Beautiful Mom Tang Yating

Chapter 1

"I know, I know. I'll listen to Mom at home and study hard at school... Okay, I'm going to school now, goodbye Dad!" I tossed the phone to Mom, turned around, grabbed my schoolbag, and rushed out the door like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Mom shook her head helplessly, picked up the phone, and immediately heard her husband's gentle voice: "Tingting, how's work going lately?" "Hehe, don't worry, Uncle Wang is taking care of me at work, so it's usually quite relaxed. After all, it's a company, unlike the hospital where there are endless patients." Feeling her father's concern, Mom felt a sweet warmth in her heart: "Hmm... don't worry, I'll take care of things at home, and Xiaojie's studies won't be a problem...

Hmm, I know, take care of yourself over there.

Okay, okay, I'll hang up now. Goodbye!" After hanging up, Mom sighed softly.

She had thought that after transferring from the hospital to her current workplace, without the busy work, she would have more time to spend with her family. She hadn't expected her father to be transferred to Dubai, and for over a year.

Although the family income increased significantly as a result, it was impossible to leave me, who was not yet 12 years old, in the care of relatives while she went abroad with her father.

However, this meant that living apart from her husband was inevitable in order to care for me.

Thinking that her husband had been abroad for almost five months and she still wasn't used to it, her mother felt a little sad but also amused:

her child was so grown up, yet she still acted like a little girl just starting out in love.

She shook her head self-deprecatingly, then realized it was getting late, so she grabbed her bag, hurriedly opened the door, and went out.

"Hey, Xiao Tang! Good morning! Going to work?" A voice suddenly came from the upper left, startling her mother who was locking the door.

She turned around and saw Old Song, who lived upstairs, standing on the stairs, smiling at her.

"Oh, Master Song, good morning!" "Hehe, Little Tang, going to work so early?" "Yes, although it's not far, I have to change buses once, so I have to leave early." "Ah, right," Old Song slapped his forehead, "You work at Hongfeng now." Mom nodded, smiled at Old Song, and turned to walk downstairs.

She still had to go to work, unlike Old Song, who was retired and could chat leisurely at home.

Because she was in a hurry to get downstairs, Mom moved a little too quickly and didn't notice that the hem of her pale yellow dress had fluttered up, revealing a section of her calf covered in skin-colored stockings.

Old Song seized this rare opportunity, staring intently at his beautiful neighbor's slender, stockinged legs beneath her skirt until his mother's stunning figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs. He then swallowed hard, still salivating: "

Damn, that girl is a real stunner. She's thirty-five, but looks like she's only in her twenties.

Every time I see her, she wears stockings…

If only I could touch her legs…"

Meanwhile, his mother, completely unaware of her neighbor's fantasies about her own stockinged legs, was hurrying towards the subway station.

This time of day was rush hour; the subway wasn't late, but getting on a train was a matter of luck.

Several times, Mom had to give up on getting on the bus, watching helplessly as the packed carriage stopped in front of her, only for one or two more people to magically squeeze in before it drove off.

Today was similar; looking at the carriage, which resembled a can of sardines, Mom, who hated crowds, decided to wait for the next one.

The direct consequence of this decision was that 30 minutes later, she practically ran into the temporary medical room located on the west side of Building A of the Hongfeng Group.

"Thank goodness..." Looking at her watch, Mom confirmed she wasn't late and finally felt relieved.

She had a strong sense of pride and didn't want her colleagues to think she was the kind of person who liked to take advantage of connections to be late or leave early.

After tidying up the already impeccably clean table, Mom, holding a cup of coffee, glanced somewhat boredly out the window.

This temporary clinic had originally been a server room, so its location wasn't ideal. It was in the westernmost corner of Building A, surrounded by only two other server rooms and a small warehouse, and hardly anyone ever came here.

The entire clinic had only one north-facing window.

From there, all you could see was the factory buildings in the distance, while Buildings B and C, and the open space between them and the factory, were completely obscured.

In short, the view was terrible.

"Fortunately, the clinic will be fully renovated in half a month, and then I can work in a spacious and bright office." Knowing that the clinic's renovation was specially arranged by Wang Dezhong because she was coming to work there, Mom was very grateful for Uncle Wang's care.

Actually, coming to Hongfeng was only because Grandpa mentioned during a meal that Mom's work at the hospital was too hard, and the next day Wang Dezhong let Mom work at the Hongfeng clinic.

Not only was the salary higher than at the hospital, but the daily work was also incredibly leisurely:

it only involved occasionally issuing sick leave and dispensing medicine.

Unlike at the hospital, where there were endless patients to see, and she was so busy all day that she didn't even have time to eat.

As for the possibility of accidents in the factory that could injure workers, that's not something Mom, a doctor in a clinic, needs to worry about—the nearby hospital will naturally handle that.

However, this leisurely pace can sometimes become boring. Like now, Mom feels it's too quiet around her, and if there's nothing to do, she's afraid she'll fall asleep.

A series of knocks on the door instantly wakes Mom from her drowsiness: "Come in!" "Good morning, Dr. Tang!" The middle-aged man who entered greeted Mom politely.

"Oh, good morning, Director Zhao!" Recognizing that this was Zhao Jin, the second-in-command at Hongfeng, the vice president and director of the office, who was practically the top superior of the medical office, Mom quickly stood up to greet him: "What's wrong, Director Zhao? Is something the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Jin laughed: "What, do you have to be seriously ill to come here? Then it seems I won't be able to see Dr. Tang again, hehe." Mom was taken aback, thinking that this Director Zhao seemed quite easy to talk to, unlike what she had heard at lunch in the cafeteria last week. Moreover, he was quite humorous. The leaders of the hospital where she used to work liked to put on airs when they saw their subordinates.

Thinking this way, she became less reserved and asked with a smile, "Then what brings Director Zhao here?" Seeing the beautiful woman's smile, Zhao Jin was momentarily speechless.

Actually, he had noticed his mother from her very first day at Hongfeng.

This young female doctor was not only charming but also had a wonderful personality—gentle and kind.

The self-proclaimed womanizer Zhao Jin had already planned to get his hands on her as soon as possible.

Now, speaking to his mother face-to-face, he found her even more beautiful than he had initially perceived from a distance, possessing an allure that other young women lacked.

Looking at his mother's beautiful face, her high breasts beneath her white shirt, and smelling the faint scent of her perfume, even the seasoned Zhao Jin couldn't control himself for a moment. His mind immediately conjured up images of a bed and a sofa…

However, as the vice president of Hongfeng Group and a prominent figure in the business world, he had experienced all sorts of situations. He composed himself slightly and smiled, saying, "Dr. Tang, you've been at Hongfeng for almost a month now. How are you settling in? Unlike a hospital, where you have colleagues to help, the medical clinic here at headquarters is practically yours alone, so it might be a bit busy." He then deliberately adopted a leader's tone, saying, "If you encounter any difficulties, don't hesitate to speak up, young man. Don't be shy, haha, the world ultimately belongs to you!" His mother burst out laughing, "If Director Zhao says that, don't I become like Gang..." "A young girl who's only been out of school for two or three years?" "Isn't that right?" Zhao Jin laughed. "Judging from your appearance, you should have just graduated with a master's degree, right? You've just stepped out of the school gates, so you might still be a little unaccustomed to the workplace. Of course, although Hongfeng Group has strict discipline, it won't be too demanding of young employees, so Comrade Tang, don't feel any pressure..." Before he could finish speaking, his mother interrupted him with a smile: "Director Zhao, my child is almost 12 years old..." "Ah...ah?" Zhao Jin, who was feeling proud of his witty remarks that had made the beautiful woman smile, was stunned when he heard this:

What, she already has a child?

He couldn't help but blurt out, "No way, Dr. Tang, you look no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven. How could your child be twelve already?" His mother shook her head. "I've worked at the municipal hospital for over nine years. How could I only be in my twenties?" However, being mistaken for someone much younger made his mother, like any woman, very happy. And what she had just heard made her feel that although Zhao Jin was a big... The group's vice president, yet he could joke so freely with his subordinates, must be a very easy person to get along with. So, he half-jokingly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll bring my son over in a few days to prove it?" "Ah... okay, okay." Even though Zhao Jin managed to hide his embarrassment, he thought to himself:

No wonder Tang Yating, despite looking young and beautiful, possesses a captivating charm that only mature women have; she's already over thirty.

The thought that she was already the mother of a 12-year-old child yet still so stunningly beautiful, like a ripe, sweet fruit, made Zhao Jin's throat go dry. He felt an urge to immediately pin his mother down on the desk, tear off her skirt, and take her right there and then.

Despite his thoughts, Zhao Jin knew the time wasn't right and he couldn't be so reckless:

the other woman was not only married but also had a child, so he needed to adjust his old tricks for seducing young girls.

With that in mind, he started chatting with his mother about trivial things, hoping to learn more about her, get closer to her, and thus increase her positive feelings towards him.

As they chatted, Zhao Jin looked up and suddenly noticed that two large cabinets full of medicine in the infirmary had been moved, tied together with a rope, and a curtain was draped over them, obscuring part of the space behind them.

"Dr. Tang, what's this?" "Oh, this," Mom glanced at the white curtain and said with a smile, "I brought the wooden bed from the warehouse next door here and put it against the wall; it's just the right size. I'll cover the bed with these two cabinets and add a curtain in the middle so I can take a nap at noon." Mom was quite proud of her "creative idea":

she had a habit of taking a nap, and if she hadn't rearranged things like this, she would have had to sleep on the examination bed next to the office desk. In comparison, the small space behind the curtain gave her a sense of security, allowing her to sleep more soundly in this simple temporary clinic.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, the clinic won't be finished for a few more days, so the conditions are really poor right now. But, Dr. Tang, you're really creative!" Zhao Jin praised his mother somewhat exaggeratedly, "It seems Old Wang really made the right decision to hire you. If you have time in the future, you can also go and see the other departments; those young men are too rigid in their work." "Hehe, I'm not good at business, but my husband is quite good at it." When her husband was mentioned, her mother's voice lowered slightly.

"Oh, to be Dr. Tang's husband, he must be a young talent." "Not at all, Director Zhao, you flatter me. He's just the person in charge of some overseas projects in his company." Her mother said modestly.

Zhao Jin's eyes flashed: "Then, doesn't he travel a lot for work?" "Yes, he's still in Dubai. He won't be back for over a year." His mother said with a somewhat forlorn expression, her longing evident in her words.

Oh, alone in an empty house?

Zhao Jin was secretly delighted:

they say thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. A mature beauty like this, who hasn't been pampered in a long time, would be much easier to seduce. It seems there's no need for beating around the bush; he might as well just go straight…

He glanced at the curtain again and said calmly, “That Dr. Tang must be having a tough time, having to work and take care of the family. How about this, if you have any work-related issues, remember to tell me. Old Wang is the boss; there are some things he might not be able to handle.” As he spoke, he couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's high, firm breasts and slender waist, thinking:

Of course, I'll take good care of you in bed and “feed you well.”

"Thank you, Director Zhao!" Mom had no idea of the filthy thoughts swirling in Zhao Jin's mind; she only thought Director Zhao was indeed a good boss.

The company clinic was indeed very quiet; after a long day's work, no one came except Zhao Jin.

Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, Mom thought no one would come and was preparing to pack her things to go home when the clinic door was suddenly pushed open.

"Hehe, Miss Ya Ting!" Entering was a rather sleazy-looking young man with dyed yellow hair. He rubbed his hands together and laughed, saying, "Miss Ya Ting, I'm sorry to bother you so soon." "Call me Dr. Tang!" Mom looked at the young man with considerable displeasure.

She knew this was Teng Zihua, the deputy director of workshop number one and deputy head of the R&D department.

Workshop number one was the most important production area in the group's headquarters, requiring dedicated supervision to prevent accidents. As the deputy head of the R&D department, Teng Zihua's job was essentially this supervisory role.

He and Zhao Jin were distant relatives; he had followed Zhao Jin since childhood, and his entry into Hongfeng was actually thanks to Zhao Jin's help.

However, he was incompetent and couldn't handle R&D work or provide technical guidance, so he could only do supervisory work, pressing buttons on the instruments in workshop number one.

His mother didn't have a good impression of him because Teng Zihua always looked at girls with a lecherous gaze. He would also make some boring jokes when he occasionally ran into his mother at work. He was the person his mother disliked the most after she joined Hongfeng.

However, despite her dislike, the mother didn't forget her position: "What's wrong, Director Teng? Are you feeling unwell?" "Oh!" Teng Zihua, who was secretly admiring his mother's ample breasts, was taken aback by the question, then quickly came to his senses: "Me? Oh, right... I've had a headache for the past two days, right here." He brushed his hair aside with his left hand and pointed to the area above his forehead with his right: "Could it be a concussion, Dr. Tang...?" "Sit down, let me take a look." Although Teng Zihua didn't look like he had a concussion at all, and the infirmary didn't have the necessary equipment, out of a doctor's sense of responsibility, the mother still decided to check his head for any injuries.

Little did she know that Teng Zihua had come here purely because he was lusting after her beauty and wanted to get close to her; the concussion was just a made-up excuse.

"Lower your head a little," his mother gently supported Teng Zihua's head, occasionally brushing aside a few strands of hair to carefully examine his scalp for any injuries.

Feeling his mother's soft fingers brushing across his head, as if giving him a massage, Teng Zihua was overjoyed.

And now, this position perfectly exposed his mother's high, firm breasts to his eyes, allowing him a legitimate and close-up view of those long-desired, full breasts…

“Huh?!” Lost in his enjoyment, Teng Zihua was suddenly surprised to discover that, because he was so close to his mother's breasts, he could actually see her bra through her white shirt in the lamplight!

No…

Not only the shape of the bra cups, but even the patterns on them were barely visible, and the shirt's obstruction only created a more alluring, tantalizing effect.

"Wow, so big..." Looking at the white bra stretched taut by her full, firm breasts, Teng Zihua felt like she was about to have a nosebleed:

A D cup, right?!

She wanted to just...

grab it and squeeze it hard...

"You haven't had any head injuries. If it's a headache, it might be..." Her mother started to say, but then noticed Teng Zihua's eyes were glazed over, clearly not listening.

Although she didn't realize she had just given Teng Zihua's eyes a good eye-opener, her mother was genuinely disgusted by the other's lewd expression.

Frowning slightly, Mom turned and opened the medicine cabinet, intending to pick out one or two suitable medicines for Teng Zihua and then end the consultation.

Teng Zihua, still reeling from the visual feast, was immediately captivated by a new sight:

because she was bending over to find the medicine, her mother's buttocks were facing him.

Her pale yellow dress was exquisitely tailored, perfectly accentuating her rounded buttocks, with a dent between the two upturned cheeks…

“Damn, her ass is so round and perky! I really want to grab her waist from behind and fuck her hard.” After two consecutive visual shocks, Teng Zihua felt his penis was about to burst.

“Here it is,” Mom turned around and handed Teng Zihua a box of medicine. “Two pills three times a day. If there’s no improvement after three days, come back. Hello?!” “Ah! Xie Ya… Dr. Tang!” Startled by his mother’s voice, Teng Zihua snapped out of his reverie and quickly stood up to take the medicine from her.

“Um… Dr. Tang, it’s getting late, shouldn’t you be off work?” Teng Zihua asked ingratiatingly as he put the medicine in his jacket pocket.

Mom nodded, thinking to herself that if it weren’t for him, she would have been on her way by now.

Actually, Teng Zihua wished he didn’t have to go to work and could spend the whole day in the clinic, but the safety of production in the workshop largely depended on him, and leaving without reason could lead to serious problems, which was why he came to the clinic just before the end of his shift.

"Then let me walk you downstairs. The light in the hallway seems to be broken," Teng Zihua continued to ingratiate himself.

"That light? It was already out when I came," Mom instinctively didn't want to be with Teng Zihua, but he held a high position in his workplace, and although he had a thuggish appearance, he was quite polite when speaking to her, so she couldn't directly refute him.

So Mom packed her things and went out with Teng Zihua.

Although it wasn't very late, there weren't many windows on the west side of Building A, and the only hallway light was broken, so as soon as Mom closed the door to the infirmary, the entire corridor was plunged into darkness.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua quickly took out his phone to light the way for his mother.

Actually, his mother had been walking this route for over a month

and was already used to it. Today, with the not-so-bright light from the phone and wanting to get home quickly, she hurried towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. Teng Zihua, on the other hand, was a little worried, watching his step while not wanting to fall too far behind, making him walk somewhat unsteadily.

Unexpectedly, the corridor, which had been clean and empty for over a month, was now littered with scattered pieces of wood due to the clinic's renovations.

Although the pieces of wood weren't large and didn't take up much space, his mother was walking quickly and wasn't paying much attention, and she tripped.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua quickly reached out to steady her.

He thought he could easily support his mother, such a slender and beautiful woman, with a simple touch.

But the moment his hand touched her waist, she trembled violently as if electrocuted. What had started as a slight stumble turned into a fall, and she stumbled and fell onto Teng Zihua.

Not understanding what was happening, and completely unprepared for the beautiful woman he had been longing for to throw herself at him, Teng Zihua, bumped by his mother, also lost his balance and fell to the right.

However, he managed to catch his mother's slender waist with both hands, causing her to fall on top of him.

"Ouch!" they both cried out in surprise.

Teng Zihua felt his mother's large breasts pressing against his chest, the fullness and firmness instantly making his "little brother" stand erect.

Due to the fall, his hands brushed against his mother's waist, his fingertips landing on her beautiful buttocks, which he had been longing for.

In an instant, he was enveloped in her warm, soft embrace, his fingertips feeling the elasticity of her buttocks. Overwhelmed with joy, Teng Zihua felt as if he were in heaven.

"Hey!" Lying in the arms of a man other than her husband, his mother felt her face burning. She took a breath and struggled to stand up, but found that Teng Zihua, who was holding her, was unresponsive, seemingly unwilling to get up from the ground. So she called out to him.

"Oh!" Although extremely reluctant to give up this intimate contact with the beautiful woman, Teng Zihua restrained himself—he didn't have the guts to "eat" his mother in the office corridor.

However, he still wanted to take advantage of the situation.

He pretended to help his mother stand up, reaching out to support her, but instead of supporting her shoulders, he lifted her up from both sides of her waist.

In this way, under the guise of helping his mother up, he touched the outer side of her full breasts.

His mother, who was almost standing up, suddenly felt her proud breasts being supported by Teng Zihua, and immediately felt her body go limp, falling down again onto Teng Zihua.

"Huh?" Teng Zihua had only intended to take advantage of the situation, but his mother fell again, and this time, her full breasts landed squarely on his face.

"Ugh..." The warmth and elasticity of his mother's large breasts pressing against his face made it hard to breathe, and Teng Zihua felt that suffocating to death wouldn't be so bad...

However, his mother clearly had no intention of killing him. She quickly got up after falling, and seemingly worried that Teng Zihua would touch her again, she even took two steps back.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Teng Zihua was worried that his mother would be angry because of his earlier groping and might even call for help; if that happened, he would have a hard time at work.

Unexpectedly, Mom just stood there, slightly out of breath, showing no signs of anger.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua tentatively asked, "Dr. Tang, did you hurt yourself?" "Ah! No...

it's okay! Goodbye!" In the darkness, Mom's face was flushed, and she turned and hurriedly ran away.

Although Teng Zihua felt a little strange, he couldn't figure out the reason and quickly became immersed in the aftertaste of the "happy time" just now.

Chapter Two

Mom walked quickly towards the subway station, her white high heels making a crisp sound on the marble floor. Her pretty face and curvaceous figure attracted the attention of men along the way.

She could have left earlier, but Zhao Jin came over just before the end of his workday, telling her that he had a stomachache.

As leaders, most suffer from stomach problems due to excessive drinking, but his condition seemed more serious from his description. So, my mother patiently inquired about his symptoms, made a diagnosis, and prescribed medication.

Afterwards, Zhao Jin chatted with her for a while, and before we knew it, it was 6 PM.

My mother and I had arranged to meet at a newly opened Italian restaurant in the city center today, as a reward for my high scores on my recent quizzes.

"I hope Xiaojie won't be too impatient." Mom hurried down the subway station stairs, just as a train was pulling into the station.

Normally, seeing such a crowded carriage and so many commuters waiting to go home, Mom would definitely wait for two or three more trains.

But she was already a little late leaving home today, and they had a dinner appointment. If she waited for the next train, wouldn't her son be left waiting alone at the restaurant entrance for a long time?

Thinking of this, Mom didn't hesitate at all and joined the throng of commuters into the newly arrived subway.

"If only we had come out sooner, maybe we could have run into Xiao Jie on the train. Even if we hadn't, at least we wouldn't be in this crowded situation." The mother, squeezed in the middle of the carriage, frowned and thought to herself.

She disliked this kind of crowding because…

"Hmm!" A middle-aged man in a suit squeezed past the mother because he was getting off at the next stop. His briefcase accidentally poked her round, pert buttocks.

The sudden touch made her gasp.

However, knowing that it couldn't have been intentional, she didn't say anything.

But this reminded her of her "intimate contact" with Teng Zihua in the corridor outside the infirmary the day before yesterday after work.

The reason she reacted so strongly was because she has an extremely sensitive constitution. Even the slightest touch would amplify the sensations on her body, causing a strong reaction.

Even after being married for a long time and having a child who is almost 12 years old, her body remains very sensitive. Even a light, unintentional brush against her waist would cause a slight ache. If her private parts were touched, well…

The day before yesterday, Teng Zihua accidentally touched her body repeatedly, specifically her most sensitive areas. Caught off guard, she immediately felt weak all over and collapsed against him.

While nothing like that would happen on the subway, the crowded conditions meant Mom was still being bumped into from time to time, causing a slight tingling and numbness that made her uncomfortable.

"Maybe we should buy a car in a few days," Mom thought, feeling her sensitive constitution really wasn't suited for subway travel.

Suddenly, the speeding subway lurched slightly. A child in front of Mom seemed to have lost their balance, swaying and bumping into her.

The impact caused Mom to fall backward, but she wasn't worried; the carriage was so crowded, she was sure she wouldn't fall.

Sure enough, just by leaning back slightly, she was blocked by the passenger behind her, but this meant her buttocks were pressed against the person behind her.

Feeling both impolite and uncomfortable, she quickly straightened up and then tried to move forward a little to avoid the awkwardness of being so close to the passenger behind her.

But strangely, she soon felt her buttocks touching the passenger behind her again.

She moved a little more, but the result was the same.

"Oh well, maybe it's because it's too crowded." But then, she realized something was wrong.

Not only her body, but the person behind her was also intentionally or unintentionally touching her buttocks through her white straight skirt.

Once…

twice…

three times…

My mother is thirty-five years old, but she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Although she gave birth to me, her figure hasn't changed at all due to proper postpartum care; instead, it has added to her alluring charm as a mature woman.

Because of her beautiful face and sexy figure, my mother often feels the burning gazes of men around her.

But she has always been dignified. Although she has a gentle personality and doesn't lose her temper, she is always cold to men who clearly have ill intentions, making them back down. Therefore, she has never encountered such a lecherous man who dares to take direct action.

For a moment, my mother couldn't help but panic:

What should she do?

Like the newspapers say, turn around and firmly refuse?

But what if the other party doesn't admit it?

With so many people around, wouldn't she be incredibly embarrassed?

Lost in her own thoughts, desperately searching for a solution, the mother didn't realize that her temporary silence was greatly encouraging the lecherous man behind her.

Soon, she felt his entire palm pressed against her buttocks, slowly moving up and down, as if savoring the fullness and elasticity of her buttocks.

The heat from his palm made her sensitive mother tremble slightly, and she quickly tried to stop his groping hand.

Perhaps not expecting the previously silent beauty to suddenly resist, the hand abruptly withdrew, allowing the mother to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the relief was short-lived; the hand quickly attacked again, groping her thigh.

To the mother's surprise, this time the pervert was even bolder. He first lifted a corner of her straight skirt and then directly touched her beautiful legs encased in skin-colored stockings.

"No, no!" The mother hurriedly reached out to push away the lecherous hand that was groping her thighs, but this time she couldn't move it. The other person seemed to enjoy the wonderful touch of her mother's stockinged legs and was unwilling to leave.

Faced with such an arrogant pervert, the gentle mother was at a loss for what to do.

What terrified her even more was that the hand was slowly moving upwards along her full, long thigh, its target clearly...

"Never mind, I have to call for help." Just as the mother decided to call for help because she could no longer endure the harassment,

the train arrived at the station.

As many passengers got off, the carriage became a little more spacious, and the child in front of the mother even found a seat nearby.

Due to the movement of the crowd, the hand temporarily left the mother's stockinged legs.

Taking this opportunity, the mother quickly moved forward a little, then turned around and glared sternly at the pervert. "My God, he's only a 16 or 17-year-old high school student, how could he..." The mother, shocked by the age of the pervert before her, hesitated, about to scold him, but her kind heart softened. She felt that if she shouted, the boy's future might be ruined.

"If I face him like this, he probably won't dare," she thought, glaring at him before falling silent.

The young pervert was genuinely startled when the beautiful woman he had assaulted suddenly turned around. However, seeing that she hadn't called for help, only glared at him, he relaxed slightly, even thinking:

Maybe she secretly enjoyed what happened and wished I would take it a step further?

With that thought, he carefully examined the woman before him.

She appeared to be in her late twenties, with an oval face and delicate features that were now slightly flushed with anger, perhaps due to the recent harassment. Her fair skin was slightly red. Her

long, slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a light blue long-sleeved shirt, her full breasts creating an alluring curve at the chest. She wore a white, straight-cut knee-length skirt, revealing a pair of sexy legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels.

The high school student swallowed hard, never expecting that the person he had just molested was such a stunning beauty. His initial fear had long since vanished, and he thought to himself, "Judging by her appearance, she should be a newlywed wife, hehe, and she seems quite concerned about her image, otherwise she would have screamed. Okay, since she didn't dare scream, I can have some fun." Thinking that her gaze had intimidated the boy, the mother relaxed her guard, only thinking about how far it was to the city center.

"Ah!" Her full breasts were suddenly grabbed, and the mother gasped softly in surprise.

She never imagined that someone would dare to do this to her face-to-face!

"Beautiful lady, your breasts are so big, are they a D cup?" With her breasts being rubbed and such lewd words ringing in her ears, the mother was both ashamed and angry. She quickly grabbed his hands, hissing, "What are you doing?! Let go!" "Let go?" he chuckled lewdly. "Of course!" After squeezing them a couple more times, the lecherous man's hands left her full breasts, but immediately grabbed her hands again. The

mother, unaware of his intentions, struggled, when suddenly she felt a pillar-like object forcefully thrust into her lower body, causing her to shudder and nearly fall. "You…" the mother cried out in shame and panic.

How dare he expose his penis in public in the train carriage!

Seeing the other person lift her skirt with their other hand, and then press their already erect and ugly penis against her vulva through her skin-colored pantyhose and white lace panties, the mother felt waves of excruciating tingling from her lower body. This tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body, leaving her without the strength to even open her mouth and scream.

Seeing the beautiful woman's face flushed red from his molestation, the high school student was extremely smug. While pressing his penis against his mother's vulva, he continued to tease her in a low voice, "Shout out? Why don't you shout?

As long as you're not afraid of tomorrow's headlines being 'Young woman having sex with high school student on the subway,' then go ahead and shout, hehe." Hearing this, the mother, who had just regained some strength to shout for help, froze: "No, I can't! How can I let anyone know about such a shameful thing? If my colleagues find out...

if my child finds out, then... no, absolutely not!" Taking advantage of his mother's momentary daze, the pervert released his mother's hands, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and forcefully reached his hands under her skirt to grab her round and elastic buttocks, squeezing them hard. "Ugh!" Attacked from both front and back, the already sensitive mother felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her legs went weak.

Fortunately, the high school student's hands were supporting her buttocks, preventing her from falling. Instead, she leaned against the high school student's chest.

Feeling that the beautiful woman in his arms was powerless to resist, the lecher was already overjoyed.

He grabbed and squeezed the mother's round, stocking-clad buttocks while rhythmically pushing her lower body towards him, so that the mother's honey hole kept colliding with his penis.

"Waaah...please, no...waaah." Her sensitive lower body was already overflowing with the high school student's penis, her whole body aching and numb. Feeling utterly miserable, the mother pleaded repeatedly.

But the pervert wasn't about to let her go. Hearing her pleas only fueled his ego. He grabbed her buttocks, pressing his penis firmly against her vulva, and thrust forward repeatedly with his hips.

Each thrust caused her slightly raised mons pubis to cave in, his ugly penis seemingly trying to penetrate her vulva through her skin-colored pantyhose and white lace panties.

"Waaah... Someone save me..." The mother collapsed weakly into the boy's arms, letting him molest her in such a lewd position that she never dared to imagine. Her sensitive body trembled slightly.

"Hehe, beautiful, I didn't know you were so horny. Just a few touches and you're already this wet." Noticing that the crotch of his mother's nude pantyhose was wet, the high school student, no longer a virgin, immediately understood what was going on.

He was smug, having managed to make such a beautiful and sexy married woman's lower body so wet through her stockings. He didn't forget to verbally humiliate his mother: "How about it? Is your husband impotent? Why don't you come with me? I guarantee I'll give you an orgasm every night, fucking you until you're dying!" "No...you...ah!" He struggled to retort, but almost let out a groan. His mother quickly shut her mouth, terrified.

If anyone around heard him, he would be utterly humiliated.

