Teacher Mom on Mid-Autumn Festival Night

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunions, apartment 5, building 6 of Xingyuan Community was unusually quiet, lacking the usual festive cheer. However, a figure was busy in the kitchen, skillfully wielding a knife and spatula. Forty minutes later, plates of beautifully presented and fragrant dishes were laid out on the dining table. After a symphony of clattering pots and pans, the figure stopped. Ah! Finally, a clearer view revealed a woman, about 1.7 meters tall, with long, jet-black hair piled high at the nape of her neck, revealing her fair skin. She wore a dark purple silk blouse and a long, knee-length black skirt, a simple yet elegant and harmonious combination. The clothes couldn't conceal her figure; the blouse created two graceful curves at her chest, high and firm. The skirt accentuated her slender waist, and her hips, though covered by the skirt, still displayed beautiful curves, slightly upturned. Her calves, barely concealed by the skirt, were evenly white. She exuded an aura of maturity and elegance. After placing the last dish on the table, the figure finally raised her head; she appeared to be thirty-three or thirty-four years old. Beneath thick, well-defined eyebrows, her eyes shone brightly like black gemstones. Her delicate nose was like a jade carving, and her flawless face always wore a slight smile, with a faint dimple on each cheek. Looking at this face, one couldn't help but admire the artistry of God. Indeed, it was a captivating face, the face of a classic Chinese beauty; every feature, every curve, was perfect, radiating elegance and nobility. The figure looked at the exquisite meal she had prepared and smiled with satisfaction. She let out a long sigh, checked her watch, and perhaps thinking it was still early, went into the bathroom. "Ring ring..." A rapid phone call rang. The figure quickly went to the living room to answer the phone. As she held the phone to her ear, a charming smile returned to her beautiful face. A blush would occasionally appear on her face, but when she hung up the phone, a hint of helplessness and melancholy crept into her brows. She then sat there quietly, lost in thought.

This figure—no! This woman is Luo Yunya. If you weren't told, you would never believe she was 40 years old, judging from her face and figure.

Luo Yunya came from a family of highly educated intellectuals. Her father was a professor at a prestigious university, and her mother was a professor at a renowned dance academy. At 16, she was admitted to the cultural troupe of a military region. Her dance was a staple of the troupe, and coupled with her beautiful appearance, she was known as "the most beautiful woman in the army." It was an era

that revered heroes. At 19, when Luo Yunya was experiencing her first stirrings of love, she met Qiao Jun, a combat hero and the chief boatswain of a heroic naval vessel, who was seven years her senior. Luo Yunya was captivated by his heroic spirit and mysterious combat experiences, and fell deeply in love with him. She quickly married this soldier. Married life was sweet for Luo Yunya, but this sweetness was fleeting. On the eighth day of their marriage, Qiao Jun received a telegram from his unit ordering him to return immediately due to an urgent mission. Despite his reluctance, as soldiers, they had to put aside their newlywed joy and happiness. Qiao Jun bid farewell to his gentle and loving wife and hurriedly returned to his unit. When he returned home two years later, he saw not only his wife but also their one-year-old son, Qiao Jialin. Time flew by, and this long-distance relationship lasted for 20 years. During those 20 years, Luo Yunya went from working in the cultural troupe to becoming a teacher at a dance academy in her city.

Qiao Jun also rose from a boatswain to a senior colonel and captain. Although Qiao Jun had a two-week leave to visit his family every two years, how much comfort could this long-distance couple receive? Moreover, if there was combat readiness duty or other urgent missions, Qiao Jun would be overseas during his leave. Once, Qiao Jun had just arrived home at noon when the next morning he received a call from his unit ordering him to return immediately. Counting on their fingers, the couple had spent less than three months together since their marriage. For a woman, this meant longing, loneliness, and solitude. She had felt wronged, tossing and turning under the lamp alone countless nights, feeling lost as she watched others celebrate with their families. But Luo Yunya, a former soldier herself, understood her husband and the responsibilities he bore. She had no complaints, single-handedly managing the entire household and raising their son. She was comforted that her son, Qiao Jialin, not only grew up healthy but was also obedient and well-behaved… Because his father wasn't around, he faced things independently from a young age, giving him a maturity beyond his years. Qiao Jialin never made her angry and often helped with housework. At such a young age, he already knew how to care for her. Whenever she gazed at her son, she felt a sense of happiness and pride. And in her son, she always saw her husband's reflection.

