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The Teacher Mom's Desires for Teenagers 

The room lights were off, only the computer screen in front of me emitted a dim fluorescent glow. I stared intently at the screen, one hand reaching down to my crotch, rapidly stroking my penis, which was encased in black lace panties. The rhythm changed constantly with the moans of a woman and the panting of a man coming through my headphones. The woman on the screen was lying on the bed, her uniform skirt lifted up, her panties gone, her snow-white buttocks raised high, a hot penis moving in and out of her vagina. The man behind her, or rather, the boy, was constantly emitting low, panting breaths, one hand supporting the woman's buttocks, occasionally slapping them, eliciting soft moans from her.

His other hand slipped inside the collar of the woman's already unbuttoned uniform shirt, constantly rubbing and kneading it. "Teacher Lin, how is it? Are you enjoying it?" the boy suddenly asked with a lewd grin.

The woman's head was buried in the pillow, her long hair cascading down her sides. Hearing this, she only let out low moans, but her large buttocks writhed even more vigorously.

"So obedient, haha, I'll make you feel even better," the boy said, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

This scene was a huge shock to me, a virgin. The woman's missing panties were now covering my penis. These used panties, soaked with the woman's vaginal fluid, fueled my fantasies. I imagined that the boy in the video fucking the woman was me. The increasing pleasure in my lower body made me gasp for breath. I wanted to make a sound, to scream, but I held back.

As the boy in the video ejaculated inside the woman amidst her screams, I also ejaculated, my eyes red. The hot semen soaked the woman's panties again, mixing with her vaginal fluid.

I stared blankly at the screen where the video had ended, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced. I wondered when I could finally insert my penis into that woman's tight, warm vagina. After resting for a moment, I quickly got up and cleaned myself, then carefully hid the underwear that exuded that captivating scent.

A while later, I heard the living room door open. I stepped out of my room, and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Her face, slightly tired but still stunningly beautiful, was adorned with a well-fitting black suit, black stockings, and black high heels, making her exceptionally alluring. It was my mother, Lin Meiying.

At that moment, my mother was bending over to take off her shoes. Her incredibly pert, round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the black suit, seemed to reveal a glimpse of what lay beneath. I quickly looked away to avoid exposing my ugliness. My mother is 38 this year, but thanks to proper maintenance and natural beauty, she remains stunningly beautiful, and I, too, am not immune to her allure.

The sound of me opening the door caught my mother's attention. She changed her shoes, looked up, and saw me. "Xiaojun, have you taken a shower?" "Yes, Mom. Why are you so late?" I asked casually.

"Oh, some students asked me questions after evening self-study, and I had some things to do in the office, so I was a little late," my mother replied. As if remembering something, my mother blushed slightly, but I, who was paying close attention to her every move, still saw it clearly.

I nodded, pretending not to care. "Then I'll go back to my room first."

"Okay, go ahead," Mom said, turning and walking towards the bathroom. "Mom's going to take a shower."

I suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom, returned to my room, and took out two items from a hidden place: the black lace panties from earlier, and another pair of black pantyhose with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch, which was very conspicuous. I gently stroked them one by one, as if caressing a woman's soft and beautiful body. A wave of indescribable pleasure surged within me. Was it pain, bitterness, or twisted pleasure? I didn't know myself, but I knew that I couldn't go back. Similarly, the woman in that video couldn't go back either.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, my mother and I went to school together. I wasn't in my mother's class; I was in Class 9, while my mother was the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher for Class 12. My home was very close to the school; it only took a few minutes to walk there. Along the way, I inhaled the alluring fragrance emanating from my mother, but I dared not show it at all.

When we arrived at school, my mother and I parted ways. Looking at my mother tightly wrapped in her clothes, her pert buttocks swaying slightly with each step, I felt that neither men nor boys could resist.

Once inside the classroom, I lay on my desk. Because of my height, I sat in the second row. My deskmate was short, just like me, and even more introverted. He was looking down at his book, but I ignored him. I opened a book and started daydreaming. A series of recent events had greatly traumatized me and completely distorted and corrupted my mindset.

At lunchtime, I walked to the cafeteria alone. Since it was just my mom and me at home now, we didn't eat lunch at home anymore. I went to the cafeteria, where my mom ate with other teachers who didn't go home for lunch. After lunch, they did activities together, and occasionally there were special activities. I secretly followed and observed them. Of course, there was more conclusive evidence, but thinking about those things, I could only smile bitterly. The person who provided me with these things was like a huge shadow covering everything, making me completely unable to muster any will to resist.

