My mature mother teacher

Chapter 1
My name is Zhang Ming, I am 14 years old, and I live in a coastal city in the south. I am
a student at the Third Municipal Middle School, currently in my second year of junior high. Like most people, I have neither outstanding looks nor
excellent grades. I was born into a moderately wealthy family with an honest and hardworking father and
a strict mother. My father is a researcher at a scientific research institution, and he is always engrossed in his work,
often neglecting my mother and me, so I don't have a very deep connection with him. My mother, on the other hand, is a great
teacher. Perhaps it's because she is a mother, or perhaps it's because of her role as a teacher,
but although she is often with me, she is very strict with me. I rarely get to snuggle in my
mother's . So, from a young age, I have been rather withdrawn. The only thing I'm proud of is my
academic performance. Although I wouldn't call myself outstanding, under my mother's strict requirements, I'm still in the top ten of my class. Especially in
chemistry, I'm definitely at the top of the class.
Over the years, my father has rarely cared about my grades or my life, so my mother has become almost my entire
world . Although I rarely see my mother happily praising me, I still
study hard, hoping to earn her care and make her proud. I love
my mother very much, an extraordinary love, because she is so charming. My mother's name is
Zheng Yingli , she is 36 years old, and she is a chemistry teacher at my school. We just started chemistry classes this year, so
I've only been listening to her lectures for a little over two months.
Speaking of my mother, she's no ordinary beauty. She's 170 cm tall,
has shapely legs, a firm chest, a round bottom, and long, flowing hair that she often wears in a bun for work
. She's practically my goddess. I've spent most of my life with my mother since I was little.
My father would sometimes be away from home for months at a time when he was working on research projects. You could say my mother is my everything. Before, my
feelings for my mother were just those of a son for his mother. But since starting middle school, my body has started to develop, and I've begun
to understand things between men and women. I've also occasionally looked at pornographic websites. Plus, my mother often
appears at school dressed like an office lady—high heels, stockings, and a business suit. Sometimes, when she's doing chemistry experiments, she
'll wear a white lab coat over her clothes. She looks just like a female doctor in a Japanese adult film, which makes me completely infatuated.
My classmates often talked about my mother, and some delinquents even asked me if I fantasized about her
. I would blush, but I knew they were telling the truth. I did
fantasize about my mother, especially about her alluring legs. Plus, she always wore high heels and stockings, which made me
incredibly aroused. Every night I would masturbate in bed, calling out my mother's name, but
after I felt a sense of loss. My mother was just my mother, belonging to my father, not me.
I always thought this ordinary life would continue, but I never imagined that
my peaceful life would be shattered one day…
…
“Wang Qiang! What are you doing?” An angry reprimand rang out in the classroom.
Immediately, a beautiful, tall figure stormed down from the podium and stood
before the student named Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang's attention was completely focused on the incestuous comic book. Before
he could react, a pair of fair, delicate hands snatched the book from his hands.
"Teacher, um... I..." Wang Qiang stammered, trying to explain as he stood up
and snatched the book from her hands.
"I want to see what you're reading in chemistry class, not paying attention!" she said,
her beautiful eyes fixed on the book she'd taken. The headline "Incestuous Mother-Son Series"
immediately caught her eye.
Her face flushed crimson. She couldn't believe how precocious middle school students were these days,
reading such vulgar and shameless books. No, she had to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he'd think that
just because his family had some money, he could become lawless.
"Teacher Zheng, this book... isn't... mine!"
"Wang Qiang! This is outrageous! Look at you! What kind of student are you?
Reading porn in chemistry class? I'm going to call your parents!" Teacher Zheng scolded Wang Qiang angrily, her face
contorted .
All the students in the class turned to look at him. Wang Qiang's expression was far from pleasant. He said,
"Yes, Teacher Zheng, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again next time." At the same time, he clenched his fists tightly,
making a "crackling" sound.
Teacher Zheng, with a slightly smug look on her beautiful face, glanced at Wang Qiang
disdainfully and said, "Sit down first, we'll talk after class." Then, she gracefully returned to
the podium. In front of the whole class, she earnestly lectured, "Classmates, I know you
are puberty, but..."
Wang Qiang didn't listen to what Teacher Zheng was saying on the podium; he only
stared at the beautiful figure on the podium, clenching his fists tightly.
...
After class, Zheng Yingli returned to her office with the confiscated pornographic book. This afternoon, her
chemistry class was the last period, so when she returned to the office, the other teachers were already packing up
to leave. "Teacher Zheng, are you leaving now? Let's go together." "A colleague
asked.
"Oh, no, you guys go back first. I still need to finish grading the students' homework before I leave."
"Okay, then we'll go first."
After her colleagues left, Zheng Yingli finally sat down with peace of mind and began to grade the homework seriously
...
As she finished grading the last homework, she gently stretched her beautiful waistline. She
gently massaged her smooth shoulders. Perhaps because she had been sitting for a long time, her neck was a little
sore, and she subconsciously twisted her neck. At this moment, a book caught her eye. The cover was lewd, a
mother and son having sex, an incestuous comic. Having been raised with strict discipline, she had hardly ever been exposed to pornography.
Culture, she usually treated sex with her husband as a routine,
and she never imagined that a mother could have an incestuous relationship with her son. She
couldn't help but scoff at such a thing. However, a sense of curiosity compelled her to open the book and see
what it was about.
Too tired, she thought, she'd rest for a bit, read for a while, see what it was all about, and then go home. With
that decision, she reached for the book. Slowly, she opened it… …
Wang
Qiang, who had just entered the second year of junior high school, encountered something incredibly unlucky: he
was caught reading pornography in class by his chemistry teacher, Zheng Yingli. Chemistry was a new class in the second year of junior high school,
and Wang Qiang liked it. It wasn't because he loved studying or because chemistry was particularly interesting, but simply because he
was captivated the first time he saw the chemistry teacher, Zheng Yingli. Wang Qiang's father was a businessman, so his family was very
wealthy. Wang Qiang was also quite precocious and had been exposed to pornography at a young age. Last month, he even used his
allowance to visit a prostitute. Although he was only 14 years old and only 1.58 meters tall,
he ate well due to his family's circumstances, and all the nutrition went into his penis, which was now about
11 centimeters erect. Although it wasn't big enough to satisfy those prostitutes, it was already quite
good compared to his peers, which was something Wang Qiang was proud of. Moreover, Wang Qiang had a hobby: he liked mature women,
especially tall ones. He felt that it gave him, a short kid, a great
sense of conquest when he was with them. The prostitute he used when he lost his virginity was a woman in her thirties. Whenever he thought about himself
, the little boy, thrusting hard on top of that mature woman who was a full 170cm tall, looking at
her expression and listening to her moans, he knew that they were fake expressions and fake moans to satisfy the customer,
but he felt very satisfied.
So, the moment Wang Qiang saw Teacher Zheng at the start of the school year, he was captivated by her. In fact
, it wasn't just Wang Qiang; practically every male in the school was infatuated with Teacher Zheng. Standing at a full 170 centimeters,
Zheng Yingli was the tallest female teacher in the school, with an exceptionally outstanding figure: a firm bust,
a round, full bottom, and a captivating sway as she walked. Add to that her long, shapely legs, and the fact that she often
wore business attire with stockings and high heels, along with gold-rimmed glasses, and her
usually
serious demeanor that exuded a cold and aloof elegance, she was practically the object of every man's sexual fantasy in the school. Conquering such a woman was incredibly satisfying, and Wang Qiang was no exception. During chemistry class, Wang Qiang was very
attentive , but not in class; instead, he was watching Teacher Zheng, admiring her sexy lips, beautiful face, and especially her
long, stockinged legs. It drove the young Wang Qiang wild with desire. After each chemistry class,
Wang Qiang would find a secluded spot to masturbate and release his pent-up energy.
Today, Wang Qiang got a comic book about incest between a mother and son from a friend. Since he's attracted to mature women, he
started reading it after class and became completely engrossed. Chemistry class went on for a long time
without him noticing, until Teacher Zheng discovered him, leading to the scene at the beginning. Wang Qiang's father
is a businessman and a very strict father, so he absolutely couldn't let his father find out. If the teacher told
his father , he'd be doomed. Whether it was out of fear of his father finding out or to avoid
being judged, Wang Qiang was determined to
steal the book from the office after school.
Finally, school ended, and Wang Qiang went to the back of the school building. Since the office was on the first floor, he planned to
peek through the window. If no one was there, he'd climb in and steal the book. The office lights were still on.
He cautiously peered into the office through the window, and the scene before him startled him… …
When
Zheng Yingli opened the book, she was suddenly drawn in by the various incestuous stories involving mothers and sons
. Having grown up with strict family rules, she had never imagined that such a taboo word as incest could evoke
such intense stimulation. She gradually became captivated by the plots, drawn in by the detailed
descriptions . Her once calm heart was now in turmoil. She looked down at her own legs;
she had always been proud of her long legs. Whenever she wore stockings and
looked in the mirror , she felt incredibly sexy. But her husband seemed like a
clueless fool; his wife had such a figure, yet all he did was work, work, work.
He never paid attention to her feelings. Now, thinking back, she realized she probably hadn't made love to her husband in a long time.
Zheng Yingli's slender hands unconsciously caressed her fair thighs, stroking
the feel of the stockings against her skin. Why couldn't he just caress her beautiful legs properly? Perhaps that would make her
happy. Thinking this, her body slowly began to heat up. Her small hands involuntarily reached
under her skirt...
Wang
Qiang was stunned by what he saw. He saw Teacher Zheng sitting in her office chair
, her long legs slightly parted. Her flesh-colored stockings were pulled down to her knees, revealing
a large expanse of snow-white skin on her thighs. At this moment, one hand unbuttoned the collar of her shirt and reached inside, constantly
caressing her high, firm breasts. The other hand reached under her skirt, reaching inside her short skirt and rubbing incessantly inside
her white silk panties.
A blush crept across her beautiful face, her eyes glazed over as she stared at
the obscene images in the erotic comic book on the desk. She writhed her round, full buttocks, moaning softly with ecstasy.
Whispers escaped her lips, "Xiaoming, Mommy loves you...don't stop...
keep going ..."
Although Wang Qiang had frequented brothels and seen many erotic books and films, seeing
his caused a brief mental lapse.
He was especially excited when he saw Zheng's long legs spread wide. He watched her every move intently
while simultaneously placing his hand in his trousers and rubbing his swollen penis. He had never imagined...
He'd seen it before. The usually dignified and aloof Ms. Zheng was now acting like a slut, secretly masturbating in
her office . Today in class, she'd righteously reprimanded him for reading pornography, but
now she was doing something shameful in her office.
What a slut, a whore who needs to be fucked. Thinking this, Wang Qiang
increased more vigorously.
Watching Ms. Zheng ecstatically masturbating in the office, a thought suddenly popped into his
head. Thinking of this, Wang Qiang couldn't help but sneer, his hand slowly reaching into his pocket.
Inside was his newly bought cell phone, equipped with a high-definition camera…
…
Recently, I've noticed my mother has started acting strangely. She used to
come home promptly at six o'clock every day to cook dinner for me, but now, for several days in a row, she hasn't come home until seven or eight in the evening
. Every time she calls home, she tells me to wait a bit, explaining that she has a lot of work at school and needs to work overtime.
I know my mom is just a regular chemistry teacher, not a homeroom teacher, so
she doesn't usually have to worry too much about school matters. Therefore, I always feel like my mom is hiding something from me.
Also, my mom always cooks first thing when she gets home, and only takes a shower after eating. But recently,
she's become very unusual. Every time she gets home, she goes straight into the bathroom and takes a half-hour shower
before starting to cook. This makes me even more suspicious.
Plus, she seems exhausted every time she gets home lately, so I'm starting to think that something's on her
mind. She's been behaving strangely lately. Even in class, she's been making mistakes frequently. I know that a woman as
meticulous would never allow herself to make such basic errors. But
why ...?
The
bell rang, signaling the end of the last class. I stretched lazily. It
was Friday, and tomorrow was a holiday. The week was finally over! I'd made plans to play basketball with my classmates after school,
so I packed my bag and hurried out of the classroom with a few friends. As we went downstairs, I saw a stranger
texting on his phone at the corner of the stairs. Just then, a classmate who recognized him called out, "Hey,
Wang Qiang , what are you doing? We're going to play basketball, wanna come?"
Wang Qiang hurriedly put his phone away and replied, "Oh, basketball? No, I can't.
My arm is injured, I can't play. You guys go ahead." He then ran back into the classroom.
A classmate nearby said, "That kid, I don't know what's wrong with him lately. He disappears after school . He used
to play basketball with us all the time, but I haven't seen him play lately. How did he get an arm injury? And he doesn't go home
after school . He's not exactly a studious person. It's so strange."