Unexpectedly, the pervert wouldn't let her go, continuing his low, teasing tone: "Scream, didn't you want to? I actually quite like hearing you scream! Hehe, is it because my penis is much thicker than your husband's, and you're afraid you can't handle it?" "His... really... is thicker

than my husband's. If he penetrates me like this...

ah...

what am I thinking...

I can't... I can't let him play with me like this anymore!" But her whole body was weak and powerless, and her lower body was being powerfully thrust into by his penis. Although she was protected by stockings and underwear, the tingling and numb feeling still made her mother want to moan, and she couldn't resist at all.

Fortunately, as the train arrived at another station, many people got off, and the pervert had to let go of her mother.

But after the groping, the mother had no strength left. Suddenly being pulled away from the pervert's embrace caused her to stumble and fall backward.

"Auntie, are you alright?" The child who had found a seat at the previous stop quickly put his arm around the mother's waist to prevent her from falling further. "Oh, no... I'm fine. Thank you!" The mother, recovering from her embarrassment, realized she was sitting on a child. She quickly grabbed the handrail and struggled to stand up.

The child let go, smiling, and said, "Auntie, you can sit here." "No, no need." The mother was too embarrassed to let a child give up his seat.

"It's alright, are you Aunt Tang? Xiao Jie's mother?" The mother, who was worried that the high school pervert might come back to harass her, was taken aback upon hearing this. "Ah, yes, who are you?" "Hehe, I'm Xiao Jie's deskmate, my name is Chen Wei." The child, clearly not angry that his classmate's mother didn't remember him, answered with a smile.

"Oh...right, right, Chen Wei." The mother then remembered that recently the graduating class had implemented a one-on-one tutoring program, pairing high-achieving students with low-achieving students as deskmates, with the advanced student helping the less advanced one.

This Chen Wei had already repeated three grades and was still in sixth grade, with very poor grades, so the teacher had assigned him to sit next to me, whose grades were outstanding.

The mother had actually met Chen Wei once, but didn't remember him well. Plus, Chen Wei looked to be at least 14 or 15 years old, so she didn't immediately recognize him as her son's deskmate.

"Oh no! I was just molested by that pervert! Could Chen Wei have seen it?" The thought of leaning against a high school student and having his penis thrust into her through her stockings—a shameful scene that her son's deskmate might have witnessed—made the mother panic.

Fortunately, Chen Wei only offered her his seat and spoke normally, which reassured the mother that he hadn't been discovered.

"Aunt Tang, are you sure you don't want to sit for a while?" Chen Wei asked with concern.

"Oh, no, it's alright." Mom answered absentmindedly, while keeping an eye on the movements behind her.

Fortunately, the pervert noticed that Mom was talking to someone he knew and seemed to dare not act any further.

The next stop was the city center, so many more people got on at this stop, and Mom was surrounded by people on both sides, which gave her a little sense of security:

at least that high school student wouldn't dare to turn her around and humiliate her like before in front of so many people, right?

"Xiao Jie's grades are so great, he's always in the top five of the grade!" Chen Wei said with some envy.

"Him? He's usually quite playful and doesn't study hard, haha." The mother, feeling a little more at ease, spoke modestly.

"No, Aunt Tang, he's very smart. He can do everything. My grades have improved a lot recently, all thanks to him teaching me." "Haha, classmates should help each other." Hearing these good points about her son from Chen Wei, the mother's mood improved considerably.

"By the way, Chen Wei... um!" Just as she was about to ask Chen Wei about school, the mother suddenly let out a muffled groan.

It turned out that while she was talking to Chen Wei, the high school student had quietly lifted her skirt from behind and reached between her ample legs.

"Aunt Tang, what's wrong?" Chen Wei asked.

"N-nothing...ah!" Mom quickly tried to cover it up, but the devilish hand took the opportunity to wander along her buttocks, and the middle finger pressed heavily on her vulva, almost entering her body through her stockings and panties, making her let out a soft cry again.

"Hehe, how's it going, enjoyable?" The high school student's low voice rang in the mother's ear again: "Tsk, beautiful, I didn't know you had a son already? You're a mother now, and you're still so horny, your pussy is so wet!" The mother hurriedly struggled forward, but the high school student's hands gripped her lower body tightly, his fingers constantly poking and prodding at her vulva. Although he didn't actually penetrate her, the forceful thrusts of his fingers still made the mother's legs weak, and she almost fell backward again.

"Aunt Tang, are you alright?" Chen Wei asked again.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing, hehe." Mom tidied her hair behind her ear, grabbed the handrail with her other hand, and said to Chen Wei as if nothing was wrong, "By the way... what's your... what's your new teacher, Mr. Li, like this year?" "Oh, Mr. Li? He's very strict." Chen Wei stuck out his tongue. "Very fierce. The students are all afraid of him." "Hehe, strict... oh...

um...

it's...

it's for your own good... um..." Mom endured the high school student's shameless harassment of her lower body with his fingers while pretending to be relaxed as she spoke to Chen Wei.

To prevent the lecherous man behind her from succeeding, she desperately squeezed her legs together and occasionally wiggled her full buttocks, hoping to use this seemingly sexy posture to shake off the groping hand that was ravaging her vagina.

Perhaps her resistance worked, because the hand left.

But soon, "Ah!" A hot, cylindrical object slammed into her from behind.

That shape, that hardness—it was the penis that had just tormented her for so long.

"Don't even think about it!" Her mother gritted her teeth, enduring the high school student's penis repeatedly pounding against her buttocks and pressing against her cleft, still insisting on keeping her legs together, leaving no gap for the lecherous man behind her.

"Hehe, beautiful, what's this? Starting to act all virtuous now?" A lewd voice reached the mother's ears again. "Actually, I just wanted to have some fun. Besides, don't you want it? Why are you so wet?" The mother decided to ignore it; they'd be at their stop soon anyway.

"Is that your son's classmate?" Seeing the mother's refusal to cooperate, the low voice rang out again, and then, the hem of the mother's skirt was suddenly lifted up to her waist.

The mother was startled and quickly grabbed the front of her skirt, trying to pull it down to avoid being noticed by the person in front of her.

"Hehe, what do you think if your son's classmate saw you being molested by me? Haha, when he tells his classmates the next day, your son will definitely feel proud!

Hehe, just imagine, knowing that his mother was molested on the subway, even her skirt was lifted up. What will your son think?" The mother was stunned by these words.

The pervert continued to threaten, "So, either you let me have some fun, or I'll lift your skirt up completely, or tear off a few buttons from your shirt, so that kid can see how full his classmate's mother's breasts are." Hearing this threat, the mother's body trembled slightly.

After a while, she released her legs.

"Hmm, that's right!" The high school student, surprised that his threat had actually worked, quickly inserted his penis between his mother's legs, and then, taking advantage of the situation, ordered, "Beautiful lady, squeeze tighter, let me enjoy your stockinged legs!" The mother closed her eyes, gently biting her lower lip, resignedly obeying the pervert's demands, clamping his penis between her legs.

The high school student then grabbed his mother's waist from behind and used her legs to masturbate his penis.

"Oh...so good!" With his penis held between the thighs of such a stunningly beautiful woman in stockings, allowing him to masturbate at will, the high school student felt so comfortable he almost cried out.

"Aunt Tang, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Wei suddenly asked.

"Ah, no... um...

Aunt...

oh...

Aunt is a little...

tired, so...

um... I'm closing my eyes to rest for a while, hehe!" The mother quickly opened her eyes, afraid that her son's classmate would see through her, and forced a smile.

The thick, hard penis between her legs kept moving back and forth. The temperature, the size—even through the stockings, the constant contact with her vulva, the tender skin of her inner thighs, and her jade gate was unbearable for her sensitive body. She gripped the handrail tightly, feeling as if she might groan loudly at any moment. Her slightly bent-forward body trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh, oh," the lecherous man behind her, clearly aroused, growled softly.

Perhaps unable to resist the exquisite sensation of his mother's beautiful buttocks and thighs clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, his penis suddenly accelerated its movement between her legs, then thrust forward forcefully, pressing firmly against her genitals.

"Mmm..." Feeling the hot penis between her legs suddenly stop, his mother knew what was about to happen, but she was powerless to stop it.

Instantly, scalding semen sprayed unreservedly onto his mother's buttocks and thighs.

"Ah!" Even through the stockings, the heat of the semen still made the sensitive mother tremble uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I was ejaculated on by a high school student..." The powerful impact of the semen on her lower body seemed to drain her last bit of strength, and she could no longer hold on, her body collapsing forward.

"Auntie... Ouch!" Seeing his mother fall towards him, Chen Wei just called out when his mouth was blocked by his mother's full breasts.

He quickly used his hands to support his mother's body and help her stand up.

"Ah... no...

I'm sorry, Chen Wei, Auntie just... didn't stand properly, did I hurt you?" his mother asked as soon as she stood up.

Chen Wei smiled slightly: "I'm fine, Aunt Tang, you didn't fall, did you?" "Oh, Auntie is fine. Well...

ah, the train has arrived at the station, so... Auntie will get off first." After confirming that her son's classmate was alright, the mother quickly followed the flow of people getting off the train and walked towards the exit of the carriage. She didn't want to stay in this nightmarish carriage for even a second longer; she just wanted to get as far away as possible from the pervert who had ejaculated on her.

While making sure she had smoothed out her skirt, concealing the semen that made her feel utterly ashamed on her stockinged buttocks, she hurried towards the subway exit. The words the lecherous man had whispered after ejaculating still echoed in her mother's ears: "Beautiful lady, your husband never really satisfies you normally, hehe, find a chance to let me fuck you once, I guarantee you'll be in heaven!" "Oh my god, that feeling just now… has it really been too long since I've been away from my husband?" The mother kept asking herself this question deep inside.

Chapter 3

“Well then, beautiful lady, how may I help you?” A head of curly brown hair casually cascaded down his sides, accentuating his sculpted facial features.

Michel was always very confident in his looks.

Since arriving in China, he had captivated the hearts and bodies of many young women from the East with his charming Italian smile.

Compared to the effeminate men of his neighboring country, the handsome features of Italians were clearly more alluring to young girls.

Over time, Michel became accustomed to the burning gazes of Chinese girls whenever he smiled.

So, when he saw a beautiful, sexy woman walk into his restaurant with a boy, he immediately went to greet her, flashing her a charming smile while leading her to an empty table. He then gentlemanly inquired what he could do for her.

Although he was somewhat puzzled that the woman had asked for directions to the restroom before even sitting down and then hurriedly left, his professionalism prevailed. He maintained his smile and stood by the table, waiting for the beautiful woman to return from the restroom before inquiring about her order.

At the same time, just like in the past, he keenly noticed that this stunningly beautiful woman seemed quite surprised by his fluent Mandarin. So, he adopted a more showy tone, speaking in a perfect announcer's accent: "Beautiful lady, my name is Michel, and I've lived in this ancient country for many years. Last month, I decided to open a restaurant in this city so that people here could taste the cuisine of my hometown." As he spoke, he gave a slight bow and smiled at his mother again: "Of course, it will also allow me to make more friends and meet more people..." "Such a beautiful Eastern woman, haha!" Being praised to her face by a tall, handsome Western man made the conservative mother feel a little embarrassed. The word "beauty" reminded her of the embarrassing scene on the subway earlier, where a high school student also called her "beauty"...

Although she didn't know why "beauty" didn't respond enthusiastically like other Chinese girls had in the past, and instead looked a little pale, the thoughtful Michelle quickly ended her ambiguous opening and began to formally introduce the restaurant's signature dishes.

“Besides pasta, I personally recommend ham and cheese steak, sea bass in tomato sauce, and… hehe, these will definitely satisfy you and your brother!” “Hmm… what?!” Mom thought the dishes Michelle introduced, with their dazzling names, looked pretty good, but the last sentence stunned her.

“Brother?” Fortunately, it’s common for people to mistake a girl who has just graduated from university, and Mom finally realized that the “brother” the other person was referring to was me.

“Hehe, this is my son, not… a brother, hehe!” “Ah?!” Although she had always felt that Eastern women looked much younger than their actual age, Michelle was still quite surprised to hear that the beautiful woman in front of her already had a child.

He secretly glanced at his mother's firm breasts beneath her shirt and her long, shapely legs peeked out from under her straight skirt, inwardly blaming himself for not being good enough at recognizing Eastern beauties…

However, this little incident did improve his mother's mood considerably.

"Mom, this beef tastes good!" "Hehe, then you should eat more!" "Mom, you eat too." "Okay, my little Jie is the most sensible!" His mother looked at him with affection, completely unaware that Michelle had been lingering around their table for the past ten minutes.

Of course, if she had seen her, she would have noticed the same naked desire in Michelle's blue eyes as in the eyes of the high school student who had just molested her on the subway.

I've been in China for a long time now, and I've played "Tibetan sausage" with Chinese girls countless times, but my mother is clearly different from those girls. She makes Michel's heart race; she wants to grab those firm breasts and knead them hard, then lift her skirt and tear open her skin-colored pantyhose...

Wait!

Michel seems quite surprised, staring at her mother's long legs, as if she's made some unexpected discovery.

"Strange, why is that foreigner staring at Mom?" I noticed Michel's strange expression as I sat opposite my mother.

Although I'm not even 12 years old yet, I've already noticed that my mother is a charming young woman with a curvaceous figure.

After all, even Dad sometimes half-jokingly says he's worried about letting Mom go out alone, and in my eyes, none of the teachers' or classmates' mothers are as pretty as Mom.

Therefore, it's common to see men staring at Mom on the street, and I'm used to it.

But this foreigner's gaze is clearly a bit too much! "Staring so intently, can you see through me?" I looked up and carefully examined Mom across the table.

A delicate face, a gentle smile, a blue Chanel shirt, and a white knee-length skirt from the same brand—she exuded an elegant yet captivating charm.

But, what's the big deal? Does she have to be staring so hard her eyes are about to pop out?

"Oh, by the way, I just ran into your deskmate on the subway... you know, that... oh, Chen Wei." My mother seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally speaking to me, as if she had made up her mind.

"Huh? Chen Wei?!" I was thinking about Michelle's strange behavior when I suddenly heard my mother's words and was slightly startled: "Did he... what did he say?" "No, nothing... nothing, haha, we just chatted for a bit." Completely oblivious to my nervousness, my mother said somewhat flusteredly.

"Oh." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Since becoming Chen Wei's deskmate, I've seen quite a lot of "good stuff."

The adult comics and novels that Chen Wei has provided me alone are no less than 1 gram.

Thinking of those blush-inducing images and words, I silently told myself:

Mom absolutely cannot find out about these things!

For a moment, no one spoke.

"Oh dear!" I realized I had unconsciously been thinking about the scene in the comic I'd read last night—a beautiful woman in stockings being fucked by a man, covered in sweat. Although it was just a static image, and the characters' appearance was rather exaggerated and unrealistic, the scene was still incredibly shocking for someone completely unfamiliar with sex like me. I even found myself replaying it in my mind during class today.

Then, because Mom mentioned Chen Wei, I couldn't help but recall those stimulating images again. Without paying attention, the fork in my left hand fell to the ground.

I quickly bent down to pick it up, but my eyes were drawn to the other end of the table, where two slender legs, encased in skin-colored stockings, were elegantly crossed.

"Ah, stockings...yes, Mom wears stockings every day.

Because Mom is a bit conservative, she always wears stockings with skirts.

But not the suspender kind, but pantyhose, um, sometimes she wears thigh-high stockings too...

oh dear!

What am I thinking! This is Mom!" I shook my head, as if trying to banish the idea that Mom's beautiful legs in stockings were prettier than those in comics.

But..."Huh?!" I suddenly noticed the strange marks on Mom's calves.

"This... white stuff, like dried snot, what is it?" Looking at the white liquid stains on my mother's legs, which were covered in skin-colored stockings, I suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, this... could it be that... from the novel...

No, no, no, it can't be! How could Mom..." Thinking of the scene in the novel about the "train wolf" that Chen Wei showed me last month, my heart suddenly started racing...

"Xiao Jie?" Seeing that I hadn't straightened up for a while, Mom probably thought something was wrong.

"Oh, Mom... um, um, I dropped my fork." I quickly straightened up, explaining hurriedly, avoiding looking at Mom.

"Then get a new one," Mom said with a gentle smile.

Michelle, who had been staring intently at Mom's body, immediately came over and replaced my fork with a clean one.

"By the way, our bartenders are top-notch. Would the beautiful lady like a drink?" Michelle turned to Mom and said.

"Um... sure," Mom agreed after a slight hesitation.

After all, her alcohol tolerance was actually quite good for a woman, and a cocktail at a Western restaurant wouldn't force her to drink as much as at a friend's gathering.

"Oh, the bar is over here, please allow me to lead the way for the beautiful lady!" Michel said, striking an exaggerated pose.

His mother smiled slightly, amused, and gracefully stood up, following Michel deeper into the restaurant.

Recalling the long, slender legs and the suspicious mark on her stockings that I had just seen, I realized why Michel had been staring at my mother: "So, he was also peeping at Mom's legs, and... that mark..." The thought of my mother being spied on like this by a tall, burly foreigner made my heart pound even harder.

As I watched my mother and Michelle walk away, I couldn't help but recall the scenes from several rape novels I'd read…

"No, no way! How could that be!" I tapped my head, feeling guilty for fantasizing about my mother being raped.

But the next second, I couldn't help but think, "What if that foreigner really did something to my mother? What if… he cornered her in the bathroom, or tricked her into going somewhere secluded, and then… Ugh, stop thinking about it!" However, perhaps because I'd read too many rape novels lately, no matter how hard I tried, the fantasy of my mother wearing stockings being raped by a strange man remained firmly entrenched in my mind.

Time passed, minute by minute. "Why does mixing a drink take this long? Did Mom choose to drink at the bar? Or…" Just as I was lost in thought, Michel and Mom returned.

Seeing Mom smiling and sitting back down while Michel went to do other things, I felt relieved but also a little…

disappointed…

"Here, this is the VIP card that Italian guy gave me. It gives me discounts when I eat here, hehe!" Mom waved the card at me.

"Ah, okay. Hehe," I replied happily.

But in my heart, I thought:

Will we come here again?

Then wouldn't that mean that foreigner will see Mom again?

Besides, giving me VIP access on my first visit, humph...

"Hey, Wei-ge!" I greeted my deskmate who was walking into the classroom with a smile.

"Please! Don't call me Wei-ge! Otherwise, humph," Chen Wei threatened unhappily, "I won't let you read the newly downloaded novel! This time it's your type! Absolutely a classic!" "Oops, I'm sorry!" I said with a grin.

"Oh, by the way, did you run into my mom on the subway yesterday?" Chen Wei was taking his textbook out of his bag when he heard my question and suddenly hesitated, but quickly said casually, "Yeah." "Oh." Thinking that Chen Wei wouldn't let slip that he read adult novels, I wasn't planning to say anything more.

However, thinking of the suspicious marks on my mother's stockinged legs, I hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Was my mother alone at the time?" "Wh...what, alone," Chen Wei said somewhat awkwardly, "The subway was full of people, of course!" "No, I mean, um...my mother, she...wasn't she with her colleagues?" I considered my words carefully before continuing.

Chen Wei shook his head: "No." Although I was very puzzled about whether the marks on my mother's stockings were semen as described in novels, I couldn't very well directly ask Chen Wei if he had seen my mother being molested by another man, could I?

Seeing that I couldn't get any information from him, I changed the subject: "By the way, what new novel did you download? I don't like incestuous stuff, it makes me sick!" "Oh, this one," Chen Wei seemed to have recovered his composure: "Hehe, this one's a classic, not incestuous... and you'll definitely like it, it has rape scenes!

Here, I copied it onto a USB drive, you can watch it when you get home. By the way, my cousin came to my house yesterday, he downloaded a lot of porn on a portable hard drive and brought it over, you can come and watch it then, it's much more exciting than comics..." "Thanks, Brother Wei!" I happily took the USB drive.

"Don't call me Brother Wei!" After lunch, the students who didn't go home for lunch returned to the somewhat empty classroom in twos and threes.

I was engrossed in my homework when Chen Wei suddenly spoke up, "Hey, Xiao Jie, your mom looks really young." "Oh, right, a lot of people don't believe I'm her son. Actually, she had me a little late; she's almost thirty-six now." I answered without looking up, having heard this kind of question countless times.

"Thirty-six?" Chen Wei was somewhat surprised. "Really? I can't tell at all! By the way, is your mom an office lady?" "Huh?" I paused, a little uneasy about using that word, so common in novels, on my own mother. "No, my mom's a doctor." "A doctor... something like that... which hospital does she go to?" Chen Wei seemed to catch his breath a little.

"What? Is someone in your family sick?" I looked up and asked.

"Oh? Right...yes, if it's alright, let your mom get treated." Chen Wei seemed a little nervous after saying that, carefully looking me over.

"No, my mom doesn't work at the hospital anymore. She works in a company clinic now." "Oh..." Chen Wei seemed a little disappointed: "What company?" "Hongfeng Group." "Wow, that's impressive! An office lady and a female doctor, oh no, I mean, Hongfeng is the largest group in our city, very famous in the province!" "What's so good about it? Although it's mostly easy, my mom said that sometimes she has to go to the workshop, and it gets very hot there. I heard it gets close to 40 degrees Celsius at its hottest!" "Then let your mom go in wearing only underwear..." Chen Wei said in a low voice almost unconsciously, his eyes somewhat blank.

"Damn it! What the hell did you say?!" "Ah?! I'm... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Wei accidentally let it slip and quickly apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry! It was just, just a joke. Don't be angry!" "Hmph." I lowered my head and continued doing my homework.

Seeing that I didn't get angry, Chen Wei felt lucky and didn't dare to say anything more about his mother.

He had no idea that his words, "Let your mother go in wearing only her underwear!" were echoing like a raging storm in my mind. Good heavens, if Mom went into the workshop wearing only a bra and panties, oh, and stockings…

yes, if Mom walked into that workshop wearing only those…

In an instant, an image flashed before my eyes: Mom wearing a white bra and lace panties, with nude stockings on her legs, walking into the steamy workshop.

And then, the sweaty, rude workers came up and surrounded Mom…

“Why aren’t you eating? What are you thinking about?” Mom asked, looking at me, who was holding a bowl and staring blankly.

"Ah, no...no." I snapped out of my daze. "I'm eating!" Actually, I was like this during class that afternoon, not listening to a word the teacher said.

From noon until now, my mind has been filled with the images of my mother's beautiful legs in stockings and that suspicious mark I saw while eating Western food that day, as well as the fantasies triggered by Chen Wei's words.

"Hehe, you're not worried about the parent-teacher meeting this weekend, are you?" Mom teased with a laugh. "You're always praised by the teacher as an excellent student, what's there to worry about? Did you do something wrong at school today?" "No way!" "Hehe! By the way, are you going to speak again this time? Like last time, sharing your learning experiences or something?" Mom asked while putting some food on my plate.

"Yeah." I temporarily put those fantasies aside and said somewhat helplessly, "It's because Teacher Li is new and not familiar with the class. Otherwise, there's no need for me to speak all the time; the parents are probably tired of hearing it." "If you don't speak, who will?" Mom was amused by my depressed expression.

“Other classes also have parents sharing their experiences on behalf of the students,” I said indignantly. “It’s only fair for parents to speak to each other.” “Hmm, my Xiao Jie has his own ideas,” Mom said with a smile. “Let’s leave it at that for now. I’ll speak for you at the next parent-teacher meeting, so you can go home earlier, haha.” “Okay…” I nodded listlessly, thinking that would be next semester.

“Haha.” Mom stood up, ruffled my hair, picked up the plate, and walked towards the kitchen.

My mind was still preoccupied with my mother's beautiful legs in stockings and Chen Wei's words. I subconsciously glanced at her, only to be surprised to find that she wasn't wearing stockings; her smooth, white thighs were exposed beneath her short loungewear skirt.

"What happened?" I wondered, as my mother usually wore stockings all day before showering. "Could it be that the stockings were thrown away? Or...

taken by someone?" The thought of my mother's stockings possibly being "taken" by a man brought back scenes from several novels I'd read, and my excitement became uncontrollable.

I quickly ran back to my room, pulled the USB drive Chen Wei had given me from my bag, plugged it into my laptop, and expertly opened the folder…

“Hmm? ‘The Kind and Beautiful Mother’?” Looking at the e-book on the screen, I was somewhat disappointed, having initially expected it to be about rape: “Judging by the title, it’s probably another incestuous story about mother and son, isn’t it? That wouldn’t be interesting.” But since Chen Wei had assured me it was a classic to my taste, I might as well take a look.

Seeing me rush back to my room, my mother assumed I was busy with my homework and felt quite relieved.

After cleaning the kitchen, my mother also returned to her bedroom, took off her t-shirt and skirt, and prepared to take a shower.

Actually, she felt uncomfortable too. After all, she was used to wearing stockings, and suddenly not wearing them made her feel insecure, even at home.

But there was nothing she could do. It had been raining for the past few days, and her stockings were soaked again, so she took them off when she got home.

Her clothes from the previous days weren't dry yet, and she'd already thrown away yesterday's...

Thinking about yesterday's events, her mother blushed.

She hadn't found a suitable place along the way, so as soon as she arrived at the restaurant, she went straight to the restroom and used toilet paper to wipe away the semen that the high school pervert had ejaculated on her stockinged buttocks.

The mother had initially considered taking off her pantyhose, but worried that would attract attention, especially since she had just come in wearing stockings.

After wiping herself, she noticed the high school pervert's ejaculation didn't seem to be much; there were only two marks on her right buttock.

Therefore, she decided against removing her pantyhose.

However, when she and Michel went to the bar, they seemed to accidentally step in a small oil stain, apparently spilled by a waiter while carrying a plate.

Michel apologized profusely, and although the mother didn't think it was a big deal, he immediately offered to get her a VIP card as compensation.

However, when Mom looked down to check if her white high heels were stained, she unexpectedly discovered a suspicious mark on her right stocking. Startled, she quickly said goodbye to Michel and ran to the bathroom. She

didn't care whether her two hasty trips to the bathroom would make the handsome Italian man think she was unwell.

After rushing into the bathroom and closing the door, Mom checked again carefully and was furious to discover that the high school student had slightly off-target when he ejaculated, and most of the semen had landed on her right leg.

As Mom walked away from the subway station, the semen trickled down her skin-colored pantyhose from her thighs to her calves.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Mom quickly grabbed some tissues and vigorously wiped, but the semen had already dried, and the shameful marks couldn't be completely removed from the pantyhose.

Fortunately, because it was dry, the marks were faint and not easily noticeable unless you were very close.

While angry, Mom couldn't help but feel a pang of fear:

thankfully, she was wearing skin-colored sheer pantyhose; if they had been black or dark brown, these white marks would have been far too obvious.

"If that's the case, walking around the city in stockings stained with semen that everyone can see at a glance, I wouldn't be able to face anyone.

" "Hmm, I wonder if that Italian man noticed?" Mom hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Michel's gentle smile, she dismissed the guess.

"This person is quite nice; I can go to his restaurant with colleagues or friends in the future."

Chapter Four

looked up at the clock on the wall. Seeing that it was almost time, Mom got up, packed her things, closed the doors and windows, and left the clinic.

Hongfeng, as a leading enterprise in the city and a well-known major taxpayer in the province, occupied a considerable piece of land near the city center.

This was originally the site of Hongfeng's predecessor—a state-owned factory.

Wang Dezhong, the head of Hongfeng, worked here for decades.

When state-owned enterprise reforms came, the bold and meticulous Wang Dezhong bought most of the factory's shares, becoming the de facto leader.

Later, with the support of his capable assistant Zhao Jin, the business grew larger and larger, eventually forming the Hongfeng Group of today.

Such a large and powerful group naturally wouldn't have a small gate.

In fact, its wide gate, comparable to that of some university campuses, is one of Hongfeng's iconic features.

Perhaps because the main gate is indeed wide, one can clearly feel the breeze blowing in and out from the entrance, providing a rare natural coolness for people living in this city with its year-round spring-like climate. Therefore, many Hongfeng employees take time to chat near the gate as the workday nears its end.

"Dr. Tang, going home already?" Acquaintances greeted her, surprised to see her mother walking towards the gate.

"Hehe, yes!" her mother replied with a smile.

Her stunning beauty and gentle demeanor made everyone who greeted her feel a flutter in their hearts. Some thought to themselves:

"No wonder she's the most beautiful woman in Hongfeng! Just seeing her smile and hearing her speak makes you feel comfortable..."

"Whoosh..." Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making it hard to open one's eyes.

The mother closed her eyes, turned her face away, and subconsciously pressed her hand against the hem of her skirt.

Today she was wearing a light white tulle skirt that didn't reach her knees, a pink lace-trimmed blouse from Elle, and pink and white sheer pantyhose.

The reason I dressed up a little is because I'm going to a parent-teacher meeting at school this afternoon, and I don't want people to think of me as "old-fashioned" because I always wear suits.

However, the gauze skirt was very light, and with the strong wind blowing it, although her mother had held it down in the front, the back billowed out like a fan, revealing her round, pert buttocks and long, beautiful legs encased in white pantyhose.

Several men standing right behind her, suddenly seeing this beautiful sight, stared wide-eyed.

Realizing she might have seriously exposed herself, her pretty face flushed, and she quickly reached up to press down the hem of her skirt, simultaneously hurrying towards the front door.

"Oh, Dr. Tang!" A sleazy voice rang out. "Going home so early today?" Mom frowned, but stopped talking and said calmly, "I'm going to a parent-teacher meeting. Deputy Director Teng, is there anything I can help you with?" "Oh, no, no, hehe." Teng Zihua smiled broadly, looking utterly lewd.