After lunch, I felt a restless urge. Although my mother's schedule was unpredictable, I couldn't resist the urge to spy on her. Having a general idea of her area, I easily found her. From a distance, I could see my mother, who had just finished eating, walking towards the office with two other female teachers, chatting and laughing.

I knew there were no activities today. In fact, even if there were, it would be difficult for me to find out. I knew this all too well.

My mother and the two equally beautiful and charming female teachers disappeared at the top of the stairs, and I turned and left, feeling disappointed.

With nowhere to go, I returned home and turned on my computer. There were two videos on it: one I'd just gotten yesterday, and another I'd gotten a little earlier, only a few minutes long. I opened the video again. In it, the same woman was kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. Judging from the background, it was an office. Although the woman was constantly sucking and swallowing the man's penis, I could still recognize her immediately as the woman from yesterday's video. While sucking and swallowing, she was also kneading and rubbing it with her delicate hands; her skill indicated this wasn't her first time.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my rising lust. I didn't plan to do it again at noon; I'd only clicked on it because I couldn't resist reliving the moment.

In the afternoon class, I barely caught up with the gist of it. We weren't in an advanced class, just a regular one, so the teachers weren't particularly demanding. Although my mom didn't monitor me every day, she would regularly communicate with the teachers to check on my progress. And the teachers who got my mom's requests would always give me extra attention, so I couldn't skip a single minute of class, including evening self-study.

I used to eat at home, but with my dad away on long business trips and my mom getting busier and busier, she's been taking care of both lunch and dinner herself. After dinner, it was evening self-study as usual. Tonight, everything was peaceful. Compared to yesterday, my mom got home earlier tonight, even a little earlier than me, which is normal. As for last night... thinking about this, a scene from last night flashed through my mind.

After evening self-study, as I walked out of the school gate, I suddenly saw someone waving at me from across the street. I was startled, and then I saw a figure standing there who both frightened me and stirred a certain desire within me. I walked over, head down, without saying a word. The person chuckled and handed me a small bag. "Open it when you get home, you'll like it."

I stiffly took it, and when I looked up again, the person was already gone.

Back home, I opened the bag. Inside was a USB drive, and the pair of used underwear that I was so obsessed with.

Thinking about this, I felt a mixture of hatred for my own weakness, incompetence, and twisted mentality, yet an uncontrollable, perverse pleasure arose within me. The image of that familiar woman being pinned down and played with by a boy, screaming and climaxing, even skillfully performing oral sex on him, lost in desire, made my penis hard again. Damn, I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

Since I couldn't sleep, I started thinking about what had happened before.


So many things had happened in such a short time, leaving me with a multitude of thoughts, but the most vivid memory was witnessing my mother writhing and yielding under another man's crotch, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms.

It was a weekend after I was certain my mother was having an affair and after several unsuccessful attempts to follow her. My mother said she was going to work overtime at the school, but she carefully dressed up and put on makeup. Being someone who pays close attention to my mother's every move, I naturally noticed everything and left afterward.

Learning from my previous experience, this time I arrived at the school first and ran upstairs, only to find my mother's office empty. My mother told me she was working overtime with several other teachers.

My suspicions had already been there, but a glimmer of hope lingered. I found a good spot upstairs and looked down. It was Sunday, and the school was indeed nearly deserted, with only the occasional figure passing by.

I observed carefully, and after a while, I saw my mother walking towards me from a distance. Feeling a little guilty, I hid and peeked. Surprisingly, she didn't head towards the office; instead, she turned and went towards another stairwell. I was stunned. What was she doing?

I hurried downstairs and chased after her. When I reached the bottom of the building, she was gone. But in just two or three minutes, she must still be nearby.

I started searching each floor. These were all classrooms, and they were all empty. Soon I reached the second-to-last floor. The top floor only had one classroom, used for music lessons. There was an iron door guarding the hallway, and it was closed. Where could my mother have gone? Clinging to my last hope, I walked step by step to the iron gate, only to discover the problem: the gate was closed but not locked from the inside. Trembling, I reached my hand through the gap in the bars and unlocked it from the inside.