I didn't know this guy named Wang Qiang, but I knew he was from the next class, so I didn't say anything
. We just went to play basketball.
After we finished playing basketball, it was almost 6:30, and everyone started going home. When I walked out of
the school gate, I saw that my mom's new red Volkswagen Bora, which she had bought not long ago, was still parked there. I thought my mom might still be there,
so I decided to just ride with her home. I turned around and walked into the school towards my mom's office.
When I got to the office, I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I pushed the door open, but it was empty. Wait, that's strange. My mom
definitely wasn't gone. Why isn't she in the office? Maybe she went to the restroom
. So I headed towards the women's restroom.
When I got to the restroom door, I couldn't go in, so I called out, "Mom, Mom, it's me, Xiaoming
. Are you in?"
No one answered, and I was about to leave when I passed the men's restroom on the other side.
Suddenly heard strange noises coming from there, like slapping sounds and some low
breathing. My curiosity led me to slowly go in, but once inside, the sounds stopped
. I found it strange and was about to turn back when I heard a… um… like a
suppressed groan.
To be honest, I'm not a good student who only knows how to study. In front of my mother and outsiders, I act
like a good child, only knowing how to study and read. But, after all, I'm older
now, and I've secretly watched quite a few Japanese films. There are even pornographic films where they do it in the toilet. So, I suddenly wondered if people were having sex in the toilet.
Could be older students? With curiosity, I went back, but
all the stall doors were closed. I couldn't open them one by one, so I slowly lay down
on the floor, trying to see something through the crack in the door...
Ah... I saw it! In the innermost stall, I saw four legs. I wanted to see more clearly,
but I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't dare get too close. So, I quietly went to the next stall,
went in, slowly locked the door, and slowly lay down.
I saw a man sitting on the toilet, and a woman sitting on his lap. They were both moving,
but the door was too narrow; I could only see the woman's high heels and flesh-colored stockings.
There was a large puddle of water on the floor between her legs, which I guessed was her vaginal fluid.
Good heavens! Although I've seen many films and read many books, this was the first time I'd ever seen anything real. Even though I
could barely see anything except four feet on the floor, I could feel the two of them moving up and down
, and I could vaguely hear the woman's suppressed moans. It was definitely real! It was so
exciting , so shocking! For a 14-year-old like me, it was truly awe-inspiring. I
didn't dare breathe too loudly, afraid of being discovered. If I were discovered, I'd get a beating…
I saw the two of them maintaining that position. I could also hear… a sizzling… sizzling
sound , probably the sound of their genitals touching.
After a while, they both seemed to stand up, and I heard...slap...slap...the sounds of more intense
physical contact. The man was still behind the woman, but he was standing on his tiptoes; I guess it was
because he was shorter than her.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of running water from next door, followed by the man saying, "Ah...teacher
...I'm going to cum...ah..."
Then came the woman's painful cries, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... I need to pee..." Then I
saw a pool of yellow liquid slowly appear between her legs, followed by
the smell of urine, and then a series of heavy breathing.
After a long while, the man and woman stood up. The man seemed to be helping the woman away. Only after they
were both gone did I recover from the shock. My goodness! The man had said "teacher,
teacher" at the end... Could it be a male student and a female teacher? Good heavens, this is so exciting! A scene I only see in porn or novels and comics
actually happened in our school! Good heavens!
I went to the stall where the man and woman had just been having sex. Looking at the puddle of the woman's semen and
urine on the floor, feeling the lingering warmth of the two people in that small cubicle, I pulled out my
penis, sat on the toilet, and masturbated while fantasizing about what had just happened…
Oh… Mom… Oh… I'm going to cum… Ah, I imagined my beautiful mother,
and with a wave of pleasure, I ejaculated white semen. After ejaculating, a sense of loss followed. Sigh,
Mom, when will you truly belong to me…
After washing my hands, I left the toilet. It was already 7 o'clock. Today was terrible; Mom was definitely going to scold
me when I got home.
When I reached the school gate, I saw Mom had just opened the car door. What? Mom just got out too
? I thought she had left long ago. Mom saw me too, so I ran over and
said, "Mom, it's Friday today. Why are you still so late getting off work?"
Mom said, "Yeah, grading homework. Just finished. "
I was taken aback. Grading homework? I went to your office but couldn't find you. I looked everywhere for you.
How could you be grading homework? That's strange.
I said, "Mom, why is your face so red? It's not hot today. Are you sick?"
Hearing this, Mom's tone suddenly changed, becoming somewhat stern. She said, "Why aren't you home yet?
What have you been doing?" "
Oh, I went to play basketball. I just finished. Hehe, playing basketball... You should spend more time reading books, not always thinking about playing.
Okay, get in the car."
Having been scolded by Mom, I lowered my head and got into her car. The car started. I loved watching
Mom drive—her focused eyes, her elegant movements, and those beautiful legs pressing the accelerator.
Wait, Mom's high heels... they look so much like the woman's shoes I saw in the bathroom! And where are
Mom 's stockings? The flesh-colored stockings she wore today are gone. There was still a faint , strange
smell in the car, a musty smell…
Chapter Two
… I slowly opened my eyes and looked out the window at the sky. It was Saturday, and since it was
a day off, Mom hadn't woken me up. After waking up,
I sat on the bed in a daze. I realized it was already past midnight. Strange, even on Saturdays
, Mom wouldn't let me sleep in this late. Why didn't she wake me up today? So I got out of bed and went to the living room.
"Mom, Mom, where are you?" I called several times, but Mom didn't answer. Hmm, that's strange, isn't
Mom home?
Suddenly, I saw breakfast prepared in the dining room. The milk was already cold, and there was a piece of paper under the blanket
. It was left by Mom, and it said: "Xiaoming, Mom has to go out for a bit. After you finish breakfast, watch
TV . Don't go out to play. Lunch is in the refrigerator. Heat it up in the microwave. Mom will
be back this afternoon.
" Ugh, really, she's not home on Saturday. What is she doing? Ugh.
Feeling very uncomfortable, I sat down and started eating the cold breakfast—no, it should be lunch.
...
But being home alone is great, hehe. Mom's usually home, so I don't get many chances to look at porn sites
. Haha, today I can watch as much as I want!
So after dinner, I turned on Mom's computer and logged into Sex in Sex. I always
clean up the web pages after I finish browsing, and Mom's computer skills aren't great, so I'm not worried about getting caught.
Hehe, I really like this website. There are lots of incestuous stories about mothers and sons, which I enjoy reading. Also
, there's a selfie section, haha, where you can see many photos taken by fellow users, especially those of mature women
. Wahaha, today I can watch to my heart's content.
After reading a few updated incestuous stories, I went to the selfie section. I hadn't looked at it for almost half a month
, so I wanted to see if there were any mature women photos that I liked. After searching for a while, I suddenly found a title that caught my eye
: "[Me and My Mature Female Teacher]", posted 3 days ago.
I saw that the post was labeled as original, so I couldn't wait to see the content. Damn, the internet speed
was so slow! Luckily, this user only posted 5 pictures, so I didn't have to wait long.
Soon, all the pictures opened, and I quickly started reading from the beginning. First, there was a description from the poster
, saying that the woman in the pictures was his teacher who voluntarily slept with him for certain reasons, but she
didn't know he was taking the pictures, so they were all taken from behind, and her face wasn't shown. He hoped everyone would understand.
Haha, there are too many clickbait titles these days. Even though there was a description, I still don't really believe it. Maybe
it's just to get more views; the name is just a gimmick. But it doesn't matter, as long as she's a mature woman
.
Wow, this is incredible! At the beginning, I saw a mature woman completely naked, lying on the ground, with
someone having sex with her from behind. Because it was the poster's selfie, there was no male protagonist, but you could see a penis inside the
mature woman's vagina. So exciting! The next picture is also from behind, but this time the woman isn't lying on
the ground ; she's standing. She's leaning on a table, which looks like a lectern, and there's
a row of tables below—no, it looks like a chemistry lab bench. Could this guy be
doing this at a school? That's incredible! He's so daring; I'm so jealous.
The third and fourth pictures are close-ups of the mature woman's genitals, in the same position, but it seems
the man has finished. I see white semen flowing from her vagina. The fifth picture
suddenly changes the scene to a toilet. I see the woman kneeling on the toilet, wearing a pink shirt,
and the man is having sex with her from behind. He's also pulling her long hair from behind, like riding a horse.
Her hands looked so young. I looked at my own hands and compared them. Could she really be a student?
The pictures ended there. Many people commented below, expressing envy and jealousy, some complaining there
weren't enough pictures and asking for more. I also left an envious comment. Ah, if only
I could have such a romantic encounter!
The poster added a comment: "Some friends said I didn't post enough. I feel ashamed. I'm posting a
video link now, a self-shot one, as compensation."
I was overjoyed. There was a video! I was really lucky! Hahaha! I quickly clicked the video
link and downloaded it.
With curiosity, I clicked on the video. The screen flashed, followed by a series of
"slap, slap" sounds of flesh colliding.
A woman was kneeling weakly on the toilet seat, her
plump buttocks slightly raised, enduring the thrusts of the man behind her.
I carefully examined the woman in the video; she was wearing a pink shirt. The black miniskirt
was pushed up to her waist, her flesh-colored stockings and black panties still on, only the stockings had a hole torn in them and the panties
were pulled to one side. The man was having sex with the woman like this. Her two slender, beautiful legs were covered by a thin layer of flesh-colored
stockings, and two black high heels were on her small feet.
The video was shot from behind, so the woman's face couldn't be seen, but just from the alluring
curves of her back, one could tell how good her figure was. A head of long, shiny black hair was draped over her shoulders, flying in the air
with each thrust . Her upper garment was half off, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Because it was viewed from behind, her breasts couldn't be seen, but just from the sound of her two jade-like breasts hitting her chest, one could tell they must be very large. The man behind her had one hand pressing down on her smooth back, the other holding a phone, while his lower body continued to thrust into the woman's body. The woman in the video seemed unaware that the man was filming her from behind, only involuntarily emitting rapid breaths. The camera then panned down to where the two were joined, revealing a thick , engorged penis withdrawing from the woman's buttocks, glistening with vaginal fluid. The man seemed to deliberately slow his movements, making slow, rhythmic thrusting motions between the woman's labia. The woman was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, which were now soaked with vaginal fluid , making it appear as if the man was inserting his penis directly into her labia through the stockings. Each withdrawal seemed to leave behind her pink labia and the wet flesh-colored stockings. From the moans coming from the woman in the video, it seemed she was deliberately suppressing her sounds—no, not just sounds, but more like suppressing her pleasure. I was puzzled. Didn't she want pleasure? Since she was willing to be fucked by a man in the toilet, and even actively posed like that, letting the man penetrate her without even taking off her pantyhose, why was she deliberately suppressing herself? From the beginning of the video until now, all I've seen is the woman passively being thrust into by the man. She never actively responded, not even letting out a moan of pleasure. Was she forced? Why didn't she resist? I was very confused. Suddenly, the man moved his phone away, the camera focused on the woman's entire body. When I saw her graceful , I felt a strange pleasure. To be honest, the woman in the video was indeed very sexy, and my lower body slowly became erect with the man's thrusts. Perhaps this position was too tiring, because she helplessly leaned her upper body against the toilet tank , her two pale and weak hands barely holding onto the wall to prevent herself from falling. However, her lower body was being violently pounded by the man, making fleshy sounds, forcing her to squeeze her legs together to prevent her knees from slipping. Just now , I think I saw a diamond ring on the woman's left ring finger. Could this woman be married? Could she really be having an affair? While I was still thinking, the woman spoke. "Not... done... yet... hurry up... don't... get caught." "Hehehe... teacher, stop pretending, just scream if you want to." Then, as if deliberately trying to make forcefully slapped the woman's plump buttocks, making a slapping sound. In the video, the two seemed to be whispering to each other. But the sound was masked by the slapping, and I couldn't hear clearly , but what I saw made my blood boil. That man was actually calling her "teacher," so the woman was definitely being forced. Otherwise, if she didn't feel anything while being fucked like that, she must be frigid. Perhaps it was because I felt a particular pleasure from seeing women being forced to rape, and because the woman in the video, in terms of clothing, appearance, and voice, looked so much like my mother— the mother I've always secretly loved—that I couldn't help myself. I secretly put my hand in my pocket and started stroking my penis. Just then, the man suddenly stopped, leaving his penis still deeply inserted inside her. He leaned over her. "I hear footsteps, teacher, it sounds like someone's coming." "Quick, quick... let... me go. Don't let them see!" the woman said . The man quickly used his other hand to cover the woman's mouth. "Don't worry, teacher, we're in a cubicle, the door's locked, no one can see. Quickly sit on my lap . Don't let them see your feet from under the partition." Perhaps the man's words had an effect. Then the camera shook and suddenly went black. After while, the camera angle changed. The two were now sitting on the toilet. The woman sat on the man's lap. The camera zoomed in again, focusing on their lower bodies. The woman sat firmly on the man 's lap, and I was certain their genitals were still tightly joined. The man's penis was still moving slightly and forcefully inside the woman's vagina.