Mom didn't want to pay him any more attention and turned to leave.

"Hehe, Dr. Tang, you're dressed so nicely for a parent-teacher meeting, even your underwear... oh, even your stockings are white, hehe." Mom's face flushed; she knew that when the wind blew her skirt up, this despicable Teng Zihua had caught a glimpse of what was under her skirt.

Hearing these almost blatantly flirtatious words, the dignified mother was both ashamed and annoyed.

She turned around and glared fiercely at Teng Zihua, her face seemingly covered with frost.

Seeing his mother's unapproachable demeanor, Teng Zihua felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took a step back.

He forced a smile and was about to say a few polite words when he heard Zhao Jin's deep and serious voice behind him: "Teng Zihua, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in the workshop? What if there's an accident?!" Teng Zihua quickly turned around and said with a forced smile, "Brother Zhao, the workshop is shut down this afternoon for machine inspection, it's alright..." Although he said this, he still slipped away sheepishly.

The mother breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Zhao Jin in greeting, "Director Zhao!" "Hehe, Dr. Tang, you're going home so early this afternoon?" Zhao Jin was quite friendly to the mother, "But there's nothing much going on at the clinic, so it's good to go home and rest early, hehe." "Well, I was attending a parent-teacher meeting for my child," the mother explained.

"Oh, I see." Zhao Jin smiled. "Which school does your son attend?" "Central Experimental Primary School." "Oh dear, that seems quite far from here." "Hehe, it's alright, just two subway stops away." "That's too much trouble. How about this, I'm going to the city to run some errands later, I can give you a ride." "No need, hehe." "Hey, Dr. Tang, don't be so polite. It's much more convenient for me to drive you. If you take the subway, it'll be crowded and you'll have to wait." "Oh, okay then, thank you, Director Zhao!" The mother suddenly remembered her experience on the subway last time, and then thought about the wardrobe malfunction just now, and finally decided to agree to let Zhao Jin drive her.

"Dr. Tang, you haven't seemed to be in good spirits these past few days. Is it because you're worried about your son's studies?" Zhao Jin asked casually while driving.

"Oh, no. My son's grades are pretty good." "Then what's wrong?" "Hmm..." The mother hesitated for a moment, but she had a good impression of Zhao Jin, so she spoke up: "These past few days, I don't know why, I often suddenly feel sleepy, especially after noon. I feel lacking in energy, which has never happened before." "It seems you're working too hard." Zhao Jin's tone was concerned: "Why don't you take a few days off before coming back to work? You don't need to tell Lao Wang about this; I can decide." "Thank you, Director Zhao. No need for that. I guess it's just an occasional thing." "It just so happens that I also have the habit of taking a nap at noon." Mom said with a smile, "I haven't properly thanked you for the tea you brought to the clinic last time, Director Zhao." Zhao Jin waved his right hand: "That's nothing. As you can imagine, people like us don't need to buy our own tea, cigarettes, or alcohol. How could I possibly drink that much?

You're not feeling well anyway, so I'll bring a few more cans in a few days. Oh, by the way, I saw you drinking coffee the other day, how about getting a couple more bottles?" "How could I possibly accept that?" Mom didn't expect Zhao Jin to be so thoughtful. Having such a superior greatly lessened the unpleasantness caused by Teng Zihua.

"It's nothing. If I overwork you, Old Wang will come after me if he finds out." Zhao Jin laughed.

The mother laughed at Zhao Jin's tone, completely unaware that he was stealing glances at her beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, peeking out from under her skirt.

After a while, the mother turned to look out the car window. "We're almost there, Director Zhao, you can stop here." "Ah, here? I think we have to go through another alley, right?" "Hehe, Director Zhao, you really know this area well. But that alley is too narrow, it's hard to turn around once you go in, and you'll have to make several detours to get back to the main road. So I'll get off here, turn left up ahead and walk a short distance to reach the school." Knowing that his mother was telling the truth, Zhao Jin didn't insist anymore, stopped the car, and gentlemanly opened the door for his mother to get out.

Watching his mother's graceful figure turn the corner of the alley, Zhao Jin started the car and drove away.

The Central Experimental Primary School is located at the edge of an old residential area.

Although a bustling market and commercial street are not far away, the area around the school is relatively quiet.

Directly opposite the school is a courtyard with a sign that reads "XX Research Institute," its gate always closed, and no one is ever seen working there.

To the left of the school is a narrow alley leading to the commercial street, flanked by high walls, while to the right is an abandoned factory.

This environment, however, makes many parents very happy, for a simple reason:

quiet.

To these parents who desperately want their children to succeed, this place is the perfect environment – free from noise that could distract their studies and exams, and without shops or food stalls near the school gate.

However, the mother wasn't particularly fond of it. She found it too deserted except during school hours.

She quickened her pace, walking along the factory's dilapidated exterior towards the school gate.

"Ah!" Just as she passed the factory entrance, a pair of strong arms suddenly reached out from behind, abruptly covering her mouth and dragging her forcefully into the factory.

"Ugh..." The mother was terrified by the sudden attack, her face pale. She instinctively tried to scream, but with her mouth covered, she could only manage muffled sobs.

Despite her struggles, she was dragged and pulled behind the abandoned factory gate by her attacker.

"Hehe, beautiful, we meet again! Did you miss me?" The familiar voice that reached her ears startled the struggling mother:

it was the high school student who had molested her on the subway!

Taking advantage of the mother's momentary lapse in attention, the pervert suddenly grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open. "Tear!" Even though it was an Elle shirt with excellent workmanship, it couldn't withstand such a violent tear. The buttons near the collar were ripped open and fell down, revealing the mother's large, beautiful breasts half-exposed in the open collar.

"Ugh!" The mother struggled even harder with her clothes torn, but she wasn't strong enough to break free from the pervert's embrace.

"Oh God, is there anyone who can save me?!" the mother cried out helplessly in her heart.

But at this moment, the alley outside the factory gate was deserted, without a single passerby. Even if there were, they probably wouldn't notice the mother being molested by a high school student inside the factory gate, her mouth covered.

Tearing open the mother's clothes, the high school student's right hand didn't take the opportunity to fondle her full breasts; instead, it moved downwards.

Knowing the destination of this lecherous hand, the mother quickly closed her legs, but the gauze skirt that didn't reach her knees was no match for the pervert's attack. Despite her efforts to twist her delicate body, the high school student still managed to grab her between her legs.

"Mmm!" The invasion of her private parts sent a jolt through her already sensitive mother, her body trembling. The groping hands were kneading the crotch of her white pantyhose.

Just as she was about to desperately try to stop the pervert's assault, the hand suddenly withdrew, surprising her.

However, the high school student quickly returned, pulling open the waistband of her white pantyhose and swiftly shoving a round object into the crotch.

Unsure what disgusting thing the other person was about to do to her, the mother hurriedly reached out to remove the foreign object, but her hands were immediately held down by the other person. Together with the hand covering her mouth, they dragged her backward step by step. She could only hear the high school student's rapid, excited whispers: "Hey beautiful, come on, let's go inside and have some fun, haha!" Knowing the humiliating fate that awaited her if she were dragged into the deserted, abandoned factory, the mother's pretty face turned deathly pale.

With all her might, following the method she had read in a magazine, she raised her right foot and stomped it hard backward!

"Ouch!" The slender heels of the silver-gray high heels dug into the high school student's feet like cones, causing him to cry out in pain and pull his hands away from his mother's body.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mother ran forward quickly, rushing out of the factory gate in one breath. Without pausing, she turned and ran quickly towards the school on the left, afraid that the pervert behind her would catch up.

"Ouch!" In her panicked escape, the mother bumped into someone at the school gate.

"Ah, Aunt Tang, hello!" Chen Wei, who was knocked back two steps by his mother's bouncy breasts, regained his composure and realized that the slightly out-of-breath beautiful woman in front of him was his deskmate's mother. He quickly went up to greet her.

"Ah, it's Chen Wei, hehe, hello." Coming to her senses, the mother recognized Chen Wei. Seeing that she was on campus, she realized she was safe and breathed a sigh of relief, straightening up to greet him.

She knew Chen Wei's parents were divorced and he currently lived with his grandparents, but the elderly couple were too old, so Chen Wei attended parent-teacher meetings alone. Therefore, seeing him now wasn't surprising.

Looking at his deskmate's beautiful mother's slightly disheveled hair, rosy cheeks, and the glimpse of her white bra and large, firm breasts at the neckline of her shirt, Chen Wei was momentarily stunned.

Still reeling from the near-rape she'd just experienced, the mother suddenly realized her son was staring intently at her chest. She then remembered that her shirt had been torn by that lecherous fellow, and blushed deeply with embarrassment. She quickly pulled at her shirt collar, trying to cover her impressive breasts.

"Ahem." Hearing his mother clear her throat, Chen Wei finally snapped back to reality.

To cover up his earlier blunder, he quickly turned around and led the way for his mother: "Aunt Tang, Xiao Jie said it's almost time and you haven't arrived yet. He was worried you wouldn't know the way, so he asked me to show you. He's still preparing his script. Well, Auntie, the sixth-grade classroom is over here." "Oh, okay." His mother followed, thinking as she walked:

That pervert...

I wonder what he put in my pantyhose. It wasn't big, but just thinking about it makes me nauseous...

Luckily, there's a girls' restroom on the second floor of the school. I'd better hurry and take that thing out.

"We're here, Auntie. Our sixth-grade classroom is on the first floor. Hehe, the teacher said it's to take care of our graduating class." "Okay, Auntie, I understand." Looking at the classroom, which was almost full of parents, the mother was about to turn around and go to the second-floor restroom when she heard Chen Wei suddenly say respectfully, "Ah, Teacher Li!" Knowing that this was her child's new homeroom teacher, who would be with them until graduation, the mother didn't want to leave a bad first impression, so she turned around to greet him.

"Hello, I'm Sun Xiaojie's mother, my name is Tang Yating. You're Teacher Li, right?" The mother extended her hand.

Although the teacher guessed from the back that the mother was a student's parent, the mother's youthful and beautiful appearance still surprised the newly appointed homeroom teacher.

However, he quickly calmed down and politely shook his mother's hand: "Oh, hello! I'm Li Xiang." He then turned to his mother and said in a slightly serious tone, "Chen Wei, what were you doing outside? Why weren't you in your seat? You know, you're here for your own parent-teacher meeting." Chen Wei was startled and hurriedly explained, "Xiao Jie was worried his mother wouldn't know where our class is, so he asked me to show her the way." "Oh, I see." Li Xiang turned back to his mother and said, "Ms. Tang, please have a seat. The parent-teacher meeting is about to start." "Okay...okay." Hearing this, his mother had no choice but to follow Chen Wei into the classroom and sit down.

Fortunately, although the feeling of that thing stuffed in the crotch of my pantyhose was disgusting, it didn't seem to be a big problem. Mom thought it would be fine to go to the bathroom and take it out after the parent-teacher meeting.

This week, it was our group's turn to sit in the front row, so as soon as Mom entered the classroom, I immediately spotted her while she was preparing her speech on the podium.

"Wow, Mom looks so beautiful today! A pink lace-trimmed shirt, a white tulle skirt, and oh, she's even wearing sheer white stockings! Hehe, I guess it's because last year when she wore a Chanel suit and other parents mistook her for a teacher, so she's dressed up so nicely this time." "Huh, why is her bra undone?" I looked over in confusion. "Mom is usually so conservative, how come today... oh my god, her bra is showing." "A small portion is here!

Oh... it's white, and a half-cup..." I was secretly glancing at my mother's white bra and her full, snow-white breasts peeking out from under her shirt when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I heard Teacher Li's voice: "Alright, Sun Xiaojie, you can begin." Ugh, I was so focused on my mother that I didn't notice the teacher had already finished her opening remarks. No wonder it's gotten so quiet.

I quickly grabbed my notes, stood in the center of the stage, and began my presentation, but I was still bothered by my mother's somewhat revealing outfit, my eyes constantly glancing in that direction.

"Hello everyone, uncles and aunties, I'm Sun Xiaojie..." Why is my mother dressed so provocatively today?

Those male parents were already amazed when they saw her last time; if they saw their dream girl's breasts slightly exposed this time, their eyes would practically pop out of their sockets. Luckily, Mom was sitting in the first row near the door…

“When I’m listening in class, I usually selectively take notes…” Damn, Chen Wei was pretending to take notes while staring down at Mom’s thighs…

But Mom’s legs are really beautiful, slender calves, long yet full thighs, and wearing white sheer stockings, they are indeed very alluring.

“For math class, pre-class preparation and post-class review are equally important…” This kid, now he’s sneaking glances at Mom’s chest again.

Damn, he was so close, and Mom was wearing a half-cup bra, he could see half of her breasts clearly.

Hmph, Chen Wei is definitely fantasizing about Mom's full breasts now…

"Many classmates like to do a lot of extracurricular exercises, I… cough!

I… this is how I see it, firstly…" What's going on?!

Why does Mom suddenly look so strange?

Like she just got an electric shock, her whole body is tense.

Looking at my mother, sitting in her seat with slightly furrowed brows, an unusual expression, and her delicate body trembling slightly, I suddenly thought of the porn I watched at Chen Wei's house the other day. The actresses in those films seemed to have the same expression when being caressed or teased with vibrators by the actors.

"Secondly, you need to choose counseling materials that suit you, don't blindly follow trends. My experience is..." Thankfully, my mother calmed down...

But what exactly happened just now...?

Huh?

Is Mom trying to stand up?

We're having a parent-teacher meeting right now. Where is Mom going?

As I was wondering, I noticed Mom suddenly tremble. Her buttocks, which had slightly lifted off the chair, quickly slumped back down, as if her legs had suddenly lost their support.

When she sat down again, her eyes were slightly closed, a beautiful blush on her cheeks. The movement of her lower lip and her tightly pressed legs seemed to indicate that she was enduring some kind of pain…

or…

not pain?

"Finally, there's the issue of how to reasonably arrange a schedule given the current amount of homework. Obviously, without proper rest, it's difficult to have enough energy to listen attentively in class..." What's wrong with Mom? There can't possibly be anyone harassing her, so why is she making that face? Her body is trembling slightly, and her shirt collar is all wobbled open...

Ah, her bra is showing again...

Oh, such a deep cleavage...

Ah?!

While reading my prepared remarks, I was secretly observing Mom out of the corner of my eye and was shocked to discover that Chen Wei had quietly taken out his phone and placed it under the desk, pointing the camera at the inside of Mom's white dress...

Holy crap, you dare to secretly film my mom's underwear?!

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

However, judging from his mother's current state, it was clearly impossible for her to notice Chen Wei's lewd actions beside her.

Her body was leaning slightly forward, her long, slender, white neck stretched stiffly upwards, and her beautiful, now watery eyes were staring blankly at the empty wall next to the blackboard. Her lips occasionally opened and then immediately closed again.

Looking down along her tightly pressed legs, her feet, clad in silver-gray high heels, were strangely maintaining a tiptoe position.

Chen Wei was clearly aware that his mother was highly focused and oblivious to everything around her, so he became even bolder.

"My daily routine is very regular, basically I go to bed before 10 pm..." Seriously?!

Chen Wei... he

's actually lifting up his mom's skirt!

Even if Mom's a little strange right now...

this is so audacious!

Watching my classmate slowly pull up Mom's skirt, revealing little by little her long, slender legs encased in white pantyhose, I, who was reading from my script, couldn't help but feel my mouth go dry, almost making several mistakes.

This kid...

ah, he's pulling it up even more...

Mom's entire thigh is exposed, if any male parent around saw this, they'd probably get a nosebleed, right?

Still pulling?

Damn it, Mom can't feel anything at all! If this keeps up, I'll see her panties...

Wait,

what's that red thing?!

I stared in utter astonishment at my mother's crotch. Chen Wei had carefully lifted the front of her white gauze skirt, and although my mother was desperately trying to close her legs for some reason, I could still clearly see a bright red oval object tucked between her white sheer pantyhose and white panties below her abdomen. It was pressed against her vulva, the vibrant color incredibly alluring against the white pantyhose and panties.

That...

could it be... Oh

my god, it's a vibrator!

Having watched a few adult videos, I finally recognized the strange object in my mother's private parts as a common prop in almost every video.

Holy crap!

How could this be?!

Why would Mom bring a vibrator to a parent-teacher conference with a vibrator in her pantyhose?!

I almost cried out in surprise, but thankfully I had just finished reading a passage, and the pause in the middle wasn't too noticeable.

No wonder…

Mom was enduring the harassment of the vibrator in her private parts…

that's why her expression was so…

ecstatic…

Yes, any man would find Mom's expression ecstatic.

The expression on her face—unable to bear the harassment emanating from her lower body yet forced to restrain herself in public, along with her slightly exposed, firm breasts and alluring legs in stockings beneath her lifted skirt…

even I found it unbearable. If those parents who were currently listening to my sharing of learning experiences and diligently taking notes saw this… they

probably wouldn't be able to resist and would pounce on my mother…

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chen Wei continuing to shamelessly take pictures of my mother's exposed legs with his phone. Looking at her shapely legs and the alluring genitals between them, I found myself unconsciously fantasizing about this scene:

my classmates' fathers, those men around 40 years old, one after another, pounced on my mother, tearing off her bra, ripping her pantyhose and underwear like in an adult film, and then…

damn, what am I thinking…

Luckily, my mother was sitting in the first row, near the door, out of the other parents' sight. Only I, from the podium, could see her clearly.

Otherwise, if those men discovered that my seemingly dignified and virtuous mother actually had a vibrator in her pantyhose and was making that ecstatic expression, that would be a huge mess!

"These are my daily learning experiences, and I hope they can be helpful to you all. Thank you!" With applause, I finished my speech. Chen Wei also stopped secretly filming, and my mother seemed to relax, leaning back on the desk—apparently, the vibrator had stopped working.

Teacher Li walked over from the other side of the podium, nodded and smiled at me, indicating I could go back.

I nodded, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and walked towards the classroom door.

As I passed my mother, I secretly glanced at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes seemed half-closed, and her mouth was slightly open, she was breathing softly and silently, looking utterly exhausted. She was clearly suffering terribly from that vibrator and had even forgotten to greet me.

Obviously, she didn't have the energy to leave the classroom right away, so I gave up on gesturing for her to go to the restroom.

But who put that vibrator in my mother's pantyhose?

Why didn't she take it out before coming to the parent-teacher meeting?

That Chen Wei guy, although what he said last time clearly showed he had ill intentions towards Mom, how could he be so bold?

What if the vibrator suddenly stopped? Mom would definitely realize he was secretly filming her.

Unable to find an answer, I shook my head and walked quickly home, but in my mind, I couldn't help but fantasize:

Mom, who usually looks noble and elegant, had a vibrator in her pantyhose, and her shirt wasn't even buttoned up properly. What if those lecherous men found her like that at work or in other public places...?

The parent-teacher meeting finally ended, and Mom breathed a sigh of relief.

She now deeply regrets not going to the restroom to get rid of that awful thing before the parent-teacher meeting, as she had to endure its shameless harassment of her private parts for the entire meeting.

"You filthy scoundrel..." Even the usually gentle mother couldn't help but curse inwardly at the person who started all this.

Just as the parent-teacher meeting began, she suddenly felt that thing vibrating intensely between her legs. Her already sensitive body was struck dumb, and she almost cried out. Luckily, she managed to hold it in and avoid embarrassment in front of everyone.

But that disgusting thing kept vibrating, and her mother couldn't get it out. Moreover, even the slightest movement sent tingling sensations through the delicate skin on her inner thighs, so she could only grit her teeth and desperately try to endure it.

I managed to stop briefly, intending to use the excuse of going to the restroom to rush out of the classroom, even if it attracted attention. But the moment I started to stand up, it seemed to have a mind of its own and instantly started moving again, causing my mother, caught off guard, to go limp and sit back down.

It seemed to stop again after the experience presentation, but by then my mother's lower body was completely wet, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone leave the classroom to go to the restroom.

And just as the homeroom teacher was giving a formal speech to the parents, it started moving again, and what followed was endless torment.

Throughout the entire parent-teacher meeting, the mother was completely unaware of the students' speeches, the teachers' remarks, or even the sounds around her. Although she was unwilling to admit it, the shameless harassment emanating from her private parts had gradually transformed into waves of unprecedented pleasure, making her realize that if she relaxed even slightly, she would probably moan.

As for the chair beneath her, it likely already bore the marks

of its pervasive vibrations. Fortunately, as the parent-teacher meeting ended, the agonizing vibrations finally stopped.

Secretly berating herself for her own wantonness, the mother struggled to her feet.

Seeing the parents surrounding Li Xiang, asking him all sorts of questions, the mother smiled wryly. She knew that in her current state, it was definitely not suitable to discuss her son's learning problems with the teacher. Besides, she had to get that thing out of the way as soon as possible while it was still. As for the water stains on the seat, she could only pray they wouldn't be noticed.

Thinking this, ignoring her exhaustion, the mother slowly walked out of the classroom.

The graduating class's parent-teacher meeting was the longest; the other grades had already dispersed. Therefore, the mother didn't encounter any other teachers or parents when she reached the stairs, which reassured her somewhat, as she was worried that her current appearance might be noticed by someone with ulterior motives.

"Aunt Tang, aren't you going home?" a somewhat puzzled voice came from behind.

"Oh, Auntie, um... I need to use the restroom first." Mom turned around and explained to Chen Wei.

"Oh, then, goodbye Auntie!" "Um, goodbye... Oh!!!" The vibrator, which had been dormant for a while, suddenly started vibrating again, the intense vibrations violently stimulating Mom's sensitive private parts. Caught off guard, she finally couldn't help but cry out.

No...

no...

I can't embarrass myself in front of my son's classmates...

Mom gritted her teeth and struggled to walk up the stairs:

This is a little bit...

I can barely bear it...

It'll be fine once I get to the restroom...

Just as Mom was leaning against the wall, slowly moving up the steps, the vibrator suddenly started vibrating at an even more intense frequency!

"Ah..." The mother was completely unprepared for this unexpected situation. In an instant, a deadly pleasure spread throughout her body from her private parts. She could no longer hold on, her legs went weak, and she fell backward.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Chen Wei, who had been standing behind the mother, calmly reached out and hugged her from behind, asking with a half-smile.

At this moment, the mother was beyond answering. In fact, she didn't even realize she was lying on Chen Wei's body. The waves of tingling pleasure throughout her body had exceeded her control, causing her to moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." Seeing this, Chen Wei gently lifted his arms, feeling his mother's full and firm breasts with his arms. At the same time, he moved his feet, silently carrying his mother towards the dead corner behind the stairs.

The mother let Chen Wei carry her, her whole body trembling in his arms. Her eyes stared blankly at the stairs, and her sexy cherry lips were already open, emitting moans that would make anyone blush.

Holding the beautiful and sexy young woman in his arms, Chen Wei's breathing had become heavy.

He swallowed slightly, his right hand still around his mother's waist, while his left hand pulled out his phone and pointed it at his mother, who was no longer fully conscious.

"Hehe, Aunt Tang, I saw your wonderful expression on the subway last time, but unfortunately I couldn't record it. Today I finally have the chance! Hey, it's even more wonderful than that day," Chen Wei said smugly in a low voice.

The poor mother couldn't hear Chen Wei's teasing at all. At this moment, due to the vibration of the vibrating egg, the pleasure in her body was getting stronger and stronger, spreading to every corner of her body, and her whole body was trembling more and more violently.

Suddenly…

“No…no!” Mom suddenly realized the changes in her body, a feeling she had never experienced before when making love with Dad. “No…no…not

here…ah…” But she was already sore and weak that she had no power to change it. She could only helplessly feel the pleasure crashing against her nerves like a tidal wave…

Chen Wei also noticed his mother’s abnormality. He felt the hot, curvaceous body in his arms suddenly stiffen as it trembled more and more violently. Her upper body and legs suddenly tensed up, and even her high-heeled legs stretched straight out. Her hands unconsciously gripped Chen Wei’s sleeves tightly.

This incredibly erotic scene left Chen Wei speechless: "Damn, no way, she actually climaxed!" Almost ten seconds later, Mom's body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and she suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Chen Wei like cotton. She twitched slightly every now and then, and a thin stream of fluid slowly flowed down her beautiful legs, which were covered in white stockings…

"Damn, she really was horny!" Chen Wei looked at his mother, who was motionless in his arms, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Chapter Five

: "Finished your homework? Let's go eat then." Mom patted my head and said gently.

It's almost 12:30 now. Usually, Mom would have finished lunch by now.

But it's rare that I'm willing to come to her workplace this noon, and I'm determined to finish the homework the teacher assigned this morning.

Seeing how hard I'm working, Mom certainly doesn't mind delaying lunch by half an hour.

After taking off her white doctor's uniform and putting it in the closet, Mom stretched slightly to shake off the fatigue from sitting in the clinic all morning. Then she took my hand and led me outside, completely unaware that my gaze had been fixed on her full, large breasts while she was stretching.

Yesterday, Mom mentioned that I had never been to her workplace before, and since the school was closed this afternoon to prepare for a professional skills exam, she suggested that I have lunch at her workplace.

When my mom first suggested it, I wasn't enthusiastic at all.

Going to my mom's workplace for dinner? I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore, what's there to be excited about?

Besides, I rarely have class in the afternoon, and I wanted to take the opportunity to go to Chen Wei's house. Firstly, I could see what kind of porn his cousin had downloaded for him, and secondly, I could ask my mom what happened at last week's parent-teacher meeting.

About half an hour after I got home last weekend, my mom came back. Although she looked a little tired, she seemed to be in good spirits.

My mother's timely arrival home meant that nothing unusual had happened to her besides attending the parent-teacher meeting. At least, it couldn't be like my fantasy—that she had encountered some kind of "accident" because the vibrator in her pantyhose was discovered…

But I still felt uneasy:

where did my mother get that vibrator?

Also, the ecstatic expression on my mother's face before I left indicated that her body was already aroused. If this harassment continued after I left, would it lead to some intense physical reaction that would attract the attention of those around her?

And what about that kid Chen Wei? Would he take the opportunity to do something to my mother?

However, although I've subtly inquired about what happened that day with Chen Wei over the past few days, his answer is exactly the same as the "official account" my mother told me after she got home:

My mother suddenly felt unwell after the parent-teacher meeting, a little dizzy, and almost fell at school. Luckily, Chen Wei helped her, and she recovered and stood up again.

My mother even wanted me to thank Chen Wei for this.

Thank him, my foot!

My mother was clearly weak in the legs from being tortured by that vibrator; how could she possibly be dizzy?

Besides, Chen Wei not only secretly photographed up my mother's skirt, but according to my mother, he also hugged her for a while when she was "dizzy." Who knows if he took advantage of her? And you're thanking him?

However, thinking about how my deskmate and my mother might have had some intimate contact, I'm still a little excited.

But what bothers me most is that my mother's tone and expression were somewhat unnatural when she talked about it, clearly pretending to be nonchalant, trying to easily gloss over the matter.

As for Chen Wei, I didn't see anything wrong with him, but now whenever that kid mentions my mother, there's a strange, restless look in his eyes.

Therefore, although judging from the timing, nothing should have happened, I still planned to take advantage of the afternoon when I didn't have classes to go to Chen Wei's house to ask him for clarification.

However, seeing that my mother seemed very eager for me to go to her workplace (in her words, "to experience the high-end restaurant, Hongfeng"), I couldn't refuse, even though in my opinion, the food at Hongfeng Restaurant probably couldn't compare to the school cafeteria.

"Forget it, I'll find a chance to find out next week." However, this morning at school, I started to become very interested in the suggestion of going to my mother's workplace because I accidentally witnessed a "stunning" scene.

The story goes like this: early in the morning, my mother prepared breakfast for me as usual, and then went back to her room to get ready to go out.

I took a few bites of bread and suddenly remembered the oranges my mom had bought yesterday, so I decided to get one to try and get some vitamins.

However, after searching the refrigerator for a while, I couldn't find any oranges. Frustrated, I had no choice but to go to my mom's room to ask.

Unexpectedly, my mom always treated me like a child, never locking the door when she slept or changed clothes.

So, when I pushed open the bedroom door, this was the beautiful sight that greeted my eyes:

my mom was standing by the bed, one leg propped on the edge, her hands tracing the alluring curves of her long, muscular thighs as she pulled up a pair of dark skin-colored lace stockings.

What made my heart race even faster was that my mother was only wearing a white bra and panties.

Actually, I had seen my mother changing clothes many times before, but it was always just a fleeting glance, and I didn't think much of it.

But now, influenced by Chen Wei's words and what I saw at the Italian restaurant, I've become sensitive to these kinds of things. And the amazing and exciting scene at last week's parent-teacher meeting has kept me up at night for the past few days. I'm increasingly eager to see my mother's sexy body, and even...

in this situation, I only felt that the way my mother, wearing only underwear, bent over and put on stockings on her smooth thighs was incredibly tempting.

Her full, firm, hemispherical breasts showed no signs of sagging, proudly standing upright as if they were about to leap out of her white bra. The matching lace panties made her already rounded, pert buttocks look even more alluring.

I stared blankly at my mother, feeling my mouth go dry and my heart pounding.

My mother, however, turned her head nonchalantly, smiling and asking, "What's wrong?" "Oh, well… I… I want some fruit." "Oh, it's in that drawer in the refrigerator." "Ah… I… I know…" I reluctantly turned and left the bedroom, my mind filled with the scene I had just witnessed:

My mother was so beautiful, her breasts were so big, and her legs were gorgeous.

