My tutor

I'm in my early thirties. I was born, went to school, and worked in an inland city since childhood. Except for internships, travel, and business trips, I've always lived in this city. All my past experiences have taken place here. Although my parents were just ordinary workers with modest salaries, I inherited several properties from my loving grandfather and maternal grandfather, especially a small shop near the inpatient department of the city's largest hospital, which was incredibly lucrative. Therefore, before I had a formal job at thirty, although my income wasn't high, I never worried about money. However, because I was rather low-key and of average appearance, I was always seen as an ordinary person by those around me. Now, looking back, some of the women and girls I've encountered and those I'm currently encountering are now wives and mothers. Today, let me slowly recall a mature woman, the mother of one of my students—XX Xia.

I remember when I was a teacher at a tutoring school, I took on some classes for middle school boys. One boy, named XXX, was in the fourth year of middle school and came to the school for physics tutoring. After a few lessons, his mother asked me if I could tutor him at her home. She explained that the school takes a cut of the profits, leaving teachers with less, and home tutoring would save the child the hassle of traveling, allowing for better negotiation on class time and price – a win-win situation. Many teachers do this behind the school's back, and I was no exception.

At first glance, I could tell the boy was quiet and introverted, and his clothing suggested a modest background. His mother, XX Xia (I only learned her name later), was a typical kind mother, though time had left its mark on her face. She was probably in her forties, a little over 1.6 meters tall, of medium build, with a slightly dark complexion. She spoke softly and gently, showing great consideration for others, making her very likable. Through conversation with the boy, I learned he came from a single-parent family; his parents were divorced, and they lived in a single-story house. His mother worked at a nearby state-owned factory whose business had declined significantly; her income was low, but fortunately, it was relatively relaxed, and she wasn't overly strict.

Initially, my lessons at her house were from 7:30 PM to 9:30 PM, two hours each. I don't remember the exact number of lessons per week, but I would also squeeze in lessons on Saturdays and Sundays. This continued for a while. Because I was very approachable, I easily gained the trust of the mother and son and learned their daily routines. Perhaps I didn't pay attention, but during this time, I didn't notice anything unusual about them. The incident happened one evening. Due to personal reasons, I couldn't arrive at her house until after 8:30 PM that day, so I called XX Xia to ask if the lesson was canceled. XX Xia said no, it was fine to be a little late. We agreed to start the lesson at 8:30 PM. However, I finished work early that day, so I arrived at her house a little after 7:30 PM. Her house was in one of the few shantytowns in the city; although small, it was a detached house with its own yard. The outer gate was locked, but XX Xia, trusting me, told me I could reach in from the outside and open the gate. I opened the gate and entered the yard that day, finding the curtains drawn, but the lights were on inside. Out of curiosity about why the curtains were drawn, and also out of a wicked impulse, I secretly listened through the window.

I heard soft moans and gasps, "Mommy... umm..." followed by XX Xia's voice saying, "Oh... the teacher should be here soon..." and then more gasps. I was shocked because I also have a mother complex, but I've never thought of doing anything to my own mother; I simply wouldn't dare. Yet, this real-life mother-son story was unfolding right before my eyes, and I could hardly believe it. Less than five minutes later, XXX's voice came, "Oh... uh..." I knew the child was finished. With a slightly perverse sense of humor, I knocked on their door at that moment. I heard a series of clattering sounds from inside, followed by XX Xia's voice, "Who is it?" I said, "Teacher Zou." A voice inside replied, "Wait a minute." After a short while, XX Xia came and opened the door. I could clearly see a blush on her normally pale face, and her eyes were somewhat evasive. The front of her clothes was intact, but the back was tucked into her pants. I greeted him and went into the inner room. XXX was still at his desk, writing, looking somewhat tired, but still as sullen as ever. I glanced at the bed; the blankets had clearly been opened and hastily folded. I vaguely saw a pair of underwear, and in the trash can, I saw crumpled fingers. I remained silent until XX Xia poured us water. Then, I deliberately glanced at the barely visible underwear and then at XX Xia, making sure she saw it. XX Xia visibly paused. As I continued teaching, she muttered, "He didn't even fold the blankets properly after sleeping," and folded them again, of course, putting the underwear away as well.