The phone call just now was from her husband, Qiao Jun. Qiao Jun was about to lead his men on a combat readiness duty, and since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he called home to greet his wife and son. Hearing her husband say he would spend the festival with them at sea, Luo Yunya felt a mix of sweetness and bitterness in her heart. She hung up the phone and drifted into a daze. "Ding...ding...ding..." The wall clock struck six, pulling Luo Yunya's thoughts from the distant South China Sea back to reality. She looked up at the clock, remembering her son would be back soon, and hurried into the kitchen. A bright full moon hung high in the sky, its gentle light spilling onto Luo Yunya's balcony. At that moment, Luo Yunya and her son, Qiao Jialin, were eating on the balcony. Watching her tall, handsome son enjoying the food she had prepared, a sense of comfort and joy rose from her heart. Luo Yunya said to her son, "Jialin, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and tomorrow is the weekend. You don't have school. Shall we have a drink to celebrate? Your dad called this afternoon and said he'll be at sea celebrating with us!" "Okay! But can you drink? I've never seen Mom drink before!" Jialin looked up at Luo Yunya and said. "It's okay, a little bit shouldn't be a problem, right? Besides, it's red wine." "Alright then! As long as Mom's happy! I'll go get the wine." Hearing her son's words and watching his back, Luo Yunya felt an indescribable sense of relief. Time passed slowly as her son told her funny stories about school, and a bottle of red wine unknowingly seeped into their bloodstream. Red wine is inherently potent, and the early autumn evening breeze only exacerbated the situation for Luo Yunya and Qiao Jialin, who didn't drink much. After telling a funny story, Qiao Jialin couldn't hear his mother's laughter. Turning around, he saw his mother had fallen asleep on the table. Qiao Jialin thought: Heh, it seems Mom's drunk. She can't drink but still wants to.

He slowly stood up, realizing he was also dizzy and lightheaded. He forced himself to stay upright, helped Luo Yunya up, and dragged her into his mother's bedroom. Just as he was about to reach his mother's bedside, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor. Fortunately, his mother, due to inertia, fell beside the bed. Jialin, supporting himself on the bed, tried to slowly stand up. As soon as he sat up, he noticed something white in front of him. He shook his head and looked closely. It was two legs, long, slender, snow-white legs. It turned out that when Luo Yunya fell onto the bed, her skirt had been lifted up, completely exposing her legs. Jialin looked up along the legs. Wait, how come it's a person, a woman? And she seemed familiar. The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, sleeping sweetly. Two buttons on her shirt were undone, the collar open, revealing one side of her pale yellow bra. The bra only covered half of her breasts, revealing half of her snow-white, pinkish mounds, which rose and fell with her breath. Seeing all this, Jialin's heart pounded wildly. He felt his blood boiling, a surge of heat spreading from his lower abdomen to every part of his body. A primal urge made him press down on the woman. The woman, in a daze, felt a body pressing down on her, a pair of burning hands roaming over her body, her clothes being removed layer by layer, those hands powerfully kneading her breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs. She felt waves of pleasure travel through her brain, through every nerve, every cell. She wanted to open her eyes, to see those hands clearly, to see who owned them. But no matter what, she could only open them slightly. In her blur, she felt the owner of those hands resembled her husband. Looking closer, yes! It was her husband. She closed her eyes again, savoring the pleasure. She felt as if she were swimming in the ocean. The hands finally stopped—no! They didn't stop, but instead parted her legs. Then the strong body pressed down again, and something burning hot, after several thrusts, pierced her body. After a tearing pain, intense pleasure, accompanied by the thrusting of that thing, surged from her lower body once more, even more exciting than before. Slowly, this pleasure lifted her up, as if she were floating in the sky, drifting in a sea of clouds. Floating and drifting, she finally floated to heaven.

Her body slowly went limp, feeling increasingly powerless. The hot thing had left her, and the person who had been pressing down on her was nowhere to be found. She no longer had the strength to search, and gradually drifted off to sleep. Jialin, lying on top of the woman, his hands involuntarily roaming over her body, unknowingly discovered that the woman and his clothes were gone. Her snow-white flesh caught his eye, especially her breasts, white with a pinkish tinge, topped with two small, bright red stones—not agate, but something else entirely. Reaching out to grasp them, he found them soft and elastic, smooth as jade. Looking down, between her legs, a patch of dark, molten grass formed an inverted triangle. He reached out his other hand to investigate. The grass was wet. Oh! It was a swamp. After a moment of exploration, his genitals instinctively thrust towards the woman's crotch, as if searching for something. After several setbacks, he finally found himself in a warm, moist cave. It wasn't hard inside, but rather unusually slippery. The spirit in his lower body felt like it had returned to a warm home, churning inside, waves of intense pleasure shooting from its genitals to its brain. He directed the spirit to struggle desperately within the cave, until finally a gush of water gushed from its depths, splashing onto the spirit's head. A warm sensation in its lower abdomen caused the spirit to vomit, and then it slowly slid out of the cave. He rolled to one side, a wave of exhaustion spreading through his limbs, and he too fell into a deep sleep.

[The End]

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