Then there was silence. Neither of them made a sound. Only
the faint breathing from the video and the approaching footsteps could be heard in the distance. Then the camera angle changed
to shooting from above.
I tried hard to see the woman's face, but her head was always down, and her long hair
obscured her features , making it almost impossible to see.
The man placed her two delicate, pink thighs on his knees and gently spread them apart.
Seemingly afraid someone would see their feet through the gap below, the man leaned against the water tank, stepping
his legs onto the partition door, inadvertently lifting the woman's legs as well. Perhaps to avoid being discovered
filming, the camera returned to behind the woman; I could only see her
right foot , but even this angle
was incredibly alluring to my stocking fetish.
Their movements resembled an adult helping a child urinate; the woman's movements seemed like she was forcefully
spreading her legs wide, her hands bracing against the sides, widening her delicate labia even further
to allow the man to penetrate her more deeply.
Seeing this, I was deeply attracted by the woman's long, slender legs in the video. The speed at which I stroked his penis
increased even more.
"Teacher, shh, don't make a sound. It wouldn't be good if someone saw," the man said in a low voice.
Sure enough, the footsteps outside grew closer. The situation inside the toilet became unusually tense.
At this moment, the man placed his phone on the toilet paper dispenser on the right side of the restroom door,
secretly filming their actions from behind and to the right.
The woman still hadn't noticed the phone.
"Hold it in, teacher. If you accidentally scream, don't blame me," the man whispered
lewdly into the woman's ear.
From the side, the woman was incredibly tall, seemingly taller than the average woman.
The to be a student, looked rather thin. The woman was considerably larger than the man
—no, now he should be called a boy—his head only reached the woman's shoulder.
The woman in the video seemed to shake her beautiful long hair in fear, trying to break free from the boy's control
, but her body was firmly restrained and she couldn't move at all.
My hand, which had been rubbing my penis, also stopped. I stared intently at everything happening on the screen. Perhaps
because the position was too tiring for the slender boy—the woman's entire body was
supported by him—he disregarded the risk of being discovered and actually lowered both of their feet.
The woman lowered her head, one slender hand gently covering her mouth. Her other hand
steadily supported the boy's right leg for balance. The woman's long hair once again obscured her face; I still
couldn't see her features. The boy, with his face turned to the side, always showing the back of
his head to the camera, also couldn't be seen.
Just then, the footsteps outside stopped. They stopped at the bathroom door. Then
came the creaking sound of the door being pushed open. The atmosphere inside the bathroom reached an extremely tense level.
Good heavens, at this incredibly tense moment, I never dreamed that the boy would slowly reach out a
hand and gently caress the woman's snow-white, stockinged thigh. He was incredibly bold.
The woman on his lap froze instantly from his sudden attack, too afraid
to move .
I expected the boy to stop, but to my surprise, his hand slowly
moved between her legs.
Footsteps slowly entered from outside, making a "tap-tap" sound.
Perhaps afraid of being disturbed, the woman tightly covered her mouth, her upper body
tense .
I continued to watch their every move intently. The boy's hand moved incessantly
between , seemingly caressing her delicate clitoris.
With a sudden tremor in the woman's body, the boy's movements became more aggressive, wantonly playing with her clitoris.
At this moment, I could faintly hear the footsteps outside gradually stop, and a moment later, the door to
a cubicle seemed to open.
It seemed that their actions hadn't been discovered, which emboldened the boy. With each
tease of the woman, the boy's lower body began to thrust slowly yet resolutely.
I could clearly see the thick, long penis thrusting in and out of the woman's labia in a very secretive and
slow .
With a strong sense of rhythm, I saw the large penis resolutely pry open the woman's wet
pantyhose , parting her delicate labia, exploring deep into her honeyed depths.
The boy then picked up his phone again, taking close-up photos of the woman's beautiful legs from above her head.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was too tense, the woman tensed her long legs, her toes slightly
raised trembling uncontrollably. It seemed she was forcibly enduring the strange sensations in her body.
The boy's left hand continued unhurriedly, playing back and forth at the woman's vagina. His lower body continued its rhythmic,
slow piston-like movements inside her.
She lowered her head, desperately shaking her beautiful hair, trying to stop the boy's actions, but to
no avail.
Just then, the boy put the phone back in its original position, and
withdrew his other hand, which had been playing with her beautiful paradise. Slowly, he released the woman's body.
Finally, her body was free. But the boy pushed her from behind
, causing her to bend forward. The woman could only brace herself against the stall door with her hands, her legs bent, and her buttocks sticking up.
The boy also stood up from the toilet, forcefully thrusting his hips, violently pounding
the woman's delicate, snowy buttocks. He thrust in and out repeatedly, making loud slapping
sounds.
The boy's hands slowly caressed the woman's buttocks, as if handling a work of art, while he groaned
in pleasure.
After a while, after caressing the woman's buttocks, the boy forcefully
parted her buttocks through her stockings, then slowly inserted his fingers
into .
Good heavens, I almost cried out in shock. He was incredibly audacious.
With , he actually inserted his fingers directly into the woman's anus. And his penis was still
thrusting inside her.
The woman, suddenly attacked, quickly covered her mouth with one hand,
barely daring to breathe. Not only did she have to endure the hard thrusting of his penis inside her, but his rough
fingers were also penetrating and probing her anus.
At this moment, my penis swelled even more with the woman's painful movements in the video. My right hand rapidly
stroked the foreskin of my penis. I began to moan softly, "Mommy, ah... Mommy."
As if hearing my cries, the woman in the video straightened her back,
her trembling. She braced herself tightly against the door, arching her snow-white neck back repeatedly
, letting out a series of unbearable groans. But due to the angle, I still couldn't see the woman
's face.
Just as I was anxiously watching the commotion on the screen, worried that the person in the next toilet stall might hear
,
suddenly the sound of flushing water rang out. "Whoosh!" Water gushed from the toilet. I saw the boy press the flush button with
his left hand . Amidst the rushing water, he used both hands to tease
the woman's labia and anus even faster.
At the same time, his dark, thick penis, glistening with vaginal fluid,
thrust .
The woman's snowy buttocks were constantly being pounded, forced to endure the back-and-forth thrusting, making
a series of slapping sounds.
I couldn't help but be astonished by the woman in the video; how could she endure such torment? It
was unbelievable.
However, I clearly overestimated the woman's willpower.
Perhaps the sound of the water masked the commotion inside the toilet stall.
The man continued to ravage the woman's body even more wantonly. From the beginning of the video until now, I've only
seen the woman struggling to control her body. But ever since the sound of water started, I knew she
couldn't hold back anymore. If it were any other woman, she might have already screamed and cried out.
Perhaps it was this deliberate suppression that made my penis even more erect. If the woman
lay there like a corpse, it wouldn't be interesting.
"Ah... I can't... Teacher... I'm going to cum..." the man shouted.
At the same time, the woman screamed loudly, "Ah... I can't... I need to pee..." The woman
struggled painfully. Under the cover of the sound of water, she could no longer hold back.
Then, from her left stocking, I saw a stream of pale yellow liquid flowing down her leg.
This lewd sight was all it took; the whole afternoon was gone. I looked at my watch; it was already past 6 pm. Why wasn't
Mom back yet? I was starving.
So, I couldn't help but pick up the phone and call Mom, wanting to ask what she was doing
and when she would be back.
"Beep...beep..." The phone kept ringing, but Mom didn't answer
. I felt something was off.
Just as I was about to hang up, the call suddenly connected. "Hello, is this Mom?"
"Um...uh...um...Xiao...Xiaoming...um, what's wrong..." Mom's
voice sounded a little unnatural on the other end.
"Mom, nothing, I just wanted to ask when you're coming back. I'm hungry."
"Um...ah...coming back...um...I...I'll be back soon...can you wait...wait a little
longer?" Mom's voice seemed broken.
I became even more curious and asked, "Mom, what are you doing? Your voice sounds strange."
"Ah...um...nothing...nothing...Xiaoming...I'll be back soon...um...coming back...
um..." Mom's voice seemed to be deliberately suppressed.
"Oh, Mom, are you sick? You're talking strangely. Please come back soon."
"Um...um...okay...Mom's fine...um...Mom has to hang up now," Mom
said .
Just then, I suddenly heard a man's voice faintly coming from the other end of the phone,
"...Ah...Teacher Zheng...I...I'm here...Ah..."
Then I heard my mother let out a muffled groan, "Hmm...Ugh..."
"What's wrong, Mom? Who's that? Why is it so noisy?" I asked hurriedly.
But my mother didn't speak on the other end of the line; all I could hear was rapid breathing.
"Mom, what's wrong? Are you still there? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"...Beep...Beep...Beep..." My mother didn't answer me; I only heard
the sound .
This was the first time my mother had called so hastily. Usually, if she was busy, she wouldn't answer my calls
; if she wasn't busy, she wouldn't just give me a few perfunctory words. I suddenly felt that
my mother was definitely hiding something from me...
That evening, my mother returned home looking tired; it was already 7:30 PM. She
seemed quite exhausted.
"Mom, what's wrong? Are you okay? It's Saturday today, why are you so late?"
Mom seemed lost in thought, and it took her a while to come to her senses and look at me. "Ah, Mom
had , so I got back a little late. I didn't have time to cook dinner today, Mom has already eaten. This
is KFC I bought for you."
"Wow, great, KFC!" I said happily. Usually, Mom always says it's junk food
and won't let me eat it, but today she bought it for me. Hehe, it's like the sun rose in the west.
"Xiaoming, Mom's going to take a shower first." After saying that, Mom awkwardly covered her short skirt
and walked cautiously towards the bathroom.
...
After eating KFC, I felt much better. I looked up at the clock. Hmm, why isn't Mom out yet? I
thought to myself. Normally, Mom would be done showering in about half an hour. Now it's probably been almost an
hour
Thinking of this, I walked towards the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom door, I opened the outer door and heard that
there . What is Mom doing? I quietly walked forward and put my ear to my ear.
Reaching the bathroom door, I listened intently to the sounds inside.
I could faintly hear sobbing coming from within.
Was Mom crying? I froze. My mother had always been a strong, independent
woman .
I rarely saw her cry, or even laugh. But today, I truly heard
her crying. What had happened?
Just as I was wondering, I noticed her clothes in the washing machine.
I looked down at the unwashed clothes and picked up her black pantyhose. I've
had a pantyhose fetish for a long time; I love seeing Mom in pantyhose. These were freshly taken off, so they must
still smell like her. My hand couldn't resist picking them up. I held them to my nose and
sniffed hard, especially the crotch area. Hmm, something fishy smelled strange, not like Mom's usual scent
. Could she have a gynecological problem? But the smell was familiar; I felt like I'd smelled it somewhere before.
A sudden, ominous thought crossed my mind. I carefully searched through my mother's underwear and found
some dried, milky-white fluid on her black panties. I lowered my head and
smelled them.
Sure enough, it was that smell—the smell of semen. My mind exploded
. I knew my father had been working on new research and hadn't been home for over a week, and
there was no other man in the house besides me. Could my mother be having an affair? No wonder she hadn't come home all day, and when she called
, I could vaguely hear a man's voice.
I couldn't believe my usually dignified mother would cheat on my father. But then I thought
, no, why would she cry if she was cheating? Was she forced? I couldn't help but start to wonder.
Filled with questions, I went back to my room.
That night, thinking about my mother's actions and the smell of semen, I tossed and turned
, unable to sleep. So I decided to look for clues.
So I tiptoed out of the room, lingered by my mother's door for a while to make sure she
was asleep, then opened the door and went inside. In the moonlight, I saw that my mother's beautiful face
looked tired, and her eyes were red. I became even more convinced of my suspicions: my mother had been forced.
Turning my head , I saw my mother's phone on the dressing table, and curiously picked it up, hoping
to find some clues inside.
I quietly left the room with the phone and eagerly turned it on. I checked the call
history but found nothing. However, when I opened my mother's text message inbox, I suddenly discovered that
an unknown number had been sending her text messages for several days in a row. Curious, I opened the first text message
. It read, "Dear Teacher Zheng, if you don't want anyone to see this photo
, please come to the chemistry lab in the teaching building after school this afternoon. Remember, come alone.
If I'll send this photo out so everyone in our class can see it."
What kind of photo could it be that made Mom go alone? I hurriedly continued reading, but I didn't see
any photo. I thought, maybe Mom deleted it. What kind of photo could make Mom so
scared that she deleted it? I became more and more curious.
