College Mom

As a precocious child, I developed an interest in women in junior high school, but I didn't have any particular object of my fantasies at the time, so my closest relative, my mother, became the object of my fantasies.

Although my mother is 42 years old, she doesn't look old because she takes good care of herself. On the contrary, her skin is still very delicate. Her appearance isn't particularly beautiful; she's the kind of demure young woman who looks very dignified, somewhat like Jiang Yu. My mother's name is Kang Xin, and she is a university professor. Given her age and qualifications, it's impossible for her to have obtained this title at such a young age. Here's the problem. As far as I remember, my mother started as a lecturer, but starting from my second year of junior high, she rose through the ranks very quickly. Even after being transferred to the less demanding student affairs department, her salary and benefits actually decreased. Of course, such rapid promotions came at a price. The story begins here.

One day in my second year of junior high, my mother asked me to go with her to see the principal. She said she wanted to transfer because her current workplace was too far from home, making commuting inconvenient. She wanted to discuss with the principal whether she could transfer to a campus closer to home.

Speaking of my mother's school principal, to be honest, I didn't have a good impression of him. He was a short, old man with a droopy head, and most importantly, his yellow teeth made his smile very uncomfortable, like a smiling tiger. Later, I realized it was because his eyes were too small. I really don't know how someone with such an appearance could become a principal.

When we arrived at the principal's building, my mother suddenly told me to wait downstairs, saying she could go up by herself. I didn't think much of it, and I didn't want to see that sleazy old man anyway, so I happily wandered around downstairs. But strangely, my mother took an unusually long time to go upstairs this time, probably more than an hour. She only came down in a hurry when I couldn't wait any longer and called her.

That day, my mother was wearing a white sleeveless dress with light red flowers, flesh-colored stockings and white high heels. However, when I came down from the principal's house, I found that my mother's stockings were missing, and her two white thighs were dangling. Her hair was a little messy, and her skin was a flushed red with the aftertaste of an orgasm. When I got closer, I could smell a smell of semen. Of course, I didn't know this at the time. I just felt that my mother smelled a little strange, so I asked, "Mom, why do you smell weird?" My mother blushed slightly. "No, your principal uncle poured tea on me. Also, don't tell anyone we were here when we get back, or people will say we bribed the principal."

I nodded, seemingly understanding. "Dad can't tell either."

"No, just keep it a secret."

I promised my mother. Although I had some doubts, I was too anxious to think about it at the time. I knew they must have something going on, but since my mother wouldn't say anything, I didn't care.

Seeing the relieved smile on my mother's face all the way home, I figured she was likely going to succeed this time. There was no particular reason, she just seemed incredibly confident. Her 36D breasts swayed back and forth. If I had been a little more mature back then, I would have known she wasn't wearing a bra, and by that logic, she definitely wasn't. Sure enough

, a few days later, my mother was transferred to the campus closest to our home as the deputy head of the student affairs department, with a slight increase in salary and benefits. When she heard the news, she didn't seem surprised at all; she just ate a nice extra meal that evening. Although my workplace was closer to home, my mother seemed quite busy with work, which I found strange. Student affairs usually didn't involve much work, so I wondered why she was frequently working overtime, much like before. However, she did get her professional title promoted, which was some kind of compensation.

This went on for about six months until I entered my final year. My studies became even busier, and I went home less often, sometimes even staying at school. I usually only went home once a month to get some living expenses, spending the rest of my time studying.

One time, I needed to go home to get my study materials—materials I had been planning to get earlier but had forgotten to take in my haste. Now that I needed them, I had to go home. It was this trip home that revealed a side of my mother that I hadn't known before.

When I got home and opened the door, I found a pair of men's leather shoes by the door. They weren't my dad's; he was always away, he wouldn't be home at this hour. Even if he were coming home, he would tell me. Then I heard noises coming from my mom's room. Could it be a thief? No, no thief takes off their shoes before entering. I tiptoed over. My mom's door was ajar, and I could faintly hear panting. What was going on? I wasn't the clueless kid I was six months ago. I knew that sound only came from during sex. Peeking through the crack in the door, the passionate scene inside immediately made my blood boil. Perhaps I'm just naturally inclined to mate with my mother. I saw my mother sprawled on the bed like a dog, with a short, fat man thrusting his obscene penis rapidly inside her vagina. My mother's 36D breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth with the man's movements. I recognized him immediately as that lecherous principal. I understood why my mother had lasted over an hour six months ago, and why her hair was disheveled and her stockings were gone afterward. And it seemed she hadn't even worn underwear then; no wonder her breasts swayed so much with every step.

As I was thinking this, the principal inside thrust even harder. I noticed he seemed to have a fetish; my mother was wearing black sheer stockings I'd never seen before, creating a striking visual contrast against her snow-white skin.

The principal's thrusts were heavy and forceful, each one reaching the very bottom, eliciting moans from my mother each time.

"Easy, almost there, Principal, please be gentle, you're going to fuck me to pieces," my mother cried out, both in pain and pleasure. "

You big-breasted slut who needs to be fucked, I'm going to fuck you to death, make you seduce me with your big tits, make you dress so provocatively. Make you seduce me with your body, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten such a good position," the principal said with a lewd grin.

"She didn't seduce you on purpose. She just came to you to discuss a job transfer, and you raped her." The mother was panting and somewhat aggrieved.

"You seduced me! You seduced me! Tell me, did you seduce me?" The principal thrust even harder.