The iron gate had been used and maintained for a long time, so the sound it made when it opened was very quiet, but to me it was like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down my spine.

I quietly closed the door and went up to the rooftop. On the rooftop, I heard faint sounds coming from the classroom next door. They weren't loud, but they made me dizzy, because the low moans of a woman sounded so familiar.

I slowly made my way to the classroom door. The door was locked, and the curtains were drawn. By now, the sounds inside were much clearer.

My mother's seductive moans sent shivers down my spine, even though I'd seen plenty of porn. But another sound that occasionally broke the silence startled me.

I'd initially thought my mother was having an affair with a school leader or some teacher, but when I saw her here, I became more inclined to believe it was a school leader, because there were no male music teachers.

But what came from inside was the voice of a boy about my age, "Teacher Lin, your little hole is so tight and tender, it feels so good. I can't believe your son is the same age as me."

His mother responded with even more seductive moans and louder sounds of flesh colliding.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't have the courage to rush in and catch them in the act. The changes in my family recently had made me realize that my mother's affair might not be a simple one; rushing in would likely destroy the whole family.

An uncontrollable urge surged within me, making me frantically pace. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh inside clearly indicated that my mother was being sexually assaulted by a boy, who was very likely a student at our school.

The thought of my mother being brutally violated by one of my own students filled me with a twisted pleasure instead of anger. My lower body gradually hardened, forming a large bulge in my pants.

Suddenly, I noticed with delight that the window wasn't fully closed, revealing a two-finger-wide gap. Trembling, I slipped my finger inside and quietly pulled the curtains open slightly, bending over and peeking through with one eye.

The lewd scene before me made my blood boil. My mother was holding onto the blackboard with both hands, her plump buttocks raised high, her skirt lifted from behind, her underwear still on, simply pushed aside. A tall boy stood behind her, his huge penis constantly thrusting in and out of her vagina, drawing out streams of vaginal fluid. Occasionally, my mother would turn her head to kiss the boy intimately. Although I could only see half of his face due to the angle, I could still sense the astonishing allure on her face.

Watching my own mother constantly swaying her snow-white, tempting buttocks to meet the thrusts of my student, I could no longer restrain myself. One hand slowly reached down to my crotch and began to masturbate.

Perhaps it was because her position was tiring, or perhaps it was because the boy was giving her immense pleasure, but she quickly screamed and went limp, completely supported by the boy. Watching her beautiful body trembling, I knew she had reached orgasm. Having never experienced such stimulation before, I shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall.

I clung tightly to the window frame with my other hand to keep from slipping to the ground, but even then I couldn't see inside. I could only hear the boy's low, lewd laughter, "Teacher Lin, your stamina isn't good!" My mother didn't answer, only panting heavily. The boy inside was clearly not satisfied. Before I could catch my breath, the sounds of my mother being fucked echoed again from inside, "Teacher Lin..." "Your big breasts are so white and soft, I could play with them forever."

I rested for a moment, then quietly lifted the curtain again. Sure enough, my mother was slumped over the teacher's desk, her head drooping weakly, buried between her arms. The boy was thrusting into her from behind, each stroke deep and forceful. My mother was moaning as he fucked her, her big, white breasts being played with wantonly in his hands.

This time I finally saw the boy's face clearly. He looked familiar, but he wasn't in our class, nor in my mother's class. I knew people from those two classes; they seemed to be in the same grade. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I knew who this boy was: Wang An, one of the top students in our grade, praised by many teachers, and supposedly his family were leaders in the education bureau, or even higher.

Thinking back to what had happened at home recently, my hands and feet suddenly turned ice-cold. I seemed to understand why my mother had been pinned down and wantonly played with by this boy.

I stared blankly at everything happening inside, my mind a complete blank, but my body reacted involuntarily. When my mother moaned as the boy behind her ejaculated inside her and reached orgasm, I also ejaculated all over the wall once again.

The continuous, intense stimulation left me slumped against the wall. The inside seemed to be resting, completely still. After a moment, I heard a soft "smack" and my mother's gasp, "Teacher Lin, come and clean me up."

Then came the sound of someone sitting down. I struggled to my feet and peeked again. I had never imagined my mother would be so submissive, so utterly disrespectful. The boy was sitting in a chair, and his mother was kneeling before him, deftly using her tongue to clean the filth from his penis. Judging by her skill, she must have done this many times before.