Those AV actresses can't compare to Mom.

No wonder Chen Wei had ill intentions towards her...

I'm afraid it wasn't just Chen Wei, other men might have too...

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a strange anticipation for going to Mom's workplace for dinner today:

maybe I'll even see Mom changing clothes again!

As a major taxpayer, Hongfeng Group's president, Wang Dezhong, is a prominent figure who frequently dines with municipal government leaders; rumors circulate that he's one of the mayor's confidants.

This explains why, despite already owning a research and development base covering over 500 acres in the suburbs, Hongfeng Group still manages to place its headquarters, including an entire old factory building, less than 2 kilometers from the city center.

It's important to understand that in this prime location where land is incredibly valuable, even well-performing companies typically only occupy one or two floors of an office building for work; none of them have the space to preserve their factory buildings like Hongfeng.

It's said that the idea of preserving the factory buildings was proposed many years ago by Zhao Jin, the Executive Vice President and Director of the Office.

Zhao Jin is not only a close friend of President Wang Dezhong but also his capable assistant, a thoughtful yet often reckless individual.

In his view, preserving the factory where the group's president and some veterans had once worked was of great commemorative significance, and it also gave the entire group's headquarters compound a vibrant and prosperous atmosphere. Wang Dezhong himself had long been accustomed to working amidst the low rumble of machinery for decades.

Therefore, although the daily revenue generated by this factory with about 20 workshops was less than 50% of the rent from the land, and the production in some of the workshops was, in a sense, somewhat dangerous and shouldn't have been located so close to the city center, no one had any objections.

However, now his mother had her own opinions.

Because of the factory, the headquarters housed not only department heads and white-collar employees, but also many skilled workers. As a result, even though my mother left home only half an hour later than usual for dinner, she found the first and second floors of the Hongfeng Restaurant already packed.

Although she usually got along well with the ordinary workers, seeing the crowds and the battle for seats, she clearly felt it was best not to squeeze in.

"Never mind, Xiao Jie, let's go to the third floor," I said. I didn't really care where we ate; after all, we weren't at my mother's workplace to enjoy gourmet food.

However, when I first arrived, my mother mentioned that the third floor of Hongfeng Restaurant was quite luxurious.

Although it's just a "company canteen," the interior decoration definitely meets four-star standards.

In fact, managers and even the president of various departments often use the third floor to entertain business partners, which saves time—the restaurant is located inside the headquarters compound—and also appears low-key—look, even the president eats in the canteen.

Of course, the prices here are much higher than the two floors downstairs, and according to my mother, because the leaders often come here to eat, ordinary employees don't come at all. That's why the third floor isn't crowded right now; there are definitely empty seats.

"What would you like to eat?" Mom asked with a smile.

"Oh..." Looking at the more than fifty kinds of dim sum displayed in the window, I began to think that the luxurious third floor of Hongfeng Restaurant was indeed well-deserved of its reputation, even a bit exaggerated.

I don't know if it was because I was nervous about visiting my mother's workplace for the first time, or because I was excited by the fantasies in my mind, but I didn't feel very hungry, so I looked at the delicious dishes of various cuisines displayed in the windows somewhat absentmindedly.

"Dr. Tang!" A middle-aged man's voice rang out behind me.

I turned slightly and saw a man who looked to be under fifty years old standing not far away, smiling and greeting my mother: "Dr. Tang! It's rare to see you on the third floor.

Oh, this must be your son, right? He's quite handsome!" "Hehe, hello Director Zhao," my mother replied with a smile, clearly on good terms with him.

"Hello, Uncle!" Director Zhao?

That must be Zhao Jin, the second-in-command of the group.

"Good, good. Very polite!" Zhao Jin patted my shoulder with a smile, then looked up at my mother and said, "What, haven't you eaten yet? Come and eat with us. There are too few people at our table, even Teng Zihua has been brought in to make up the numbers!" "No need," my mother said hesitantly.

Wang Dezhong and a client from some unknown company were also sitting at the table, clearly discussing business.

"It's alright, it's alright," Zhao Jin waved his hand, lowering his voice smugly, "That Mr. Wu is all set, it's just a meal. But it wasn't easy, the new municipal party secretary seems to be at odds with us, always causing trouble. If it weren't for today's deal, our cash flow might have been affected." I looked up at my mother, who still seemed reluctant to go.

Just then, "Tingting, hey, come, come, come sit with us." Wang Dezhong also saw my mother and waved her over.

Seeing this, my mother didn't say anything.

After all, Wang Dezhong was not only the head of the group, but also a long-time friend of my maternal grandfather's family, someone who had watched my mother grow up.

"Mom certainly wouldn't offend an elder," I thought to myself.

Sure enough, my mother smiled and said, "Okay, Uncle Wang, then we'll make our way." She pulled me over.

"Hello, Grandpa Wang!" "Oh, hello! Haha, Xiao Jie has grown up so much. The last time I saw him, he was only three years old, haha!" Wang Dezhong said with a laugh, making me a little embarrassed.

"Come, let me introduce you," Zhao Jin said, seeing that Wang Dezhong had finished chatting with his mother. He then introduced the only non-Hongfeng employee at the table to his mother: "This is General Manager Wu from Yuantong Company, Wu Renxiong. He's here to discuss cooperation on exporting to Japan. We've had a very pleasant collaboration!" Although these business matters had nothing to do with his mother, a doctor, she still politely nodded and smiled at General Manager Wu.

"This beautiful young lady is Dr. Tang Yating from our group's medical department," Zhao Jin continued enthusiastically. "Dr. Tang's medical skills are superb; she can be described as a miracle worker. We finally managed to recruit her from the municipal hospital. This is her son, Sun Xiaojie, a sixth-grade student who excels in both character and academics!" Hearing Zhao Jin's praise, my mother couldn't help but smile.

General Manager Wu stood up and extended his hand to my mother: "Oh my, Miss Tang, you're so talented at such a young age. I admire you, I admire you, hehe." Although these words sounded somewhat inappropriate to me, my mother still stood up and shook hands with him.

"Hmm?" What was supposed to be a polite handshake turned into something else when I noticed that Mr. Wu seemed to be holding my mother's hand tightly, even gently kneading it, and he was also leering at her chest.

"Hmph." My mother frowned slightly and forcefully pulled her hand back. Mr. Wu was taken aback, and seeing that my mother had already sat down, he had no choice but to sit down awkwardly as well.

"Come on, everyone, have some food." Zhao Jin seemed oblivious to the scene, warmly gesturing to everyone. The blond young man named Teng Zihua sitting next to him quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wu, this boiled cabbage is very well made, would you like to try some?" Wu Renxiong took the opportunity to step down from the stage, picked up a piece of cabbage leaf and put it in his mouth, chewing as he said, "Okay... um, not bad, not bad." But his eyes kept glancing at his mother.

The clinking of glasses at the table held no interest for me. However, seeing my mother and Zhao Jin seemingly quite familiar with each other brought back vivid memories:

the marks on my mother's legs from the last meal, the vibrator at the parent-teacher meeting—could this person be…?

And the way Mr. Wu held my mother's hand so tightly made my heart race:

this guy also had ill intentions towards my mother. Could it be that my mother…?

Thinking this, I suppressed my excitement and began to observe the expressions of the men at the table.

Although Wang Dezhong was over fifty, he still exuded an air of authority, downing his drinks in one gulp and occasionally exchanging a few words with Mr. Wu about cooperation.

Mr. Wu's answers were always brief and he seemed distracted, his mind clearly on my mother sitting next to me.

Zhao Jin, on the other hand, was composed and occasionally tried to liven things up, but I noticed he also occasionally stole glances at my mother's ample breasts.

As for Teng Zihua, with his dyed blond hair, he appeared to be eating, but his eyes were darting downwards.

My mother was wearing a white cotton t-shirt today; the fitted waist accentuated her already full breasts, and up close, you could even see the outline of her bra.

Over it, she wore a sky-blue chiffon blouse, making her look both elegant and alluring, attracting the attention of these lecherous men.

She wore a light pink pleated skirt, her long, shapely legs tightly encased in dark-skinned stockings.

"They… humph…" I realized that most of these men had ill intentions towards my mother.

As her son, I should have been furious.

However, seeing these men staring lustfully at my mother's breasts and thighs, I became increasingly excited.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, let me toast you!" Mr. Wu stood up again, raising his glass to my mother.

Among women, my mother was considered to have a decent tolerance for alcohol, and none of the men present urged her to drink, so a few sips weren't a problem.

But with such a sleazy guy…

Mom tilted her head back slightly and downed the last sip of red wine in her glass.

I was taken aback, then realized that Mom was actually doing it out of respect for Wang Dezhong.

“Good! That’s great!” Seeing Mom giving him face, President Wu couldn’t help but smile broadly.

“That’s right. Our Dr. Tang has a very good capacity for alcohol.” Zhao Jin smiled as he picked up Mom’s empty glass and poured her some wine, as if he were a waiter: “Come on, Dr. Tang, let’s have a drink too.” If someone who didn’t know him saw his approachable demeanor, they probably wouldn’t believe that this was Vice President Zhao, who brought eight-figure profits to the Hongfeng Group every year.

However, Mom clearly had a very good impression of Vice President Zhao, so when Zhao raised his glass to her, she didn't hesitate at all and downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp.

I noticed that after several toasts, a blush had appeared on Mom's face, indicating she was already a little tipsy.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, I... I'll toast you too!" Teng Zihua raised his glass to Mom somewhat ingratiatingly, then quickly finished his own drink, saying, "Go ahead, hehe."

Mom glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and took a sip.

After all, he had drunk first as a sign of respect, and she didn't want to be impolite.

Afterwards, the atmosphere at the table remained harmonious, but my heart was pounding: "Could they be trying to get Mom drunk?" Looking around, the luxurious third-floor restaurant wasn't as crowded as the first and second floors. Apart from a few employees and a couple of managers in the distance, it seemed rather empty.

"Could it be that these people dare to...do something to Mom here..." "Xiao Jie!" Mom's voice startled me from my reverie. I quickly looked up and asked, "Mom, what is it?" "How are you? Have you eaten?" Apparently not noticing my momentary lapse, Mom asked gently.

"Yes," I nodded.

"That's good." Mom smiled and straightened my clothes, saying, "You still have homework to do, right? Let's go back to the infirmary first." "I've almost finished my homework..." If I leave now, what if something happens to Mom later...

“Hehe, there’s a bookstore across the street, you can go look at comics?” Mom was clearly thinking of me, figuring I’d be bored staying here. “How about this, you go back first, but you can go to the bookstore if you want,” she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “There’s a spare key under the mat on the right side of the door, you can take it and lock it yourself, I won’t give you this one.” Smelling the faint scent of perfume and red wine emanating from Mom, I blushed slightly and nodded, “Okay, I understand.” Mom smiled and looked up at Wang Dezhong, saying, “Uncle Wang, I’ve sent Xiao Jie back to the infirmary, he still has homework to do.” “Okay, hehe, let Xiao Jie go back and do his homework.” Wang Dezhong nodded with a smile.

"What's up, Xiao Jie? Have you eaten?" Zhao Jin, who had only greeted me briefly before practically forgetting I was there, interjected.

"Yes, I'm full, Uncle Zhao," I replied, only to find my mother, who had been about to stand up to straighten my clothes, rubbing her forehead, seemingly unwell.

"Oh dear, Dr. Tang, have you had too much to drink?" Seeing this, Zhao Jin asked with concern, "Red wine has a strong aftereffect. Come, come, sit down for a while." He stood up and walked towards the food window.

"Dr. Tang, are you alright?" Teng Zihua asked, still trying to ingratiate himself.

Wang Dezhong also asked, "Tingting, are you alright?" "Oh, Uncle Wang, it's nothing, just a little dizzy, haha," my mother explained.

“I can cure this!” Wu Renxiong seemed eager to show off. “Give her some tea or milk, preferably with a few drops of vinegar, and she’ll be fine.” Teng Zihua also expressed his support and volunteered to go find some milk.

But just then, Zhao Jin returned with a small bowl. “Here, Dr. Tang, this is a hangover remedy specially made by the restaurant. You’ll feel better after drinking it.” “Oh, thank you!” Mom took the bowl, drank a few sips, and quickly finished the entire bowl of hangover remedy.

In a short while, her complexion improved noticeably, so I was relieved. After thanking Zhao Jin and saying goodbye to Wang Dezhong, I left.

Back at the infirmary, I chuckled to myself as I used the spare key to open the door:

What era is this? Mom still hides keys like this!

After sitting in the infirmary for a while and drinking some water, I got up and wandered around the room, looking around, feeling a bit bored.

Just as I was about to leave, my eyes caught sight of a large wardrobe in the corner.

"Oh, it's Mom's wardrobe!" Remembering how Mom took off her white uniform and put it inside, I eagerly opened the door and peeked inside.

"Tch, just doctor's uniforms and a change of clothes." I was hoping to see if there were any bras or stockings for Mom...

but because there weren't many clothes, the closet looked quite empty. I bent down, "Sure enough," and "I could squeeze my whole body inside."

"Hehe, maybe I can hide here and give Mom a surprise when she comes back... Hmm, maybe I can even see her changing before her afternoon nap..." The erotic scene I witnessed this morning flashed through my mind again...

Suddenly, I heard voices at the door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Startled from my daydream, I instinctively closed the closet door and shrank inside.

"Damn, what a crappy closet, the door won't even close properly..." Despite my complaints, I still peeked out through the crack in the door.

Zhao Jin helped his mother, who was walking with a slightly unsteady gait, into the room.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, take it easy..." He helped her sit down, then poured her a cup of hot tea and placed it on the desk beside her.

His mother was back to her earlier drunken state, and it seemed even worse. She sat in the chair, her hand on her forehead, her eyes closed, appearing severely dizzy.

"These people, are they going to let Mom drink more later?" I frowned.

After doing all this, Zhao Jin greeted them and turned to leave.

"Huh, he left so quickly." I was slightly surprised. I thought that even if he didn't take advantage of my vulnerability, he should at least have taken the opportunity to be attentive and look after my mother. I didn't expect him to leave so soon.

Hearing Zhao Jin's footsteps receding, I jumped out of the closet.

My mother heard the sound, looked up, and saw that I had crawled out of the closet. Although she still looked uncomfortable, she couldn't help but smile. "What were you doing hiding in the closet? What, not planning to go out for a walk?" But then she rubbed her forehead.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked with concern.

"Hmm, it's nothing," Mom slowly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, pulled back the white curtain, sat on the bed behind the curtain, and looked up at me, saying, "Mom feels a little dizzy and needs to sleep for a while. Remember to lock the door when you go out," she pointed to the treatment bed by the door, "If you're sleepy when you come back, you can sleep there." I nodded, and Mom lowered the curtain, and the entire clinic became quiet.

"Now I won't have a chance to see Mom wearing underwear," I thought helplessly. "Oh well, I'll go out for a walk later." I looked out the window, but my mind was filled with the lewd looks the men had given Mom.

Adding to what had happened in the past few weeks, I was now certain that quite a few men were indeed eyeing my mother, this beautiful young woman.

"Will Mom, like in that novel, be drugged and raped by men who lust after her beauty..." The occasional low rumble of machinery from the distant factory made the entire infirmary seem even quieter.

"Hmm? Why is someone here now?" Clear footsteps echoed in the corridor, followed by...

the sound of a key being inserted into a lock!

My heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively, I darted into the closet.

Just as I closed the closet door, "creak..." the infirmary door opened, and a man walked in.

"Oh, isn't this Zhao Jin?" I curiously observed the man through the crack in the cabinet door. "How does he have the key to Mom's clinic?! And what's he doing here now? Didn't he just leave..." Zhao Jin quietly closed the door, took a few steps forward, and called out softly, "Dr. Tang? Dr. Tang?" Mom was clearly fast asleep and didn't respond at all.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Zhao Jin sneered, seemingly unable to contain his smugness. He muttered to himself, "I didn't have a chance the past few days, hehe, today I finally got you to drink enough!" "Enough? What do you mean?" I was momentarily stunned, but my heart started racing as Zhao Jin lifted the white curtain, bent down, climbed onto the single bed, and then lowered the curtain.

"Oh my god! He's trying to take advantage of Mom while she's asleep...

No, Mom's a light sleeper, the slightest noise will wake her up..."

Besides, she didn't drink that much. If she were violated, she'd definitely wake up... What would I do then... Having already been exposed to AV, I knew exactly what a man would do if he climbed into bed while my mother was asleep. However, since I couldn't see what was behind the curtain and didn't dare get up to approach, I could only stare

wide-eyed at the curtain. "Dr. Tang, can you still escape my grasp now?" Zhao Jin's low voice came from behind the curtain, his tone full of smugness: "Hehe, imported medicine is really effective!" "Imported medicine?" I immediately remembered the hangover soup Zhao Jin had given my mother at lunch. "Something was put in it? That means Mom won't wake up for the time being!" "Just like in those novels..." But that wasn't the point. The point was Zhao Jin's lewd tone; even I could hear it, it was filled with naked lust.

"Is Mom really going to be raped?" For some reason, the thought of "Mom being raped" gave me an intense, unprecedented thrill. My eyes widened as I stared intently at the white curtain.

"Ah... those breasts are fucking huge!" Zhao Jin's surprised voice came from behind the curtain: "36D!" "I listened to Zhao Jin's words, but I had absolutely no idea what was going on behind the curtain. My heart felt like it was being clawed at, and I couldn't help but feel anxious.

But then I froze, because I saw Zhao Jin's left hand reach out from above the curtain and drape two pieces of clothing over the thin rope holding the curtain together—'Those are Mom's clothes!' I stared dumbfounded at the white t-shirt and sky-blue chiffon blouse, completely forgetting to hide my presence, and almost pushed open the closet door.

Soon, Zhao Jin reached out again and placed a pink pleated skirt next to the t-shirt.

'Zhao Jin... is taking off Mom's clothes!'" Before I could even react, Zhao Jin's hand reappeared above the curtain, draping two alluring garments over my skirt.

The afternoon sun streamed in from the right window, illuminating the white lace-trimmed bra and matching panties, creating a dazzling reflection.

Looking at the shimmering, curved cups and the thin, delicate panties, the erotic scene of my mother changing clothes that morning, which I had inadvertently witnessed, suddenly flashed before my eyes, and a powerful urge surged through me.

"I really want... I really want... to see..." Just then, Zhao Jin let out a low growl: "Oh..." I was startled and hid behind the wardrobe door, not daring to breathe.

But I quickly realized I hadn't been discovered, because Zhao Jin didn't come out from behind the curtains. Instead, the single wooden bed seemed to be shaking, making a rhythmic "creak, creak, creak, creak" sound.

"Strange, why is the bed making that noise? Oh... Zhao Jin, he's started raping Mom!" My breathing suddenly became heavy: "Zhao Jin slept in the same bed with Mom... and even took off Mom's clothes... like in AVs, he pinned Mom down...?" Suddenly, I realized I had made a mistake. Mom wasn't naked—Zhao Jin hadn't taken out those dark-skinned stockings and placed them on the curtain...

A clear image seemed to appear before my eyes: "Oh... Mom...

Mom who is usually so beautiful and dignified... is now naked, wearing only stockings, being pinned down and brutally raped by a man other than Dad..." "Should we stop him?" "I, who had been in a state of extreme excitement, seemed to have just remembered this question.

After a slight hesitation, I thought, 'Never mind, I'm just a child, I can't stop adults at all.' I gave myself a very good reason.

The truth is, although I knew my mother was being violated, the thought of Zhao Jin's penis thrusting forcefully into her vagina, and his hands perhaps kneading her full breasts and her beautiful legs in stockings, filled me with an unprecedented excitement. I even longed to see what was behind the curtains.

The single bed shook violently for nearly twenty seconds ." A few minutes later, the sounds grew louder, and with the violent shaking of the bed, Zhao Jin's breathing became increasingly heavy.

I stared intently at the white curtains, imagining Zhao Jin raping my mother, while also worrying that the bed might break.

Fortunately, soon Zhao Jin let out a low growl.

After this completely unrestrained sound, the shaking of the bed stopped, and the infirmary became as quiet as it had been before Zhao Jin entered.

"Huff...huff...what a slut, damn it, so much water, it took me ages to wipe it all up. Luckily I put the clothes underneath..." Zhao Jin's panting voice came from behind the curtain, clearly exhausted. "Hehe, you always pretend to be so proper...looks like I'll have to 'take care' of you more often from now on!" Accompanied by what sounded like the sound of wiping the sheets, Zhao Jin muttered to himself, seemingly very satisfied, yet also very regretful.

After a while, I saw Zhao Jin's hand reach out again, taking my mother's shirt, dress, bra, and panties inside.

Realizing that he had "finished" and was dressing my mother, a slight feeling welled up inside me. Disappointment, perhaps from the fact that Zhao Jin's defilement of my mother hadn't lasted long enough, or perhaps from regret at not witnessing the actual scene.

But a sliver of clarity told me that Zhao Jin would come out after dressing my mother, so I immediately held my breath and quietly hid behind the wardrobe door.

Sure enough, Zhao Jin soon emerged from behind the curtain, and then... I heard the sound of the door closing and Zhao Jin's footsteps as he left.

After hiding for another minute, curiosity finally won out, and I couldn't resist pushing open the closet door and stepping out. I quietly approached the curtain, pulled it up, and peeked inside.

To my disappointment, there was no scene like in adult videos where actresses are covered in semen after being penetrated, let alone the exaggerated, sticky liquid depicted in comics.

Instead, I saw my mother lying on the bed, her clothes neatly arranged. Her high, full breasts rose and fell gently beneath her white t-shirt, clearly fast asleep.

Her beautiful legs were naturally stretched out under her skirt, and there wasn't a trace of semen on her dark-skinned stockings...

only the sheets beneath her seemed slightly damp.

"Oh, Mom's face is so red..." Seeing the blush on Mom's cheeks even deeper than on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, I swallowed hard and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Mom's face. Then, my hand involuntarily moved down and pressed against Mom's firm breasts.

"Ah, so...so good..." The firmness and elasticity in my palm made me almost groan with pleasure. "No wonder Zhao Jin had such a satisfied look on his face just now..." I turned my head and my gaze fell on Mom's long, beautiful legs in stockings.

"Oh, Mom's wearing stockings today...hehe...

it'll be so convenient for Zhao Jin when he's fucking her..." I imagined Zhao Jin spreading her beautiful legs into an M shape as he raped my mother, and without realizing it, I reached out and slowly stroked her softly slender legs upwards.

In an instant, I felt the sensation of my mother's legs emanating from my fingertips and palm. The wonderful sensation of her soft yet firm skin encased in stockings... "Ooh..." The softness, the smoothness, the elasticity... I couldn't help but gasp.

My left hand grasped my mother's beautiful breasts, while my right hand caressed her stockinged thighs. For a moment, my mind went blank, only feeling that my decision to come to my mother's workplace today was incredibly wise...

"Hmm, a little wet..." My right hand touched my mother's panties, and I immediately noticed that there was still some moisture around her private parts, as if it hadn't been wiped clean.

"But this level of moisture will completely disappear before Mom wakes up, and she definitely won't notice." Thinking of this, I casually lifted my pleated skirt, revealing my mother's private parts tightly wrapped in white silk panties.

The reflective surface of the panties and the slightly protruding shape of her mons pubis combined to create a fatal temptation.

Imagining that not long ago, this hidden and sacred part of my body was being wantonly violated by Zhao Jin's penis... "Damn curtains... um... otherwise I could have seen Mom being raped with my own eyes..."

Chapter Six

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?" I asked, puzzled, looking at my mother who was staring blankly at a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs with her chopsticks in hand.

"Oh..." Mom seemed to come to her senses, smiled slightly at me, picked up a piece of pork rib with her chopsticks and placed it on my plate, then lowered her head and ate a small bite of rice herself.

My mother has been spacing out like this a lot these past few days, and I can roughly guess why.

However, although I had expected my mother to react, I was still a little frightened.

That afternoon, my mother looked strange after she got up, her rosy cheeks carrying a hint of doubt.

After getting out of bed for a while, she finally couldn't help but ask me, "Xiao Jie, at noon... um," she seemed unsure how to answer, hesitating for a few seconds before continuing, "Were you in the infirmary the whole time?" I was startled, regretting that I hadn't gone out because I had been fantasizing and even longing to see what had just happened again.

Just to be on the safe side and avoid suspicion, I forced myself to say, "I...I went out and just got back." After saying that, I carefully observed my mother's expression and asked, "Is something wrong?" My mother's pretty face blushed, then turned somewhat pale. She slightly avoided my gaze and whispered, "Nothing, nothing." I thought my mother wouldn't realize she had lost her virginity, or at most she would have some doubts. Knowing my mother's personality, she wouldn't make a big fuss about it.

But for some reason, these past few days my mother has been spacing out from time to time, making me feel that she is indeed preoccupied.

"Could it be that Zhao Jin didn't clean up the traces properly, and Mom found out later?" I thought worriedly. "No, that's impossible. If Mom had realized she'd been drugged and raped at the time, she wouldn't have been so calm afterwards." I know my mother's personality very well. If she faced a sudden blow, in a situation where there was no way to retreat, her reaction would definitely be very intense.

For example, if someone tried to rape her, she would definitely resist fiercely, not half-heartedly like in adult videos.

But seeing her so preoccupied yet without any other reaction, I'm a little confused about the situation.

"What exactly happened? That day, it's all in the past, I didn't have much of a reaction then, so why have I started acting like this these past few days?" Sitting in the brand-new clinic, Mom stared blankly at the white wall opposite her, her mind in turmoil.

Last weekend, her son came to her workplace for half a day, which was initially quite enjoyable, but he drank too much at noon and slept until after 3 pm.

You see, Mom was usually quite confident in her alcohol tolerance; a few glasses of red wine shouldn't have gotten her that drunk.

"Could it be that after working for several years, my body isn't as strong as it used to be?" But that wasn't what worried her.

That afternoon, she felt something was wrong with her body shortly after waking up.

However, her head was still spinning, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong until she sat up and realized something was amiss in her lower body.

The tingling, the numbing, the slightly congested feeling emanating from deep within her vagina was clearly...

But she had only taken a nap, so how could this be?

With her eyes closed, she gently rubbed her forehead, completely bewildered:

she had taken a nap alone, so why did her body feel like she had just had sex?

"Could it be that I drank too much and masturbated in my sleep?" The thought of doing something so shameful in her sleep that she would never normally do made her face flush crimson.

"Could it be that I haven't had my husband around for too long, and my body... wants...

I even subconsciously...

How could this be? How can masturbation bring such...

such a strong feeling...

Really... But masturbation shouldn't be like this..." Just then, Mom suddenly noticed something:

Why was the bed so clean?

Not even a speck of dampness on her underwear?

You see, her body was extremely sensitive; every time they made love, Dad's not-so-strong penis would leave her overflowing.

If it was masturbation, how could the sheets and underwear not be wet?

But if it was just unconscious, slight touching of her genitals while asleep, preventing any "flow of fluids," then her genitals shouldn't be feeling so strongly now.

In fact, her labia were already somewhat swollen.

The mother, her mind reeling from these thoughts, suddenly realized a terrifying possibility:

she had been assaulted, and the perpetrator had wiped away all traces afterward.

Startled by this thought, she quickly bent down and pulled down her underwear for a thorough check.

However, there were indeed no suspicious marks on her underwear, and her stockings were completely clean. She

then checked her other clothing; it was all neatly dressed.

Relieved that nothing was amiss, the mother inwardly berated herself for being so lewd, for even considering such a shameful possibility.

“Besides, my son was in the clinic before he left; who would dare break in?” But the sensations in her body couldn't be faked. As a doctor and a mother herself, she knew perfectly well that the swelling and numbness in her lower body felt like after sex.

“Maybe… when I masturbated, my body didn't react as strongly as when I had sex with my husband, so I didn't wet the sheets.” Forcing herself to accept this “reasonable” explanation, she dared not think any further.

But now, however, her brows furrowed slightly.

She had taken her usual afternoon nap on Tuesday, but this time she slept until 3 PM.

The relaxed work at the clinic shouldn't have left her so tired, so her nap shouldn't have been this long, especially since she hadn't been drinking this time.

What terrified her even more was that when she got up, she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body again, just like last weekend, as if she had just finished having sex.

Her clothes were still intact, and there were no traces of bodily fluids on the sheets.

But the swelling of her labia clearly told her mother that this was definitely not a fantasy or a wet dream.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" her mother cried out inwardly.

As an excellent doctor, she certainly wouldn't naively believe that she had suddenly become extremely sleepy and could masturbate while asleep.

But the remaining option was too terrifying:

she, Tang Yating, had been drugged and raped!

Just thinking about this possibility made her mother feel breathless.

Despite this, she tried to reassure herself:

the infirmary door was locked, and no one could actually get in.

However, the distinct sensation in her lower body was a reality the mother couldn't ignore.

"Could it be... could it be that someone really drugged me, and then sneaked into the infirmary while I was asleep, and...?" The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

"What should I do? Call the police?

But that person always erases the traces.

That way, there's no evidence...

Should I ask the police to come to my workplace to investigate?

No!"

"No! That would cause a huge scandal, everyone would know I was drugged and raped, how could I ever face anyone then!" For several days, the mother was filled with worry, unsure of how to handle the situation. After much deliberation

, she decided not to call the police yet, to avoid making a scene and losing face. Besides, deep down, she didn't want to admit she had been assaulted.