Unable to resist, Mom pleaded repeatedly, "Yes. I'm unfaithful, I'm shameless, I seduced the principal with my big breasts, I used my looks to get him to transfer me to a better job. Fuck me to death, I'm coming!" With a long cry, Mom's body trembled, and a large amount of white fluid gushed from their point of contact. Then, the principal thrust hard a few times, pressing his penis against Mom's vagina, his whole body trembling, before he leaned down and embraced Mom, falling onto the bed together. The principal's short penis slid out of Mom's vagina, bringing with it streams of white fluid, filling the room with a lewd smell.

"It's always the same, making me moan in bed. I just ejaculate inside without a care. What if I get pregnant?" Mom complained.

"I love it when you moan like that, the wilder you are, the more excited I get. If you get pregnant, give me a baby, preferably a girl, so you can keep having sex with me when it grows up." The principal kneaded Mom's full breasts while simultaneously pressing her clitoris with his other hand, each press sending shivers down Mom's spine.

"Okay, stop touching me, you've made it too big. We'll be in trouble if someone finds out. Get down, I'm going to take a shower." Mom slapped away the principal's hands that were roaming over her body, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

"Wait, let's shower together." The principal followed me into the bathroom. A short while later, I heard soft moans and my mother's lewd sounds. I stood outside the door, trembling with excitement, but I knew they were almost done. Afraid something might happen, I quietly slipped out and waited outside the house for a while. Then I saw my mother, wearing a bathrobe, see the principal out. After waiting a bit longer and calming myself down, I figured my mother had almost finished tidying up the house before I went back to the door and knocked.

"Mom, I'm back! Open the door quickly, I left my keys at school!"

My mother was clearly surprised that I was back now. There was a sound from inside the house before she opened the door for me.

"Xiaoping, why are you back? Didn't you just come back a few days ago?" Mom was a little flustered, but she tried to remain calm.

"I forgot my study materials, I'll come back and get them," I replied casually.

"You silly child, how can you be so careless? Next time you come back, call ahead. I'm home today, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get in," my mother complained.

Although I knew she was making excuses, I didn't want to call her out on it. After all, she had only succumbed to the principal's tyranny to get a job transfer, and I simply couldn't rescue her from his clutches. But don't worry, Mom, I'll definitely find a way. Of course, I couldn't say these things aloud. I went back to my room, grabbed my books, and left. I glanced at my mother's room briefly and noticed it was a mess; she hadn't tidied up yet.

"Mom, why didn't you make your bed? It's such a mess. Do you want me to tidy it up for you?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"No, no, you go to school first, don't be late. I can tidy it up myself." Mom hurriedly pushed me out the door, waved her hand, and closed it. Hearing the door close behind me, a door in my heart quietly closed as well.

I spent the rest of my time reviewing. I knew it wasn't time yet, and the heavy workload was overwhelming, leaving me no time to think about anything else.

In July, the high school entrance exam came. When I finished the last exam and walked out of the exam hall, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. I could relax now. Getting into a top high school wouldn't be a problem.

One day I came home to find I hadn't brought my keys, and my mother had gone to a party and hadn't returned yet. After waiting for more than half an hour, I got impatient and went straight to the place where my mother's colleagues were having their party—a very high-end local hotel, quite decadent indeed. After asking several staff members, I finally found the private room where my mother was; it was like a maze. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother sitting directly opposite the door, still dressed in her well-tailored work clothes. Obviously, she hadn't expected me to come looking for her. She asked me what was wrong, and I said I couldn't get in without them. My mother didn't say anything, just scolded me a little, handed me the keys, and told me to come home late and go to sleep early. I nodded. Although I knew Mom had probably gone to a hotel with the principal again, there was nothing I could do. Since my vacation started, Mom hadn't brought the principal home, though she often worked late and came home very late.

Before leaving, I overheard the head of the student affairs department where Mom worked say, "Damn it, which woman in this department haven't I slept with?" The head of their department looked like a thug; I really didn't know how someone like that could become a department head, and how someone like that could manage students. Although he was drunk when he said that, and it sounded like he was exaggerating, I took it to heart. Connecting his appearance with his usual behavior, I secretly became suspicious. Slept with everyone? That included Mom. My anger and bitterness intensified. Wasn't Mom being wantonly abused by those two scumbags? As her son, I was powerless, forced to watch her suffer.

I returned home dejectedly, turned on the computer, but didn't know what to do. My mind was filled with the image of my mother being pinned down on the desk by the section chief. I wondered how she was doing now; she was probably somewhere in a room being ravaged like a dog by the section chief. No, I couldn't wait any longer. Whether the section chief's story was true or not, I had to find out what was going on. But where to begin?

Right, I had Mom's key! Although Mom said she was working overtime, that was definitely a lie. Shouldn't I take this opportunity to investigate at the school? They must have left something behind in their department. I don't believe Mom followed the department head willingly; there must be something he has on her. That must be it. Thinking this, I stopped hesitating, put on my clothes, and hurried to Mom's school.

I had to hurry. Based on Mom's usual home time, it was 7 o'clock now, so I had three hours left. After deducting travel time, I only had about two hours left.

I rushed to Mom's school and swaggered in through the gate. Anyway, university management is very lax; no one will care who comes in or not, especially not a child like me. I've been to Mom's school several times, so I knew the way and went straight to the office building. It's holiday time, so there are fewer people at school, and even fewer in the office building. Sure enough, I didn't run into anyone on my way to my mother's office—it was like a miracle!