I continued reading the messages and found that they were all very short, and they were all things like, "Come to the grove
behind ," "Come to the gym storage room after school," "Come to the men's restroom for faculty and staff," etc. Hmm,
the men's restroom for faculty and staff. The date was this Friday, which was yesterday. Could it be that what I saw there yesterday
was Mom...?
Oh my god, my mind went blank for a moment, and I don't know how long it took me to recover. What?! I
actually witnessed my mom having an affair with a student up close yesterday! My God, I was right next to her, watching
her being fucked by a student, and I even masturbated while smelling her vaginal fluids! What did I do?
Suddenly, I remembered those pornographic pictures I saw today. That mature female teacher... could it be my
mom ? The last picture in the bathroom suddenly felt so familiar. The woman in it was wearing
a pink shirt. I remember my mom was wearing a pink shirt under her business suit on Friday. And
those pictures in the lab, especially the ones at the podium... now it feels so
familiar, like our school's lab. And when I called today, I thought I heard
a man's voice on the other end, saying something like, "Teacher, you're here." Damn it, were they doing it at the time?
Damn it, I even stupidly asked my mom.
Damn it, which bastard did it? And he even said my mom consented! This bastard must
have threatened my mom with some damn photos, but what photos? I can't think of any of them!
When I lay in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I wondered what I should do
. My mother was being coerced; I had to save her. So I made a decision: I would follow her
. If she went out tomorrow, I would definitely follow her to see who that student was and find out
why she did that kind of thing with him. What exactly happened to my mother…?
Chapter 3
Today is Sunday. I got up very early because I was going to monitor my mother. If I got up late and
she wasn't there, that would be troublesome. Actually, I didn't sleep much last night. Ugh, how could I possibly sleep?
I looked at the clock; it was only a little past 6. My mother definitely hadn't gotten up yet. I had to prepare. My mother
would definitely drive, so I had to take a taxi to follow her. I took out my piggy bank; there was almost 300
yuan in it. Hmm, good, that's enough for a taxi.
I took out my toy binoculars from when I was little. Hehe, I can't do without them for tracking and surveillance!
Even though they're toys, they're still somewhat useful. Now all I have to do is wait for Mom…
…
It was almost 9 o'clock when I heard Mom calling me for dinner. So I went downstairs to the living room (
my house is a duplex, hehe). Breakfast was, as usual, milk, bread, and eggs. After breakfast, Mom
went to the bathroom to do laundry, and I went to the living room to watch TV while waiting for Mom's phone to ring…
A long time passed, and Mom finished doing the laundry and chores, but the phone still hadn't rung.
I glanced at the clock; it was almost 11 o'clock. Had that jerk not made plans with Mom today? Just as I was thinking this,
Mom 's phone rang. It must have been a text message, because Mom didn't speak. A little while later, Mom said to me, "
Xiaoming, Mom has to go out for a bit at noon. Be good at home by yourself."
I said, "Mom, I'm meeting up with a classmate to visit Xiaoyue today, so I might have to go too. Don't
worry about me." Xiaoyue is a student in my class, and one of the few people I can really get along with. This guy
has a natural, boyish charm; although he's a boy, he's very pretty, like a little girl
. If you dressed him in girls' clothes, wow, he'd practically be a girl! He's also quite short
, less than 155cm. He had a gentle, delicate appearance and spoke in a soft, gentle voice. Looking at him
easily evoked a woman's maternal instincts. Every female teacher in the class liked him because he was a good student
and very well-behaved, a model of a good child in every teacher's eyes. Moreover, it was said that his father was
an official in the city's education bureau, so every teacher at school took good care of him. However, he had recently fallen ill and hadn't been to school for almost
half a month . So, I said I would visit him, and I was sure Mom would agree.
Sure enough, when Mom heard this, she said, "Oh, Xiaoyue, he hasn't been here for a long time. This child is really
sick . Please give him my regards and tell him that when he gets better, Mom will tutor him."
I agreed to Mom, put on my shoes, and went downstairs. I needed to be prepared.
I ran to a supermarket not far from the community and looked out the window towards the community gate, waiting for Mom's car to come out
. After a while, I saw Mom's red new Bora drive out. I quickly went out, hailed
a taxi, and followed her.
My car followed my mom's car for about half an hour. Then, her car entered
the underground parking garage of a large shopping mall. Pedestrians weren't allowed in through the main garage door, so I had to enter from inside the mall.
When I got to the underground parking garage, I was stunned. So many cars, such a huge garage, and it had three underground levels!
How was I supposed to find it?
But I didn't want to give up, so I reluctantly started looking for my mom's car. After about
half an hour , when I reached the bottom level, I suddenly heard some noises—a creaking sound.
I followed the sound to a corner of the parking garage, where I saw a red sedan parked there,
its body shaking up and down. I quietly approached and saw it was indeed my mom's car.
Damn it, of course I knew what that meant: car sex. I'd seen entertainment news, and I knew
what car sex meant. That bastard was having sex with my mom in the car! Filled with a mixture of anger and anticipation, I
slowly walked to the back of a van next to my mother's car. Leaning against the van, I tried to see
what was inside, but all the windows were tinted, obscuring my view.
My eyes remained fixed on the red van, the thought of my mother inside—or rather, some student—making love to some
man , filled me with a strange mix of anger and a strange
excitement.
Just as I hesitated, staring intently, the windshield slowly rolled down.
I immediately crouched down, terrified of being seen.
Then, I saw a delicate left foot, clad in grey stockings, dangling out of the window, kicking
helplessly in the air. A black high heel was on, swaying
gently with each slight movement of the car .
Actually, my mother's feet aren't small for a woman; after all, she's 178cm tall, so her feet
must be at least size 39. But the shape of her feet is incredibly beautiful, with well-proportioned and slender bones, which truly fascinates me.
My mother's toes are slightly upturned, her five toes delicately hooking the toes of her high heels, preventing them from
slipping off.
However, the seemingly vigorous movement causes the gleaming black high heels to slowly tremble in the air, repeatedly
slipping off her feet step by step.
With that rhythmic movement, her small feet, encased in stockings, tremble incessantly. I
can even hear the "tsk tsk" sounds and panting coming from inside the car.
Just as I was intently staring at those stockinged feet sticking out of the car window, suddenly,
a low groan came from inside the car.
Immediately afterwards, I clearly felt that the foot my mother had extended outside the door seemed to tremble even faster. My mother's toes, which
had been barely holding onto her high heels, suddenly went limp. With a loud "thud," her shoe, like a kite with its string detached, crashed to the ground. In the quiet, empty parking lot, the sudden sound was so discordant, and it made my heart clench. At that moment, my mother's entire beautiful foot was fully displayed before me. The perfectly delicate sole, the smooth, white instep, and the rounded, dainty toes all stirred my desires. Then, a muffled groan of pain came from inside the car. Her seemingly boneless foot, as if struck by a severe blow, suddenly tensed taut. The instep and calf instantly formed a beautiful arc. The smooth stockings were stretched taut over her small foot. Even through the stockings, I could clearly see her five delicate toes struggling to stretch out, twisted into strange shapes, and continuing to expand with all their might . Rate your experience browsing this post: Wonderful , Beautiful, Shocking, Professional , Boring , Spam, Angry, Reply, Quote, Report, Top 382276 Level: l4 UID: 92699 Essence: 0 Posts: 202 Wolf Coins: 1479 Promotion: 0 Original: 0 Registered: 2010-05-10 Last Login: 2014-03-30 1st Floor Posted: 2013-04-30 Show Only This Author | Small Medium Large And so, Mom's jade feet, outside the car door, continued to tremble intensely and rapidly. That beautiful

Her foot contorted in pain, twisting and turning erratically.
With the violent movements inside the car, her delicate foot arched repeatedly,
appearing exceptionally sexy beneath the sheer stockings.
At that moment, I could no longer suppress my desire and released my erection. Hiding
behind , I rubbed it incessantly while watching the movements of that small foot even more closely.
Just then, a long groan escaped from inside the car. Accompanying the sound was
my mother's left leg suddenly straightening, her toes instantly curling into a ball. Her instep strained to straighten, then a
series of spasms followed, her calf trembling in the air. I could only see that small foot helplessly straightening.
In a series of tremors and swings, it reached its peak, pointing high upwards.
A few seconds later, the previously tense foot, as if exhausted,
slowly lowered itself from the air. The previously tense instep had returned to its natural position,
and the toes had returned to their normal state. It seemed she had reached her climax.
The intense movement had torn a small hole in the toe of her thin stockings.
Two of her toes peeked out, revealing her glistening nails. The red nail polish
looked so alluring and seductive.
To my surprise, although Mom seemed to have reached her climax, the car's vibrations
continued unabated, maintaining their unhurried pace.
Mom's beautiful foot could only helplessly
swing , again and again.
Just as I saw that small foot still flailing weakly outside the window, the window was slowly rolled up
for some reason . With a painful groan from inside the car, Mom's
beautiful leg, which was draped outside, was clamped tightly by the window. Although her lower leg was pulled in, her entire foot remained
outside.
From her struggling foot, I could tell she was in great pain. Her small ankles twitched incessantly, trying to
pull her feet back in through the window. But the window seemed too tight, preventing her from moving an inch. She could only weakly
struggle, bending and stretching her delicate toes, trying to ease the pain.
The vibrations inside the car continued, seemingly slowing
or .
My hand, rubbing my penis, involuntarily quickened its pace. Inside that car was my mother
, yet I couldn't control my impulses, continuing to rub my penis.
Suddenly, I noticed a black high-heeled shoe
lying alone on the ground beside the red car. It was the shoe my mother had worn that morning. It… carried my mother's scent.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my penis swell considerably. A strange thought
suddenly appeared in my mind…
Just as passion was raging inside the car, seemingly unnoticed, a small figure
quietly approached the red car.
Watching the jade-like feet drawing ever closer to the window, I felt increasingly stimulated and excited. Finally, I
crawled to the car window, and my mother's beautiful foot seemed to be right in front of me. I could clearly see
a deep red mark on her snow-white ankle, where she had been pinched.
I crouched down, trying not to make a sound, and quietly picked up my mother's shiny high heel from the ground
. I lowered my head and gently inhaled the fragrance emanating from it.
I sat on the ground with my back against the car, feeling the vibrations. Through the crack in the window, I heard
the man's rapid breathing inside, the "sizzling" sound of genitals rubbing together, and the sounds of flesh colliding. I could no longer
control myself. I pulled down my pants and thrust my already erect penis into
my mother 's high heel. My testicles and the entire thing were completely inside.
Then, I held the heel of the shoe with one hand and began to gently move my penis back and forth, making my
testicles and penis move in and out of my mother's high heel.
Hearing my mother's painful moans coming from inside the car, I looked up at her
small, stockinged feet outside the window, feeling the car vibrate back and forth. I was beneath the window, experiencing waves of pleasure. Although the man inside wasn't
me, I imagined my mother pleasuring me. I thrust my penis
even harder. I couldn't hold back any longer. The intense urge to ejaculate overwhelmed me
, and I slowly stood up. Through the tinted glass, I could vaguely see a thin, naked
man 's back completely blocking my view. He seemed to be vigorously thrusting his
hips, completely unaware that I was spying on him through the window. My mother was beneath him
, her right foot on the dashboard, her black lace panties hanging on her
high-heeled right foot. I could see her entire beautiful leg in gray stockings—it was so alluring.
My mother's gray skirt was pushed up to her waist, and her white shirt seemed to still be on, though the buttons were
undone. The boy's right hand was gripping my mother's large breasts, while his left hand was bracing against the seat. My mother's upper body was strangely
leaning , and from that angle, she couldn't see anything outside my window.
"My legs... I can't feel them. They're too tight. Quick... quick, let go of my legs."
"Haha, teacher, that's how it's supposed to be. Watch me fuck you to death today, you slut. Yesterday
, when I was fucking you, you were talking to your son on the phone. Don't you think you're a slut?
You came so quickly talking to your son while I was fucking you. You really are a slut. Sluts get fucked to death, hahaha!"
Damn, so I was fucking my mother while I was talking to her yesterday. No wonder she was talking so strangely yesterday
. Damn.
Looking at my mother and that boy inside the car window, they didn't notice me at all. I simply let go
and continued to spy on their actions. I started pounding my penis even faster.
"My foot is numb... quick... it hurts so much, let go..."
I looked up, numb and without feeling, at my mother's small, stockinged foot still trapped in the car window, swaying
nakedly before me. Looking at her body, I saw she was completely suffocating, unable to even
lift herself up to look at the ground.
Perhaps because it had been trapped for so long, her delicate foot was now starting to turn red. (Continuing...)