What happened next left me even more incredulous: my mother actually swallowed all the filth! The boy seemed quite pleased, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Teacher Lin, you're becoming more and more obedient," he said.

My mother looked up with a sweet smile.

Seeing that my mother had finished cleaning up the boy, and wondering if they would come out, I quickly turned and ran downstairs. Carefully closing the iron gate, I ran down in one breath, hid in a corner, and collapsed, panting heavily.

I don't know how much time passed, but I faintly heard the sound of high heels fading away. My mother must have left. I slowly stood up.

Just then, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could react, the person was already in front of me, a huge shadow looming over me. I looked up and froze, my mind blank. It was the boy from before! I trembled all over, wanting to be angry but unable to. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Wang An smiled, "How was it? Did you enjoy what you saw? Tsk tsk, there's such a big stain on the wall, I'll have to get someone to clean it up."

I was completely dumbfounded. How did he know?

"Strange? I didn't let you in on purpose. Do you think you can witness this exciting scene?" Wang An's smile remained unchanged, but his words were more terrifying than a demon's. "How does it feel to see your mother being played with and violated by your classmate? Judging from your reaction, it's quite exciting."

I wanted to retort, but I had no idea how to do so. My heart was filled with an indescribable, twisted pleasure. "Here, take a look."

I froze, staring at Wang An's phone screen that he had turned towards me. The next moment, I was filled with despair. In the picture, I was hunched over by the window, one hand pulling back the curtains, the other rapidly stroking my penis between my legs—it was incredibly lewd and repulsive. "Hmph, knowing you were coming, I arranged a little something. Your attention was drawn to everything happening in the classroom, so of course you wouldn't notice this thing at the other end of the corridor,"

Wang An chuckled. "Want to show it to your mother? You look at her, she looks at you, one time each."

"No!" I let out a dying cry, my voice sharp and desperate, "No!" If my mother saw me, it would be the end.

At my most desperate moment, a sliver of clarity returned. "You... what do you want me to do?" "Smart, I don't need you to do anything. Just pretend nothing happened. I haven't had enough of this wonderful female teacher yet."

The insulting words stirred a strange ripple within me, and what followed was even more unexpected.

"Judging from your behavior today, I know you're not a good kid either. You have feelings for your own mother, don't you?" I looked up to deny it, but faced with Wang An's smiling eyes, I couldn't utter a single word.

Wang An patted my shoulder. "Do as I say, and I'll guarantee you'll be fine, and there will even be benefits."

He handed me a small bag. "Go home, you'll like it.

There'll be even more exciting things to come.

Haha!" Laughter faded away as Wang An left.

I returned home in a daze. My mother wasn't home yet. I rushed into the room, opened the bag, and was shocked by what I found inside: a sexy black pantyhose, unfolded and wrinkled, with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch area, which was particularly noticeable. I remembered that my mother had the exact same pantyhose. My heart immediately stirred. The dried marks near the crotch area undoubtedly indicated what kind of battle her owner had experienced. The thought of my mother having her pantyhose torn by Wang An and being forcibly penetrated, possibly in a sacred place like a school, reignited my lust.

I quickly turned on the computer and inserted another item, a USB drive. Sure enough, it contained a short video, only a few minutes long. My mother was kneeling in front of Wang An; the background was her office. She was sucking and rubbing a man's penis with her delicate hands, her skill indicating this wasn't her first time.

Although it was still incredibly stimulating, it wasn't the real sex I wanted to see. I was deeply disappointed, remembering Wang An's last words, "There's more to come."

I couldn't help but pull up my black pantyhose and cover my penis, the scenes of my mother's repeated orgasms in the classroom flashing through my mind.

I didn't know when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, feeling listless, I was scolded by my mother. Unaware of the situation, she had no idea why I couldn't sleep, assuming it was due to academic pressure. So, after criticizing me, she offered words of comfort and encouragement. I lowered my head and meekly agreed. Only after we parted at school did I look up at my mother's graceful back. My mindset had begun to change. Besides the immense stimulation and temptation from those videos, a desire was surging within me; I wanted to release it, and the target of that release was naturally the woman I longed for day and night.

But I dared not. I was afraid of being discovered. I was afraid of being discovered by anyone, so I had only ever thought about it. But things soon took an unexpected and dramatic turn.