I used my mother's key to open the office door. It was quiet inside, and I felt a little scared, but the thought of rescuing my mother made it impossible for me to back down. I didn't dare turn on the light. After my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I could barely make out the furnishings. As usual, I went straight to the department head's computer and turned it on. I didn't expect there to be a password, but that didn't stump me. My mother had said before that the school's computer passwords were all standardized, and you could guess them from the department and number of the computer. I entered the password using that method, and sure enough, it worked on the first try.

Once I entered the desktop, there was nothing suspicious. Even the most stupid scoundrel wouldn't leave things directly on the desktop. As the section chief, his computer room was located at the very back; unless you walked right up to the computer, you couldn't see the desktop. This gave me ample reason to believe he could very well have stored things on the computer. I opened the disks one by one, examining every suspicious file, but found nothing. Could it really be nothing? Impossible, I must have missed something. Undeterred, I started searching again from the beginning, still nothing. Unsure of my initial guess, I patiently searched again. In the browsing history, I noticed a website frequently accessed. Opening it, I found it was a selfie website. Thank goodness, the account was automatically logged in. My inbox was overflowing with messages—praises of the woman, questions about who she was, and compliments like "OP, you're amazing!" I checked the list of posts the section chief had published. Initially, it seemed normal, but a selfie video post from about two weeks ago had become incredibly popular and pinned to the top. The post was titled "I've Got Another Beautiful Mature Woman, Video Proof Explained." Clicking on it led to a 3-minute video. Even though the face was blurred, I immediately recognized it as my mother's, because I know her face so well. In the video, my mother was completely naked, lying motionless on the bed, clearly drugged. A man was on top of her, thrusting repeatedly, and within three minutes, he ejaculated profusely. The man then grabbed a camera and took a close-up of my mother's genitals, still wet with semen. He then started snapping photos repeatedly. The video ended there.

Just as expected, Mom was drugged and raped by this scoundrel and then blackmailed with nude photos. Several more videos followed, most of them depicting sexual intercourse. However, Mom was conscious in all of them. Initially, she resisted, but as time went on, her resistance lessened, and she eventually gave in. One recording, titled "Blackmailing a Mature Woman with Nude Photos," was the most popular post, with thousands of replies. The content was roughly as follows: "Teacher Kang, I'll show you something."

"What is it?"

"Here."

Then came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the sound of something being torn.

"It's okay, take your time tearing them. I still have a lot left to take out."

"How did you get these?"

"You don't need to know that."

"What exactly do you want?" My mother's tone was a little stiff when she said this, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Hehe, how could someone as smart as Teacher Kang not understand what I want? To put it bluntly, I just really like Teacher Kang and want to have sex with you."

"Impossible, I'm calling the police." I wasn't even afraid of that, so why would that scoundrel be afraid?

"Go ahead and call them. It'll be good for the police to see them too, and tomorrow your nude photos will be plastered all over the school." After a dozen seconds of silence,

"Please, give me back the photos. I won't tell anyone." My mother pleaded. How could this be? Why would my mother ask such a question? Wasn't this just asking for nothing?

"Teacher Kang, that's impossible. Actually, once you sleep with me a few times, you'll know how good I am. Your husband is away all year round, you must be very lonely. Let me comfort you. Maybe if you please me, I'll give you the photos." Another silence followed.

"Is this how you'll let me go?" The mother was somewhat resigned.

"Let you go? How could you? I'm absolutely obsessed with your body." The old lecher, as expected, never strays from his true nature. After a moment of silence,

"Fine, I agree, but this matter cannot be known to anyone else." Mom finally gave in. How could Mom be so foolish? Once you agree to something like this, there's basically no way to end it, unless the section chief gets tired of you. But with Mom's looks, it's unlikely to happen so quickly.

"Hehe. Teacher Kang, you should have agreed earlier. That old bastard principal, he's having an affair with you, isn't he? If his wife hadn't returned to school early, I really wouldn't have had a chance to make a move on you. Looks like I'll have to pay him a visit sometime to thank him, haha." From this smug, lewd voice, I finally understood why my mother had changed hands. It turned out the principal's wife had ended her exchange program abroad early and returned to work at the school. No wonder he let my beautiful mother go.

The recording ended, but I couldn't calm down. Knowing the whole process of how my mother was blackmailed by the section chief, I couldn't relax. Although drugging and raping is an old trick, it always works. This section chief is no simple character. If he didn't have any leverage, getting my mother released would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

I looked at the recent posts; it was an article about a mature woman who had basically submitted and was now being "further trained," soliciting opinions. There were a lot of replies, and in the end, the "exposure" vote prevailed. It seems Mom is about to begin her exposure journey. Although my heart was breaking, I could only watch as she sank deeper and deeper into this mess. I searched again but found nothing. I silently noted down the website's name and the section chief's ID, restored the content, and left.

When I got home, Mom still wasn't back. I thought about what to do for a while, but I had no clue. It was already 10:30 PM; normally, Mom would be home by now, but today there was still no sign of her. Just as I was getting restless, I heard a sound at the door; Mom was back.

I rushed to the door and saw Mom taking off her shoes, but I couldn't see any trace of underwear on her plump buttocks that were sticking out in front of me. Could it be—the exposure had already begun? How could that scoundrel section chief be so quick?