Her legs were cramping. She was trembling weakly in the air.
If she really lost all feeling, a bolder idea suddenly popped into my head. So I slowly moved
my mouth towards my mother's small foot. At such close range, I could almost feel
the warmth emanating from her foot.
I cautiously extended my tongue and tentatively licked her smooth toes.
My mother didn't react. I gently licked the sole of her foot again. Still no reaction.
At this point, my initial anxiety slowly subsided. My eyes were fixed on
the reaction , while I opened my mouth wide and took my mother's delicate foot into my mouth. I began to suckle. The salty
taste of her sweat, mixed with her faint body fragrance, mingled with my saliva, and I swallowed it. I had never imagined
that I could be so close to my mother's small feet, those silk-stockinged feet I had longed for.
Just as I greedily let my tongue explore and suck freely between my mother's toes, my mother seemed
to sense something amiss from her foot. She twisted her body desperately, trying to pull her feet back in through the window. But
the window was clamped tightly around her ankles, making it impossible for her to move.
"Teacher, that's right. The harder you twist, the better it feels to me, haha."
"...Ah...let me in, it hurts so much...there are people outside...uh...uh...uh..."
Before my mother could finish speaking, the boy silenced her with a kiss.
I greedily sucked on my mother's two exposed toes. I kept rubbing my
high heels, which were encasing my penis, while nervously watching the situation inside the car.
Suddenly, the boy reached into my side of the car door, and the window rolled down. I was so scared that I quickly crouched
down , and my mother finally managed to pull her abusive feet back in, but the window didn't roll back up.
The battle inside seemed to be getting more intense. I could clearly feel the car shaking more violently. Risking being discovered
, I slowly stood up again.
Now, Mom's legs were tightly wrapped around the boy's waist, and her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck
. The boy also had one hand around Mom's thigh and the other around her shoulder. Mom's moans
grew louder and louder; in this empty parking lot, the sound could carry quite a distance. I was really afraid they would
attract other people's attention.
My hands were rapidly fiddling with my high heels, my eyes fixed on the two people in the car, not daring
to blink. The tense, lewd atmosphere filled me with excitement. Just then, Mom screamed
, her legs tightening even more, clamping tightly around the boy's waist as if her long, powerful legs
were about to break his thin frame. Mom's left toes curled up again,
and the boy let out a low growl, his neck arching forward before collapsing limply onto Mom. I
ejaculated into Mom's high heel. I hadn't wanted to go in because I was afraid of being discovered, but
I couldn't hold back at the crucial moment. Seeing they were about to finish, I needed to hide quickly. But what to do with the high heel? It
was filled Mom's scent and my semen. Should I leave it there or take it
? I hesitated for a moment before making a decision. Since leaving the high heel would only lead to discovery anyway, I decided
to take it. I could use it later, and Mom wouldn't know who took it.
I quickly left Mom's car and hid behind a pillar some distance away. I was afraid they would see my feet
behind . If I was discovered now, how could I face Mom?
Only after ejaculating did a slight fear creep in. I'd been blinded by desire, recklessly observing them
up close ; now my back was drenched in cold sweat.
Just as I'd positioned myself and peeked at my mother's car from
behind . She wasn't wearing her glasses, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were messy, her skirt was down,
and she was wearing a high heel on her right foot. She was crouching down, seemingly looking for her shoe. I quickly hid behind the pillar, too afraid
to look again , lest I be discovered.
About two or three minutes later, I heard the car start, so I peeked out
again and saw my mother's car drive away through the other side of the passage. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat
down. The scene from just moments ago slowly replayed in my mind. Looking at the high heel in my hand, I felt a strange, indescribable
feeling.
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel excited seeing my mother being raped? I was feeling angry a moment
ago , but after seeing her beautiful feet, that anger vanished completely,
replaced by excitement and agitation. What's wrong with me
...?
I returned home with conflicted feelings. I hadn't seen my mother's car downstairs, which is why I dared to brazenly bring
the high heels . I looked at my watch; it was already past 3 a.m. I wondered where that bastard had taken my mother this time
. Hadn't he had enough fun in the parking lot? Damn it.
I quickly hid the high heels; I'd keep them for masturbation later. They
smelled of my mother. After doing all that, I lay on the bed, my mind a jumble. Suddenly, I realized I didn't know
what to do. My initial goal was to find out who my mother's lover was and help her escape her suffering, but after
what happened in the parking lot, I suddenly had a desire to see my mother being raped by that student again. I don't know
what's wrong with me. Sigh.
Something suddenly popped into my head, so I quickly turned on my computer, logged into Sezhongse, and searched for the
author who had posted my mother's video, hoping to see if there was anything new.
A little while later, I found his new post in the selfie section. It was posted at 3:30 PM today, less than 5 minutes
ago , and the title was "[Me and My Mature Female Teacher Part 2: The Parking Lot Battle]". I
couldn't wait to open the post. It started with this: "Haha, my dear wolf fans, hello everyone, I
'm back again . The first post got a good response, it seems we're all like-minded, we all like mature women, hehe
. So today I'm presenting the second installment of my mature female teacher's story. I just filmed it, it's still fresh, hehe. It happened in
the underground parking garage of a certain shopping mall. We had sex in the car. You can watch the process slowly. What I want to say is that after we finished,
one of my teacher's high heels was gone, haha. We were so rough that the high heel fell out of the car. But
after , she couldn't find it and angrily told me that someone had seen her. Haha, I don't care."
"Well, I just want to be seen, preferably by someone I know, so they can see what this slutty teacher looks like, preferably
her son. Speaking of which, I know her son; he's in the class next door. Every time I have sex with her, I want her
son to watch, hahaha, the thrill is indescribable. Okay, enough rambling, enjoy
! This time I won't show her face because she hasn't agreed to let me take pictures yet. I'm taking these secretly, hoping to show her face next time
, hahaha."
Below are the photos he took. The first one is of his mother giving him oral
sex in the car. They're sitting in the back seat, and only the back of her head is visible.
The second one is of his mother's buttocks. He made her bend over, and he's touching her vagina and anus with his hands
. His mother is facing away from him, lying on the back seat. Her clothes aren't off; her skirt is pushed up to her waist.
The third picture showed them getting down to business, still in the same position, except his penis was now inside Mom's
tender little hole. Mom's black lace panties weren't off, just pushed aside. Mom's big white buttocks
and his dark penis were enough to make anyone's blood boil.
The following pictures were all in the same position, but with Mom's beautiful legs in stockings added—grey suspender stockings
, plus black high heels. For someone like me with a stocking fetish, it was irresistible.
Then there was a webpage video player below. This guy seemed to have filmed a video in addition to the photos
; it was definitely premeditated. I couldn't help but imagine Mom moaning under him, and
I couldn't help but tremble as I clicked on the player.
I don't know if it was the internet speed or my impatience, but it kept buffering very slowly.
After about a fifth of it buffered, it finally started playing.
The video begins by showing the person filming, though their face is blurred
. The scene is dark, but it's clear they're inside a car. The person fiddles with
their phone for a few seconds before finally setting it up and letting it film the interior.
The first thing you see is the person filming, sitting in the passenger seat. Because the face is blurred
, the male student's face is obscured. Then, a woman in a business suit, her back to the phone, bends down from the
driver seat, grabbing the person filming's penis with her hand. He's pressing her head down, and
she's vigorously using her mouth to masturbate.
Her skirt is slightly lifted, revealing a large section of her white, rounded thighs, with a glimpse of her underwear
visible . Gray stockings are draped over her white thighs, making her look incredibly alluring.
From her clothes and hairstyle, I recognized her immediately as my mother. I'd used those grey stockings
countless times to masturbate. Although I couldn't see her face, I was
certain it was her.
The guy held my mother's head down with one hand, while the other slowly climbed up to her
breasts, tightly encased in her shirt, and began to knead them vigorously. At first, my mother struggled, but then resigned herself and
continued to focus on sucking his penis.
After a while, he released her head and gestured for her to straddle him. Initially, she
resisted, but after he whispered something in her ear, her body trembled slightly, and she
nodded. "Just this once."
The voice was clear; it was definitely my mother. My heart was filled with anticipation for what would happen next.
After saying that, my mother stood up from the driver's seat. Due to her height, she bent
over , straddling the guy's body with one leg, and then slowly pulled up her skirt, pulling her black panties
down to her thighs.
Although her private parts couldn't be seen, the hazy feeling was even more alluring.
Mom, holding the boy's erect penis with her left hand, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and then
slowly sat down, aligning it with her vulva.
"Mmm..."
Whether it was the size of the penis or the comfort of penetration, a
soft moan escaped Mom's lips before she sat down completely.
Because Mom's back was to the camera, her expression couldn't be seen, but she quickly began to sway
her firm hips, as if she had no training.
I felt the boy's hands weren't idle either; he was definitely playing with Mom's large breasts. Soon, I
heard intermittent, suppressed moans coming from Mom's mouth, and her thrusts
gradually quickened.
"Ah...ah...it's in...it's in...mmm..." Mom's voice sounded like she was
forcefully suppressing pleasure, and her body swayed faster and faster. In less than a minute, she shuddered
and collapsed onto the boy.
"We're here so quickly?" the boy said, then let out a series of lewd laughs. He grabbed the mother's
body, which was a head taller than him, and forcefully rolled her over. The mother was powerless and let him do as he pleased.
The student pinned the mother down and lowered the seat. Due to the camera angle,
I could only see the boy's back and the mother's two long, slender legs. After a while, the boy opened the car window.
A shapely, long leg in high heels hung limply outside the half-open window,
trembling rhythmically with the man's thrusts. The mother's mouth could no longer suppress the pleasure in her body, and
she slowly moaned, "Slow...slower...it's too big...oh...gentle...it hits...ah..." Her
snow-white buttocks also twisted with the movement. The male student closed the car window again for some reason, leaving the mother's leg trapped outside. This was probably when I approached the window; I could even
hear my own breathing in the video, but it might have been psychological. "Teacher, like this is right. The more you twist, the better it feels to me, haha." At this point, as things progressed, I was at the car window. Because my mouth was on one of the mother's toes, the mother, experiencing pleasure, tried to pull her leg back. "...Ah...let me take it in, it hurts so much...there are people outside...uh...uh...uh..." Before the mother could finish speaking, the boy silenced her with his mouth. Perhaps not wanting to cause the mother too much pain, the boy rolled the window down again, allowing the mother to expose her beautiful legs .

Once inside, the mother, caught in the throes of pleasure, was no longer restrained. Her long, beautiful legs immediately wrapped around the boy's waist,
clamping tightly. However, one of her high heels was missing; it had actually fallen outside the car and I had picked it up.
"Teacher, your little hole is sucking me again... Oh... I'm going to cum inside..." the boy said
, his thrusting speed increasing slightly, as if he was about to ejaculate.
"No... Ah... Don't cum inside... Today... Not today... Ah... Gently... Gently...
Oh..." the mother's voice suddenly rose twice as high, as if she had reached her limit. Although she said she didn't want him to cum
inside, her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist showed no sign of loosening; instead, they tightened even more.
"Teacher... I'm cumming... Ah..." the boy thrust his body forcefully, seemingly trying to
penetrate the mother's uterus with his penis, then let out a low growl, his thin body beginning to tremble,
presumably about to ejaculate spurt after spurt of semen into the mother's body.
"Ah...it's...inside..." Mom moaned softly, her firm buttocks
lifting , binding their genitals tightly together. Her body trembled as
she silently received wave after wave of hot semen.
Chapter Four
"Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming, what are you doing?" During English class, Teacher Wang shouted loudly.
"Ah, Teacher Wang, I, I didn't do anything," I whispered. "Didn't do anything? Didn't do anything?
Why weren't you paying attention? Tell me, where was I in the lesson?"
"Just now, we were talking about, um..."
"Alright, sit down. Pay attention in class. You're a good child, remember that." With that, Teacher Wang
continued the lesson.
...
Ring ring ring, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Finally, lunch break! Finally, I'm free! Ugh,
I kept thinking about Mom during class. What should I do? Mom came home very late last night, I was already asleep,
and I didn't eat dinner. She also got up very late this morning, probably exhausted from dealing with that student yesterday.
I had to wake her up. She didn't even make breakfast, just hurriedly took me and left home. Ugh.
I've had no energy all morning, just thinking about Mom. My mind is filled with her.
Who is that student? He said he knows me, so he must be from our school, maybe even our class. From the moment
I got to class this morning, I kept looking at the boys. I think everyone looks like that boy, but
I'm too afraid to be sure. Ugh, I'm almost going crazy.
My classmates have all gone to the cafeteria for lunch, but I don't have much of an appetite. I wandered aimlessly around campus
, still thinking about Mom. Suddenly, I thought I should call Mom and
see what she's doing.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
Why isn't anyone answering? I've been waiting so long and no one's answered. Where did Mom go? Is she in the bathroom? Did she forget her phone
?