The room lights were off, only the computer screen in front of me emitted a dim fluorescent glow. I stared intently at the screen, one hand reaching down to my crotch, rapidly stroking my penis, which was encased in black lace panties. The rhythm changed constantly with the moans of a woman and the panting of a man coming through my headphones. The woman on the screen was lying on the bed, her uniform skirt lifted up, her panties gone, her snow-white buttocks raised high, a hot penis moving in and out of her vagina. The man behind her, or rather, the boy, was constantly emitting low, panting breaths, one hand supporting the woman's buttocks, occasionally slapping them, eliciting soft moans from her.

His other hand slipped inside the collar of the woman's already unbuttoned uniform shirt, constantly rubbing and kneading it. "Teacher Lin, how is it? Are you enjoying it?" the boy suddenly asked with a lewd grin.

The woman's head was buried in the pillow, her long hair cascading down her sides. Hearing this, she only let out low moans, but her large buttocks writhed even more vigorously.

"So obedient, haha, I'll make you feel even better," the boy said, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

This scene was a huge shock to me, a virgin. The woman's missing panties were now covering my penis. These used panties, soaked with the woman's vaginal fluid, fueled my fantasies. I imagined that the boy in the video fucking the woman was me. The increasing pleasure in my lower body made me gasp for breath. I wanted to make a sound, to scream, but I held back.

As the boy in the video ejaculated inside the woman amidst her screams, I also ejaculated, my eyes red. The hot semen soaked the woman's panties again, mixing with her vaginal fluid.

I stared blankly at the screen where the video had ended, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced. I wondered when I could finally insert my penis into that woman's tight, warm vagina. After resting for a moment, I quickly got up and cleaned myself, then carefully hid the underwear that exuded that captivating scent.

A while later, I heard the living room door open. I stepped out of my room, and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Her face, slightly tired but still stunningly beautiful, was adorned with a well-fitting black suit, black stockings, and black high heels, making her exceptionally alluring. It was my mother, Lin Meiying.

At that moment, my mother was bending over to take off her shoes. Her incredibly pert, round buttocks, perfectly outlined by the black suit, seemed to reveal a glimpse of what lay beneath. I quickly looked away to avoid exposing my ugliness. My mother is 38 this year, but thanks to proper maintenance and natural beauty, she remains stunningly beautiful, and I, too, am not immune to her allure.

The sound of me opening the door caught my mother's attention. She changed her shoes, looked up, and saw me. "Xiaojun, have you taken a shower?" "Yes, Mom. Why are you so late?" I asked casually.

"Oh, some students asked me questions after evening self-study, and I had some things to do in the office, so I was a little late," my mother replied. As if remembering something, my mother blushed slightly, but I, who was paying close attention to her every move, still saw it clearly.

I nodded, pretending not to care. "Then I'll go back to my room first."

"Okay, go ahead," Mom said, turning and walking towards the bathroom. "Mom's going to take a shower."

I suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom, returned to my room, and took out two items from a hidden place: the black lace panties from earlier, and another pair of black pantyhose with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch, which was very conspicuous. I gently stroked them one by one, as if caressing a woman's soft and beautiful body. A wave of indescribable pleasure surged within me. Was it pain, bitterness, or twisted pleasure? I didn't know myself, but I knew that I couldn't go back. Similarly, the woman in that video couldn't go back either.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, my mother and I went to school together. I wasn't in my mother's class; I was in Class 9, while my mother was the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher for Class 12. My home was very close to the school; it only took a few minutes to walk there. Along the way, I inhaled the alluring fragrance emanating from my mother, but I dared not show it at all.

When we arrived at school, my mother and I parted ways. Looking at my mother tightly wrapped in her clothes, her pert buttocks swaying slightly with each step, I felt that neither men nor boys could resist.

Once inside the classroom, I lay on my desk. Because of my height, I sat in the second row. My deskmate was short, just like me, and even more introverted. He was looking down at his book, but I ignored him. I opened a book and started daydreaming. A series of recent events had greatly traumatized me and completely distorted and corrupted my mindset.

At lunchtime, I walked to the cafeteria alone. Since it was just my mom and me at home now, we didn't eat lunch at home anymore. I went to the cafeteria, where my mom ate with other teachers who didn't go home for lunch. After lunch, they did activities together, and occasionally there were special activities. I secretly followed and observed them. Of course, there was more conclusive evidence, but thinking about those things, I could only smile bitterly. The person who provided me with these things was like a huge shadow covering everything, making me completely unable to muster any will to resist.