After Mom finished changing her shoes and got up, her shirt was a little damp and had become somewhat transparent. From my angle, I could vaguely see Mom's skin, but I couldn't find a trace of underwear. My heart sank. It really had started.

"Xiaoping, why aren't you asleep yet? Aren't you going to see your classmates tomorrow? Why is the door still open?" My mother's face was slightly flushed; I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because we had just made love, or perhaps both.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to come back. Otherwise, how would you get in if I had the key?" I answered half-jokingly.

"Have you taken a shower? Go to sleep after you're done." My mother probably had something else to do, so I didn't say anything more and went back to my room.

Lying in bed, my mind was racing, but I couldn't make sense of anything. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Seeing me come downstairs, Mom turned around and said, "It'll be ready to eat in a bit." I took the opportunity to observe Mom; it was a pair of clothes she wore quite often at home, except she was wearing underwear underneath. Was I just imagining things? What happened last night? Was I seeing things? Unable to figure it out, I ate a little something after Mom finished cooking and went out. I had arranged to go shopping with a classmate today.

Unexpectedly, halfway there, that guy called and told me to turn back. His mother had dragged him out to be a porter. When I got home, I found that scoundrel, the section chief, talking to Mom in the house. I secretly hid under the window and eavesdropped.

"You didn't do what I said! Do you want nude photos to be shown to others?"

"Not at home, please? My son's home. How can I face people if he finds out? I'll wear whatever you say in private, just not at home, okay?" My mother pleaded. Hearing that she still cared about my opinion, I knew she hadn't completely fallen from grace; at least she still considered my feelings.

"Fine, you won't listen, will you? Then I don't need to keep any of my bullshit promises. I'll make you regret it." This time, the section chief didn't say anything, just uttered a harsh remark, and then left. I knew it wasn't time to go home yet, so I went out to buy some things.

After I finished shopping and wandered around for a while, it was already noon. I felt it was about time to go home. When I arrived at the entrance of the residential complex, I found a large crowd gathered around the bulletin board; something interesting must have happened. I squeezed through the crowd and saw a nude photo of a woman. Although her face was blurred, I recognized it as my mother's picture. The neighbors all looked disgusted, constantly calling her a disgrace, a slut, and shameless. The children were being taken home by their parents. I didn't dare linger and hurried home.

Inside, I found my mother making lunch; judging from her expression, she seemed unaware of what had happened. Seeing me come in, she asked, "Xiaoping, why are there so many people on the bulletin board? Is there any new announcement?"

I stammered, unsure how to answer. My mother asked again, "What's wrong? Didn't you see it? Never mind, I'll go see it myself later." Afraid that my mother might be recognized, since she'd lived here for so long, I quickly tried to sound casual and said, "Nothing, I just don't know where..." "Some scoundrel posted a nude photo of a woman on the door. It's so immoral!"

Upon hearing the mention of the nude photo, Mom visibly trembled, but quickly regained her composure and said casually, "Really? People these days are so immoral. Posting that kind of thing on the door, you should complain to the property management." Although she said it aloud, a closer listen revealed a hint of panic.

A while later, Mom hurriedly served the food, told me to eat first, and went into her bedroom to make a phone call. I pretended to agree, and then, after Mom closed the door, I eavesdropped through the door. Luckily, the house was old and the soundproofing wasn't very good; I could barely hear her talking.

"How could you do this? How could I face anyone if people found out?" Mom said angrily.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. After a while, Mom replied, "Please don't do this. I'll agree to whatever you want to do in private, but not here, okay?" There was another silence.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, but you absolutely can't post my photos everywhere anymore."

Then there was the sound of the phone being hung up, followed by the sound of Mom opening the wardrobe. Had Mom finally agreed to accept the exhibitionist training? I felt powerless, but there was nothing I could do. I could only go back to the dining table and eat.

The food that used to be delicious now tasted like chewing wax, but what could I do? I can't fight the section chief now, but he has my mother's nude photos. I'd have to consider the consequences if I forced my way in, unless we decided to leave. But where could we go? My mother must have considered this too when she agreed to sacrifice herself. If things were exposed, not only her, but I wouldn't be able to live either. My father might even divorce my mother. No one wants that.

After a while, my mother opened the door, no longer wearing a nightgown. She wore a black, low-cut, knee-length tulle dress, revealing a patch of white breasts. A matching belt cinched her waist, creating an S-shape. The erect nipples were faintly visible on her high breasts. Since she had agreed to the section chief's request, she was probably wearing nothing underneath. She also wore black stockings. She looked stunning, but I knew that such revealing clothing would need to be retired soon, otherwise it wouldn't meet the section chief's requirement for exposure.

My mother sat down opposite me and said, "Xiaoping, I'm going out for a bit. Leave the bowls behind when you're done eating; I'll wash them when I get back tonight. If you're going out this afternoon, remember to lock the door and take your key."

I hummed in agreement and continued eating. My mother ate a few bites and then put down her chopsticks, saying, "I'm going out now. Remember what I said? If you're not coming back to cook dinner tonight, you can eat out." With that, she put on her high heels and left.

I lost my appetite. I went to my mother's bathroom and, sure enough, saw a set of underwear she had just changed out of in the laundry basket, still warm from her body—the same set of pajamas I had seen her wearing that morning.

The underwear in front of me confirmed my earlier guess. I thought uneasily, "Mom, how long can you resist?" To be continued...