Damn it, is she with that male student again? No, I have to go find Mom.
I rushed to Mom's office on the third floor. Just as I was about to knock, the door opened from the inside
.
"Ah, Xiaoming, what brings you here?" I didn't expect it to be Mom who opened the door. She said somewhat flusteredly.
"Ah, Mom, I came to call you for lunch. It's already 12:30. You didn't have breakfast this morning. Take care of
yourself ." I said, glancing into the office. But because Mom was blocking the way, and the door wasn't open wide,
I couldn't see anything. But when I saw Mom's face, I noticed that her cheeks were a little flushed,
and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Oh, it's so late. Let's go eat quickly. Mom is hungry too. Let's go." After saying that, Mom
hurriedly closed the office door and pulled me away.
I deliberately walked half a step behind my mother, following her. Her clothes seemed neat and tidy earlier,
nothing unusual. Now, I wanted to see what was strange about her skirt. My mother
walked ahead of me, her high heels clicking loudly. I stared at her skirt, but soon I
was captivated . Her backside was incredibly alluring from behind. As a former long-distance runner, she
had long, powerful legs, and her buttocks were round and pert, swaying from side to side as she walked.
Combined with the sound of her long, straight legs and the clatter of her high heels, my heart
pounded wildly. Mom's legs are so alluring! Hmm, legs... why aren't they wearing stockings ? Mom was definitely wearing black pantyhose
when she left this morning, so where did they go ? Just as I was debating whether or not to ask Mom where her stockings went, Mom suddenly turned around and said, "Xiaoming , what's wrong? Hurry up, there won't be any food left soon." "Oh, right, there's almost no food left, Mom, how about we eat outside of school?" I said to Mom. "Okay , sure, I'm tired of eating at the school cafeteria all the time. Let Mom take you to eat something nice to make up for not making you dinner last night," Mom said. "Oh, Mom, you still remember that you didn't finish cooking last night? You came home so late, I wonder what happened between you and that student. I'm so worried and angry, but there's also a faint sense of anticipation, a desire to see more videos. What's wrong with me? I thought about it for a long time last night. Mom was played by a bad student, how could I still have any expectations? How could I be excited when I saw the video of Mom? In the parking lot, I even masturbated and ejaculated. I was really excited then, but that's my mom! What Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it. I'll just follow my feelings, trust my instincts, okay?" I thought to myself, looking at my mother's face. ... During PE class, I failed the shooting test and was punished by the teacher to pack up the sports equipment. Sigh, I had something on my mind, how could I concentrate on shooting? Where did Mom's stockings go? Because I was distracted, I was the only one in the class who failed the shooting test. Sigh, I could only obediently take the basketballs we used in class back to the sports storage room. But when I thought about Mom's chemistry class next period, I felt happy again. Seeing Mom again would be great. Just as I finished packing and was about to leave, the door to the sports storage room opened. I immediately squatted down . I don't know why I did that; maybe it was an instinctive reaction because of the recent events that had made me too nervous .

I crouched behind a large rocking horse (the kind that often appears in schools in Japanese adult films and anime
). The rocking horse was very tall and large, with gaps between each level, allowing me to see
outside . Since I hadn't turned on the lights, the person who came in hadn't seen me, but I couldn't see
who it was either. From the light coming in from outside, I could only make out two people, not very tall, probably male students. What were these two
sneaking around doing here? Something was definitely up. It seemed like crouching down was the right thing to do.
"Class is about to start, why did you drag me here? Next class is Mr. Zheng's chemistry class, I don't want
to be late," one of them said. That voice sounded familiar, like I'd heard it somewhere before, but
I just couldn't remember.
"Hehehe, I knew you had a crush on Mr. Zheng, haha, now I'm giving you a good chance," the other
said.
"What?! Mr. Zheng? Chemistry class? My mom is the only chemistry teacher in the whole school with the surname Zheng. Are they
talking about my mom? And my mom teaches our class next period. Are these two students in our class?
" Their words made me tense up and concentrate on listening.
"What?! Don't talk nonsense! When did I have a crush on Mr. Zheng? I, I just..." the first
boy hurriedly said.
"Haha, okay, don't explain. Do we still have any secrets between us? Hehe, actually I know
how you feel about Mr. Zheng. You think he's like your deceased mother, right? And you've had a mother complex since you were little. You
think I don't know?" another boy said.
"Okay, I admit I like Mr. Zheng. So what? What do you want to say?" the first boy said again.
"Hehe, just admit it. Let me ask you a question. Do you want to sleep with Mr. Zheng?" the other boy said.
"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? How can you say that? You're so bad. I'm leaving." The first boy
said and was about to leave.
"Hey, hey, don't go! If you leave, you'll miss out on something amazing! You'll never guess what
Teacher Zheng's other side is like, hehehe." Another student chuckled lewdly.
I suddenly remembered that lewd laugh; it had appeared in my mother's video—that was the bad student's laugh
. I'd never forget that laugh. Damn it, I finally found you! Just as I was about to rush out
, I held back. I wanted to know what they were planning, what other tricks awaited my mother.
"What other side? What do you want to show me?" The one who spoke first returned to the bad student's side.
"Hehe, I'll show you something amazing, something you'll never expect. But whatever you see, don't be
surprised ; it's all real," the bad student said.
"Hey, stop babbling and just show it to me!" the one who spoke first urged impatiently.
Urged on, the bad student pulled something out of his pocket. I guessed it was a phone.
Was it to show him a video of his mother?
"Mmm... ah... ah... be gentle..." "Hehe, being gentle won't satisfy you, will it?
I'm young, how can I satisfy you without force, Teacher Zheng?"
I heard the voices of his mother and the bad student coming from the phone. Damn it, it was indeed a video,
but probably not the two posted on sis. This kid definitely has a lot more videos.
"What is this? This woman is... could it be..." The student who spoke first asked in surprise.
"Hehe, didn't I tell you, don't be surprised by what you see? It's all real. This woman
is Teacher Zheng, Zheng Yingli, whom you've been longing for, haha." The bad student said.
"But this, how is this possible? You... this man is you, you slept with Teacher Zheng, Xiao Qiang
, you, how could you do such a thing?" The student who spoke first said.
"Xiao Qiang, Xiao Qiang, I finally remember! That voice... it's Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang from the next class, that
rich kid! Damn, so it's him!" Recalling the post the original poster wrote before watching that video yesterday—
someone from my school, from the next class, someone I knew but had never spoken to—
it all fits together perfectly. It's Wang Qiang, that bastard! My anger flared up instantly
.
"Hehe, what's the big deal? This slut's husband can't satisfy her, so I'll have to take over.
Don't take her too seriously. 'Ice Queen'? That's just a nickname you immature people gave her. She
acts all high and mighty in front of others, but in bed, she's completely submissive to me. Haha, just before lunch
break today, our last class this morning was PE. I played for 20 minutes and then said my stomach hurt and went to rest
. Actually, I went to her office. In the office, I fucked her again. The video you're watching now
was taken at noon. Hehe, how about that? Impressive, right? Mature women are just so great, and she's a
real stunner. She's incredible in bed. The most exciting time was when we went to a hotel. While we were doing it, her
son suddenly called. Haha, so I answered it and put it to her ear. Haha, she was
talking to her son while I was fucking her. It was so exciting! Hahaha," Wang Qiang said.
"But, Xiaoqiang, how did you sleep with the teacher? Teacher Zheng is definitely not that kind of woman.
Did you use some methods? You can't do anything illegal!" the boy said.
"Hey, what can I do to her? I just have something on her. Once she confiscated my
porn comics, and I wanted to steal them back. I found this slut masturbating while looking at my comics. Hehe,
of course didn't hold back and took a picture with my phone. That's it, she obeyed me obediently." Wang Qiang
said.
Damn, so that's how it is. Wang Qiang really has something on Mom. Sigh, Mom,
how masturbate in the office? Even if you can't help it, you can go to the toilet. Why do you have to do it in the office? Sigh.
Actually, I know that Mom is really sexually unsatisfied. When I'm at home, sometimes when I go to the toilet at night, I can hear Mom moaning while masturbating from
outside . Dad is rarely home. Even when he comes back,
he just takes a shower, eats, and then goes to sleep. He only does it occasionally with Mom, and it's over very quickly
. I heard all of this outside Mom's bedroom. Especially in the last two months, I've barely been home, just doing research
at work . I've rarely had sex with my mom anymore, so it's understandable that she's sexually frustrated. But
why was I so careless? Sigh.
"Hey Xiaoyue, you once said you liked Teacher Zheng. Now you have a chance, why don't you try
her out Hehehe, treat her as a substitute for your mother. I know you still love
your mother the most, but she's gone. Let Teacher Zheng replace her. What you couldn't
do you can do with Teacher Zheng. You're not related by blood, so even if you sleep with her, it's not
incest. What do you say, Xiaoyue? We've been friends since we were kids, I know what you're thinking, and I'm helping you
. Do you dare?" Wang Qiang said.
"But, Xiaoqiang, why are you telling me all this? Just to satisfy my Oedipus complex?
Actually this kind of thing is best kept to myself. Such a good woman, it's
lucky to have her all by myself. Just because we're childhood friends, why are you sharing her with me? Xiaoqiang, tell me the truth." The one
who spoke first suddenly said very seriously.
Xiao Yue, which Xiao Yue? Could it be Ma Yue from our class? I've heard that Ma Yue and Wang Qiang
have known each other for a long time. I was wondering how such a good student like Ma Yue could be good friends with that bad kid Wang Qiang. I didn't expect
their relationship to be so unusual. They can even share such things. I also didn't expect that Xiao Yue is like me, with
a mother complex. But his mother is dead, while my mother is still alive. I'm much luckier than him. But now my mother
has already been violated by Wang Qiang many times. Now even Ma Yue wants a share? I haven't even tasted my mother's
body myself. My heart aches. Wait, why would I think like that? Do I want to sleep with my mother myself
? I just have pure maternal love, I'm not that kind of dirty person. But, I do
feel . What's wrong with me?
"Hehe, Xiaoyue, you're so smart. Hehe, actually, if I hadn't left, I would never have
told you Teacher Zheng's secret. Like you said, such a good woman, such a good thing, you should enjoy
it , there's no need to share it with others. But, Xiaoyue, I'm leaving, going to America. My dad wants me to
study in America, and my mom agreed. I objected, but it was no use. You know, once my father makes a decision
, no one can object. Sigh, my mom will also go to America with me, I don't know when she'll be back. Sigh,
so before I leave, I'll help you this once. I'll help you fulfill your childhood dream, otherwise it would be a waste
of this woman, hehehe." Wang Qiang said with a melancholy tone.
"What? You're going abroad? Is that true? I thought it would be after junior high graduation. You're only in
the second year of junior high ! How come you're going abroad already?" Ma Yue asked in surprise.
"How would I know? My dad decided. I didn't even know the visa was ready.
He told flight is the day after tomorrow. My mom is coming back this afternoon to process my withdrawal from school. Sigh. Okay
, Yue, my matter is settled. Let's talk about you first. Are you in or not? If you are, I'll help you this once and for all
. Tell me quickly." Wang Qiang said.
"But... this, this, will this work?" Ma Yue stammered.
"Oh, stop with the 'this' and 'that'. Don't think about it anymore. Just say 'dare' or 'do you'? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
, something you've been dreaming of, right? Only the two of us know about this. There won't be a third person. Tell me quickly."
Wang Qiang urged.
"Well... well... okay then, but let me make this clear beforehand, we can't force you. If Teacher Zheng doesn't want to, that's fine.
Don't force her..." Ma Yue said softly.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't force you. It's mainly up to you. I can only offer
suggestions ; I won't interfere directly. Besides, I'm leaving soon, so I can't help you much. Come to my house
tonight; I'll give you all the videos and photos on my computer. They're all secretly taken, hehe. Just this afternoon, I
even ripped her stockings off, hehe. I know you're a stocking fetishist too. Here, take them. They're a bit
dirty, though, covered in this slut's juices and my semen, hehe. Right there in her office, I made her
give me a footjob with her stockinged feet. It was so good, especially since I was hiding under the desk with other teachers in
the office, hehe, the feeling was indescribably exciting. You can't imagine it unless you experience it
yourself , hahaha." Wang Qiang said, taking something from another pocket—presumably his mother's
missing black pantyhose—and handing it to Ma Yue.
"Really, really, this is...this is the teacher's stockings, you're not lying to me, are you?" Ma Yue said excitedly.
"Oh, you still don't believe me? Smell it, smell the crotch of the pantyhose. Does it smell
? Hehe, that's the smell of this slut's juices. I didn't make her take off the stockings, I just tore a small hole.
