold, she wouldn't take the initiative. I think her reason for doing this was that she couldn't let go of her pride; being stripped naked and penetrated by a younger man was embarrassing. We did it under the covers, with only our faces exposed, to avoid her embarrassment. For me, as long as it was possible, nothing else mattered.

Doing it with one woman in one position for a long time is a chore for someone with sexual experience like me, but it was different with XX Xia because she was my student's mother, a mature woman, a gentle woman, a woman twenty years older than me—it was incredibly stimulating. Her vagina was soft and warm, not too tight. I thrust forcefully, making muffled slapping sounds under the covers. With a tingling sensation in my lower back, I ejaculated, again inside her vagina.

After ejaculating, I lay on top of XX Xia, panting. XX Xia was also panting, her hands gripping my shoulders. After resting for a while, I noticed a roll of toilet paper on the bedside table. I grabbed it, tore off some, knelt up, and my penis slid out on its own. Xia was clearly faster than me; she grabbed the tissue and quickly stuffed it into her vagina, while I used the tissue to clean my glans. Xia turned her back to me, carefully wiping herself with the tissue, then picked up her underwear to put it on. I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. I reached out and pulled her close, then covered us with the blanket and lay down, holding her shoulders so she could lean against my chest. I said, "I'm too tired, let's rest for a while." She said, "What if someone sees?" I said, "Nobody will see." Then I kissed her nose.

Lying there, we chatted. We talked about her child's studies, her work, life, and income. I learned about her current hardships and repression. For someone from out of town, living alone with her son after a divorce is quite difficult. Fortunately, she works in a large factory, although the factory's performance is declining and restructuring is uncertain. Although the income isn't high, at least she has a stable job that isn't too tiring. She also owns an apartment; although it's a single-story house, in this city center full of high-rises, it's still quite valuable. The developers aren't unwilling to relocate her; they simply can't afford to. As the conversation drifted to the tutoring fee, I naturally declined, saying I valued the child and wanted to help him. The child wasn't exactly academically inclined, but I couldn't very well say I was embarrassed to charge because I'd had sex with him. Then I asked if it was okay for me to ejaculate inside her vagina. Just as I expected, women of her generation used IUDs after childbirth to prevent further pregnancy, and she had one too, so she wasn't worried about me ejaculating inside. Later, I learned that her son also ejaculated without a condom, which excited me.

Finally, we talked about her relationship with her child. At this point, XX Xia cried.

A person needs an outlet for their inner suffering and pressure, but this situation with her son put immense pressure on her, which she could only keep bottled up inside. Now that I'd stumbled upon it, it was no longer a secret to me, and I finally found a way to release it. It turned out that Xiao Hui's parents had divorced when he was young, and he lived with his mother, developing a strong bond with her. However, in the past year, the child suddenly became abnormal. Xiao Hui, who was originally introverted and gentle, often threw tantrums, frequently argued with his mother, and his grades dropped. XX Xia began observing her child and discovered that he was peeking at her while she was changing clothes. She also discovered him reading pornography and even found tissues covered in semen in the trash can. As a responsible mother, she tried to communicate with her child, but he initially resisted and threw tantrums whenever she tried to talk to him. The mother had no effective solutions and could only try various ways to talk to him. Finally, the child asked his mother to help him solve the problem. I can't imagine the scene at that moment, but XX Xia must have been extremely shocked and angry. XX Xia said she was very angry and hit her child. From then on, the child began to treat his mother with emotional abuse, stopped studying properly (frankly, I don't think he's very academically capable), and even masturbated more frequently. Finally, the child's mother gave in. To me, it's like some scenes from pornographic novels. The mother initially helped the child masturbate, and the child gradually became more obedient and started attending extra classes, but he also began to have designs on his mother. Finally, about two months ago, he raped his mother while she was asleep. At this point, XX Xia cried even harder. Then the situation reversed. For a period, the mother ignored the child, and after having sex with her, the child became afraid, stopped resisting, and was very obedient. Seeing this, XX Xia realized that her child was now compliant. During the time she ignored him, she had actually been working on herself, eventually accepting the mother-son relationship. However, the initiative ultimately returned to the mother's hands; she controlled the frequency and timing.

I knew how much pressure this was putting on her, but I suddenly remembered an article I'd read by a female author titled "Questions and Answers about Having Sex with Your Son." I used that article to comfort XX Xia. I told her that once this kind of relationship occurs between a mother and son, the most important thing is how to hide it. If you hide it well, everything else is secondary. Also, once the child has a girlfriend or wife, this relationship will naturally fade or end, and the child will eventually return to a normal life. Actually, I knew that what I said was just comforting words. XX Xia herself would definitely make her own decisions about what to do and what to do, because she was the one involved and knew the situation best.

After hearing XX Xia's story, I was aroused, especially holding a naked woman in a warm bed. How could I not feel lust? I pressed myself against her again, kissed her, caressed her, and had sex with her again.

I didn't have Xiao Hui's class that day, and I had to leave around 6 PM, otherwise I would have run into him. I remember I was late for my class at school that day and only managed to attend half of it.

In the years that followed, we maintained a frequency of sexual activity roughly once a week, sometimes even less. Later, Xiaohui only got into a regular high school, then went to a junior college to study road and bridge engineering, and finally got a job at an engineering company, mainly working on road and bridge construction in other cities. He was busy outside every day in the summer and stayed home during the winter, living a relatively comfortable life.

My relationship with XX Xia continued, but the frequency gradually decreased over time, and now it's almost nonexistent. Initially, our sex life consisted of me on top of her. I tried to change positions several times, but she wouldn't agree, until later we started having rear-entry and side-entry. However, she never gave me oral sex, nor did she ever have sex with me on top. She didn't particularly like me touching her clitoris and vaginal opening. Later, when I inserted my fingers into her vagina, she finally accepted me touching her vaginal opening, but refused to let me insert my fingers into her vagina. I only occasionally inserted them a few times when she was in a state of arousal. In short, she's a very conservative person, unlike those born in the 80s and 90s who are more open-minded. I respect her a lot. The worst thing I ever did to her was probably like in those Japanese adult films: after we made love, I wouldn't let her wipe herself, I made her lie on the bed with her legs spread, watching the semen flow out. That's all. As for her relationship with her son, it ended after he got a girlfriend.

That's basically the end of XX Xia's story. Looking back now, I've encountered quite a few strange or unusual women. If I have the chance, I'll write about my stories with other women (girls).

[The End]

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