For

a precocious child like me, I developed an interest in women in junior high school, but at that time I didn't have any particular object of fantasy, so my closest relative, my mother, became the object of my fantasies.

Although my mother was 42 years old, she didn't look old because she took care of herself. On the contrary, her skin was still very delicate. Her looks weren't particularly striking; she had the dignified, respectable look of a young married woman, somewhat resembling Jiang Yu. My mother's name was Kang Xin, and she was a university professor. Given her age and qualifications, it was impossible for her to have obtained this title at such a young age. Here's the problem. As far as I remember, my mother started as a lecturer, but starting from my second year of junior high, she rose through the ranks very quickly. Even after being transferred to the less demanding student affairs department, her salary and benefits actually decreased. Of course, such rapid promotions came at a price. The story begins here.

One day in my second year of junior high, my mother asked me to go with her to see the principal. She said she wanted to transfer because her current workplace was too far from home, making commuting inconvenient. She wanted to discuss with the principal whether she could transfer to a campus closer to home.

Speaking of my mother's school principal, to be honest, I didn't have a good impression of him. He was a short, old man with a droopy head, and most importantly, his yellow teeth made his smile very uncomfortable, like a smiling tiger. Later, I realized it was because his eyes were too small. I really don't know how someone with such an appearance could become a principal.

When we arrived at the principal's building, my mother suddenly told me to wait downstairs, saying she could go up by herself. I didn't think much of it, and I didn't want to see that sleazy old man anyway, so I happily wandered around downstairs. But strangely, my mother took an unusually long time to go upstairs this time, probably more than an hour. She only came down in a hurry when I couldn't wait any longer and called her.

That day, my mother was wearing a white sleeveless dress with light red flowers, flesh-colored stockings and white high heels. However, when I came down from the principal's house, I found that my mother's stockings were missing, and her two white thighs were dangling. Her hair was a little messy, and her skin was a flushed red with the aftertaste of an orgasm. When I got closer, I could smell a smell of semen. Of course, I didn't know this at the time. I just felt that my mother smelled a little strange, so I asked, "Mom, why do you smell weird?" My mother blushed slightly. "No, your principal uncle poured tea on me. Also, don't tell anyone we were here when we get back, or people will say we bribed the principal."

I nodded, seemingly understanding. "Dad can't tell either."

"No, just keep it a secret."

I promised my mother. Although I had some doubts, I was too anxious to think about it at the time. I knew they must have something going on, but since my mother wouldn't say anything, I didn't care.

Seeing the relieved smile on my mother's face all the way home, I figured she was likely going to succeed this time. There was no particular reason, she just seemed incredibly confident. Her 36D breasts swayed back and forth. If I had been a little more mature back then, I would have known she wasn't wearing a bra, and by that logic, she definitely wasn't. Sure enough

, a few days later, my mother was transferred to the campus closest to our home as the deputy head of the student affairs department, with a slight increase in salary and benefits. When she heard the news, she didn't seem surprised at all; she just ate a nice extra meal that evening. Although my workplace was closer to home, my mother seemed quite busy with work, which I found strange. Student affairs usually didn't involve much work, so I wondered why she was frequently working overtime, much like before. However, she did get her professional title promoted, which was some kind of compensation.

This went on for about six months until I entered my final year. My studies became even busier, and I went home less often, sometimes even staying at school. I usually only went home once a month to get some living expenses, spending the rest of my time studying.

One time, I needed to go home to get my study materials—materials I had been planning to get earlier but had forgotten to take in my haste. Now that I needed them, I had to go home. It was this trip home that revealed a side of my mother that I hadn't known before.

When I got home and opened the door, I found a pair of men's leather shoes by the door. They weren't my dad's; he was always away, he wouldn't be home at this hour. Even if he were coming home, he would tell me. Then I heard noises coming from my mom's room. Could it be a thief? No, no thief takes off their shoes before entering. I tiptoed over. My mom's door was ajar, and I could faintly hear panting. What was going on? I wasn't the clueless kid I was six months ago. I knew that sound only came from during sex. Peeking through the crack in the door, the passionate scene inside immediately made my blood boil. Perhaps I'm just naturally inclined to mate with my mother. I saw my mother sprawled on the bed like a dog, with a short, fat man thrusting his obscene penis rapidly inside her vagina. My mother's 36D breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth with the man's movements. I recognized him immediately as that lecherous principal. I understood why my mother had lasted over an hour six months ago, and why her hair was disheveled and her stockings were gone afterward. And it seemed she hadn't even worn underwear then; no wonder her breasts swayed so much with every step.

As I was thinking this, the principal inside thrust even harder. I noticed he seemed to have a fetish; my mother was wearing black sheer stockings I'd never seen before, creating a striking visual contrast against her snow-white skin.

The principal's thrusts were heavy and forceful, each one reaching the very bottom, eliciting moans from my mother each time.

"Easy, almost there, Principal, please be gentle, you're going to fuck me to pieces," my mother cried out, both in pain and pleasure. "

You big-breasted slut who needs to be fucked, I'm going to fuck you to death, make you seduce me with your big tits, make you dress so provocatively. Make you seduce me with your body, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten such a good position," the principal said with a lewd grin.

"She didn't seduce you on purpose. She just came to you to discuss a job transfer, and you raped her." The mother was panting and somewhat aggrieved.

"You seduced me! You seduced me! Tell me, did you seduce me?" The principal thrust even harder.