Chapter 1

"I know, I know, I'll listen to Mom at home and study hard at school... Okay, I'm going to school now, goodbye Dad!" I tossed the phone to my mother, grabbed my schoolbag, and dashed out the door like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, my mother shook her head helplessly, picked up the phone, and immediately heard her husband's gentle voice: "Tingting, how's work going lately?" "Hehe, don't worry, Uncle Wang is taking care of me at work, so it's usually quite relaxed. After all, it's a company, unlike a hospital where there are endless patients." Feeling her father's concern, my mother felt a sweet warmth in her heart: "Hmm... don't worry, I'll take care of things at home, and Xiaojie's studies won't be a problem...

Hmm, I know, take care of yourself over there.

Okay, okay, I'll hang up now. Goodbye!" "Hanging up the phone, Mom sighed softly.

She had thought that transferring from the hospital to her current workplace would mean less demanding work and more time with her family. But Dad was suddenly transferred to Dubai, and he wouldn't be there for over a year.

Although the family income would increase significantly, she couldn't very well leave me, not even 12 years old, in the care of relatives while she went abroad with Dad.

This meant that living apart from her husband was inevitable.

Thinking about how her husband had been gone for almost five months and she still wasn't used to it, Mom felt a mix of sadness and amusement:

her child was so grown up, yet she still acted like a little girl in love.

She shook her head self-deprecatingly, then realized it was getting late, grabbed her bag, and hurried out the door."

"Hey, Xiao Tang! Good morning! Heading to work?" A voice suddenly came from the upper left, startling the mother who was locking the door.

She turned around and saw Old Song, who lived upstairs, standing on the stairs, smiling at her.

"Oh, Master Song, good morning!" "Hehe, Xiao Tang, going to work so early?" "Yes, although it's not far, I have to change buses once, so I have to leave early." "Ah, right," Old Song slapped his forehead, "You work at Hongfeng now." "Mom nodded, smiled at Lao Song, and turned to walk downstairs.

She still had to go to work, unlike Lao Song, who was retired and could chat leisurely at home.

Because she was in a hurry to get downstairs, Mom's movements were a little too fast, and she didn't notice that the hem of her pale yellow dress had fluttered up, revealing a section of her calf encased in skin-colored stockings.

Lao Song seized this rare opportunity, staring intently at his beautiful neighbor's slender, stockinged legs under her skirt until her stunning figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs. Only then did he swallow hard, still salivating: '

Damn, that girl is a real stunner. She's thirty-five but looks like she's only in her twenties.

Every time I see her, she wears stockings…

If only I could touch her…'" My mother ,

completely unaware that her neighbor was fantasizing about her stockinged legs, was hurrying towards the subway station. This

time of day is rush hour; the subway isn't late, but getting on is a matter of luck.

Several times, she'd had to give up, watching helplessly as the packed carriage stopped in front of her... Before the train could magically squeeze in one or two more people, it would drive off.

Today's situation was similar. Looking at the train carriage, which resembled a can of sardines, the mother, who disliked crowds, decided to wait for the next train.

The direct consequence of this decision was that 30 minutes later, she practically ran into the temporary medical room located on the west side of Building A of the Hongfeng Group.

"Thank goodness..." Glancing at her watch, Mom confirmed she wasn't late and finally felt relieved.

She was very proud and didn't want her colleagues to think she was the kind of person who could arbitrarily arrive late or leave early just because she had connections.

After tidying up her already impeccably clean table, Mom, holding her coffee, looked out the window with a slightly bored expression.

This temporary clinic was originally a server room, so its location wasn't ideal. It was in the westernmost corner of Building A, surrounded by only two other server rooms and a small warehouse, and hardly anyone ever came here.

The entire clinic had only one north-facing window.

Looking out, all you could see were the distant factory buildings, while Buildings B and C, and the open space between them and the factory, were completely obscured.

In short, the view was terrible.

"Fortunately, the clinic will be fully renovated in half a month, and then I can work in a spacious and bright office." Knowing that the clinic's renovation was specially arranged by Wang Dezhong because she was coming to work there, Mom was very grateful for Uncle Wang's care.

Actually, coming to Hongfeng was only because Grandpa mentioned during a meal that Mom's work at the hospital was too hard, and the next day Wang Dezhong let Mom work at Hongfeng's clinic.

Not only was the salary higher than at the hospital, but the daily work was also incredibly leisurely:

only occasionally issuing sick leave and dispensing medicine. That's all.

Unlike in the hospital, where there are endless patients and I'm so busy all day I don't even have time to eat.

As for the possibility of accidents in the factory causing worker injuries, that's not something a doctor like Mom needs to worry about—the nearby hospital will handle that.

However, this leisurely pace can sometimes become boring. Like now, Mom feels it's too quiet around her, and if there's nothing to do, she's afraid she'll fall asleep.

A knock on the door instantly wakes Mom from her drowsiness: "Come in!" "Dr. Tang, good morning!" The middle-aged man who entered greeted Mom politely.

"Oh, good morning, Director Zhao!" Recognizing that this was Zhao Jin, the second-in-command at Hongfeng, the vice president and director of the office—essentially the head of the medical office—Mom quickly stood up to greet him: "What's wrong, Director Zhao? Is something the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Jin laughed: "What, do you have to be seriously ill to come here? Looks like I won't be seeing Dr. Tang again, haha." Mom was taken aback, thinking that this Director Zhao seemed quite approachable, unlike what she'd heard at lunch in the cafeteria last week. He was also quite humorous; her former hospital leaders always seemed aloof towards their subordinates.

Thinking this, she became less reserved and asked with a smile, "So, Director Zhao, what brings you here?" Seeing the beautiful woman smile before him, Zhao Jin was momentarily speechless.

Actually, he had noticed her from the very first day his mother started working at Hongfeng.

This young female doctor was not only charming but also had a wonderful personality—gentle and kind.

The self-proclaimed womanizer Zhao Jin had already planned to get his hands on her as soon as possible.

Now, actually speaking to his mother face-to-face, he discovered even more... She was even more beautiful than he usually perceived from a fleeting glimpse, possessing an allure unlike any other young girl.

Gazing at his mother's radiant face, her high breasts beneath her white shirt, and inhaling the faint scent of her perfume, even the seasoned Zhao Jin momentarily lost control, his mind instantly conjuring images of a bed and a sofa…

However, as the vice president of Hongfeng Group and a prominent figure in the business world, he had experienced all sorts of situations. He composed himself slightly and smiled, saying, "Dr. Tang, you've been at Hongfeng for almost a month now. How are you settling in? Unlike a hospital, where you have colleagues to help, the medical clinic here at headquarters is practically yours alone, so it might be a bit busy." He then deliberately adopted a leader's tone, saying, "If you encounter any difficulties, don't hesitate to speak up, young man. Don't be shy, haha, the world ultimately belongs to you!" His mother burst out laughing, "If Director Zhao says that, don't I become like Gang..." "A young girl who's only been out of school for two or three years?" "Isn't that right?" Zhao Jin laughed. "Judging from your appearance, you should have just graduated with a master's degree, right? You've just stepped out of the school gates, so you might still be a little unaccustomed to the workplace. Of course, although Hongfeng Group has strict discipline, it won't be too demanding of young employees, so Comrade Tang, don't feel any pressure..." Before he could finish speaking, his mother interrupted him with a smile: "Director Zhao, my child is almost 12 years old..." "Ah...ah?" Zhao Jin, who was feeling proud of his witty remarks that had made the beautiful woman smile, was stunned when he heard this:

What, she already has a child?

He couldn't help but blurt out, "No way, Dr. Tang, you look no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven. How could your child be twelve already?" His mother shook her head. "I've worked at the municipal hospital for over nine years. How could I only be in my twenties?" However, being mistaken for someone much younger made his mother, like any woman, very happy. And what she had just heard made her feel that although Zhao Jin was a big... The group's vice president, yet he could joke so freely with his subordinates, must be a very easy person to get along with. So, he half-jokingly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll bring my son over in a few days to prove it?" "Ah... okay, okay." Even though Zhao Jin managed to hide his embarrassment, he thought to himself:

No wonder Tang Yating, despite looking young and beautiful, possesses a captivating charm that only mature women have; she's already over thirty.

The thought that she was already the mother of a 12-year-old child yet still so stunningly beautiful, like a ripe, sweet fruit, made Zhao Jin's throat go dry. He felt an urge to immediately pin his mother down on the desk, tear off her skirt, and take her right there and then.

Despite his thoughts, Zhao Jin knew the time wasn't right and he couldn't be so reckless:

the other woman was not only married but also had a child, so he needed to adjust his old tricks for seducing young girls.

With that in mind, he started chatting with his mother about trivial things, hoping to learn more about her, get closer to her, and thus increase her positive feelings towards him.

As they chatted, Zhao Jin looked up and suddenly noticed that two large cabinets full of medicine in the infirmary had been moved, tied together with a rope, and a curtain was draped over them, obscuring part of the space behind them.

"Dr. Tang, what's this?" "Oh, this," Mom glanced at the white curtain and said with a smile, "I brought the wooden bed from the warehouse next door here and put it against the wall; it's just the right size. I'll cover the bed with these two cabinets and add a curtain in the middle so I can take a nap at noon." Mom was quite proud of her "creative idea":

she had a habit of taking a nap, and if she hadn't rearranged things like this, she would have had to sleep on the examination bed next to the office desk. In comparison, the small space behind the curtain gave her a sense of security, allowing her to sleep more soundly in this simple temporary clinic.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, the clinic won't be finished for a few more days, so the conditions are really poor right now. But, Dr. Tang, you're really creative!" Zhao Jin praised his mother somewhat exaggeratedly, "It seems Old Wang really made the right decision to hire you. If you have time in the future, you can also go and see the other departments; those young men are too rigid in their work." "Hehe, I'm not good at business, but my husband is quite good at it." When her husband was mentioned, her mother's voice lowered slightly.

"Oh, to be Dr. Tang's husband, he must be a young talent." "Not at all, Director Zhao, you flatter me. He's just the person in charge of some overseas projects in his company." Her mother said modestly.

Zhao Jin's eyes flashed: "Then, doesn't he travel a lot for work?" "Yes, he's still in Dubai. He won't be back for over a year." His mother said with a somewhat forlorn expression, her longing evident in her words.

Oh, alone in an empty house?

Zhao Jin was secretly delighted:

they say thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. A mature beauty like this, who hasn't been pampered in a long time, would be much easier to seduce. It seems there's no need for beating around the bush; he might as well just go straight…

He glanced at the curtain again and said calmly, “That Dr. Tang must be having a tough time, having to work and take care of the family. How about this, if you have any work-related issues, remember to tell me. Old Wang is the boss; there are some things he might not be able to handle.” As he spoke, he couldn't help but steal glances at his mother's high, firm breasts and slender waist, thinking:

Of course, I'll take good care of you in bed and “feed you well.”

"Thank you, Director Zhao!" Mom had no idea of the filthy thoughts swirling in Zhao Jin's mind; she only thought Director Zhao was indeed a good boss.

The company clinic was indeed very quiet; after a long day's work, no one came except Zhao Jin.

Seeing that it was almost time to leave work, Mom thought no one would come and was preparing to pack her things to go home when the clinic door was suddenly pushed open.

"Hehe, Miss Ya Ting!" Entering was a rather sleazy-looking young man with dyed yellow hair. He rubbed his hands together and laughed, saying, "Miss Ya Ting, I'm sorry to bother you so soon." "Call me Dr. Tang!" Mom looked at the young man with considerable displeasure.

She knew this was Teng Zihua, the deputy director of workshop number one and deputy head of the R&D department.

Workshop number one was the most important production area in the group's headquarters, requiring dedicated supervision to prevent accidents. As the deputy head of the R&D department, Teng Zihua's job was essentially this supervisory role.

He and Zhao Jin were distant relatives; he had followed Zhao Jin since childhood, and his entry into Hongfeng was actually thanks to Zhao Jin's help.

However, he was incompetent and couldn't handle R&D work or provide technical guidance, so he could only do supervisory work, pressing buttons on the instruments in workshop number one.

His mother didn't have a good impression of him because Teng Zihua always looked at girls with a lecherous gaze. He would also make some boring jokes when he occasionally ran into his mother at work. He was the person his mother disliked the most after she joined Hongfeng.

However, despite her dislike, the mother didn't forget her position: "What's wrong, Director Teng? Are you feeling unwell?" "Oh!" Teng Zihua, who was secretly admiring his mother's ample breasts, was taken aback by the question, then quickly came to his senses: "Me? Oh, right... I've had a headache for the past two days, right here." He brushed his hair aside with his left hand and pointed to the area above his forehead with his right: "Could it be a concussion, Dr. Tang...?" "Sit down, let me take a look." Although Teng Zihua didn't look like he had a concussion at all, and the infirmary didn't have the necessary equipment, out of a doctor's sense of responsibility, the mother still decided to check his head for any injuries.

Little did she know that Teng Zihua had come here purely because he was lusting after her beauty and wanted to get close to her; the concussion was just a made-up excuse.

"Lower your head a little," his mother gently supported Teng Zihua's head, occasionally brushing aside a few strands of hair to carefully examine his scalp for any injuries.

Feeling his mother's soft fingers brushing across his head, as if giving him a massage, Teng Zihua was overjoyed.

And now, this position perfectly exposed his mother's high, firm breasts to his eyes, allowing him a legitimate and close-up view of those long-desired, full breasts…

“Huh?!” Lost in his enjoyment, Teng Zihua was suddenly surprised to discover that, because he was so close to his mother's breasts, he could actually see her bra through her white shirt in the lamplight!

No…

Not only the shape of the bra cups, but even the patterns on them were barely visible, and the shirt's obstruction only created a more alluring, tantalizing effect.

"Wow, so big..." Looking at the white bra stretched taut by her full, firm breasts, Teng Zihua felt like she was about to have a nosebleed:

A D cup, right?!

She wanted to just...

grab it and squeeze it hard...

"You haven't had any head injuries. If it's a headache, it might be..." Her mother started to say, but then noticed Teng Zihua's eyes were glazed over, clearly not listening.

Although she didn't realize she had just given Teng Zihua's eyes a good eye-opener, her mother was genuinely disgusted by the other's lewd expression.

Frowning slightly, Mom turned and opened the medicine cabinet, intending to pick out one or two suitable medicines for Teng Zihua and then end the consultation.

Teng Zihua, still reeling from the visual feast, was immediately captivated by a new sight:

because she was bending over to find the medicine, her mother's buttocks were facing him.

Her pale yellow dress was exquisitely tailored, perfectly accentuating her rounded buttocks, with a dent between the two upturned cheeks…

“Damn, her ass is so round and perky! I really want to grab her waist from behind and fuck her hard.” After two consecutive visual shocks, Teng Zihua felt his penis was about to burst.

“Here it is,” Mom turned around and handed Teng Zihua a box of medicine. “Two pills three times a day. If there’s no improvement after three days, come back. Hello?!” “Ah! Xie Ya… Dr. Tang!” Startled by his mother’s voice, Teng Zihua snapped out of his reverie and quickly stood up to take the medicine from her.

“Um… Dr. Tang, it’s getting late, shouldn’t you be off work?” Teng Zihua asked ingratiatingly as he put the medicine in his jacket pocket.

Mom nodded, thinking to herself that if it weren’t for him, she would have been on her way by now.

Actually, Teng Zihua wished he didn’t have to go to work and could spend the whole day in the clinic, but the safety of production in the workshop largely depended on him, and leaving without reason could lead to serious problems, which was why he came to the clinic just before the end of his shift.

"Then let me walk you downstairs. The light in the hallway seems to be broken," Teng Zihua continued to ingratiate himself.

"That light? It was already out when I came," Mom instinctively didn't want to be with Teng Zihua, but he held a high position in his workplace, and although he had a thuggish appearance, he was quite polite when speaking to her, so she couldn't directly refute him.

So Mom packed her things and went out with Teng Zihua.

Although it wasn't very late, there weren't many windows on the west side of Building A, and the only hallway light was broken, so as soon as Mom closed the door to the infirmary, the entire corridor was plunged into darkness.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua quickly took out his phone to light the way for his mother.

Actually, his mother had been walking this route for over a month

and was already used to it. Today, with the not-so-bright light from the phone and wanting to get home quickly, she hurried towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. Teng Zihua, on the other hand, was a little worried, watching his step while not wanting to fall too far behind, making him walk somewhat unsteadily.

Unexpectedly, the corridor, which had been clean and empty for over a month, was now littered with scattered pieces of wood due to the clinic's renovations.

Although the pieces of wood weren't large and didn't take up much space, his mother was walking quickly and wasn't paying much attention, and she tripped.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua quickly reached out to steady her.

He thought he could easily support his mother, such a slender and beautiful woman, with a simple touch.

But the moment his hand touched her waist, she trembled violently as if electrocuted. What had started as a slight stumble turned into a fall, and she stumbled and fell onto Teng Zihua.

Not understanding what was happening, and completely unprepared for the beautiful woman he had been longing for to throw herself at him, Teng Zihua, bumped by his mother, also lost his balance and fell to the right.

However, he managed to catch his mother's slender waist with both hands, causing her to fall on top of him.

"Ouch!" they both cried out in surprise.

Teng Zihua felt his mother's large breasts pressing against his chest, the fullness and firmness instantly making his "little brother" stand erect.

Due to the fall, his hands brushed against his mother's waist, his fingertips landing on her beautiful buttocks, which he had been longing for.

In an instant, he was enveloped in her warm, soft embrace, his fingertips feeling the elasticity of her buttocks. Overwhelmed with joy, Teng Zihua felt as if he were in heaven.

"Hey!" Lying in the arms of a man other than her husband, his mother felt her face burning. She took a breath and struggled to stand up, but found that Teng Zihua, who was holding her, was unresponsive, seemingly unwilling to get up from the ground. So she called out to him.

"Oh!" Although extremely reluctant to give up this intimate contact with the beautiful woman, Teng Zihua restrained himself—he didn't have the guts to "eat" his mother in the office corridor.

However, he still wanted to take advantage of the situation.

He pretended to help his mother stand up, reaching out to support her, but instead of supporting her shoulders, he lifted her up from both sides of her waist.

In this way, under the guise of helping his mother up, he touched the outer side of her full breasts.

His mother, who was almost standing up, suddenly felt her proud breasts being supported by Teng Zihua, and immediately felt her body go limp, falling down again onto Teng Zihua.

"Huh?" Teng Zihua had only intended to take advantage of the situation, but his mother fell again, and this time, her full breasts landed squarely on his face.

"Ugh..." The warmth and elasticity of his mother's large breasts pressing against his face made it hard to breathe, and Teng Zihua felt that suffocating to death wouldn't be so bad...

However, his mother clearly had no intention of killing him. She quickly got up after falling, and seemingly worried that Teng Zihua would touch her again, she even took two steps back.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Teng Zihua was worried that his mother would be angry because of his earlier groping and might even call for help; if that happened, he would have a hard time at work.

Unexpectedly, Mom just stood there, slightly out of breath, showing no signs of anger.

Seeing this, Teng Zihua tentatively asked, "Dr. Tang, did you hurt yourself?" "Ah! No...

it's okay! Goodbye!" In the darkness, Mom's face was flushed, and she turned and hurriedly ran away.

Although Teng Zihua felt a little strange, he couldn't figure out the reason and quickly became immersed in the aftertaste of the "happy time" just now.

Chapter Two

Mom walked quickly towards the subway station, her white high heels making a crisp sound on the marble floor. Her pretty face and curvaceous figure attracted the attention of men along the way.

She could have left earlier, but Zhao Jin came over just before the end of his workday, telling her that he had a stomachache.

As leaders, most suffer from stomach problems due to excessive drinking, but his condition seemed more serious from his description. So, my mother patiently inquired about his symptoms, made a diagnosis, and prescribed medication.

Afterwards, Zhao Jin chatted with her for a while, and before we knew it, it was 6 PM.

My mother and I had arranged to meet at a newly opened Italian restaurant in the city center today, as a reward for my high scores on my recent quizzes.

"I hope Xiaojie won't be too impatient." Mom hurried down the subway station stairs, just as a train was pulling into the station.

Normally, seeing such a crowded carriage and so many commuters waiting to go home, Mom would definitely wait for two or three more trains.

But she was already a little late leaving home today, and they had a dinner appointment. If she waited for the next train, wouldn't her son be left waiting alone at the restaurant entrance for a long time?

Thinking of this, Mom didn't hesitate at all and joined the throng of commuters into the newly arrived subway.

"If only we had come out sooner, maybe we could have run into Xiao Jie on the train. Even if we hadn't, at least we wouldn't be in this crowded situation." The mother, squeezed in the middle of the carriage, frowned and thought to herself.

She disliked this kind of crowding because…

"Hmm!" A middle-aged man in a suit squeezed past the mother because he was getting off at the next stop. His briefcase accidentally poked her round, pert buttocks.

The sudden touch made her gasp.

However, knowing that it couldn't have been intentional, she didn't say anything.

But this reminded her of her "intimate contact" with Teng Zihua in the corridor outside the infirmary the day before yesterday after work.

The reason she reacted so strongly was because she has an extremely sensitive constitution. Even the slightest touch would amplify the sensations on her body, causing a strong reaction.

Even after being married for a long time and having a child who is almost 12 years old, her body remains very sensitive. Even a light, unintentional brush against her waist would cause a slight ache. If her private parts were touched, well…

The day before yesterday, Teng Zihua accidentally touched her body repeatedly, specifically her most sensitive areas. Caught off guard, she immediately felt weak all over and collapsed against him.

While nothing like that would happen on the subway, the crowded conditions meant Mom was still being bumped into from time to time, causing a slight tingling and numbness that made her uncomfortable.

"Maybe we should buy a car in a few days," Mom thought, feeling her sensitive constitution really wasn't suited for subway travel.

Suddenly, the speeding subway lurched slightly. A child in front of Mom seemed to have lost their balance, swaying and bumping into her.

The impact caused Mom to fall backward, but she wasn't worried; the carriage was so crowded, she was sure she wouldn't fall.

Sure enough, just by leaning back slightly, she was blocked by the passenger behind her, but this meant her buttocks were pressed against the person behind her.

Feeling both impolite and uncomfortable, she quickly straightened up and then tried to move forward a little to avoid the awkwardness of being so close to the passenger behind her.

But strangely, she soon felt her buttocks touching the passenger behind her again.

She moved a little more, but the result was the same.

"Oh well, maybe it's because it's too crowded." But then, she realized something was wrong.

Not only her body, but the person behind her was also intentionally or unintentionally touching her buttocks through her white straight skirt.

Once…

twice…

three times…

My mother is thirty-five years old, but she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Although she gave birth to me, her figure hasn't changed at all due to proper postpartum care; instead, it has added to her alluring charm as a mature woman.

Because of her beautiful face and sexy figure, my mother often feels the burning gazes of men around her.

But she has always been dignified. Although she has a gentle personality and doesn't lose her temper, she is always cold to men who clearly have ill intentions, making them back down. Therefore, she has never encountered such a lecherous man who dares to take direct action.

For a moment, my mother couldn't help but panic:

What should she do?

Like the newspapers say, turn around and firmly refuse?

But what if the other party doesn't admit it?

With so many people around, wouldn't she be incredibly embarrassed?

Lost in her own thoughts, desperately searching for a solution, the mother didn't realize that her temporary silence was greatly encouraging the lecherous man behind her.

Soon, she felt his entire palm pressed against her buttocks, slowly moving up and down, as if savoring the fullness and elasticity of her buttocks.

The heat from his palm made her sensitive mother tremble slightly, and she quickly tried to stop his groping hand.

Perhaps not expecting the previously silent beauty to suddenly resist, the hand abruptly withdrew, allowing the mother to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the relief was short-lived; the hand quickly attacked again, groping her thigh.

To the mother's surprise, this time the pervert was even bolder. He first lifted a corner of her straight skirt and then directly touched her beautiful legs encased in skin-colored stockings.

"No, no!" The mother hurriedly reached out to push away the lecherous hand that was groping her thighs, but this time she couldn't move it. The other person seemed to enjoy the wonderful touch of her mother's stockinged legs and was unwilling to leave.

Faced with such an arrogant pervert, the gentle mother was at a loss for what to do.

What terrified her even more was that the hand was slowly moving upwards along her full, long thigh, its target clearly...

"Never mind, I have to call for help." Just as the mother decided to call for help because she could no longer endure the harassment,

the train arrived at the station.

As many passengers got off, the carriage became a little more spacious, and the child in front of the mother even found a seat nearby.

Due to the movement of the crowd, the hand temporarily left the mother's stockinged legs.

Taking this opportunity, the mother quickly moved forward a little, then turned around and glared sternly at the pervert. "My God, he's only a 16 or 17-year-old high school student, how could he..." The mother, shocked by the age of the pervert before her, hesitated, about to scold him, but her kind heart softened. She felt that if she shouted, the boy's future might be ruined.

"If I face him like this, he probably won't dare," she thought, glaring at him before falling silent.

The young pervert was genuinely startled when the beautiful woman he had assaulted suddenly turned around. However, seeing that she hadn't called for help, only glared at him, he relaxed slightly, even thinking:

Maybe she secretly enjoyed what happened and wished I would take it a step further?

With that thought, he carefully examined the woman before him.

She appeared to be in her late twenties, with an oval face and delicate features that were now slightly flushed with anger, perhaps due to the recent harassment. Her fair skin was slightly red. Her

long, slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a light blue long-sleeved shirt, her full breasts creating an alluring curve at the chest. She wore a white, straight-cut knee-length skirt, revealing a pair of sexy legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels.

The high school student swallowed hard, never expecting that the person he had just molested was such a stunning beauty. His initial fear had long since vanished, and he thought to himself, "Judging by her appearance, she should be a newlywed wife, hehe, and she seems quite concerned about her image, otherwise she would have screamed. Okay, since she didn't dare scream, I can have some fun." Thinking that her gaze had intimidated the boy, the mother relaxed her guard, only thinking about how far it was to the city center.

"Ah!" Her full breasts were suddenly grabbed, and the mother gasped softly in surprise.

She never imagined that someone would dare to do this to her face-to-face!

"Beautiful lady, your breasts are so big, are they a D cup?" With her breasts being rubbed and such lewd words ringing in her ears, the mother was both ashamed and angry. She quickly grabbed his hands, hissing, "What are you doing?! Let go!" "Let go?" he chuckled lewdly. "Of course!" After squeezing them a couple more times, the lecherous man's hands left her full breasts, but immediately grabbed her hands again. The

mother, unaware of his intentions, struggled, when suddenly she felt a pillar-like object forcefully thrust into her lower body, causing her to shudder and nearly fall. "You…" the mother cried out in shame and panic.

How dare he expose his penis in public in the train carriage!

Seeing the other person lift her skirt with their other hand, and then press their already erect and ugly penis against her vulva through her skin-colored pantyhose and white lace panties, the mother felt waves of excruciating tingling from her lower body. This tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body, leaving her without the strength to even open her mouth and scream.

Seeing the beautiful woman's face flushed red from his molestation, the high school student was extremely smug. While pressing his penis against his mother's vulva, he continued to tease her in a low voice, "Shout out? Why don't you shout?

As long as you're not afraid of tomorrow's headlines being 'Young woman having sex with high school student on the subway,' then go ahead and shout, hehe." Hearing this, the mother, who had just regained some strength to shout for help, froze: "No, I can't! How can I let anyone know about such a shameful thing? If my colleagues find out...

if my child finds out, then... no, absolutely not!" Taking advantage of his mother's momentary daze, the pervert released his mother's hands, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and forcefully reached his hands under her skirt to grab her round and elastic buttocks, squeezing them hard. "Ugh!" Attacked from both front and back, the already sensitive mother felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her legs went weak.

Fortunately, the high school student's hands were supporting her buttocks, preventing her from falling. Instead, she leaned against the high school student's chest.

Feeling that the beautiful woman in his arms was powerless to resist, the lecher was already overjoyed.

He grabbed and squeezed the mother's round, stocking-clad buttocks while rhythmically pushing her lower body towards him, so that the mother's honey hole kept colliding with his penis.

"Waaah...please, no...waaah." Her sensitive lower body was already overflowing with the high school student's penis, her whole body aching and numb. Feeling utterly miserable, the mother pleaded repeatedly.

But the pervert wasn't about to let her go. Hearing her pleas only fueled his ego. He grabbed her buttocks, pressing his penis firmly against her vulva, and thrust forward repeatedly with his hips.

Each thrust caused her slightly raised mons pubis to cave in, his ugly penis seemingly trying to penetrate her vulva through her skin-colored pantyhose and white lace panties.

"Waaah... Someone save me..." The mother collapsed weakly into the boy's arms, letting him molest her in such a lewd position that she never dared to imagine. Her sensitive body trembled slightly.

"Hehe, beautiful, I didn't know you were so horny. Just a few touches and you're already this wet." Noticing that the crotch of his mother's nude pantyhose was wet, the high school student, no longer a virgin, immediately understood what was going on.

He was smug, having managed to make such a beautiful and sexy married woman's lower body so wet through her stockings. He didn't forget to verbally humiliate his mother: "How about it? Is your husband impotent? Why don't you come with me? I guarantee I'll give you an orgasm every night, fucking you until you're dying!" "No...you...ah!" He struggled to retort, but almost let out a groan. His mother quickly shut her mouth, terrified.

If anyone around heard him, he would be utterly humiliated.