We did it right there in the office. Okay, class is about to start. Come to my house after school, I'll send you some videos and pictures.
Now it's time to go." With that, they left the gym storage room.
My legs were numb from squatting. Damn it, they talked for so long! But thanks to them, I finally understood
the whole story and what they were planning. But what good is knowing?
One's a rich kid, the other's a government official's son. Sigh, what can an ordinary high school student like me do? Tell
Dad, expose them, but what about Mom? What about her reputation? Would I ruin it?
Would Mom still like me then? Sigh, not knowing is painful, knowing is even more painful. What should I do?
I leaned weakly against the wall and slowly sat down, thinking.
...
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring, the school bell rang.
Sigh, school's over. Thanks to those two, I was so engrossed in thinking that I missed my mom's chemistry class
. Mom will definitely scold me when I get home. This is the first time I've skipped class, especially my mom's class! Sigh, I thought about it for the whole class
, but in the end, I concluded there was nothing I could do but wait and see. Sigh.
When I got back to the classroom, most of the students had left, and Ma Yue was gone too. I packed my
bag and left the classroom, only to run into my mom at the school gate. She had a stern face and looked like she was about to get angry
. I could only grit my teeth and go up to her to take the scolding.
...
That night, lying in bed, I was still thinking about how to solve my mom's problem. After school, my
mom scolded me all the way in the car, constantly asking why I didn't go to class. But I've never been good at lying, and I
couldn't tell the truth, so I just stayed silent.
She didn't give me a good look when I got home either. After dinner, she made me go back to my room to do my homework and wouldn't let me watch TV all night.
I breathed a sigh of relief; I'd finally gotten away with it.
It was almost midnight when I quietly got up and went to my mother's bedroom. I listened carefully
to make sure she was asleep, then went back to my own room and turned on my computer.
I wanted to see if Wang Qiang's new video from today had been uploaded to SIS. I'd been waiting for ages; I'd been itching to watch it in the archive
, only hearing my mother's moans but not seeing the images. And that guy said
there was foot fetish stuff too. I really liked my mother's beautiful feet, so foot fetish might be even more appealing to me
. I logged in impatiently and searched for Wang Qiang's ID
…
A new post appeared, titled "My Mature Female Teacher and I: Office Passion." Judging from the title,
it was the video Wang Qiang showed Ma Yue in the archive this afternoon. I eagerly clicked download. While
waiting for the download to complete, I carefully read Wang Qiang's comments.
"Hello fellow wolves! Sorry to keep you waiting. Today, I'm continuing my passionate
video with my slutty teacher, haha. Today's location is her office. I skipped class to go to her office and
get intimate with her, but while I was touching her breasts, another teacher suddenly walked in. Luckily, I was quick and hid
under . Listening to the conversation between the other teachers and my slutty teacher, I used her stockinged feet to give
myself a footjob under the desk, hahaha. Hiding under the desk with other teachers in the office, it
was incredibly exciting to use my penis on her stockinged feet, hahaha. Imagining my slutty teacher trying to hold back up
there was really thrilling. Okay, enough said
, enjoy watching. Oh, I forgot to mention, some people doubted that the previous two videos were original. I specifically added my own ID to this
one to prove it."
With the sound of the Xunlei download notification, I knew the video was finished downloading. I
opened the video with a mix of anger and excitement.
The video begins with a shaky camera, followed by a card displaying Wang Qiang's ID,
presumably his so-called "proof of originality." The video then cuts to Wang Qiang reaching out his left hand and touching
his mother's stockinged legs as she sits in her seat. I see the mother trying to pull her legs back, desperately trying
to avoid Wang Qiang's groping, but the space is too small, and her attempts to avoid him are futile, only fueling Wang Qiang's
desire. His hand slowly moves from her high-heeled feet to her calves, then to
her thighs, finally slipping under her skirt and touching the inside of her thighs. Suddenly, the mother lowers
one hand, firmly pressing down on Wang Qiang's hand. At this point, the video goes black (presumably because the phone was placed
on the ground ), and I hear Wang Qiang whisper, "Don't resist, have you forgotten our agreement?" A few seconds later
, the video reappears, and I see the mother has withdrawn her hand, and her legs are no longer moving. Wang Qiang then begins
groping under her skirt again.
After a while, Wang Qiang whispered, "Teacher, sit a little forward and roll up your skirt, quickly."
So, Mom rolled up her skirt to her upper thighs, revealing the crotch of her black pantyhose. I could even
see her white panties behind the pantyhose.
I watched as Wang Qiang slowly tore open the crotch of Mom's pantyhose with his fingers, and her white lace panties
were completely exposed. Wang Qiang slowly teased Mom's vulva through the panties with his fingers.
Soon , I saw a wet patch appear in the middle of the white panties, and the patch gradually grew larger. Then, Wang Qiang used
his fingers to part Mom's panties. Seeing this, I was so excited! I finally saw what Mom's vulva looked like
—pink, so beautiful! A pink vulva, thick black pubic hair. Watching the video, I
took out my penis from my pants and started rubbing it up and down.
Wang Qiang inserted his middle finger into his mother's vagina and thrust it in and out. I could feel his mother's
body trembling in the video, and her legs involuntarily parted wide. Suddenly, Wang Qiang
extended his phone, the camera panning down onto his mother. Although I couldn't see her face, I saw
her covering her mouth with her left hand, trying her best to suppress any sound. I guess
there were other people in the office at that moment. Since his mother didn't look down, she didn't notice Wang Qiang filming her.
A moment later, Wang Qiang put his phone back in, the camera now pointing at his own penis. He
pulled his thick, dark penis out of his jeans zipper,
then picked up one of his mother's feet and placed it on his lap. He then took off one of her high heels and placed her stockinged foot on top of his
penis , grabbing her ankle and moving it back and forth
for about a minute.
Wang Qiang, perhaps feeling that one foot wasn't enough, picked up his mother's other foot and, just like before,
placed both feet on either side of his penis, letting his mother use her black-stockinged feet to clamp his penis. Then the video
went black again, and all that could be heard was Wang Qiang whispering, "Teacher, move it, like before, move both feet together."
After he finished speaking, the video shook again, and the camera returned to his mother's black-stockinged feet. I saw his mother's feet clamping
Wang Qiang's penis, slowly moving up and down, just like in the movies. Seeing this, my penis
seemed to grow even larger, and the frequency of my hand movements increased.
In the video, Wang Qiang's hand was caressing his mother's beautiful feet. I heard Wang Qiang
moaning in the video: "Hiss... um... so comfortable, the teacher is giving the student a footjob with her own lewd feet, hehehe."
The camera shook again, and I felt like Wang Qiang was holding the phone in his mouth, but the camera
kept focusing on his mother's stockinged feet. Perhaps feeling that the stimulation his mother was giving him wasn't intense enough, Wang Qiang
grabbed his mother's ankles with both hands and quickly rubbed his penis back and forth with her feet
. My movements became faster as well, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Because the camera was
being filmed , the lens would sometimes suddenly go black and then brighten again when Wang Qiang looked down at his mother's feet, continuing
to film her feet. This continued for 2 seconds. About a minute later, the screen suddenly went black again, followed by a
shake . Wang Qiang must have retrieved the phone. I saw white
semen on my mother's two black-stockinged feet. Wang Qiang's penis was still vibrating, and semen was still slowly spurting from the tip.
Seeing this, I let out a low growl and ejaculated my thick semen.
Just then, I suddenly heard a voice, "Teacher Zheng, class is almost over, let's go eat
. It'll get crowded soon after class." It was an unfamiliar female teacher's voice. "Ah, oh, Teacher Li, you
, you go ahead, I haven't finished grading the homework yet, you go first," my mother said, still shaken.
Then came footsteps, getting closer and closer. I felt myself starting to get nervous, but
the phone camera was still focused on my mother's beautiful feet—black stockings, white semen, a stark contrast that made my
heart itch.
The footsteps stopped, and then the female teacher spoke up, "Teacher Zheng, what's wrong? Your face is so red
. Are you feeling unwell?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing. I'm just a little hot. It's nothing. You go eat first. There will be a long
queue . Hehe, I'll be there for a while." Mom said. "Oh, okay then. I'll go now. Goodbye
, Teacher Zheng."
"Okay, goodbye."
Then came the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of a door closing.
The screen went black again, but I could still hear sounds—the sound of a chair moving. After a while, I heard
my mother's voice, "What else are you going to do? Aren't you leaving? We almost got caught. What more do you want? Didn't you
already ejaculate?"
"Hehe, teacher, no! Weren't you excited just now? You were so wet, hahaha. They've all gone to eat
now , and I've locked the door. There are still 10 minutes until class ends, enough time for me to do it again
. Come on, Teacher Zheng, you're not satisfied yet, are you? My fingers alone can't satisfy you, you slut, hahaha." "You, you get out of here! Someone else will be coming soon. Get out of here right now!" my mother said
angrily . "Hehehe, teacher, stop pretending. Come on, I'll make you feel good too," Wang Qiang said lewdly. Immediately afterward , I heard my mother struggling. The screen was black, I couldn't see anything, and I was incredibly anxious. A few seconds later, the video stopped , it ended. Just as I was about to curse, I suddenly saw another link below the first one. Damn it , this guy posted two videos! I quickly downloaded them. Although the videos weren't large and the duration was short , I was still very anxious. Those short 10-odd minutes felt like an eternity. ... Another download completion notification from Xunlei. What a wonderful sound! I never expected Xunlei's sound to be so pleasant . I quickly opened the video to see what was happening. The video wasn't long, less than 5 minutes . It was still black at first, but a few seconds later, there was an image. My god, it was so exciting! The scene that appeared stunned me . This time it was real sex. It seemed like Mom was kneeling on the ground, her upper body leaning on a chair, and Wang Qiang was kneeling behind her he was slapping Mom's alluring buttocks, making "slap...slap..." sounds of the buttocks hitting each other and Wang Qiang's comfortable growls. From this angle, Mom's buttocks are incredibly alluring. Her waist and buttocks form a distinct curve . While not exactly a slender waist, it's quite slim for a woman her age. Especially her buttocks—they're large and perky—making the curves captivating from behind. Mom's buttocks are as tempting as a ripe peach. The black pantyhose covering her shapely buttocks are torn at the crotch, and Wang Qiang 's penis is repeatedly penetrating the peach's crevice through the tear, bypassing her panties. He doesn't even bother taking off his panties; he just tears the stockings and gets going. Wang Qiang grips Mom's waist with one hand, thrusting in and out of her peach-like opening with great pleasure. Although the scene is shaky, his penis glistens with moisture, and white "sebum" is being pulled out. The friction of their genitals makes a squelching sound. Mom is so wet! My left hand grips my own penis and begins stroking it up and down. My mother's voice was constantly moaning, as if she was deliberately suppressing a cry but couldn't help wanting to. Occasionally , she would let out an "Oh... um...". I saw in the video that Wang Qiang seemed to deliberately thrust harder a couple of times, and my mother cried out unexpectedly , "Um... ah... be gentle, be gentle." My mother said between moans. "Hehehe, Teacher Zheng, I'm small, how can I satisfy you if I don't use force, hehe," Wang Qiang said. The video didn't change the angle, and Wang Qiang and my mother maintained the same position and kept doing it. My left hand was also constantly stroking my own penis, and I couldn't help but make comfortable sounds, imagining that I was also fucking my mother's big ass. After a while, Wang Qiang's voice came from the video: "Teacher... you're so wet... it feels so good to fuck you... so good... ah ha... it's coming, it's coming." Then I saw Wang Qiang suddenly increase the speed of his thrusts, making it more intense, and my mother gradually let out louder moans. "Ah~~~~ Ah~ No~~~~ Don't shoot inside~~~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~~~" Mom suddenly screamed loudly . Seeing Wang Qiang's penis suddenly pressing hard against Mom's buttocks, I felt my body trembling. My hand holding the phone lost its strength and rested on Mom's large buttocks. The camera showed only black, and then the video ended. I also ejaculated, shooting onto the computer keyboard. What bad luck. ... The next morning, Wang Qiang indeed didn't come. I also learned from his classmates that the homeroom teacher had just announced Wang Qiang's expulsion. Although I already knew yesterday, hearing this news now finally made me happy. Mom was finally free from Wang Qiang and could live a normal life again. However, while I was happy, I also felt a little lost because I would never see my mother's videos again . Sigh. But then I thought about their conversation in the sports storage room yesterday. Wasn't Wang Qiang planning to hand my mother over to Ma Yue? Logically speaking, Ma Yue has a girlish personality; I really can't imagine what he could do . I guess it's just wishful thinking. Once Wang Qiang is gone, with no one to help him, I'm not really worried about Ma Yue. But deep down, I also secretly hoped that Ma Yue would do something for my mother. Sigh, I'm so conflicted; I really don't know what to do. But overall, it's still a happy day. I spent the day in a happy mood; I haven't been this happy in a long time. After school, I went to find my mother as soon as possible. I think she must have heard the news by now.