After lunch, I felt a restless urge. Although my mother's schedule was unpredictable, I couldn't resist the urge to spy on her. Having a general idea of her area, I easily found her. From a distance, I could see my mother, who had just finished eating, walking towards the office with two other female teachers, chatting and laughing.

I knew there were no activities today. In fact, even if there were, it would be difficult for me to find out. I knew this all too well.

My mother and the two equally beautiful and charming female teachers disappeared at the top of the stairs, and I turned and left, feeling disappointed.

With nowhere to go, I returned home and turned on my computer. There were two videos on it: one I'd just gotten yesterday, and another I'd gotten a little earlier, only a few minutes long. I opened the video again. In it, the same woman was kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. Judging from the background, it was an office. Although the woman was constantly sucking and swallowing the man's penis, I could still recognize her immediately as the woman from yesterday's video. While sucking and swallowing, she was also kneading and rubbing it with her delicate hands; her skill indicated this wasn't her first time.

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my rising lust. I didn't plan to do it again at noon; I'd only clicked on it because I couldn't resist reliving the moment.

In the afternoon class, I barely caught up with the gist of it. We weren't in an advanced class, just a regular one, so the teachers weren't particularly demanding. Although my mom didn't monitor me every day, she would regularly communicate with the teachers to check on my progress. And the teachers who got my mom's requests would always give me extra attention, so I couldn't skip a single minute of class, including evening self-study.

I used to eat at home, but with my dad away on long business trips and my mom getting busier and busier, she's been taking care of both lunch and dinner herself. After dinner, it was evening self-study as usual. Tonight, everything was peaceful. Compared to yesterday, my mom got home earlier tonight, even a little earlier than me, which is normal. As for last night... thinking about this, a scene from last night flashed through my mind.

After evening self-study, as I walked out of the school gate, I suddenly saw someone waving at me from across the street. I was startled, and then I saw a figure standing there who both frightened me and stirred a certain desire within me. I walked over, head down, without saying a word. The person chuckled and handed me a small bag. "Open it when you get home, you'll like it."

I stiffly took it, and when I looked up again, the person was already gone.

Back home, I opened the bag. Inside was a USB drive, and the pair of used underwear that I was so obsessed with.

Thinking about this, I felt a mixture of hatred for my own weakness, incompetence, and twisted mentality, yet an uncontrollable, perverse pleasure arose within me. The image of that familiar woman being pinned down and played with by a boy, screaming and climaxing, even skillfully performing oral sex on him, lost in desire, made my penis hard again. Damn, I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

Since I couldn't sleep, I started thinking about what had happened before.

So many things had happened in such a short time, leaving me with a multitude of thoughts, but the most vivid memory was witnessing my mother writhing and yielding under another man's crotch, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms.

It was a weekend after I was certain my mother was having an affair and after several unsuccessful attempts to follow her. My mother said she was going to work overtime at the school, but she carefully dressed up and put on makeup. Being someone who pays close attention to my mother's every move, I naturally noticed everything and left afterward.

Learning from my previous experience, this time I arrived at the school first and ran upstairs, only to find my mother's office empty. My mother told me she was working overtime with several other teachers.

My suspicions had already been there, but a glimmer of hope lingered. I found a good spot upstairs and looked down. It was Sunday, and the school was indeed nearly deserted, with only the occasional figure passing by.

I observed carefully, and after a while, I saw my mother walking towards me from a distance. Feeling a little guilty, I hid and peeked. Surprisingly, she didn't head towards the office; instead, she turned and went towards another stairwell. I was stunned. What was she doing?

I hurried downstairs and chased after her. When I reached the bottom of the building, she was gone. But in just two or three minutes, she must still be nearby.

I started searching each floor. These were all classrooms, and they were all empty. Soon I reached the second-to-last floor. The top floor only had one classroom, used for music lessons. There was an iron door guarding the hallway, and it was closed. Where could my mother have gone? Clinging to my last hope, I walked step by step to the iron gate, only to discover the problem: the gate was closed but not locked from the inside. Trembling, I reached my hand through the gap in the bars and unlocked it from the inside.