Unexpectedly, the pervert wouldn't let her go, continuing his low, teasing tone: "Scream, didn't you want to? I actually quite like hearing you scream! Hehe, is it because my penis is much thicker than your husband's, and you're afraid you can't handle it?" "His... really... is thicker

than my husband's. If he penetrates me like this...

ah...

what am I thinking...

I can't... I can't let him play with me like this anymore!" But her whole body was weak and powerless, and her lower body was being powerfully thrust into by his penis. Although she was protected by stockings and underwear, the tingling and numb feeling still made her mother want to moan, and she couldn't resist at all.

Fortunately, as the train arrived at another station, many people got off, and the pervert had to let go of her mother.

But after the groping, the mother had no strength left. Suddenly being pulled away from the pervert's embrace caused her to stumble and fall backward.

"Auntie, are you alright?" The child who had found a seat at the previous stop quickly put his arm around the mother's waist to prevent her from falling further. "Oh, no... I'm fine. Thank you!" The mother, recovering from her embarrassment, realized she was sitting on a child. She quickly grabbed the handrail and struggled to stand up.

The child let go, smiling, and said, "Auntie, you can sit here." "No, no need." The mother was too embarrassed to let a child give up his seat.

"It's alright, are you Aunt Tang? Xiao Jie's mother?" The mother, who was worried that the high school pervert might come back to harass her, was taken aback upon hearing this. "Ah, yes, who are you?" "Hehe, I'm Xiao Jie's deskmate, my name is Chen Wei." The child, clearly not angry that his classmate's mother didn't remember him, answered with a smile.

"Oh...right, right, Chen Wei." The mother then remembered that recently the graduating class had implemented a one-on-one tutoring program, pairing high-achieving students with low-achieving students as deskmates, with the advanced student helping the less advanced one.

This Chen Wei had already repeated three grades and was still in sixth grade, with very poor grades, so the teacher had assigned him to sit next to me, whose grades were outstanding.

The mother had actually met Chen Wei once, but didn't remember him well. Plus, Chen Wei looked to be at least 14 or 15 years old, so she didn't immediately recognize him as her son's deskmate.

"Oh no! I was just molested by that pervert! Could Chen Wei have seen it?" The thought of leaning against a high school student and having his penis thrust into her through her stockings—a shameful scene that her son's deskmate might have witnessed—made the mother panic.

Fortunately, Chen Wei only offered her his seat and spoke normally, which reassured the mother that he hadn't been discovered.

"Aunt Tang, are you sure you don't want to sit for a while?" Chen Wei asked with concern.

"Oh, no, it's alright." Mom answered absentmindedly, while keeping an eye on the movements behind her.

Fortunately, the pervert noticed that Mom was talking to someone he knew and seemed to dare not act any further.

The next stop was the city center, so many more people got on at this stop, and Mom was surrounded by people on both sides, which gave her a little sense of security:

at least that high school student wouldn't dare to turn her around and humiliate her like before in front of so many people, right?

"Xiao Jie's grades are so great, he's always in the top five of the grade!" Chen Wei said with some envy.

"Him? He's usually quite playful and doesn't study hard, haha." The mother, feeling a little more at ease, spoke modestly.

"No, Aunt Tang, he's very smart. He can do everything. My grades have improved a lot recently, all thanks to him teaching me." "Haha, classmates should help each other." Hearing these good points about her son from Chen Wei, the mother's mood improved considerably.

"By the way, Chen Wei... um!" Just as she was about to ask Chen Wei about school, the mother suddenly let out a muffled groan.

It turned out that while she was talking to Chen Wei, the high school student had quietly lifted her skirt from behind and reached between her ample legs.

"Aunt Tang, what's wrong?" Chen Wei asked.

"N-nothing...ah!" Mom quickly tried to cover it up, but the devilish hand took the opportunity to wander along her buttocks, and the middle finger pressed heavily on her vulva, almost entering her body through her stockings and panties, making her let out a soft cry again.

"Hehe, how's it going, enjoyable?" The high school student's low voice rang in the mother's ear again: "Tsk, beautiful, I didn't know you had a son already? You're a mother now, and you're still so horny, your pussy is so wet!" The mother hurriedly struggled forward, but the high school student's hands gripped her lower body tightly, his fingers constantly poking and prodding at her vulva. Although he didn't actually penetrate her, the forceful thrusts of his fingers still made the mother's legs weak, and she almost fell backward again.

"Aunt Tang, are you alright?" Chen Wei asked again.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing, hehe." Mom tidied her hair behind her ear, grabbed the handrail with her other hand, and said to Chen Wei as if nothing was wrong, "By the way... what's your... what's your new teacher, Mr. Li, like this year?" "Oh, Mr. Li? He's very strict." Chen Wei stuck out his tongue. "Very fierce. The students are all afraid of him." "Hehe, strict... oh...

um...

it's...

it's for your own good... um..." Mom endured the high school student's shameless harassment of her lower body with his fingers while pretending to be relaxed as she spoke to Chen Wei.

To prevent the lecherous man behind her from succeeding, she desperately squeezed her legs together and occasionally wiggled her full buttocks, hoping to use this seemingly sexy posture to shake off the groping hand that was ravaging her vagina.

Perhaps her resistance worked, because the hand left.

But soon, "Ah!" A hot, cylindrical object slammed into her from behind.

That shape, that hardness—it was the penis that had just tormented her for so long.

"Don't even think about it!" Her mother gritted her teeth, enduring the high school student's penis repeatedly pounding against her buttocks and pressing against her cleft, still insisting on keeping her legs together, leaving no gap for the lecherous man behind her.

"Hehe, beautiful, what's this? Starting to act all virtuous now?" A lewd voice reached the mother's ears again. "Actually, I just wanted to have some fun. Besides, don't you want it? Why are you so wet?" The mother decided to ignore it; they'd be at their stop soon anyway.

"Is that your son's classmate?" Seeing the mother's refusal to cooperate, the low voice rang out again, and then, the hem of the mother's skirt was suddenly lifted up to her waist.

The mother was startled and quickly grabbed the front of her skirt, trying to pull it down to avoid being noticed by the person in front of her.

"Hehe, what do you think if your son's classmate saw you being molested by me? Haha, when he tells his classmates the next day, your son will definitely feel proud!

Hehe, just imagine, knowing that his mother was molested on the subway, even her skirt was lifted up. What will your son think?" The mother was stunned by these words.

The pervert continued to threaten, "So, either you let me have some fun, or I'll lift your skirt up completely, or tear off a few buttons from your shirt, so that kid can see how full his classmate's mother's breasts are." Hearing this threat, the mother's body trembled slightly.

After a while, she released her legs.

"Hmm, that's right!" The high school student, surprised that his threat had actually worked, quickly inserted his penis between his mother's legs, and then, taking advantage of the situation, ordered, "Beautiful lady, squeeze tighter, let me enjoy your stockinged legs!" The mother closed her eyes, gently biting her lower lip, resignedly obeying the pervert's demands, clamping his penis between her legs.

The high school student then grabbed his mother's waist from behind and used her legs to masturbate his penis.

"Oh...so good!" With his penis held between the thighs of such a stunningly beautiful woman in stockings, allowing him to masturbate at will, the high school student felt so comfortable he almost cried out.

"Aunt Tang, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Wei suddenly asked.

"Ah, no... um...

Aunt...

oh...

Aunt is a little...

tired, so...

um... I'm closing my eyes to rest for a while, hehe!" The mother quickly opened her eyes, afraid that her son's classmate would see through her, and forced a smile.

The thick, hard penis between her legs kept moving back and forth. The temperature, the size—even through the stockings, the constant contact with her vulva, the tender skin of her inner thighs, and her jade gate was unbearable for her sensitive body. She gripped the handrail tightly, feeling as if she might groan loudly at any moment. Her slightly bent-forward body trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh, oh," the lecherous man behind her, clearly aroused, growled softly.

Perhaps unable to resist the exquisite sensation of his mother's beautiful buttocks and thighs clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, his penis suddenly accelerated its movement between her legs, then thrust forward forcefully, pressing firmly against her genitals.

"Mmm..." Feeling the hot penis between her legs suddenly stop, his mother knew what was about to happen, but she was powerless to stop it.

Instantly, scalding semen sprayed unreservedly onto his mother's buttocks and thighs.

"Ah!" Even through the stockings, the heat of the semen still made the sensitive mother tremble uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I was ejaculated on by a high school student..." The powerful impact of the semen on her lower body seemed to drain her last bit of strength, and she could no longer hold on, her body collapsing forward.

"Auntie... Ouch!" Seeing his mother fall towards him, Chen Wei just called out when his mouth was blocked by his mother's full breasts.

He quickly used his hands to support his mother's body and help her stand up.

"Ah... no...

I'm sorry, Chen Wei, Auntie just... didn't stand properly, did I hurt you?" his mother asked as soon as she stood up.

Chen Wei smiled slightly: "I'm fine, Aunt Tang, you didn't fall, did you?" "Oh, Auntie is fine. Well...

ah, the train has arrived at the station, so... Auntie will get off first." After confirming that her son's classmate was alright, the mother quickly followed the flow of people getting off the train and walked towards the exit of the carriage. She didn't want to stay in this nightmarish carriage for even a second longer; she just wanted to get as far away as possible from the pervert who had ejaculated on her.

While making sure she had smoothed out her skirt, concealing the semen that made her feel utterly ashamed on her stockinged buttocks, she hurried towards the subway exit. The words the lecherous man had whispered after ejaculating still echoed in her mother's ears: "Beautiful lady, your husband never really satisfies you normally, hehe, find a chance to let me fuck you once, I guarantee you'll be in heaven!" "Oh my god, that feeling just now… has it really been too long since I've been away from my husband?" The mother kept asking herself this question deep inside.

Chapter 3

“Well then, beautiful lady, how may I help you?” A head of curly brown hair casually cascaded down his sides, accentuating his sculpted facial features.

Michel was always very confident in his looks.

Since arriving in China, he had captivated the hearts and bodies of many young women from the East with his charming Italian smile.

Compared to the effeminate men of his neighboring country, the handsome features of Italians were clearly more alluring to young girls.

Over time, Michel became accustomed to the burning gazes of Chinese girls whenever he smiled.

So, when he saw a beautiful, sexy woman walk into his restaurant with a boy, he immediately went to greet her, flashing her a charming smile while leading her to an empty table. He then gentlemanly inquired what he could do for her.

Although he was somewhat puzzled that the woman had asked for directions to the restroom before even sitting down and then hurriedly left, his professionalism prevailed. He maintained his smile and stood by the table, waiting for the beautiful woman to return from the restroom before inquiring about her order.

At the same time, just like in the past, he keenly noticed that this stunningly beautiful woman seemed quite surprised by his fluent Mandarin. So, he adopted a more showy tone, speaking in a perfect announcer's accent: "Beautiful lady, my name is Michel, and I've lived in this ancient country for many years. Last month, I decided to open a restaurant in this city so that people here could taste the cuisine of my hometown." As he spoke, he gave a slight bow and smiled at his mother again: "Of course, it will also allow me to make more friends and meet more people..." "Such a beautiful Eastern woman, haha!" Being praised to her face by a tall, handsome Western man made the conservative mother feel a little embarrassed. The word "beauty" reminded her of the embarrassing scene on the subway earlier, where a high school student also called her "beauty"...

Although she didn't know why "beauty" didn't respond enthusiastically like other Chinese girls had in the past, and instead looked a little pale, the thoughtful Michelle quickly ended her ambiguous opening and began to formally introduce the restaurant's signature dishes.

“Besides pasta, I personally recommend ham and cheese steak, sea bass in tomato sauce, and… hehe, these will definitely satisfy you and your brother!” “Hmm… what?!” Mom thought the dishes Michelle introduced, with their dazzling names, looked pretty good, but the last sentence stunned her.

“Brother?” Fortunately, it’s common for people to mistake a girl who has just graduated from university, and Mom finally realized that the “brother” the other person was referring to was me.

“Hehe, this is my son, not… a brother, hehe!” “Ah?!” Although she had always felt that Eastern women looked much younger than their actual age, Michelle was still quite surprised to hear that the beautiful woman in front of her already had a child.

He secretly glanced at his mother's firm breasts beneath her shirt and her long, shapely legs peeked out from under her straight skirt, inwardly blaming himself for not being good enough at recognizing Eastern beauties…

However, this little incident did improve his mother's mood considerably.

"Mom, this beef tastes good!" "Hehe, then you should eat more!" "Mom, you eat too." "Okay, my little Jie is the most sensible!" His mother looked at him with affection, completely unaware that Michelle had been lingering around their table for the past ten minutes.

Of course, if she had seen her, she would have noticed the same naked desire in Michelle's blue eyes as in the eyes of the high school student who had just molested her on the subway.

I've been in China for a long time now, and I've played "Tibetan sausage" with Chinese girls countless times, but my mother is clearly different from those girls. She makes Michel's heart race; she wants to grab those firm breasts and knead them hard, then lift her skirt and tear open her skin-colored pantyhose...

Wait!

Michel seems quite surprised, staring at her mother's long legs, as if she's made some unexpected discovery.

"Strange, why is that foreigner staring at Mom?" I noticed Michel's strange expression as I sat opposite my mother.

Although I'm not even 12 years old yet, I've already noticed that my mother is a charming young woman with a curvaceous figure.

After all, even Dad sometimes half-jokingly says he's worried about letting Mom go out alone, and in my eyes, none of the teachers' or classmates' mothers are as pretty as Mom.

Therefore, it's common to see men staring at Mom on the street, and I'm used to it.

But this foreigner's gaze is clearly a bit too much! "Staring so intently, can you see through me?" I looked up and carefully examined Mom across the table.

A delicate face, a gentle smile, a blue Chanel shirt, and a white knee-length skirt from the same brand—she exuded an elegant yet captivating charm.

But, what's the big deal? Does she have to be staring so hard her eyes are about to pop out?

"Oh, by the way, I just ran into your deskmate on the subway... you know, that... oh, Chen Wei." My mother seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally speaking to me, as if she had made up her mind.

"Huh? Chen Wei?!" I was thinking about Michelle's strange behavior when I suddenly heard my mother's words and was slightly startled: "Did he... what did he say?" "No, nothing... nothing, haha, we just chatted for a bit." Completely oblivious to my nervousness, my mother said somewhat flusteredly.

"Oh." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Since becoming Chen Wei's deskmate, I've seen quite a lot of "good stuff."

The adult comics and novels that Chen Wei has provided me alone are no less than 1 gram.

Thinking of those blush-inducing images and words, I silently told myself:

Mom absolutely cannot find out about these things!

For a moment, no one spoke.

"Oh dear!" I realized I had unconsciously been thinking about the scene in the comic I'd read last night—a beautiful woman in stockings being fucked by a man, covered in sweat. Although it was just a static image, and the characters' appearance was rather exaggerated and unrealistic, the scene was still incredibly shocking for someone completely unfamiliar with sex like me. I even found myself replaying it in my mind during class today.

Then, because Mom mentioned Chen Wei, I couldn't help but recall those stimulating images again. Without paying attention, the fork in my left hand fell to the ground.

I quickly bent down to pick it up, but my eyes were drawn to the other end of the table, where two slender legs, encased in skin-colored stockings, were elegantly crossed.

"Ah, stockings...yes, Mom wears stockings every day.

Because Mom is a bit conservative, she always wears stockings with skirts.

But not the suspender kind, but pantyhose, um, sometimes she wears thigh-high stockings too...

oh dear!

What am I thinking! This is Mom!" I shook my head, as if trying to banish the idea that Mom's beautiful legs in stockings were prettier than those in comics.

But..."Huh?!" I suddenly noticed the strange marks on Mom's calves.

"This... white stuff, like dried snot, what is it?" Looking at the white liquid stains on my mother's legs, which were covered in skin-colored stockings, I suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, this... could it be that... from the novel...

No, no, no, it can't be! How could Mom..." Thinking of the scene in the novel about the "train wolf" that Chen Wei showed me last month, my heart suddenly started racing...

"Xiao Jie?" Seeing that I hadn't straightened up for a while, Mom probably thought something was wrong.

"Oh, Mom... um, um, I dropped my fork." I quickly straightened up, explaining hurriedly, avoiding looking at Mom.

"Then get a new one," Mom said with a gentle smile.

Michelle, who had been staring intently at Mom's body, immediately came over and replaced my fork with a clean one.

"By the way, our bartenders are top-notch. Would the beautiful lady like a drink?" Michelle turned to Mom and said.

"Um... sure," Mom agreed after a slight hesitation.

After all, her alcohol tolerance was actually quite good for a woman, and a cocktail at a Western restaurant wouldn't force her to drink as much as at a friend's gathering.

"Oh, the bar is over here, please allow me to lead the way for the beautiful lady!" Michel said, striking an exaggerated pose.

His mother smiled slightly, amused, and gracefully stood up, following Michel deeper into the restaurant.

Recalling the long, slender legs and the suspicious mark on her stockings that I had just seen, I realized why Michel had been staring at my mother: "So, he was also peeping at Mom's legs, and... that mark..." The thought of my mother being spied on like this by a tall, burly foreigner made my heart pound even harder.

As I watched my mother and Michelle walk away, I couldn't help but recall the scenes from several rape novels I'd read…

"No, no way! How could that be!" I tapped my head, feeling guilty for fantasizing about my mother being raped.

But the next second, I couldn't help but think, "What if that foreigner really did something to my mother? What if… he cornered her in the bathroom, or tricked her into going somewhere secluded, and then… Ugh, stop thinking about it!" However, perhaps because I'd read too many rape novels lately, no matter how hard I tried, the fantasy of my mother wearing stockings being raped by a strange man remained firmly entrenched in my mind.

Time passed, minute by minute. "Why does mixing a drink take this long? Did Mom choose to drink at the bar? Or…" Just as I was lost in thought, Michel and Mom returned.

Seeing Mom smiling and sitting back down while Michel went to do other things, I felt relieved but also a little…

disappointed…

"Here, this is the VIP card that Italian guy gave me. It gives me discounts when I eat here, hehe!" Mom waved the card at me.

"Ah, okay. Hehe," I replied happily.

But in my heart, I thought:

Will we come here again?

Then wouldn't that mean that foreigner will see Mom again?

Besides, giving me VIP access on my first visit, humph...

"Hey, Wei-ge!" I greeted my deskmate who was walking into the classroom with a smile.

"Please! Don't call me Wei-ge! Otherwise, humph," Chen Wei threatened unhappily, "I won't let you read the newly downloaded novel! This time it's your type! Absolutely a classic!" "Oops, I'm sorry!" I said with a grin.

"Oh, by the way, did you run into my mom on the subway yesterday?" Chen Wei was taking his textbook out of his bag when he heard my question and suddenly hesitated, but quickly said casually, "Yeah." "Oh." Thinking that Chen Wei wouldn't let slip that he read adult novels, I wasn't planning to say anything more.

However, thinking of the suspicious marks on my mother's stockinged legs, I hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Was my mother alone at the time?" "Wh...what, alone," Chen Wei said somewhat awkwardly, "The subway was full of people, of course!" "No, I mean, um...my mother, she...wasn't she with her colleagues?" I considered my words carefully before continuing.

Chen Wei shook his head: "No." Although I was very puzzled about whether the marks on my mother's stockings were semen as described in novels, I couldn't very well directly ask Chen Wei if he had seen my mother being molested by another man, could I?

Seeing that I couldn't get any information from him, I changed the subject: "By the way, what new novel did you download? I don't like incestuous stuff, it makes me sick!" "Oh, this one," Chen Wei seemed to have recovered his composure: "Hehe, this one's a classic, not incestuous... and you'll definitely like it, it has rape scenes!

Here, I copied it onto a USB drive, you can watch it when you get home. By the way, my cousin came to my house yesterday, he downloaded a lot of porn on a portable hard drive and brought it over, you can come and watch it then, it's much more exciting than comics..." "Thanks, Brother Wei!" I happily took the USB drive.

"Don't call me Brother Wei!" After lunch, the students who didn't go home for lunch returned to the somewhat empty classroom in twos and threes.

I was engrossed in my homework when Chen Wei suddenly spoke up, "Hey, Xiao Jie, your mom looks really young." "Oh, right, a lot of people don't believe I'm her son. Actually, she had me a little late; she's almost thirty-six now." I answered without looking up, having heard this kind of question countless times.

"Thirty-six?" Chen Wei was somewhat surprised. "Really? I can't tell at all! By the way, is your mom an office lady?" "Huh?" I paused, a little uneasy about using that word, so common in novels, on my own mother. "No, my mom's a doctor." "A doctor... something like that... which hospital does she go to?" Chen Wei seemed to catch his breath a little.

"What? Is someone in your family sick?" I looked up and asked.

"Oh? Right...yes, if it's alright, let your mom get treated." Chen Wei seemed a little nervous after saying that, carefully looking me over.

"No, my mom doesn't work at the hospital anymore. She works in a company clinic now." "Oh..." Chen Wei seemed a little disappointed: "What company?" "Hongfeng Group." "Wow, that's impressive! An office lady and a female doctor, oh no, I mean, Hongfeng is the largest group in our city, very famous in the province!" "What's so good about it? Although it's mostly easy, my mom said that sometimes she has to go to the workshop, and it gets very hot there. I heard it gets close to 40 degrees Celsius at its hottest!" "Then let your mom go in wearing only underwear..." Chen Wei said in a low voice almost unconsciously, his eyes somewhat blank.

"Damn it! What the hell did you say?!" "Ah?! I'm... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Wei accidentally let it slip and quickly apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry! It was just, just a joke. Don't be angry!" "Hmph." I lowered my head and continued doing my homework.

Seeing that I didn't get angry, Chen Wei felt lucky and didn't dare to say anything more about his mother.

He had no idea that his words, "Let your mother go in wearing only her underwear!" were echoing like a raging storm in my mind. Good heavens, if Mom went into the workshop wearing only a bra and panties, oh, and stockings…

yes, if Mom walked into that workshop wearing only those…

In an instant, an image flashed before my eyes: Mom wearing a white bra and lace panties, with nude stockings on her legs, walking into the steamy workshop.

And then, the sweaty, rude workers came up and surrounded Mom…

“Why aren’t you eating? What are you thinking about?” Mom asked, looking at me, who was holding a bowl and staring blankly.

"Ah, no...no." I snapped out of my daze. "I'm eating!" Actually, I was like this during class that afternoon, not listening to a word the teacher said.

From noon until now, my mind has been filled with the images of my mother's beautiful legs in stockings and that suspicious mark I saw while eating Western food that day, as well as the fantasies triggered by Chen Wei's words.

"Hehe, you're not worried about the parent-teacher meeting this weekend, are you?" Mom teased with a laugh. "You're always praised by the teacher as an excellent student, what's there to worry about? Did you do something wrong at school today?" "No way!" "Hehe! By the way, are you going to speak again this time? Like last time, sharing your learning experiences or something?" Mom asked while putting some food on my plate.

"Yeah." I temporarily put those fantasies aside and said somewhat helplessly, "It's because Teacher Li is new and not familiar with the class. Otherwise, there's no need for me to speak all the time; the parents are probably tired of hearing it." "If you don't speak, who will?" Mom was amused by my depressed expression.

“Other classes also have parents sharing their experiences on behalf of the students,” I said indignantly. “It’s only fair for parents to speak to each other.” “Hmm, my Xiao Jie has his own ideas,” Mom said with a smile. “Let’s leave it at that for now. I’ll speak for you at the next parent-teacher meeting, so you can go home earlier, haha.” “Okay…” I nodded listlessly, thinking that would be next semester.

“Haha.” Mom stood up, ruffled my hair, picked up the plate, and walked towards the kitchen.

My mind was still preoccupied with my mother's beautiful legs in stockings and Chen Wei's words. I subconsciously glanced at her, only to be surprised to find that she wasn't wearing stockings; her smooth, white thighs were exposed beneath her short loungewear skirt.

"What happened?" I wondered, as my mother usually wore stockings all day before showering. "Could it be that the stockings were thrown away? Or...

taken by someone?" The thought of my mother's stockings possibly being "taken" by a man brought back scenes from several novels I'd read, and my excitement became uncontrollable.

I quickly ran back to my room, pulled the USB drive Chen Wei had given me from my bag, plugged it into my laptop, and expertly opened the folder…

“Hmm? ‘The Kind and Beautiful Mother’?” Looking at the e-book on the screen, I was somewhat disappointed, having initially expected it to be about rape: “Judging by the title, it’s probably another incestuous story about mother and son, isn’t it? That wouldn’t be interesting.” But since Chen Wei had assured me it was a classic to my taste, I might as well take a look.

Seeing me rush back to my room, my mother assumed I was busy with my homework and felt quite relieved.

After cleaning the kitchen, my mother also returned to her bedroom, took off her t-shirt and skirt, and prepared to take a shower.

Actually, she felt uncomfortable too. After all, she was used to wearing stockings, and suddenly not wearing them made her feel insecure, even at home.

But there was nothing she could do. It had been raining for the past few days, and her stockings were soaked again, so she took them off when she got home.

Her clothes from the previous days weren't dry yet, and she'd already thrown away yesterday's...

Thinking about yesterday's events, her mother blushed.

She hadn't found a suitable place along the way, so as soon as she arrived at the restaurant, she went straight to the restroom and used toilet paper to wipe away the semen that the high school pervert had ejaculated on her stockinged buttocks.

The mother had initially considered taking off her pantyhose, but worried that would attract attention, especially since she had just come in wearing stockings.

After wiping herself, she noticed the high school pervert's ejaculation didn't seem to be much; there were only two marks on her right buttock.

Therefore, she decided against removing her pantyhose.

However, when she and Michel went to the bar, they seemed to accidentally step in a small oil stain, apparently spilled by a waiter while carrying a plate.

Michel apologized profusely, and although the mother didn't think it was a big deal, he immediately offered to get her a VIP card as compensation.

However, when Mom looked down to check if her white high heels were stained, she unexpectedly discovered a suspicious mark on her right stocking. Startled, she quickly said goodbye to Michel and ran to the bathroom. She

didn't care whether her two hasty trips to the bathroom would make the handsome Italian man think she was unwell.

After rushing into the bathroom and closing the door, Mom checked again carefully and was furious to discover that the high school student had slightly off-target when he ejaculated, and most of the semen had landed on her right leg.

As Mom walked away from the subway station, the semen trickled down her skin-colored pantyhose from her thighs to her calves.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Mom quickly grabbed some tissues and vigorously wiped, but the semen had already dried, and the shameful marks couldn't be completely removed from the pantyhose.

Fortunately, because it was dry, the marks were faint and not easily noticeable unless you were very close.

While angry, Mom couldn't help but feel a pang of fear:

thankfully, she was wearing skin-colored sheer pantyhose; if they had been black or dark brown, these white marks would have been far too obvious.

"If that's the case, walking around the city in stockings stained with semen that everyone can see at a glance, I wouldn't be able to face anyone.

" "Hmm, I wonder if that Italian man noticed?" Mom hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Michel's gentle smile, she dismissed the guess.

"This person is quite nice; I can go to his restaurant with colleagues or friends in the future."

Chapter Four

looked up at the clock on the wall. Seeing that it was almost time, Mom got up, packed her things, closed the doors and windows, and left the clinic.

Hongfeng, as a leading enterprise in the city and a well-known major taxpayer in the province, occupied a considerable piece of land near the city center.

This was originally the site of Hongfeng's predecessor—a state-owned factory.

Wang Dezhong, the head of Hongfeng, worked here for decades.

When state-owned enterprise reforms came, the bold and meticulous Wang Dezhong bought most of the factory's shares, becoming the de facto leader.

Later, with the support of his capable assistant Zhao Jin, the business grew larger and larger, eventually forming the Hongfeng Group of today.

Such a large and powerful group naturally wouldn't have a small gate.

In fact, its wide gate, comparable to that of some university campuses, is one of Hongfeng's iconic features.

Perhaps because the main gate is indeed wide, one can clearly feel the breeze blowing in and out from the entrance, providing a rare natural coolness for people living in this city with its year-round spring-like climate. Therefore, many Hongfeng employees take time to chat near the gate as the workday nears its end.

"Dr. Tang, going home already?" Acquaintances greeted her, surprised to see her mother walking towards the gate.

"Hehe, yes!" her mother replied with a smile.

Her stunning beauty and gentle demeanor made everyone who greeted her feel a flutter in their hearts. Some thought to themselves:

"No wonder she's the most beautiful woman in Hongfeng! Just seeing her smile and hearing her speak makes you feel comfortable..."

"Whoosh..." Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making it hard to open one's eyes.

The mother closed her eyes, turned her face away, and subconsciously pressed her hand against the hem of her skirt.

Today she was wearing a light white tulle skirt that didn't reach her knees, a pink lace-trimmed blouse from Elle, and pink and white sheer pantyhose.

The reason I dressed up a little is because I'm going to a parent-teacher meeting at school this afternoon, and I don't want people to think of me as "old-fashioned" because I always wear suits.

However, the gauze skirt was very light, and with the strong wind blowing it, although her mother had held it down in the front, the back billowed out like a fan, revealing her round, pert buttocks and long, beautiful legs encased in white pantyhose.

Several men standing right behind her, suddenly seeing this beautiful sight, stared wide-eyed.

Realizing she might have seriously exposed herself, her pretty face flushed, and she quickly reached up to press down the hem of her skirt, simultaneously hurrying towards the front door.

"Oh, Dr. Tang!" A sleazy voice rang out. "Going home so early today?" Mom frowned, but stopped talking and said calmly, "I'm going to a parent-teacher meeting. Deputy Director Teng, is there anything I can help you with?" "Oh, no, no, hehe." Teng Zihua smiled broadly, looking utterly lewd.