Sure enough, I saw Mom in the office. She seemed to be in a good mood. Of course, I couldn't say it
aloud, but I still deliberately asked, "Mom, what's wrong today? You seem so happy. Did you get paid?"
"Hehe, son, Mom's happy today. Just happy, nothing special. I'll make you
something delicious when we get home," Mom replied happily.
Dinner was also pleasant. Mom hadn't made such a sumptuous dinner in a long time. It felt
like . She didn't let me study that evening, but let me play on the computer instead. Hehe
…
More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. For the past two weeks, Mom's mood had been consistently good, and mine
improved as well. At first, I kept an eye on Ma Yue, wondering what he would do, but
he remained silent, attending classes and coming home obediently without any strange behavior. Mom also didn't do anything unusual after
Wang Qiang left. I even secretly checked Mom's text messages; everything seemed normal. It was another pleasant day.
I
shut down the computer; it was almost 10 o'clock. I washed up and prepared for bed.
Just as I was about to go to my bedroom, I saw my mother sitting on the bed, staring at her phone, seemingly
lost in thought. I called her a few times, and she snapped out of her reverie, immediately putting her phone under her pillow. She
then said to me, "Go to sleep quickly after your shower. You have to get up early tomorrow. Go out and close the door, hurry up."
I agreed and left. Strangely, my mother hurriedly put away her phone, as if she didn't
want me to see anything. Damn it, is Wang Qiang still haunting us? It looks like he won't stay idle tomorrow...
Chapter 5 Fanfiction Continued
The next day at school, the first class was my mother's chemistry class. My mother looked
the same as usual today: long Bohemian hair, a beige women's Western-style top, white women's close-fitting trousers, and a pair of
chestnut-red high heels. I observed carefully. My mother didn't show any unusual behavior throughout the entire class, and
Ma Yue also very well-behaved, attentively listening to the lesson and diligently taking notes. Everything was very calm, as if
nothing had happened. I couldn't help but wonder, "Did I see wrong yesterday? Am I just imagining things?" I spent the whole class
lost in thought when… the bell rang… the bell rang, and the students rushed
out of the classroom to the corridor to chat and laugh. I leaned against the railing in the corridor, looking at the scenery below.
At that moment, my mother came out of the classroom with her lesson plan and textbook, walking briskly towards the teachers' office. Her
white trousers hugged her round, full hips tightly, and her buttocks
swayed rhythmically from side to side with the click-clack of her high heels. Because of her hurried steps, her breasts trembled like a pair of white rabbits. My mother
's alluring figure attracted the attention of the students in the corridor. A few mischievous students huddled together,
pointing and whispering about my mother's retreating figure. I was used to this.
All morning, I didn't notice anything unusual. Mom
was grading homework , chatting and laughing with the female teachers there. Several female students came to the office chattering, asking Mom
questions about their studies, and Mom patiently and thoroughly answered them all. Ma Yue was as
quiet . My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. It seemed I had been worrying unnecessarily. Wang Qiang had already transferred schools,
and Ma Yue didn't seem to be making any moves. Perhaps he was too timid to do anything to the elegant and usually aloof
Ms. Zheng Yingli; at most, he had the desire but not the courage. I guess the things between Mom and Wang Qiang will
gradually fade with time. Thinking of this, I let out a long sigh of relief, but
a . It meant I would never see my mother's wonderful videos again. My mother's mature and beautiful
body had brought me immense excitement and thrill lately. Sometimes I even looked forward to Wang Qiang's
updates on the website to fill the emptiness and loneliness in my body and mind. But it's all over now, why think about it? Just live
a normal life, maybe that's better.
At noon, I listlessly went to the cafeteria for lunch. Passing by the school parking lot, I inadvertently
saw a few shady-looking thugs loitering around. As I approached them, I
heard one of them say: "xxxx, that's the car, the red Bora." I was shocked.
Wasn't that Mom's car? So I pretended to tie my shoelaces and squatted down by the parking lot, eavesdropping on their conversation.
I heard one of the thugs, who seemed to be the leader, say: "Remember this. Come and wait for me after school...
" At dinner, the delicious food tasted like cardboard. My mind raced:
Why were those thugs sneaking around looking for Mom's car...? Were they going to steal it?... Stealing didn't seem like it. Who steals a car
in broad daylight it be for Mom? But how could Mom be involved with those thugs? I
couldn't figure it out, but no matter what, I couldn't let Mom get hurt.
In the afternoon, during self-study, I was overwhelmed by my chaotic thoughts. It was almost June, and the weather
was terribly . I was dozing off at my desk when I heard the crisp sound of high heels. Mom
walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers and stood on the podium, saying: "Class, now we'll announce the results of the last exam
and then go over the papers." Wang Li got 95 points... Ma Yue got 90 points... Zhang Ming got 60 points
.
When they read my score, Mom gave me a disapproving look. I lowered my head, knowing I was going to get scolded again that night. On the other hand, when Ma Yue went to collect his test paper, Mom's eyes were full of encouragement and praise. After the test papers were reviewed, it was
time . Mom continued to answer questions for the students in the classroom. At this time, Ma Yue raised his hand high; "Teacher Zheng,
I don't quite understand this question, can you help me solve it?" Mom quickly went to Ma Yue's seat, bent down,
and quietly explained. Ma Yue nodded frequently, his eyes showing a thirst for knowledge, and
he discussed the textbook exercises with Mom in hushed tones. The crisp sound of the dismissal bell rang, school was over. Mom patted Ma Yue's shoulder affectionately,
expressing her approval and encouragement, then picked up her books and left the classroom.
I carefully observed Ma Yue. This seemingly weak and unassuming boy didn't appear to have any ill intentions towards his mother.
So how do I explain his conversation with Wang Qiang in the warehouse? Perhaps it's just that teenagers this age often have a mother complex towards sophisticated,
mature women , just like me. We're the same age, so it's understandable, but we still can't be too
careless… What about those thugs? What do they want? Calling the police won't work; they have nothing.
Damn, we have no evidence, and these kinds of people are capable of anything… Ugh, my mind is a complete mess.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder, head down, and walked down from the school building.
When I got to the parking lot, my mom was waiting for me. I looked around and didn't see those thugs from lunchtime
. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see my mom's stern face.
"Xiaoming, what happened to your test this time? You only got 60 points! You've been so inattentive in class lately, and you
don't . What are you thinking about? How can you go on like this?"
"Mom, I was careless this time. I'll definitely be more careful next time," I said softly. "No more
playing on the computer at home. Study hard, and you have to do well on the test next month," my mom threatened. "Yes, yes, I know.
I'll try my best to do well next time."
I got in the car, and the red Bora slowly drove away from the school, heading home.
On the way, my mother said to me with a serious expression, "Xiaoming, your original homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, has been transferred.
Today a work adjustment at the school, and the leaders assigned me to be your class's homeroom teacher. My workload will be heavier in the future, and
I may not have much energy to take care of you. You are too impetuous right now, so you have to be careful."
I lowered my head and squeezed out a "hmm" through my nose.
"Also, spend more time with classmates who are good at studying. I'll rearrange your seats tomorrow so you can sit at the same table as
Ma Yue . Learn from Ma Yue, understand?"
"Okay," I replied absentmindedly. My mother was focused on driving, her new job always
bringing her boundless enthusiasm. She was looking forward to a bright future, completely unaware that a black Audi
was quietly following her...
The next day, the head of the grade came into the classroom to announce my mother's appointment, and I was also moved to sit with Ma Yue
. Ma Yue was a handsome and quiet boy. If he had long hair, he might not be much less beautiful than the class beauty
. We used to have a good relationship, but because of what happened in the warehouse last time, I was very wary of him.
When I sat down, I deliberately glared at him. Faced with my fierce gaze, Ma Yue wisely lowered his head and
shrank his arms. Ma Yue comes from a well-off family; his parents hold important positions, so he has
a lot . These past few days, he's been wearing a pink fashion watch, often fiddling with it by himself. I, on the other hand
, look down on those kinds of pink accessories and have been making sarcastic remarks about it, but Ma Yue just laughs it off without saying a word.
After my mother became our homeroom teacher, she continued to teach us chemistry. Because of her heavy workload, she
's busy preparing lessons, talking to students, and making home visits.
As time went by, my relationship with Ma Yue gradually improved. He's a good
student ; if I don't understand something, I ask him, and he explains it to me clearly and patiently. As a result, my grades
have indeed improved a lot, and slowly we've become inseparable best friends again.
One day during PE class, the PE teacher gave us free time. Ma Yue and I chatted on the playground while watching our classmates
play ball. I deliberately probed him, "Xiao Yue, who do you think is the prettiest girl in our school?
I don't know, Xiao Ming, what do you think?" "I think you're the prettiest. You could outshine the class beauty in a skirt," I teased him
.
*Thump* I got punched. "Seriously, all the girls in school," I said, glancing at
Ma Yue sideways. "Hmm, Teacher Zheng Yingli, I guess," Ma Yue said hesitantly. "How do you like her?" I was startled, but continued to ask
calmly "Teacher Zheng is beautiful, dignified, and warm-hearted, just like my mother." Speaking of his mother, Ma Yue's eyes
reddened a little.
"Really? What if someone bullies Teacher Zheng?" I smiled and continued to probe. "Xiao Ming, I have
something to tell you, but you mustn't tell anyone else," Ma Yue said quietly after looking around. I immediately tensed
up, realizing that Ma Yue was probably about to tell me what Wang Qiang had told him in the warehouse that day. (Ma Yue didn't know
Zheng Yingli was my mother; this secret was unknown to everyone at school.)
"Go ahead and tell me, Yue, I won't tell anyone."
"Swear an oath first," Ma Yue seemed quite nervous. "If I tell anyone, may I grow up to look like you and
become your sister." I deliberately acted relaxed, and *thud* I got punched again.
"Xiao Ming, do you remember Wang Qiang from the class next door? The one who dropped out a while ago?"
"Hmm, I vaguely remember him, but he wasn't a good student, always causing trouble," I said. "Right, you
know, a while ago that bad boy showed me a video on his phone, saying it was a video he
filmed ."
"Ah, he slept with Teacher Zheng Yingli?" I feigned surprise. "I think it's impossible. First, Teacher Zheng is an
adult , how could she be threatened by him? Second, I'm not very familiar with him, why
would he tell me something like this?" Ma Yue analyzed slowly and carefully.
"How do you explain that video?" I pressed. "The woman in the video never showed her true face,
how do you know that's Teacher Zheng Yingli? I guess Wang Qiang knows I like Teacher Zheng, so he found
a video of a mature actress to fool me, that bad boy." Ma Yue said helplessly. "You really don't believe it's true?"
I asked nervously. "Teacher Zheng is like my mother, I don't believe it at all." Ma Yue's
resolute words were the key to unlocking my heart. After our conversation, my knot was untied, a huge weight was lifted from my heart,
and the little barrier between Ma Yue and me disappeared without a trace. The bell rang, and I put my arm around Ma Yue's shoulder: "Come on,
buddy, I'll treat you to a soda!"
At noon, my mother quietly found me and said, "Xiaoming, I have some good news for you. I
'm getting a promotion! The school is promoting me to head of the teaching and research group, while I'll still be your homeroom teacher and chemistry teacher." "Really?
Congratulations, Mom!" I was happy to have two happy things happen in one day. "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll prepare it
after class ." My mother had already started preparing for the celebration dinner. "
Shrimp, I guess," I casually replied. "Then you take the bus home by yourself after school, I'll go to
the supermarket ." My mother made arrangements. Watching my mother's graceful figure, I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "This promotion is too fast!
" But it's something to be happy about, so I didn't think too much about it and walked into the classroom, head swaying.
After a grueling afternoon, school was finally over. I took the bus home, but something felt
missing. Ah yes, a bottle of red wine would be perfect for celebrating.
I dashed into the supermarket, grabbed a bottle of dry red wine, hummed a little tune, and headed home, just waiting for Mom to come back so we could have a celebratory feast.
Okay, I set the table and waited for a long time, but Mom still hadn't come back. I couldn't get through on the phone either. Oh well, maybe the signal in the underground supermarket is bad. Maybe Mom ran into someone she knows again. I'll just have a long talk. Anyway, I had nothing else to do, so I turned
on the computer. My grades have been good lately, and Mom's internet ban has been lifted. I haven't been on SIS for a long time since I saw the video in Mom's office. I couldn't wait to log in. With a melodious chime, the page opened, and several newly posted posts jumped into my eyes...

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