Unable to resist, Mom pleaded repeatedly, "Yes. I'm unfaithful, I'm shameless, I seduced the principal with my big breasts, I used my looks to get him to transfer me to a better job. Fuck me to death, I'm coming!" With a long cry, Mom's body trembled, and a large amount of white fluid gushed from their point of contact. Then, the principal thrust hard a few times, pressing his penis against Mom's vagina, his whole body trembling, before he leaned down and embraced Mom, falling onto the bed together. The principal's short penis slid out of Mom's vagina, bringing with it streams of white fluid, filling the room with a lewd smell.

"It's always the same, making me moan in bed. I just ejaculate inside without a care. What if I get pregnant?" Mom complained.

"I love it when you moan like that, the wilder you are, the more excited I get. If you get pregnant, give me a baby, preferably a girl, so you can keep having sex with me when it grows up." The principal kneaded Mom's full breasts while simultaneously pressing her clitoris with his other hand, each press sending shivers down Mom's spine.

"Okay, stop touching me, you've made it too big. We'll be in trouble if someone finds out. Get down, I'm going to take a shower." Mom slapped away the principal's hands that were roaming over her body, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

"Wait, let's shower together." The principal followed me into the bathroom. A short while later, I heard soft moans and my mother's lewd sounds. I stood outside the door, trembling with excitement, but I knew they were almost done. Afraid something might happen, I quietly slipped out and waited outside the house for a while. Then I saw my mother, wearing a bathrobe, see the principal out. After waiting a bit longer and calming myself down, I figured my mother had almost finished tidying up the house before I went back to the door and knocked.

"Mom, I'm back! Open the door quickly, I left my keys at school!"

My mother was clearly surprised that I was back now. There was a sound from inside the house before she opened the door for me.

"Xiaoping, why are you back? Didn't you just come back a few days ago?" Mom seemed flustered, but she tried to remain calm.

"I forgot my study materials, so I came back to get them," I replied casually.

"You silly child, how can you be so careless? Next time you come back, call ahead. I'm home today, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get in," Mom complained.

Although I knew Mom was making excuses, I didn't want to call her out on it. After all, Mom had only succumbed to the principal's tyranny to get a job transfer. It's just that I don't have the power to rescue her from the principal's clutches right now. But don't worry, Mom, I'll definitely find a way. Of course, I couldn't say these things aloud. I went back to my room, grabbed my books, and left. I glanced at my mother's room briefly and noticed it was a mess; she hadn't tidied

it up yet. "Mom, why didn't you make your bed? It's so messy. Do you want me to help you?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"No, no, you go to school first. Don't be late. I can tidy up myself," my mother hurriedly pushed me out the door, waved, and closed it. Hearing the door close behind me, a door in my heart quietly closed as well.

I spent the rest of my time studying. I knew it wasn't the right time yet, and the heavy workload was overwhelming, leaving me no time to think about anything else.

In July, after finishing the last exam of the middle school entrance exam, I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out of the exam hall. It was finally over; I could relax now. Getting into a top high school was no problem.

One day, I came home to find I hadn't brought my keys, and my mother had gone to a party and hadn't returned yet. After waiting for more than half an hour, I became impatient and went straight to the place where my mother's colleagues were having their party—a very high-end local hotel, quite decadent indeed. I asked several staff members before finally finding my mother's private room, which was like a maze. Upon entering, I immediately saw my mother, still dressed in her well-tailored work attire, sitting directly opposite the entrance. Clearly, she hadn't expected me to come looking for her. She asked what I needed, and I said I couldn't get in without them. My mother didn't say anything, just scolded me a little, handed me the keys, and told me to go to bed early and come home late. I nodded. Although I knew my mother had probably gone to a hotel with the principal again, there was nothing I could do. Since my vacation started, my mother hadn't brought the principal home, though she often worked late at school.

Before leaving, I overheard the head of my mother's student affairs department say, "Damn it, which woman in this department haven't I slept with?" My mother's department head looked like a thug. I really didn't know how someone like that could become a department head, and how someone like that could manage students? Although he was drunk when he said that, and it sounded like he was just bragging, I took it to heart. Considering his appearance and usual behavior, I became suspicious. "He's taken everyone under the table?" That included Mom. My anger and bitterness intensified. Wasn't Mom being wantonly abused by two scumbags? As her son, I was powerless to stop it, forced to watch her suffer.

I returned home dejectedly, turned on the computer, but didn't know what to do. My mind was filled with the image of Mom being pinned down on the desk by the section chief. I wondered how she was doing now; she was probably somewhere in a room being treated like a dog by the section chief. No, I couldn't wait any longer. Whether the section chief's words were true or not, I had to find out what really happened. But where to begin?

Right, I have Mom's key! Even though Mom said she was working overtime tonight, that's definitely a lie. Shouldn't I take this opportunity to investigate at the school? There must be something left in their department. I don't believe Mom willingly followed the department head; there must be some leverage he has over her. That must be it. Thinking this, I stopped hesitating, got dressed, and hurried to Mom's school. I had

to hurry. Based on Mom's usual home time, it was 7 pm now, three hours left. After deducting travel time, I only had about two hours left.