The iron gate had been used and maintained for a long time, so the sound it made when it opened was very quiet, but to me it was like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down my spine.

I quietly closed the door and went up to the rooftop. On the rooftop, I heard faint sounds coming from the classroom next door. They weren't loud, but they made me dizzy, because the low moans of a woman sounded so familiar.

I slowly made my way to the classroom door. The door was locked, and the curtains were drawn. By now, the sounds inside were much clearer.

My mother's seductive moans sent shivers down my spine, even though I'd seen plenty of porn. But another sound that occasionally broke the silence startled me.

I'd initially thought my mother was having an affair with a school leader or some teacher, but when I saw her here, I became more inclined to believe it was a school leader, because there were no male music teachers.

But what came from inside was the voice of a boy about my age, "Teacher Lin, your little hole is so tight and tender, it feels so good. I can't believe your son is the same age as me."

His mother responded with even more seductive moans and louder sounds of flesh colliding.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't have the courage to rush in and catch them in the act. The changes in my family recently had made me realize that my mother's affair might not be a simple one; rushing in would likely destroy the whole family.

An uncontrollable urge surged within me, making me frantically pace. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh inside clearly indicated that my mother was being sexually assaulted by a boy, who was very likely a student at our school.

The thought of my mother being brutally violated by one of my own students filled me with a twisted pleasure instead of anger. My lower body gradually hardened, forming a large bulge in my pants.

Suddenly, I noticed with delight that the window wasn't fully closed, revealing a two-finger-wide gap. Trembling, I slipped my finger inside and quietly pulled the curtains open slightly, bending over and peeking through with one eye.

The lewd scene before me made my blood boil. My mother was holding onto the blackboard with both hands, her plump buttocks raised high, her skirt lifted from behind, her underwear still on, simply pushed aside. A tall boy stood behind her, his huge penis constantly thrusting in and out of her vagina, drawing out streams of vaginal fluid. Occasionally, my mother would turn her head to kiss the boy intimately. Although I could only see half of his face due to the angle, I could still sense the astonishing allure on her face.

Watching my own mother constantly swaying her snow-white, tempting buttocks to meet the thrusts of my student, I could no longer restrain myself. One hand slowly reached down to my crotch and began to masturbate.

Perhaps it was because her position was tiring, or perhaps it was because the boy was giving her immense pleasure, but she quickly screamed and went limp, completely supported by the boy. Watching her beautiful body trembling, I knew she had reached orgasm. Having never experienced such stimulation before, I shuddered and ejaculated all over the wall.

I clung tightly to the window frame with my other hand to keep from slipping to the ground, but even then I couldn't see inside. I could only hear the boy's low, lewd laughter, "Teacher Lin, your stamina isn't good!" My mother didn't answer, only panting heavily. The boy inside was clearly not satisfied. Before I could catch my breath, the sounds of my mother being fucked echoed again from inside, "Teacher Lin..." "Your big breasts are so white and soft, I could play with them forever."

I rested for a moment, then quietly lifted the curtain again. Sure enough, my mother was slumped over the teacher's desk, her head drooping weakly, buried between her arms. The boy was thrusting into her from behind, each stroke deep and forceful. My mother was moaning as he fucked her, her big, white breasts being played with wantonly in his hands.

This time I finally saw the boy's face clearly. He looked familiar, but he wasn't in our class, nor in my mother's class. I knew people from those two classes; they seemed to be in the same grade. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I knew who this boy was: Wang An, one of the top students in our grade, praised by many teachers, and supposedly his family were leaders in the education bureau, or even higher.

Thinking back to what had happened at home recently, my hands and feet suddenly turned ice-cold. I seemed to understand why my mother had been pinned down and wantonly played with by this boy.

I stared blankly at everything happening inside, my mind a complete blank, but my body reacted involuntarily. When my mother moaned as the boy behind her ejaculated inside her and reached orgasm, I also ejaculated all over the wall once again.

The continuous, intense stimulation left me slumped against the wall. The inside seemed to be resting, completely still. After a moment, I heard a soft "smack" and my mother's gasp, "Teacher Lin, come and clean me up."

Then came the sound of someone sitting down. I struggled to my feet and peeked again. I had never imagined my mother would be so submissive, so utterly disrespectful. The boy was sitting in a chair, and his mother was kneeling before him, deftly using her tongue to clean the filth from his penis. Judging by her skill, she must have done this many times before.