Mom didn't want to pay him any more attention and turned to leave.

"Hehe, Dr. Tang, you're dressed so nicely for a parent-teacher meeting, even your underwear... oh, even your stockings are white, hehe." Mom's face flushed; she knew that when the wind blew her skirt up, this despicable Teng Zihua had caught a glimpse of what was under her skirt.

Hearing these almost blatantly flirtatious words, the dignified mother was both ashamed and annoyed.

She turned around and glared fiercely at Teng Zihua, her face seemingly covered with frost.

Seeing his mother's unapproachable demeanor, Teng Zihua felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took a step back.

He forced a smile and was about to say a few polite words when he heard Zhao Jin's deep and serious voice behind him: "Teng Zihua, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in the workshop? What if there's an accident?!" Teng Zihua quickly turned around and said with a forced smile, "Brother Zhao, the workshop is shut down this afternoon for machine inspection, it's alright..." Although he said this, he still slipped away sheepishly.

The mother breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Zhao Jin in greeting, "Director Zhao!" "Hehe, Dr. Tang, you're going home so early this afternoon?" Zhao Jin was quite friendly to the mother, "But there's nothing much going on at the clinic, so it's good to go home and rest early, hehe." "Well, I was attending a parent-teacher meeting for my child," the mother explained.

"Oh, I see." Zhao Jin smiled. "Which school does your son attend?" "Central Experimental Primary School." "Oh dear, that seems quite far from here." "Hehe, it's alright, just two subway stops away." "That's too much trouble. How about this, I'm going to the city to run some errands later, I can give you a ride." "No need, hehe." "Hey, Dr. Tang, don't be so polite. It's much more convenient for me to drive you. If you take the subway, it'll be crowded and you'll have to wait." "Oh, okay then, thank you, Director Zhao!" The mother suddenly remembered her experience on the subway last time, and then thought about the wardrobe malfunction just now, and finally decided to agree to let Zhao Jin drive her.

"Dr. Tang, you haven't seemed to be in good spirits these past few days. Is it because you're worried about your son's studies?" Zhao Jin asked casually while driving.

"Oh, no. My son's grades are pretty good." "Then what's wrong?" "Hmm..." The mother hesitated for a moment, but she had a good impression of Zhao Jin, so she spoke up: "These past few days, I don't know why, I often suddenly feel sleepy, especially after noon. I feel lacking in energy, which has never happened before." "It seems you're working too hard." Zhao Jin's tone was concerned: "Why don't you take a few days off before coming back to work? You don't need to tell Lao Wang about this; I can decide." "Thank you, Director Zhao. No need for that. I guess it's just an occasional thing." "It just so happens that I also have the habit of taking a nap at noon." Mom said with a smile, "I haven't properly thanked you for the tea you brought to the clinic last time, Director Zhao." Zhao Jin waved his right hand: "That's nothing. As you can imagine, people like us don't need to buy our own tea, cigarettes, or alcohol. How could I possibly drink that much?

You're not feeling well anyway, so I'll bring a few more cans in a few days. Oh, by the way, I saw you drinking coffee the other day, how about getting a couple more bottles?" "How could I possibly accept that?" Mom didn't expect Zhao Jin to be so thoughtful. Having such a superior greatly lessened the unpleasantness caused by Teng Zihua.

"It's nothing. If I overwork you, Old Wang will come after me if he finds out." Zhao Jin laughed.

The mother laughed at Zhao Jin's tone, completely unaware that he was stealing glances at her beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, peeking out from under her skirt.

After a while, the mother turned to look out the car window. "We're almost there, Director Zhao, you can stop here." "Ah, here? I think we have to go through another alley, right?" "Hehe, Director Zhao, you really know this area well. But that alley is too narrow, it's hard to turn around once you go in, and you'll have to make several detours to get back to the main road. So I'll get off here, turn left up ahead and walk a short distance to reach the school." Knowing that his mother was telling the truth, Zhao Jin didn't insist anymore, stopped the car, and gentlemanly opened the door for his mother to get out.

Watching his mother's graceful figure turn the corner of the alley, Zhao Jin started the car and drove away.

The Central Experimental Primary School is located at the edge of an old residential area.

Although a bustling market and commercial street are not far away, the area around the school is relatively quiet.

Directly opposite the school is a courtyard with a sign that reads "XX Research Institute," its gate always closed, and no one is ever seen working there.

To the left of the school is a narrow alley leading to the commercial street, flanked by high walls, while to the right is an abandoned factory.

This environment, however, makes many parents very happy, for a simple reason:

quiet.

To these parents who desperately want their children to succeed, this place is the perfect environment – free from noise that could distract their studies and exams, and without shops or food stalls near the school gate.

However, the mother wasn't particularly fond of it. She found it too deserted except during school hours.

She quickened her pace, walking along the factory's dilapidated exterior towards the school gate.

"Ah!" Just as she passed the factory entrance, a pair of strong arms suddenly reached out from behind, abruptly covering her mouth and dragging her forcefully into the factory.

"Ugh..." The mother was terrified by the sudden attack, her face pale. She instinctively tried to scream, but with her mouth covered, she could only manage muffled sobs.

Despite her struggles, she was dragged and pulled behind the abandoned factory gate by her attacker.

"Hehe, beautiful, we meet again! Did you miss me?" The familiar voice that reached her ears startled the struggling mother:

it was the high school student who had molested her on the subway!

Taking advantage of the mother's momentary lapse in attention, the pervert suddenly grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open. "Tear!" Even though it was an Elle shirt with excellent workmanship, it couldn't withstand such a violent tear. The buttons near the collar were ripped open and fell down, revealing the mother's large, beautiful breasts half-exposed in the open collar.

"Ugh!" The mother struggled even harder with her clothes torn, but she wasn't strong enough to break free from the pervert's embrace.

"Oh God, is there anyone who can save me?!" the mother cried out helplessly in her heart.

But at this moment, the alley outside the factory gate was deserted, without a single passerby. Even if there were, they probably wouldn't notice the mother being molested by a high school student inside the factory gate, her mouth covered.

Tearing open the mother's clothes, the high school student's right hand didn't take the opportunity to fondle her full breasts; instead, it moved downwards.

Knowing the destination of this lecherous hand, the mother quickly closed her legs, but the gauze skirt that didn't reach her knees was no match for the pervert's attack. Despite her efforts to twist her delicate body, the high school student still managed to grab her between her legs.

"Mmm!" The invasion of her private parts sent a jolt through her already sensitive mother, her body trembling. The groping hands were kneading the crotch of her white pantyhose.

Just as she was about to desperately try to stop the pervert's assault, the hand suddenly withdrew, surprising her.

However, the high school student quickly returned, pulling open the waistband of her white pantyhose and swiftly shoving a round object into the crotch.

Unsure what disgusting thing the other person was about to do to her, the mother hurriedly reached out to remove the foreign object, but her hands were immediately held down by the other person. Together with the hand covering her mouth, they dragged her backward step by step. She could only hear the high school student's rapid, excited whispers: "Hey beautiful, come on, let's go inside and have some fun, haha!" Knowing the humiliating fate that awaited her if she were dragged into the deserted, abandoned factory, the mother's pretty face turned deathly pale.

With all her might, following the method she had read in a magazine, she raised her right foot and stomped it hard backward!

"Ouch!" The slender heels of the silver-gray high heels dug into the high school student's feet like cones, causing him to cry out in pain and pull his hands away from his mother's body.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mother ran forward quickly, rushing out of the factory gate in one breath. Without pausing, she turned and ran quickly towards the school on the left, afraid that the pervert behind her would catch up.

"Ouch!" In her panicked escape, the mother bumped into someone at the school gate.

"Ah, Aunt Tang, hello!" Chen Wei, who was knocked back two steps by his mother's bouncy breasts, regained his composure and realized that the slightly out-of-breath beautiful woman in front of him was his deskmate's mother. He quickly went up to greet her.

"Ah, it's Chen Wei, hehe, hello." Coming to her senses, the mother recognized Chen Wei. Seeing that she was on campus, she realized she was safe and breathed a sigh of relief, straightening up to greet him.

She knew Chen Wei's parents were divorced and he currently lived with his grandparents, but the elderly couple were too old, so Chen Wei attended parent-teacher meetings alone. Therefore, seeing him now wasn't surprising.

Looking at his deskmate's beautiful mother's slightly disheveled hair, rosy cheeks, and the glimpse of her white bra and large, firm breasts at the neckline of her shirt, Chen Wei was momentarily stunned.

Still reeling from the near-rape she'd just experienced, the mother suddenly realized her son was staring intently at her chest. She then remembered that her shirt had been torn by that lecherous fellow, and blushed deeply with embarrassment. She quickly pulled at her shirt collar, trying to cover her impressive breasts.

"Ahem." Hearing his mother clear her throat, Chen Wei finally snapped back to reality.

To cover up his earlier blunder, he quickly turned around and led the way for his mother: "Aunt Tang, Xiao Jie said it's almost time and you haven't arrived yet. He was worried you wouldn't know the way, so he asked me to show you. He's still preparing his script. Well, Auntie, the sixth-grade classroom is over here." "Oh, okay." His mother followed, thinking as she walked:

That pervert...

I wonder what he put in my pantyhose. It wasn't big, but just thinking about it makes me nauseous...

Luckily, there's a girls' restroom on the second floor of the school. I'd better hurry and take that thing out.

"We're here, Auntie. Our sixth-grade classroom is on the first floor. Hehe, the teacher said it's to take care of our graduating class." "Okay, Auntie, I understand." Looking at the classroom, which was almost full of parents, the mother was about to turn around and go to the second-floor restroom when she heard Chen Wei suddenly say respectfully, "Ah, Teacher Li!" Knowing that this was her child's new homeroom teacher, who would be with them until graduation, the mother didn't want to leave a bad first impression, so she turned around to greet him.

"Hello, I'm Sun Xiaojie's mother, my name is Tang Yating. You're Teacher Li, right?" The mother extended her hand.

Although the teacher guessed from the back that the mother was a student's parent, the mother's youthful and beautiful appearance still surprised the newly appointed homeroom teacher.

However, he quickly calmed down and politely shook his mother's hand: "Oh, hello! I'm Li Xiang." He then turned to his mother and said in a slightly serious tone, "Chen Wei, what were you doing outside? Why weren't you in your seat? You know, you're here for your own parent-teacher meeting." Chen Wei was startled and hurriedly explained, "Xiao Jie was worried his mother wouldn't know where our class is, so he asked me to show her the way." "Oh, I see." Li Xiang turned back to his mother and said, "Ms. Tang, please have a seat. The parent-teacher meeting is about to start." "Okay...okay." Hearing this, his mother had no choice but to follow Chen Wei into the classroom and sit down.

Fortunately, although the feeling of that thing stuffed in the crotch of my pantyhose was disgusting, it didn't seem to be a big problem. Mom thought it would be fine to go to the bathroom and take it out after the parent-teacher meeting.

This week, it was our group's turn to sit in the front row, so as soon as Mom entered the classroom, I immediately spotted her while she was preparing her speech on the podium.

"Wow, Mom looks so beautiful today! A pink lace-trimmed shirt, a white tulle skirt, and oh, she's even wearing sheer white stockings! Hehe, I guess it's because last year when she wore a Chanel suit and other parents mistook her for a teacher, so she's dressed up so nicely this time." "Huh, why is her bra undone?" I looked over in confusion. "Mom is usually so conservative, how come today... oh my god, her bra is showing." "A small portion is here!

Oh... it's white, and a half-cup..." I was secretly glancing at my mother's white bra and her full, snow-white breasts peeking out from under her shirt when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I heard Teacher Li's voice: "Alright, Sun Xiaojie, you can begin." Ugh, I was so focused on my mother that I didn't notice the teacher had already finished her opening remarks. No wonder it's gotten so quiet.

I quickly grabbed my notes, stood in the center of the stage, and began my presentation, but I was still bothered by my mother's somewhat revealing outfit, my eyes constantly glancing in that direction.

"Hello everyone, uncles and aunties, I'm Sun Xiaojie..." Why is my mother dressed so provocatively today?

Those male parents were already amazed when they saw her last time; if they saw their dream girl's breasts slightly exposed this time, their eyes would practically pop out of their sockets. Luckily, Mom was sitting in the first row near the door…

“When I’m listening in class, I usually selectively take notes…” Damn, Chen Wei was pretending to take notes while staring down at Mom’s thighs…

But Mom’s legs are really beautiful, slender calves, long yet full thighs, and wearing white sheer stockings, they are indeed very alluring.

“For math class, pre-class preparation and post-class review are equally important…” This kid, now he’s sneaking glances at Mom’s chest again.

Damn, he was so close, and Mom was wearing a half-cup bra, he could see half of her breasts clearly.

Hmph, Chen Wei is definitely fantasizing about Mom's full breasts now…

"Many classmates like to do a lot of extracurricular exercises, I… cough!

I… this is how I see it, firstly…" What's going on?!

Why does Mom suddenly look so strange?

Like she just got an electric shock, her whole body is tense.

Looking at my mother, sitting in her seat with slightly furrowed brows, an unusual expression, and her delicate body trembling slightly, I suddenly thought of the porn I watched at Chen Wei's house the other day. The actresses in those films seemed to have the same expression when being caressed or teased with vibrators by the actors.

"Secondly, you need to choose counseling materials that suit you, don't blindly follow trends. My experience is..." Thankfully, my mother calmed down...

But what exactly happened just now...?

Huh?

Is Mom trying to stand up?

We're having a parent-teacher meeting right now. Where is Mom going?

As I was wondering, I noticed Mom suddenly tremble. Her buttocks, which had slightly lifted off the chair, quickly slumped back down, as if her legs had suddenly lost their support.

When she sat down again, her eyes were slightly closed, a beautiful blush on her cheeks. The movement of her lower lip and her tightly pressed legs seemed to indicate that she was enduring some kind of pain…

or…

not pain?

"Finally, there's the issue of how to reasonably arrange a schedule given the current amount of homework. Obviously, without proper rest, it's difficult to have enough energy to listen attentively in class..." What's wrong with Mom? There can't possibly be anyone harassing her, so why is she making that face? Her body is trembling slightly, and her shirt collar is all wobbled open...

Ah, her bra is showing again...

Oh, such a deep cleavage...

Ah?!

While reading my prepared remarks, I was secretly observing Mom out of the corner of my eye and was shocked to discover that Chen Wei had quietly taken out his phone and placed it under the desk, pointing the camera at the inside of Mom's white dress...

Holy crap, you dare to secretly film my mom's underwear?!

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

However, judging from his mother's current state, it was clearly impossible for her to notice Chen Wei's lewd actions beside her.

Her body was leaning slightly forward, her long, slender, white neck stretched stiffly upwards, and her beautiful, now watery eyes were staring blankly at the empty wall next to the blackboard. Her lips occasionally opened and then immediately closed again.

Looking down along her tightly pressed legs, her feet, clad in silver-gray high heels, were strangely maintaining a tiptoe position.

Chen Wei was clearly aware that his mother was highly focused and oblivious to everything around her, so he became even bolder.

"My daily routine is very regular, basically I go to bed before 10 pm..." Seriously?!

Chen Wei... he

's actually lifting up his mom's skirt!

Even if Mom's a little strange right now...

this is so audacious!

Watching my classmate slowly pull up Mom's skirt, revealing little by little her long, slender legs encased in white pantyhose, I, who was reading from my script, couldn't help but feel my mouth go dry, almost making several mistakes.

This kid...

ah, he's pulling it up even more...

Mom's entire thigh is exposed, if any male parent around saw this, they'd probably get a nosebleed, right?

Still pulling?

Damn it, Mom can't feel anything at all! If this keeps up, I'll see her panties...

Wait,

what's that red thing?!

I stared in utter astonishment at my mother's crotch. Chen Wei had carefully lifted the front of her white gauze skirt, and although my mother was desperately trying to close her legs for some reason, I could still clearly see a bright red oval object tucked between her white sheer pantyhose and white panties below her abdomen. It was pressed against her vulva, the vibrant color incredibly alluring against the white pantyhose and panties.

That...

could it be... Oh

my god, it's a vibrator!

Having watched a few adult videos, I finally recognized the strange object in my mother's private parts as a common prop in almost every video.

Holy crap!

How could this be?!

Why would Mom bring a vibrator to a parent-teacher conference with a vibrator in her pantyhose?!

I almost cried out in surprise, but thankfully I had just finished reading a passage, and the pause in the middle wasn't too noticeable.

No wonder…

Mom was enduring the harassment of the vibrator in her private parts…

that's why her expression was so…

ecstatic…

Yes, any man would find Mom's expression ecstatic.

The expression on her face—unable to bear the harassment emanating from her lower body yet forced to restrain herself in public, along with her slightly exposed, firm breasts and alluring legs in stockings beneath her lifted skirt…

even I found it unbearable. If those parents who were currently listening to my sharing of learning experiences and diligently taking notes saw this… they

probably wouldn't be able to resist and would pounce on my mother…

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chen Wei continuing to shamelessly take pictures of my mother's exposed legs with his phone. Looking at her shapely legs and the alluring genitals between them, I found myself unconsciously fantasizing about this scene:

my classmates' fathers, those men around 40 years old, one after another, pounced on my mother, tearing off her bra, ripping her pantyhose and underwear like in an adult film, and then…

damn, what am I thinking…

Luckily, my mother was sitting in the first row, near the door, out of the other parents' sight. Only I, from the podium, could see her clearly.

Otherwise, if those men discovered that my seemingly dignified and virtuous mother actually had a vibrator in her pantyhose and was making that ecstatic expression, that would be a huge mess!

"These are my daily learning experiences, and I hope they can be helpful to you all. Thank you!" With applause, I finished my speech. Chen Wei also stopped secretly filming, and my mother seemed to relax, leaning back on the desk—apparently, the vibrator had stopped working.

Teacher Li walked over from the other side of the podium, nodded and smiled at me, indicating I could go back.

I nodded, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and walked towards the classroom door.

As I passed my mother, I secretly glanced at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes seemed half-closed, and her mouth was slightly open, she was breathing softly and silently, looking utterly exhausted. She was clearly suffering terribly from that vibrator and had even forgotten to greet me.

Obviously, she didn't have the energy to leave the classroom right away, so I gave up on gesturing for her to go to the restroom.

But who put that vibrator in my mother's pantyhose?

Why didn't she take it out before coming to the parent-teacher meeting?

That Chen Wei guy, although what he said last time clearly showed he had ill intentions towards Mom, how could he be so bold?

What if the vibrator suddenly stopped? Mom would definitely realize he was secretly filming her.

Unable to find an answer, I shook my head and walked quickly home, but in my mind, I couldn't help but fantasize:

Mom, who usually looks noble and elegant, had a vibrator in her pantyhose, and her shirt wasn't even buttoned up properly. What if those lecherous men found her like that at work or in other public places...?

The parent-teacher meeting finally ended, and Mom breathed a sigh of relief.

She now deeply regrets not going to the restroom to get rid of that awful thing before the parent-teacher meeting, as she had to endure its shameless harassment of her private parts for the entire meeting.

"You filthy scoundrel..." Even the usually gentle mother couldn't help but curse inwardly at the person who started all this.

Just as the parent-teacher meeting began, she suddenly felt that thing vibrating intensely between her legs. Her already sensitive body was struck dumb, and she almost cried out. Luckily, she managed to hold it in and avoid embarrassment in front of everyone.

But that disgusting thing kept vibrating, and her mother couldn't get it out. Moreover, even the slightest movement sent tingling sensations through the delicate skin on her inner thighs, so she could only grit her teeth and desperately try to endure it.

I managed to stop briefly, intending to use the excuse of going to the restroom to rush out of the classroom, even if it attracted attention. But the moment I started to stand up, it seemed to have a mind of its own and instantly started moving again, causing my mother, caught off guard, to go limp and sit back down.

It seemed to stop again after the experience presentation, but by then my mother's lower body was completely wet, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone leave the classroom to go to the restroom.

And just as the homeroom teacher was giving a formal speech to the parents, it started moving again, and what followed was endless torment.

Throughout the entire parent-teacher meeting, the mother was completely unaware of the students' speeches, the teachers' remarks, or even the sounds around her. Although she was unwilling to admit it, the shameless harassment emanating from her private parts had gradually transformed into waves of unprecedented pleasure, making her realize that if she relaxed even slightly, she would probably moan.

As for the chair beneath her, it likely already bore the marks

of its pervasive vibrations. Fortunately, as the parent-teacher meeting ended, the agonizing vibrations finally stopped.

Secretly berating herself for her own wantonness, the mother struggled to her feet.

Seeing the parents surrounding Li Xiang, asking him all sorts of questions, the mother smiled wryly. She knew that in her current state, it was definitely not suitable to discuss her son's learning problems with the teacher. Besides, she had to get that thing out of the way as soon as possible while it was still. As for the water stains on the seat, she could only pray they wouldn't be noticed.

Thinking this, ignoring her exhaustion, the mother slowly walked out of the classroom.

The graduating class's parent-teacher meeting was the longest; the other grades had already dispersed. Therefore, the mother didn't encounter any other teachers or parents when she reached the stairs, which reassured her somewhat, as she was worried that her current appearance might be noticed by someone with ulterior motives.

"Aunt Tang, aren't you going home?" a somewhat puzzled voice came from behind.

"Oh, Auntie, um... I need to use the restroom first." Mom turned around and explained to Chen Wei.

"Oh, then, goodbye Auntie!" "Um, goodbye... Oh!!!" The vibrator, which had been dormant for a while, suddenly started vibrating again, the intense vibrations violently stimulating Mom's sensitive private parts. Caught off guard, she finally couldn't help but cry out.

No...

no...

I can't embarrass myself in front of my son's classmates...

Mom gritted her teeth and struggled to walk up the stairs:

This is a little bit...

I can barely bear it...

It'll be fine once I get to the restroom...

Just as Mom was leaning against the wall, slowly moving up the steps, the vibrator suddenly started vibrating at an even more intense frequency!

"Ah..." The mother was completely unprepared for this unexpected situation. In an instant, a deadly pleasure spread throughout her body from her private parts. She could no longer hold on, her legs went weak, and she fell backward.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Chen Wei, who had been standing behind the mother, calmly reached out and hugged her from behind, asking with a half-smile.

At this moment, the mother was beyond answering. In fact, she didn't even realize she was lying on Chen Wei's body. The waves of tingling pleasure throughout her body had exceeded her control, causing her to moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." Seeing this, Chen Wei gently lifted his arms, feeling his mother's full and firm breasts with his arms. At the same time, he moved his feet, silently carrying his mother towards the dead corner behind the stairs.

The mother let Chen Wei carry her, her whole body trembling in his arms. Her eyes stared blankly at the stairs, and her sexy cherry lips were already open, emitting moans that would make anyone blush.

Holding the beautiful and sexy young woman in his arms, Chen Wei's breathing had become heavy.

He swallowed slightly, his right hand still around his mother's waist, while his left hand pulled out his phone and pointed it at his mother, who was no longer fully conscious.

"Hehe, Aunt Tang, I saw your wonderful expression on the subway last time, but unfortunately I couldn't record it. Today I finally have the chance! Hey, it's even more wonderful than that day," Chen Wei said smugly in a low voice.

The poor mother couldn't hear Chen Wei's teasing at all. At this moment, due to the vibration of the vibrating egg, the pleasure in her body was getting stronger and stronger, spreading to every corner of her body, and her whole body was trembling more and more violently.

Suddenly…

“No…no!” Mom suddenly realized the changes in her body, a feeling she had never experienced before when making love with Dad. “No…no…not

here…ah…” But she was already sore and weak that she had no power to change it. She could only helplessly feel the pleasure crashing against her nerves like a tidal wave…

Chen Wei also noticed his mother’s abnormality. He felt the hot, curvaceous body in his arms suddenly stiffen as it trembled more and more violently. Her upper body and legs suddenly tensed up, and even her high-heeled legs stretched straight out. Her hands unconsciously gripped Chen Wei’s sleeves tightly.

This incredibly erotic scene left Chen Wei speechless: "Damn, no way, she actually climaxed!" Almost ten seconds later, Mom's body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and she suddenly went limp, collapsing onto Chen Wei like cotton. She twitched slightly every now and then, and a thin stream of fluid slowly flowed down her beautiful legs, which were covered in white stockings…

"Damn, she really was horny!" Chen Wei looked at his mother, who was motionless in his arms, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Chapter Five

: "Finished your homework? Let's go eat then." Mom patted my head and said gently.

It's almost 12:30 now. Usually, Mom would have finished lunch by now.

But it's rare that I'm willing to come to her workplace this noon, and I'm determined to finish the homework the teacher assigned this morning.

Seeing how hard I'm working, Mom certainly doesn't mind delaying lunch by half an hour.

After taking off her white doctor's uniform and putting it in the closet, Mom stretched slightly to shake off the fatigue from sitting in the clinic all morning. Then she took my hand and led me outside, completely unaware that my gaze had been fixed on her full, large breasts while she was stretching.

Yesterday, Mom mentioned that I had never been to her workplace before, and since the school was closed this afternoon to prepare for a professional skills exam, she suggested that I have lunch at her workplace.

When my mom first suggested it, I wasn't enthusiastic at all.

Going to my mom's workplace for dinner? I'm not a kindergarten kid anymore, what's there to be excited about?

Besides, I rarely have class in the afternoon, and I wanted to take the opportunity to go to Chen Wei's house. Firstly, I could see what kind of porn his cousin had downloaded for him, and secondly, I could ask my mom what happened at last week's parent-teacher meeting.

About half an hour after I got home last weekend, my mom came back. Although she looked a little tired, she seemed to be in good spirits.

My mother's timely arrival home meant that nothing unusual had happened to her besides attending the parent-teacher meeting. At least, it couldn't be like my fantasy—that she had encountered some kind of "accident" because the vibrator in her pantyhose was discovered…

But I still felt uneasy:

where did my mother get that vibrator?

Also, the ecstatic expression on my mother's face before I left indicated that her body was already aroused. If this harassment continued after I left, would it lead to some intense physical reaction that would attract the attention of those around her?

And what about that kid Chen Wei? Would he take the opportunity to do something to my mother?

However, although I've subtly inquired about what happened that day with Chen Wei over the past few days, his answer is exactly the same as the "official account" my mother told me after she got home:

My mother suddenly felt unwell after the parent-teacher meeting, a little dizzy, and almost fell at school. Luckily, Chen Wei helped her, and she recovered and stood up again.

My mother even wanted me to thank Chen Wei for this.

Thank him, my foot!

My mother was clearly weak in the legs from being tortured by that vibrator; how could she possibly be dizzy?

Besides, Chen Wei not only secretly photographed up my mother's skirt, but according to my mother, he also hugged her for a while when she was "dizzy." Who knows if he took advantage of her? And you're thanking him?

However, thinking about how my deskmate and my mother might have had some intimate contact, I'm still a little excited.

But what bothers me most is that my mother's tone and expression were somewhat unnatural when she talked about it, clearly pretending to be nonchalant, trying to easily gloss over the matter.

As for Chen Wei, I didn't see anything wrong with him, but now whenever that kid mentions my mother, there's a strange, restless look in his eyes.

Therefore, although judging from the timing, nothing should have happened, I still planned to take advantage of the afternoon when I didn't have classes to go to Chen Wei's house to ask him for clarification.

However, seeing that my mother seemed very eager for me to go to her workplace (in her words, "to experience the high-end restaurant, Hongfeng"), I couldn't refuse, even though in my opinion, the food at Hongfeng Restaurant probably couldn't compare to the school cafeteria.

"Forget it, I'll find a chance to find out next week." However, this morning at school, I started to become very interested in the suggestion of going to my mother's workplace because I accidentally witnessed a "stunning" scene.

The story goes like this: early in the morning, my mother prepared breakfast for me as usual, and then went back to her room to get ready to go out.

I took a few bites of bread and suddenly remembered the oranges my mom had bought yesterday, so I decided to get one to try and get some vitamins.

However, after searching the refrigerator for a while, I couldn't find any oranges. Frustrated, I had no choice but to go to my mom's room to ask.

Unexpectedly, my mom always treated me like a child, never locking the door when she slept or changed clothes.

So, when I pushed open the bedroom door, this was the beautiful sight that greeted my eyes:

my mom was standing by the bed, one leg propped on the edge, her hands tracing the alluring curves of her long, muscular thighs as she pulled up a pair of dark skin-colored lace stockings.

What made my heart race even faster was that my mother was only wearing a white bra and panties.

Actually, I had seen my mother changing clothes many times before, but it was always just a fleeting glance, and I didn't think much of it.

But now, influenced by Chen Wei's words and what I saw at the Italian restaurant, I've become sensitive to these kinds of things. And the amazing and exciting scene at last week's parent-teacher meeting has kept me up at night for the past few days. I'm increasingly eager to see my mother's sexy body, and even...

in this situation, I only felt that the way my mother, wearing only underwear, bent over and put on stockings on her smooth thighs was incredibly tempting.

Her full, firm, hemispherical breasts showed no signs of sagging, proudly standing upright as if they were about to leap out of her white bra. The matching lace panties made her already rounded, pert buttocks look even more alluring.

I stared blankly at my mother, feeling my mouth go dry and my heart pounding.

My mother, however, turned her head nonchalantly, smiling and asking, "What's wrong?" "Oh, well… I… I want some fruit." "Oh, it's in that drawer in the refrigerator." "Ah… I… I know…" I reluctantly turned and left the bedroom, my mind filled with the scene I had just witnessed:

My mother was so beautiful, her breasts were so big, and her legs were gorgeous.