I rushed to my mother's school and swaggered in through the entrance. University security is lax; nobody cares who's inside, especially a kid like me. I'd been to my mother's school several times before, so I knew my way around and headed straight for the office building. It was holiday time, so there were few people at school, and even fewer in the office building. Sure enough, I didn't run into anyone until I reached my mother's office—it was like a miracle! I

used my mother's key to open the office door. It was quiet inside, and I felt a little scared, but the thought of rescuing my mother prevented me from backing down. I didn't dare turn on the light. After my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I could barely make out the furnishings. As usual, I went straight to the section chief's computer and turned it on. I hadn't expected it to have a password, but that didn't stump me. My mother had said before that school computer passwords were standardized, and you could guess them from the department and

computer number. I entered the password using that method, and sure enough, it worked on the first try. There was nothing suspicious on the desktop. Even the most stupid person wouldn't leave things directly on the desktop. As the section chief, his computer room was located at the very back; unless you walked right up to the computer, you wouldn't be able to see the desktop. This gave me ample reason to believe he could have stored things on it. I opened the disks and searched through them one by one, checking every suspicious file. Nothing. Could it really be nothing? "Impossible, I must have missed something." Undeterred, I started searching again from the beginning, but still nothing. I couldn't help but doubt my guess, so I patiently searched once more. In the browsing history, I saw a website that was frequently accessed. Opening it, I found it was a selfie website. Thank goodness, the account was automatically logged in. My inbox was overflowing with messages—praises of the woman, questions about who she was, and compliments like "OP, you're amazing!" I opened the list of posts the section chief had made. At first, there wasn't much, but a selfie video post from about two weeks ago had been consistently pinned to the top. The post was titled "I've Got Another Beautiful Mature Woman, Video Proof Explained." Clicking on it led to a 3-minute video. Even though the face was blurred, I immediately recognized it as my mother's, because I know her face so well. In the video, my mother was completely naked, lying motionless on the bed, clearly drugged. A man was on top of her, thrusting repeatedly, and within three minutes, he ejaculated profusely. The man then grabbed a camera and took a close-up of my mother's genitals, still wet with semen. He then started snapping photos repeatedly. The video ended there.

Just as expected, Mom was drugged and raped by this scoundrel and then blackmailed with nude photos. Several more videos followed, most of them depicting sexual intercourse. However, Mom was conscious in all of them. Initially, she resisted, but as time went on, her resistance lessened, and she eventually gave in. One recording, titled "Blackmailing a Mature Woman with Nude Photos," was the most popular post, with thousands of replies. The content was roughly as follows: "Teacher Kang, I'll show you something."

"What is it?"

"Here."

Then came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the sound of something being torn.

"It's okay, take your time tearing them. I still have a lot left to take out."

"How did you get these?"

"You don't need to know that."

"What exactly do you want?" My mother's tone was a little stiff when she said this, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Hehe, how could someone as smart as Teacher Kang not understand what I want? To put it bluntly, I just really like Teacher Kang and want to have sex with you."

"Impossible, I'm calling the police." I wasn't even afraid of that, so why would that scoundrel be afraid?

"Go ahead and call them. It'll be good for the police to see them too, and tomorrow your nude photos will be plastered all over the school." After a dozen seconds of silence,

"Please, give me back the photos. I won't tell anyone." My mother pleaded. How could this be? Why would my mother ask such a question? Wasn't this just asking for nothing?

"Teacher Kang, that's impossible. Actually, once you sleep with me a few times, you'll know how amazing I am. Your husband is away all year round, you must be very lonely. Let me comfort you. Maybe if you please me, I'll give you the photos." Another silence followed.

"Will this make you let me go?" Mom was starting to give in.

"Let you go? How could you? I'm completely obsessed with your body." The old lecher, as expected, couldn't stop talking about his true nature. After a moment of silence,

"Fine, I agree, but this matter can't be known by anyone else." Mom finally gave in. How could Mom be so foolish? Once you agree to something like this, there's basically no way to end it, unless the section chief gets tired of you. But with Mom's looks, it's unlikely to end so quickly.

"Hehe. Teacher Kang, you should have agreed earlier. That old bastard principal, he's having an affair with you, isn't he? If his wife hadn't returned to school early, I really wouldn't have had a chance to make a move on you. Looks like I'll have to pay him a visit sometime to thank him, haha." From this smug, lewd voice, I finally understood why my mother had changed hands. It turned out the principal's wife had ended her exchange program abroad early and returned to work at the school. No wonder he let my beautiful mother go.

The recording ended, but I couldn't calm down. Knowing the whole process of how my mother was blackmailed by the section chief, I couldn't relax. Although drugging and raping is an old trick, it always works. This section chief is no simple character. If he didn't have any leverage, getting my mother released would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

I looked at the recent posts; it was an article about a mature woman who had basically submitted and was now being "further trained," soliciting opinions. There were a lot of replies, and in the end, the "exposure" vote prevailed. It seems Mom is about to begin her exposure journey. Although my heart was breaking, I could only watch as she sank deeper and deeper into this mess. I searched again but found nothing. I silently noted down the website's name and the section chief's ID, restored the content, and left.

When I got home, Mom still wasn't back. I thought about what to do for a while, but I had no clue. It was already 10:30 PM; normally, Mom would be home by now, but today there was still no sign of her. Just as I was getting restless, I heard a sound at the door; Mom was back.

I rushed to the door and saw Mom taking off her shoes, but I couldn't see any trace of underwear on her plump buttocks that were sticking out in front of me. Could it be—the exposure had already begun? How could that scoundrel section chief be so quick?