What happened next left me even more incredulous: my mother actually swallowed all the filth! The boy seemed quite pleased, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Teacher Lin, you're becoming more and more obedient," he said.

My mother looked up with a sweet smile.

Seeing that my mother had finished cleaning up the boy, and wondering if they would come out, I quickly turned and ran downstairs. Carefully closing the iron gate, I ran down in one breath, hid in a corner, and collapsed, panting heavily.

I don't know how much time passed, but I faintly heard the sound of high heels fading away. My mother must have left. I slowly stood up.

Just then, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could react, the person was already in front of me, a huge shadow looming over me. I looked up and froze, my mind blank. It was the boy from before! I trembled all over, wanting to be angry but unable to. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter. Wang An smiled, "How was it? Did you enjoy what you saw? Tsk tsk, there's such a big stain on the wall, I'll have to get someone to clean it up."

I was completely dumbfounded. How did he know?

"Strange? I didn't let you in on purpose. Do you think you're so special that you can see this exciting scene?" Wang An's smile remained unchanged, but his words were more terrifying than a demon's. "How does it feel to see your mother being played with and violated by your classmate? Judging from your reaction, it's very exciting."

I wanted to retort, but I had no idea how to respond. My heart was filled with an indescribable, twisted pleasure. "Here, take a look."

I was stunned, looking at Wang An's phone screen that he had turned towards me. The next moment... I was filled with despair. In the image, I was hunched over by the window, one hand pulling back the curtains, the other rapidly stroking my penis between my legs—it was incredibly lewd and repulsive. "Hmph, knowing you were coming, I arranged a little something. Your attention was drawn to everything happening in the classroom, so of course you wouldn't notice this thing at the other end of the corridor,"

Wang An chuckled. "Want to show it to your mother? You look at her, she looks at you, one time each."

"No!" I let out a dying cry, my voice sharp and desperate, "No!" If my mother saw me, it would be truly the end.

At my most desperate moment, a sliver of clarity returned. "You... what do you want me to do?" "Smart, I don't need you to do anything. Just pretend nothing happened. I haven't had enough of this wonderful female teacher yet."

The insulting words stirred a strange ripple within me, and what followed was even more unexpected.

"Judging from your behavior today, I know you're not a good kid either. You have feelings for your own mother, don't you?" I looked up to deny it, but faced with Wang An's smiling eyes, I couldn't utter a single word.

Wang An patted my shoulder. "Do as I say, and I'll guarantee you'll be fine, and there will even be benefits."

He handed me a small bag. "Go home, you'll like it.

There'll be even more exciting things to come.

Haha!" Laughter faded away as Wang An left.

I returned home in a daze. My mother wasn't home yet. I rushed into the room, opened the bag, and was shocked by what I found inside: a sexy black pantyhose, unfolded and wrinkled, with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch area, which was particularly noticeable. I remembered that my mother had the exact same pantyhose. My heart immediately stirred. The dried marks near the crotch area undoubtedly indicated what kind of battle her owner had experienced. The thought of my mother having her pantyhose torn by Wang An and being forcibly penetrated, possibly in a sacred place like a school, reignited my lust.

I quickly turned on the computer and inserted another item, a USB drive. Sure enough, it contained a short video, only a few minutes long. My mother was kneeling in front of Wang An; the background was her office. She was sucking and rubbing a man's penis with her delicate hands, her skill indicating this wasn't her first time.

Although it was still incredibly stimulating, it wasn't the real sex I wanted to see. I was deeply disappointed, remembering Wang An's last words, "There's more to come."

I couldn't help but pull up my black pantyhose and cover my penis, the scenes of my mother's repeated orgasms in the classroom flashing through my mind.

I didn't know when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, feeling listless, I was scolded by my mother. Unaware of the situation, she had no idea why I couldn't sleep, assuming it was due to academic pressure. So, after criticizing me, she offered words of comfort and encouragement. I lowered my head and meekly agreed. Only after we parted at school did I look up at my mother's graceful back. My mindset had begun to change. Besides the immense stimulation and temptation from those videos, a desire was surging within me; I wanted to release it, and the target of that release was naturally the woman I longed for day and night.

But I dared not. I was afraid of being discovered. I was afraid of being discovered by anyone, so I had only ever thought about it. But things soon took an unexpected and dramatic turn.

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