Those AV actresses can't compare to Mom.

No wonder Chen Wei had ill intentions towards her...

I'm afraid it wasn't just Chen Wei, other men might have too...

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a strange anticipation for going to Mom's workplace for dinner today:

maybe I'll even see Mom changing clothes again!

As a major taxpayer, Hongfeng Group's president, Wang Dezhong, is a prominent figure who frequently dines with municipal government leaders; rumors circulate that he's one of the mayor's confidants.

This explains why, despite already owning a research and development base covering over 500 acres in the suburbs, Hongfeng Group still manages to place its headquarters, including an entire old factory building, less than 2 kilometers from the city center.

It's important to understand that in this prime location where land is incredibly valuable, even well-performing companies typically only occupy one or two floors of an office building for work; none of them have the space to preserve their factory buildings like Hongfeng.

It's said that the idea of preserving the factory buildings was proposed many years ago by Zhao Jin, the Executive Vice President and Director of the Office.

Zhao Jin is not only a close friend of President Wang Dezhong but also his capable assistant, a thoughtful yet often reckless individual.

In his view, preserving the factory where the group's president and some veterans had once worked was of great commemorative significance, and it also gave the entire group's headquarters compound a vibrant and prosperous atmosphere. Wang Dezhong himself had long been accustomed to working amidst the low rumble of machinery for decades.

Therefore, although the daily revenue generated by this factory with about 20 workshops was less than 50% of the rent from the land, and the production in some of the workshops was, in a sense, somewhat dangerous and shouldn't have been located so close to the city center, no one had any objections.

However, now his mother had her own opinions.

Because of the factory, the headquarters housed not only department heads and white-collar employees, but also many skilled workers. As a result, even though my mother left home only half an hour later than usual for dinner, she found the first and second floors of the Hongfeng Restaurant already packed.

Although she usually got along well with the ordinary workers, seeing the crowds and the battle for seats, she clearly felt it was best not to squeeze in.

"Never mind, Xiao Jie, let's go to the third floor," I said. I didn't really care where we ate; after all, we weren't at my mother's workplace to enjoy gourmet food.

However, when I first arrived, my mother mentioned that the third floor of Hongfeng Restaurant was quite luxurious.

Although it's just a "company canteen," the interior decoration definitely meets four-star standards.

In fact, managers and even the president of various departments often use the third floor to entertain business partners, which saves time—the restaurant is located inside the headquarters compound—and also appears low-key—look, even the president eats in the canteen.

Of course, the prices here are much higher than the two floors downstairs, and according to my mother, because the leaders often come here to eat, ordinary employees don't come at all. That's why the third floor isn't crowded right now; there are definitely empty seats.

"What would you like to eat?" Mom asked with a smile.

"Oh..." Looking at the more than fifty kinds of dim sum displayed in the window, I began to think that the luxurious third floor of Hongfeng Restaurant was indeed well-deserved of its reputation, even a bit exaggerated.

I don't know if it was because I was nervous about visiting my mother's workplace for the first time, or because I was excited by the fantasies in my mind, but I didn't feel very hungry, so I looked at the delicious dishes of various cuisines displayed in the windows somewhat absentmindedly.

"Dr. Tang!" A middle-aged man's voice rang out behind me.

I turned slightly and saw a man who looked to be under fifty years old standing not far away, smiling and greeting my mother: "Dr. Tang! It's rare to see you on the third floor.

Oh, this must be your son, right? He's quite handsome!" "Hehe, hello Director Zhao," my mother replied with a smile, clearly on good terms with him.

"Hello, Uncle!" Director Zhao?

That must be Zhao Jin, the second-in-command of the group.

"Good, good. Very polite!" Zhao Jin patted my shoulder with a smile, then looked up at my mother and said, "What, haven't you eaten yet? Come and eat with us. There are too few people at our table, even Teng Zihua has been brought in to make up the numbers!" "No need," my mother said hesitantly.

Wang Dezhong and a client from some unknown company were also sitting at the table, clearly discussing business.

"It's alright, it's alright," Zhao Jin waved his hand, lowering his voice smugly, "That Mr. Wu is all set, it's just a meal. But it wasn't easy, the new municipal party secretary seems to be at odds with us, always causing trouble. If it weren't for today's deal, our cash flow might have been affected." I looked up at my mother, who still seemed reluctant to go.

Just then, "Tingting, hey, come, come, come sit with us." Wang Dezhong also saw my mother and waved her over.

Seeing this, my mother didn't say anything.

After all, Wang Dezhong was not only the head of the group, but also a long-time friend of my maternal grandfather's family, someone who had watched my mother grow up.

"Mom certainly wouldn't offend an elder," I thought to myself.

Sure enough, my mother smiled and said, "Okay, Uncle Wang, then we'll make our way." She pulled me over.

"Hello, Grandpa Wang!" "Oh, hello! Haha, Xiao Jie has grown up so much. The last time I saw him, he was only three years old, haha!" Wang Dezhong said with a laugh, making me a little embarrassed.

"Come, let me introduce you," Zhao Jin said, seeing that Wang Dezhong had finished chatting with his mother. He then introduced the only non-Hongfeng employee at the table to his mother: "This is General Manager Wu from Yuantong Company, Wu Renxiong. He's here to discuss cooperation on exporting to Japan. We've had a very pleasant collaboration!" Although these business matters had nothing to do with his mother, a doctor, she still politely nodded and smiled at General Manager Wu.

"This beautiful young lady is Dr. Tang Yating from our group's medical department," Zhao Jin continued enthusiastically. "Dr. Tang's medical skills are superb; she can be described as a miracle worker. We finally managed to recruit her from the municipal hospital. This is her son, Sun Xiaojie, a sixth-grade student who excels in both character and academics!" Hearing Zhao Jin's praise, my mother couldn't help but smile.

General Manager Wu stood up and extended his hand to my mother: "Oh my, Miss Tang, you're so talented at such a young age. I admire you, I admire you, hehe." Although these words sounded somewhat inappropriate to me, my mother still stood up and shook hands with him.

"Hmm?" What was supposed to be a polite handshake turned into something else when I noticed that Mr. Wu seemed to be holding my mother's hand tightly, even gently kneading it, and he was also leering at her chest.

"Hmph." My mother frowned slightly and forcefully pulled her hand back. Mr. Wu was taken aback, and seeing that my mother had already sat down, he had no choice but to sit down awkwardly as well.

"Come on, everyone, have some food." Zhao Jin seemed oblivious to the scene, warmly gesturing to everyone. The blond young man named Teng Zihua sitting next to him quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wu, this boiled cabbage is very well made, would you like to try some?" Wu Renxiong took the opportunity to step down from the stage, picked up a piece of cabbage leaf and put it in his mouth, chewing as he said, "Okay... um, not bad, not bad." But his eyes kept glancing at his mother.

The clinking of glasses at the table held no interest for me. However, seeing my mother and Zhao Jin seemingly quite familiar with each other brought back vivid memories:

the marks on my mother's legs from the last meal, the vibrator at the parent-teacher meeting—could this person be…?

And the way Mr. Wu held my mother's hand so tightly made my heart race:

this guy also had ill intentions towards my mother. Could it be that my mother…?

Thinking this, I suppressed my excitement and began to observe the expressions of the men at the table.

Although Wang Dezhong was over fifty, he still exuded an air of authority, downing his drinks in one gulp and occasionally exchanging a few words with Mr. Wu about cooperation.

Mr. Wu's answers were always brief and he seemed distracted, his mind clearly on my mother sitting next to me.

Zhao Jin, on the other hand, was composed and occasionally tried to liven things up, but I noticed he also occasionally stole glances at my mother's ample breasts.

As for Teng Zihua, with his dyed blond hair, he appeared to be eating, but his eyes were darting downwards.

My mother was wearing a white cotton t-shirt today; the fitted waist accentuated her already full breasts, and up close, you could even see the outline of her bra.

Over it, she wore a sky-blue chiffon blouse, making her look both elegant and alluring, attracting the attention of these lecherous men.

She wore a light pink pleated skirt, her long, shapely legs tightly encased in dark-skinned stockings.

"They… humph…" I realized that most of these men had ill intentions towards my mother.

As her son, I should have been furious.

However, seeing these men staring lustfully at my mother's breasts and thighs, I became increasingly excited.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, let me toast you!" Mr. Wu stood up again, raising his glass to my mother.

Among women, my mother was considered to have a decent tolerance for alcohol, and none of the men present urged her to drink, so a few sips weren't a problem.

But with such a sleazy guy…

Mom tilted her head back slightly and downed the last sip of red wine in her glass.

I was taken aback, then realized that Mom was actually doing it out of respect for Wang Dezhong.

“Good! That’s great!” Seeing Mom giving him face, President Wu couldn’t help but smile broadly.

“That’s right. Our Dr. Tang has a very good capacity for alcohol.” Zhao Jin smiled as he picked up Mom’s empty glass and poured her some wine, as if he were a waiter: “Come on, Dr. Tang, let’s have a drink too.” If someone who didn’t know him saw his approachable demeanor, they probably wouldn’t believe that this was Vice President Zhao, who brought eight-figure profits to the Hongfeng Group every year.

However, Mom clearly had a very good impression of Vice President Zhao, so when Zhao raised his glass to her, she didn't hesitate at all and downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp.

I noticed that after several toasts, a blush had appeared on Mom's face, indicating she was already a little tipsy.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, I... I'll toast you too!" Teng Zihua raised his glass to Mom somewhat ingratiatingly, then quickly finished his own drink, saying, "Go ahead, hehe."

Mom glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and took a sip.

After all, he had drunk first as a sign of respect, and she didn't want to be impolite.

Afterwards, the atmosphere at the table remained harmonious, but my heart was pounding: "Could they be trying to get Mom drunk?" Looking around, the luxurious third-floor restaurant wasn't as crowded as the first and second floors. Apart from a few employees and a couple of managers in the distance, it seemed rather empty.

"Could it be that these people dare to...do something to Mom here..." "Xiao Jie!" Mom's voice startled me from my reverie. I quickly looked up and asked, "Mom, what is it?" "How are you? Have you eaten?" Apparently not noticing my momentary lapse, Mom asked gently.

"Yes," I nodded.

"That's good." Mom smiled and straightened my clothes, saying, "You still have homework to do, right? Let's go back to the infirmary first." "I've almost finished my homework..." If I leave now, what if something happens to Mom later...

“Hehe, there’s a bookstore across the street, you can go look at comics?” Mom was clearly thinking of me, figuring I’d be bored staying here. “How about this, you go back first, but you can go to the bookstore if you want,” she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “There’s a spare key under the mat on the right side of the door, you can take it and lock it yourself, I won’t give you this one.” Smelling the faint scent of perfume and red wine emanating from Mom, I blushed slightly and nodded, “Okay, I understand.” Mom smiled and looked up at Wang Dezhong, saying, “Uncle Wang, I’ve sent Xiao Jie back to the infirmary, he still has homework to do.” “Okay, hehe, let Xiao Jie go back and do his homework.” Wang Dezhong nodded with a smile.

"What's up, Xiao Jie? Have you eaten?" Zhao Jin, who had only greeted me briefly before practically forgetting I was there, interjected.

"Yes, I'm full, Uncle Zhao," I replied, only to find my mother, who had been about to stand up to straighten my clothes, rubbing her forehead, seemingly unwell.

"Oh dear, Dr. Tang, have you had too much to drink?" Seeing this, Zhao Jin asked with concern, "Red wine has a strong aftereffect. Come, come, sit down for a while." He stood up and walked towards the food window.

"Dr. Tang, are you alright?" Teng Zihua asked, still trying to ingratiate himself.

Wang Dezhong also asked, "Tingting, are you alright?" "Oh, Uncle Wang, it's nothing, just a little dizzy, haha," my mother explained.

“I can cure this!” Wu Renxiong seemed eager to show off. “Give her some tea or milk, preferably with a few drops of vinegar, and she’ll be fine.” Teng Zihua also expressed his support and volunteered to go find some milk.

But just then, Zhao Jin returned with a small bowl. “Here, Dr. Tang, this is a hangover remedy specially made by the restaurant. You’ll feel better after drinking it.” “Oh, thank you!” Mom took the bowl, drank a few sips, and quickly finished the entire bowl of hangover remedy.

In a short while, her complexion improved noticeably, so I was relieved. After thanking Zhao Jin and saying goodbye to Wang Dezhong, I left.

Back at the infirmary, I chuckled to myself as I used the spare key to open the door:

What era is this? Mom still hides keys like this!

After sitting in the infirmary for a while and drinking some water, I got up and wandered around the room, looking around, feeling a bit bored.

Just as I was about to leave, my eyes caught sight of a large wardrobe in the corner.

"Oh, it's Mom's wardrobe!" Remembering how Mom took off her white uniform and put it inside, I eagerly opened the door and peeked inside.

"Tch, just doctor's uniforms and a change of clothes." I was hoping to see if there were any bras or stockings for Mom...

but because there weren't many clothes, the closet looked quite empty. I bent down, "Sure enough," and "I could squeeze my whole body inside."

"Hehe, maybe I can hide here and give Mom a surprise when she comes back... Hmm, maybe I can even see her changing before her afternoon nap..." The erotic scene I witnessed this morning flashed through my mind again...

Suddenly, I heard voices at the door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Startled from my daydream, I instinctively closed the closet door and shrank inside.

"Damn, what a crappy closet, the door won't even close properly..." Despite my complaints, I still peeked out through the crack in the door.

Zhao Jin helped his mother, who was walking with a slightly unsteady gait, into the room.

"Come on, Dr. Tang, take it easy..." He helped her sit down, then poured her a cup of hot tea and placed it on the desk beside her.

His mother was back to her earlier drunken state, and it seemed even worse. She sat in the chair, her hand on her forehead, her eyes closed, appearing severely dizzy.

"These people, are they going to let Mom drink more later?" I frowned.

After doing all this, Zhao Jin greeted them and turned to leave.

"Huh, he left so quickly." I was slightly surprised. I thought that even if he didn't take advantage of my vulnerability, he should at least have taken the opportunity to be attentive and look after my mother. I didn't expect him to leave so soon.

Hearing Zhao Jin's footsteps receding, I jumped out of the closet.

My mother heard the sound, looked up, and saw that I had crawled out of the closet. Although she still looked uncomfortable, she couldn't help but smile. "What were you doing hiding in the closet? What, not planning to go out for a walk?" But then she rubbed her forehead.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked with concern.

"Hmm, it's nothing," Mom slowly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, pulled back the white curtain, sat on the bed behind the curtain, and looked up at me, saying, "Mom feels a little dizzy and needs to sleep for a while. Remember to lock the door when you go out," she pointed to the treatment bed by the door, "If you're sleepy when you come back, you can sleep there." I nodded, and Mom lowered the curtain, and the entire clinic became quiet.

"Now I won't have a chance to see Mom wearing underwear," I thought helplessly. "Oh well, I'll go out for a walk later." I looked out the window, but my mind was filled with the lewd looks the men had given Mom.

Adding to what had happened in the past few weeks, I was now certain that quite a few men were indeed eyeing my mother, this beautiful young woman.

"Will Mom, like in that novel, be drugged and raped by men who lust after her beauty..." The occasional low rumble of machinery from the distant factory made the entire infirmary seem even quieter.

"Hmm? Why is someone here now?" Clear footsteps echoed in the corridor, followed by...

the sound of a key being inserted into a lock!

My heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively, I darted into the closet.

Just as I closed the closet door, "creak..." the infirmary door opened, and a man walked in.

"Oh, isn't this Zhao Jin?" I curiously observed the man through the crack in the cabinet door. "How does he have the key to Mom's clinic?! And what's he doing here now? Didn't he just leave..." Zhao Jin quietly closed the door, took a few steps forward, and called out softly, "Dr. Tang? Dr. Tang?" Mom was clearly fast asleep and didn't respond at all.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Zhao Jin sneered, seemingly unable to contain his smugness. He muttered to himself, "I didn't have a chance the past few days, hehe, today I finally got you to drink enough!" "Enough? What do you mean?" I was momentarily stunned, but my heart started racing as Zhao Jin lifted the white curtain, bent down, climbed onto the single bed, and then lowered the curtain.

"Oh my god! He's trying to take advantage of Mom while she's asleep...

No, Mom's a light sleeper, the slightest noise will wake her up..."

Besides, she didn't drink that much. If she were violated, she'd definitely wake up... What would I do then... Having already been exposed to AV, I knew exactly what a man would do if he climbed into bed while my mother was asleep. However, since I couldn't see what was behind the curtain and didn't dare get up to approach, I could only stare

wide-eyed at the curtain. "Dr. Tang, can you still escape my grasp now?" Zhao Jin's low voice came from behind the curtain, his tone full of smugness: "Hehe, imported medicine is really effective!" "Imported medicine?" I immediately remembered the hangover soup Zhao Jin had given my mother at lunch. "Something was put in it? That means Mom won't wake up for the time being!" "Just like in those novels..." But that wasn't the point. The point was Zhao Jin's lewd tone; even I could hear it, it was filled with naked lust.

"Is Mom really going to be raped?" For some reason, the thought of "Mom being raped" gave me an intense, unprecedented thrill. My eyes widened as I stared intently at the white curtain.

"Ah... those breasts are fucking huge!" Zhao Jin's surprised voice came from behind the curtain: "36D!" "I listened to Zhao Jin's words, but I had absolutely no idea what was going on behind the curtain. My heart felt like it was being clawed at, and I couldn't help but feel anxious.

But then I froze, because I saw Zhao Jin's left hand reach out from above the curtain and drape two pieces of clothing over the thin rope holding the curtain together—'Those are Mom's clothes!' I stared dumbfounded at the white t-shirt and sky-blue chiffon blouse, completely forgetting to hide my presence, and almost pushed open the closet door.

Soon, Zhao Jin reached out again and placed a pink pleated skirt next to the t-shirt.

'Zhao Jin... is taking off Mom's clothes!'" Before I could even react, Zhao Jin's hand reappeared above the curtain, draping two alluring garments over my skirt.

The afternoon sun streamed in from the right window, illuminating the white lace-trimmed bra and matching panties, creating a dazzling reflection.

Looking at the shimmering, curved cups and the thin, delicate panties, the erotic scene of my mother changing clothes that morning, which I had inadvertently witnessed, suddenly flashed before my eyes, and a powerful urge surged through me.

"I really want... I really want... to see..." Just then, Zhao Jin let out a low growl: "Oh..." I was startled and hid behind the wardrobe door, not daring to breathe.

But I quickly realized I hadn't been discovered, because Zhao Jin didn't come out from behind the curtains. Instead, the single wooden bed seemed to be shaking, making a rhythmic "creak, creak, creak, creak" sound.

"Strange, why is the bed making that noise? Oh... Zhao Jin, he's started raping Mom!" My breathing suddenly became heavy: "Zhao Jin slept in the same bed with Mom... and even took off Mom's clothes... like in AVs, he pinned Mom down...?" Suddenly, I realized I had made a mistake. Mom wasn't naked—Zhao Jin hadn't taken out those dark-skinned stockings and placed them on the curtain...

A clear image seemed to appear before my eyes: "Oh... Mom...

Mom who is usually so beautiful and dignified... is now naked, wearing only stockings, being pinned down and brutally raped by a man other than Dad..." "Should we stop him?" "I, who had been in a state of extreme excitement, seemed to have just remembered this question.

After a slight hesitation, I thought, 'Never mind, I'm just a child, I can't stop adults at all.' I gave myself a very good reason.

The truth is, although I knew my mother was being violated, the thought of Zhao Jin's penis thrusting forcefully into her vagina, and his hands perhaps kneading her full breasts and her beautiful legs in stockings, filled me with an unprecedented excitement. I even longed to see what was behind the curtains.

The single bed shook violently for nearly twenty seconds ." A few minutes later, the sounds grew louder, and with the violent shaking of the bed, Zhao Jin's breathing became increasingly heavy.

I stared intently at the white curtains, imagining Zhao Jin raping my mother, while also worrying that the bed might break.

Fortunately, soon Zhao Jin let out a low growl.

After this completely unrestrained sound, the shaking of the bed stopped, and the infirmary became as quiet as it had been before Zhao Jin entered.

"Huff...huff...what a slut, damn it, so much water, it took me ages to wipe it all up. Luckily I put the clothes underneath..." Zhao Jin's panting voice came from behind the curtain, clearly exhausted. "Hehe, you always pretend to be so proper...looks like I'll have to 'take care' of you more often from now on!" Accompanied by what sounded like the sound of wiping the sheets, Zhao Jin muttered to himself, seemingly very satisfied, yet also very regretful.

After a while, I saw Zhao Jin's hand reach out again, taking my mother's shirt, dress, bra, and panties inside.

Realizing that he had "finished" and was dressing my mother, a slight feeling welled up inside me. Disappointment, perhaps from the fact that Zhao Jin's defilement of my mother hadn't lasted long enough, or perhaps from regret at not witnessing the actual scene.

But a sliver of clarity told me that Zhao Jin would come out after dressing my mother, so I immediately held my breath and quietly hid behind the wardrobe door.

Sure enough, Zhao Jin soon emerged from behind the curtain, and then... I heard the sound of the door closing and Zhao Jin's footsteps as he left.

After hiding for another minute, curiosity finally won out, and I couldn't resist pushing open the closet door and stepping out. I quietly approached the curtain, pulled it up, and peeked inside.

To my disappointment, there was no scene like in adult videos where actresses are covered in semen after being penetrated, let alone the exaggerated, sticky liquid depicted in comics.

Instead, I saw my mother lying on the bed, her clothes neatly arranged. Her high, full breasts rose and fell gently beneath her white t-shirt, clearly fast asleep.

Her beautiful legs were naturally stretched out under her skirt, and there wasn't a trace of semen on her dark-skinned stockings...

only the sheets beneath her seemed slightly damp.

"Oh, Mom's face is so red..." Seeing the blush on Mom's cheeks even deeper than on the day of the parent-teacher meeting, I swallowed hard and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Mom's face. Then, my hand involuntarily moved down and pressed against Mom's firm breasts.

"Ah, so...so good..." The firmness and elasticity in my palm made me almost groan with pleasure. "No wonder Zhao Jin had such a satisfied look on his face just now..." I turned my head and my gaze fell on Mom's long, beautiful legs in stockings.

"Oh, Mom's wearing stockings today...hehe...

it'll be so convenient for Zhao Jin when he's fucking her..." I imagined Zhao Jin spreading her beautiful legs into an M shape as he raped my mother, and without realizing it, I reached out and slowly stroked her softly slender legs upwards.

In an instant, I felt the sensation of my mother's legs emanating from my fingertips and palm. The wonderful sensation of her soft yet firm skin encased in stockings... "Ooh..." The softness, the smoothness, the elasticity... I couldn't help but gasp.

My left hand grasped my mother's beautiful breasts, while my right hand caressed her stockinged thighs. For a moment, my mind went blank, only feeling that my decision to come to my mother's workplace today was incredibly wise...

"Hmm, a little wet..." My right hand touched my mother's panties, and I immediately noticed that there was still some moisture around her private parts, as if it hadn't been wiped clean.

"But this level of moisture will completely disappear before Mom wakes up, and she definitely won't notice." Thinking of this, I casually lifted my pleated skirt, revealing my mother's private parts tightly wrapped in white silk panties.

The reflective surface of the panties and the slightly protruding shape of her mons pubis combined to create a fatal temptation.

Imagining that not long ago, this hidden and sacred part of my body was being wantonly violated by Zhao Jin's penis... "Damn curtains... um... otherwise I could have seen Mom being raped with my own eyes..."

Chapter Six

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?" I asked, puzzled, looking at my mother who was staring blankly at a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs with her chopsticks in hand.

"Oh..." Mom seemed to come to her senses, smiled slightly at me, picked up a piece of pork rib with her chopsticks and placed it on my plate, then lowered her head and ate a small bite of rice herself.

My mother has been spacing out like this a lot these past few days, and I can roughly guess why.

However, although I had expected my mother to react, I was still a little frightened.

That afternoon, my mother looked strange after she got up, her rosy cheeks carrying a hint of doubt.

After getting out of bed for a while, she finally couldn't help but ask me, "Xiao Jie, at noon... um," she seemed unsure how to answer, hesitating for a few seconds before continuing, "Were you in the infirmary the whole time?" I was startled, regretting that I hadn't gone out because I had been fantasizing and even longing to see what had just happened again.

Just to be on the safe side and avoid suspicion, I forced myself to say, "I...I went out and just got back." After saying that, I carefully observed my mother's expression and asked, "Is something wrong?" My mother's pretty face blushed, then turned somewhat pale. She slightly avoided my gaze and whispered, "Nothing, nothing." I thought my mother wouldn't realize she had lost her virginity, or at most she would have some doubts. Knowing my mother's personality, she wouldn't make a big fuss about it.

But for some reason, these past few days my mother has been spacing out from time to time, making me feel that she is indeed preoccupied.

"Could it be that Zhao Jin didn't clean up the traces properly, and Mom found out later?" I thought worriedly. "No, that's impossible. If Mom had realized she'd been drugged and raped at the time, she wouldn't have been so calm afterwards." I know my mother's personality very well. If she faced a sudden blow, in a situation where there was no way to retreat, her reaction would definitely be very intense.

For example, if someone tried to rape her, she would definitely resist fiercely, not half-heartedly like in adult videos.

But seeing her so preoccupied yet without any other reaction, I'm a little confused about the situation.

"What exactly happened? That day, it's all in the past, I didn't have much of a reaction then, so why have I started acting like this these past few days?" Sitting in the brand-new clinic, Mom stared blankly at the white wall opposite her, her mind in turmoil.

Last weekend, her son came to her workplace for half a day, which was initially quite enjoyable, but he drank too much at noon and slept until after 3 pm.

You see, Mom was usually quite confident in her alcohol tolerance; a few glasses of red wine shouldn't have gotten her that drunk.

"Could it be that after working for several years, my body isn't as strong as it used to be?" But that wasn't what worried her.

That afternoon, she felt something was wrong with her body shortly after waking up.

However, her head was still spinning, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong until she sat up and realized something was amiss in her lower body.

The tingling, the numbing, the slightly congested feeling emanating from deep within her vagina was clearly...

But she had only taken a nap, so how could this be?

With her eyes closed, she gently rubbed her forehead, completely bewildered:

she had taken a nap alone, so why did her body feel like she had just had sex?

"Could it be that I drank too much and masturbated in my sleep?" The thought of doing something so shameful in her sleep that she would never normally do made her face flush crimson.

"Could it be that I haven't had my husband around for too long, and my body... wants...

I even subconsciously...

How could this be? How can masturbation bring such...

such a strong feeling...

Really... But masturbation shouldn't be like this..." Just then, Mom suddenly noticed something:

Why was the bed so clean?

Not even a speck of dampness on her underwear?

You see, her body was extremely sensitive; every time they made love, Dad's not-so-strong penis would leave her overflowing.

If it was masturbation, how could the sheets and underwear not be wet?

But if it was just unconscious, slight touching of her genitals while asleep, preventing any "flow of fluids," then her genitals shouldn't be feeling so strongly now.

In fact, her labia were already somewhat swollen.

The mother, her mind reeling from these thoughts, suddenly realized a terrifying possibility:

she had been assaulted, and the perpetrator had wiped away all traces afterward.

Startled by this thought, she quickly bent down and pulled down her underwear for a thorough check.

However, there were indeed no suspicious marks on her underwear, and her stockings were completely clean. She

then checked her other clothing; it was all neatly dressed.

Relieved that nothing was amiss, the mother inwardly berated herself for being so lewd, for even considering such a shameful possibility.

“Besides, my son was in the clinic before he left; who would dare break in?” But the sensations in her body couldn't be faked. As a doctor and a mother herself, she knew perfectly well that the swelling and numbness in her lower body felt like after sex.

“Maybe… when I masturbated, my body didn't react as strongly as when I had sex with my husband, so I didn't wet the sheets.” Forcing herself to accept this “reasonable” explanation, she dared not think any further.

But now, however, her brows furrowed slightly.

She had taken her usual afternoon nap on Tuesday, but this time she slept until 3 PM.

The relaxed work at the clinic shouldn't have left her so tired, so her nap shouldn't have been this long, especially since she hadn't been drinking this time.

What terrified her even more was that when she got up, she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body again, just like last weekend, as if she had just finished having sex.

Her clothes were still intact, and there were no traces of bodily fluids on the sheets.

But the swelling of her labia clearly told her mother that this was definitely not a fantasy or a wet dream.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" her mother cried out inwardly.

As an excellent doctor, she certainly wouldn't naively believe that she had suddenly become extremely sleepy and could masturbate while asleep.

But the remaining option was too terrifying:

she, Tang Yating, had been drugged and raped!

Just thinking about this possibility made her mother feel breathless.

Despite this, she tried to reassure herself:

the infirmary door was locked, and no one could actually get in.

However, the distinct sensation in her lower body was a reality the mother couldn't ignore.

"Could it be... could it be that someone really drugged me, and then sneaked into the infirmary while I was asleep, and...?" The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

"What should I do? Call the police?

But that person always erases the traces.

That way, there's no evidence...

Should I ask the police to come to my workplace to investigate?

No!"

"No! That would cause a huge uproar, everyone would know I was drugged and raped, how could I ever face anyone then!" For several days, the mother was filled with worry, not knowing how to deal with the situation. After much

thought, she decided not to call the police for the time being, lest the matter escalate and she be unable to face anyone. Moreover, deep down, the mother did not want to admit that she had been assaulted.

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