The next day, I deliberately arrived at his house at 5:30. I knew his school ended at 7:00, and his mother got off work at 4:30. My reason for arriving so early was driven by ulterior motives. XX Xia was naturally surprised by my early arrival, and because of what happened the day before, she seemed somewhat awkward being alone with me. I told her my class was canceled at the last minute, so I came early. Then we started talking about the children's studies and lives, and eventually the conversation turned to their lives. Jiang Changxia seemed like a strong person, but even the strongest have their vulnerable side. She said her child was her only hope, and although the family wasn't wealthy, she wanted to create the best conditions for her child. She started crying as she spoke. I said the child was a good child, but shouldn't be spoiled too much; some things still needed to be considered. As I spoke, I glanced at the blanket. Jiang Changxia knew I was implying something, but what could she say at that moment? She could only nod. I added fuel to the fire: "There are some things you absolutely mustn't let outsiders know." Hearing this, she burst into tears. I comforted her, patting her back. Jiang Changxia said, "What can I do? I only have this one child, my only hope. I can give my child anything, but what else can I give him? I have no face to live." I quickly said, "You can't say that. What will happen to your child if you're gone? I won't tell anyone, don't worry." Auntie (that's what I've always called her, after all, she's twenty years older than me), you're such a strong and kind person, God will take care of you. XX Xia said, "I'm a woman, I've done everything I could, I've even done what men do, but after all, I'm not a man, and there's no man in this family." I said, "Auntie, if you need anything in the future, just tell me, and I'll do my best to help." As I said this, I hugged her and wiped away her tears. After wiping away her tears, I casually placed my hand on her chest. It was late autumn, and her family lived in a single-story house with a stove. It was a bit warm inside, and her mother was wearing a fleece sweater and baggy black pants. Women usually don't wear bras at home, so I didn't dare to press too hard, but I could feel the softness inside. XX Xia somehow rested her head against my shoulder blade, and I impulsively kissed her. Looking back now, if she had refused or resisted, the consequences would have been unimaginable. My initial thought was just to get some advantage verbally or physically, I had no intention of having sex. In a moment of impulse, I kissed her cheek and lips, my hand naturally grabbing her breasts, then I pushed her down onto the bed. XX Xia gently pushed my shoulders away, but I went straight for her lips, my hand slipping inside her clothes to caress her breasts. With that, I first opened her clothes, sucking on her nipple, my hand lingering outside her pants a few times, not daring to go inside. Then XX Xia pushed me to get up, but of course I didn't, continuing to hold her down. XX Xia said to me, "The curtains are gone." I quickly got up and closed the curtains, turning back to find XX Xia still lying on the bed. I pressed myself against her, yanking down her pants and underwear, unbuckled my belt, quickly pulled down my pants, and thrust my penis into her vagina. Although the position was very awkward, she was a mature woman and not too tight, so after a few tries I finally managed to penetrate her. During this time, XX Xia just kept her eyes closed, holding onto my arms or shoulders, but her legs were still relatively cooperative, bent and spread apart. Because I hadn't taken off her pants, they were all around her ankles, making the position awkward, but she didn't say anything.

Actually, the reason I was so eager to penetrate was because, based on past experience, the vagina is a woman's most fatal weakness. Once it's conquered, nothing else matters. After all, once the most private place has been seen and penetrated, nothing else matters. Therefore, brothers, remember, once you've penetrated her, even if you haven't ejaculated, it won't be difficult to have sex with her again next time. On a side note, a vagina that's too tight isn't actually comfortable; a moderate amount of looseness is quite pleasant, unless it's too loose, like a belt. We can start a discussion thread about this sometime.

After a few thrusts, I gradually pulled down my pants and hers so I could spread her legs. Actually, the first time we had sex, it was quite short, less than ten minutes, maybe even less, but it was incredibly stimulating. I didn't use a condom and ejaculated inside her. She gently and experiencedly held my neck and back; neither of us took off our shirts. After I finished, I got up, found some tissues for her to clean herself, and she took them and cleaned herself with her back turned. I wiped myself on my undershirt (I always do this when I'm in a hurry) and got dressed.

I said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I was a little impulsive, but I really like you." After getting dressed, XX Xia said, "Don't say anything, the child will be back soon." Then she got up to prepare dinner. I went over and hugged her from behind, saying, "I mean it, if there's anything you need me to do, I'll definitely do it without hesitation." She said, "Okay, the child will be back soon. All I want in my life is for the child to be well." I hugged her waist and touched her breasts from the outside; she gently nudged my ribs with her elbow. I let go of her and said, "I'll come earlier tomorrow to see if there's anything I can help with." XX Xia didn't say anything, just lowered her head; I knew she acquiesced.

Later, the child came home, we went to class, and then I went home. That was the end of the day, but my relationship with his mother began from that moment.

[The End]

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