After Mom finished changing her shoes and got up, her shirt was a little damp and had become somewhat transparent. From my angle, I could vaguely see Mom's skin, but I couldn't find a trace of underwear. My heart sank. It really had started.

"Xiaoping, why aren't you asleep yet? Aren't you going to see your classmates tomorrow? Why is the door still open?" My mother's face was slightly flushed; I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because we had just made love, or perhaps both.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to come back. Otherwise, how would you get in if I had the key?" I answered half-jokingly.

"Have you taken a shower? Go to sleep after you're done." My mother probably had something else to do, so I didn't say anything more and went back to my room.

Lying in bed, my mind was racing, but I couldn't make sense of anything. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Seeing me come downstairs, Mom turned around and said, "It'll be ready to eat in a bit." I took the opportunity to observe Mom; it was a pair of clothes she wore quite often at home, except she was wearing underwear underneath. Was I just imagining things? What happened last night? Was I seeing things? Unable to figure it out, I ate a little something after Mom finished cooking and went out. I had arranged to go shopping with a classmate today.

Unexpectedly, halfway there, that guy called and told me to turn back. His mother had dragged him out to be a porter. When I got home, I found that scoundrel, the section chief, talking to Mom in the house. I secretly hid under the window and eavesdropped.

"You didn't do what I said! Do you want nude photos to be shown to others?"

"Not at home, please? My son's home. How can I face people if he finds out? I'll wear whatever you say in private, just not at home, okay?" My mother pleaded. Hearing that she still cared about my opinion, I knew she hadn't completely fallen from grace; at least she still considered my feelings.

"Fine, you won't listen, will you? Then I don't need to keep any of my bullshit promises. I'll make you regret it." This time, the section chief didn't say anything, just uttered a harsh remark, and then left. I knew it wasn't time to go home yet, so I went out to buy some things.

After I finished shopping and wandered around for a while, it was already noon. I felt it was about time to go home. When I arrived at the entrance of the residential complex, I found a large crowd gathered around the bulletin board; something interesting must have happened. I squeezed through the crowd and saw a nude photo of a woman. Although her face was blurred, I recognized it as my mother's picture. The neighbors all looked disgusted, constantly calling her a disgrace, a slut, and shameless. The children were being taken home by their parents. I didn't dare linger and hurried home.

Inside, I found my mother making lunch; judging from her expression, she seemed unaware of what had happened. Seeing me come in, she asked, "Xiaoping, why are there so many people on the bulletin board? Is there any new announcement?"

I stammered, unsure how to answer. My mother asked again, "What's wrong? Didn't you see it? Never mind, I'll go see it myself later." Afraid that my mother might be recognized, since she'd lived here for so long, I quickly tried to sound casual and said, "Nothing, I just don't know where..." "Some scoundrel posted a nude photo of a woman on the door. It's so immoral!"

Upon hearing the mention of the nude photo, Mom visibly trembled, but quickly regained her composure and said casually, "Really? People these days are so immoral. Posting that kind of thing on the door, you should complain to the property management." Although she said it aloud, a closer listen revealed a hint of panic.

A while later, Mom hurriedly served the food, told me to eat first, and went into her bedroom to make a phone call. I pretended to agree, and then, after Mom closed the door, I eavesdropped through the door. Luckily, the house was old and the soundproofing wasn't very good; I could barely hear her talking.

"How could you do this? How could I face anyone if people found out?" Mom said angrily.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. After a while, Mom replied, "Please don't do this. I'll agree to whatever you want to do in private, but not here, okay?" There was another silence.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, but you absolutely can't post my photos everywhere anymore."

Then there was the sound of the phone being hung up, followed by the sound of Mom opening the wardrobe. Had Mom finally agreed to accept the exhibitionist training? I felt powerless, but there was nothing I could do. I could only go back to the dining table and eat.

The food that used to be delicious now tasted like chewing wax, but what could I do? I can't fight the section chief now, but he has my mother's nude photos. I'd have to consider the consequences if I forced my way in, unless we decided to leave. But where could we go? My mother must have considered this too when she agreed to sacrifice herself. If things were exposed, not only her, but I wouldn't be able to live either. My father might even divorce my mother. No one wants that.

After a while, my mother opened the door, no longer wearing a nightgown. She wore a black, low-cut, knee-length tulle dress, revealing a patch of white breasts. A matching belt cinched her waist, creating an S-shape. The erect nipples were faintly visible on her high breasts. Since she had agreed to the section chief's request, she was probably wearing nothing underneath. She also wore black stockings. She looked stunning, but I knew that such revealing clothing would need to be retired soon, otherwise it wouldn't meet the section chief's requirement for exposure.

My mother sat down opposite me and said, "Xiaoping, I'm going out for a bit. Leave your bowls behind when you're done eating; I'll wash them when I get back tonight. If you're going out this afternoon, remember to lock the door and take your key."

I hummed in agreement and continued eating. My mother ate a few bites and then put down her chopsticks, saying, "I'm going out now. Remember what I said? If you're not coming back to cook dinner tonight, you can eat out." With that, my mother put on her high heels and left.

I lost my appetite and went to my mother's bathroom. Sure enough, there was a set of underwear in the laundry basket, still warm from her body—the very same set I'd seen her wearing that morning.

The underwear confirmed my suspicions. A sense of unease crept into my heart. "Mom, how much longer can you resist?" I thought.

To be continued...

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/125447.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=125447&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Story of Three

Next Page : Brother and sister

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

College Mom

comment Open a new window to view comments