Beautiful Mom Tang Yating

Sun Xiaojie, 1* years old, is a junior high school student in an ordinary middle school. Born into an ordinary family in City A, his life seems ordinary and unremarkable. Sun Xiaojie feels that there are only two things in his life that he is proud of: one is that he has a beautiful mother who is also his homeroom teacher; the other is that he is lucky enough to have inherited excellent genes—he is the school's recognized handsome boy, a "little fresh meat." On campus, whenever the mother and son walk side by side, they always attract envious glances. His mother's name is Tang Yating, 35 years old this year. She is both Sun Xiaojie's Chinese teacher and his homeroom teacher. Tang Yating has always maintained a very good figure, with fair skin, and she doesn't look her age at all. She has the appearance of a young girl but also the charm of a mature woman. Even her son, who is with her every day, can't resist his mother's unique feminine charm.
"I know, I know, I will listen to Mom and study hard... Okay, I'm going to school now, goodbye Dad!" Sun Xiaojie tossed his father's phone to Tang Yating, turned around, grabbed his schoolbag, and rushed out the door. Seeing this, Tang Yating shook her head helplessly. Just then, her husband's gentle voice came through the phone: "Tingting, how's work going lately?" "Hehe, don't worry, Uncle Wang is taking care of things at school, and it's not too busy." Feeling her husband's concern, Tang Yating felt a surge of sweetness in her heart: "Hmm... don't worry, I'll take care of things at home, and you don't need to worry about Xiaojie's studies, everything's fine... Hmm, I know, take care of yourself over there. Okay, okay, I'll hang up now. Goodbye!" Hanging up the phone, Tang Yating slightly furrowed her brows and sighed softly.
She had originally thought that transferring from the city's top school to her son's school would make her work easier and allow her more time to spend with her family. Unexpectedly, her husband was suddenly transferred to Dubai, and would be gone for over a year. Although the family income would increase significantly, living apart from their son was inevitable.
Thinking that her husband had been abroad for almost five months and she still wasn't used to it, Tang Yating felt a little sad but also a little amused: her child was so grown up, yet she still acted like a little girl just starting out in love.
She shook her head self-deprecatingly, suddenly realizing it was getting late. She grabbed her bag, hurriedly opened the door, and rushed out.
"Hey, Tang! Good morning! Heading to work?" A voice abruptly came from the upper left, startling Tang Yating as she locked the door. She turned around and saw Old Song, who lived upstairs, standing on the stairs, smiling at her.
"Oh, Mr. Song, good morning!"
"Hehe, Tang, going to work so early?"
"Yes, it's not far, but I have to transfer once, so I have to leave early." "Oh, right," Old Song slapped his forehead, "you're working at No. 3 Middle School now." Tang Yating nodded, smiled at Old Song, and turned to walk downstairs. She still had to go to work, unlike Old Song, who was retired and could chat leisurely.
In her haste to get downstairs, Tang Yating moved a little too quickly, not noticing that the hem of her pale yellow dress had fluttered, revealing a section of her leg encased in skin-colored stockings. Old Song seized this rare opportunity, staring intently at his beautiful neighbor's slender, stockinged legs beneath her skirt until her stunning figure turned the corner of the stairs. He then swallowed hard, still salivating: "Damn, that girl is a real stunner. She's thirty-five, but looks like she's only in her twenties. Every time I see her, she's wearing stockings… If only I could touch her legs…" Completely unaware of her neighbor's fantasies about her stockinged legs, Tang Yating was hurrying towards the subway station. This time of day was rush hour; the subway wasn't late, but getting on was a matter of luck. Several times, she had to give up, watching helplessly as the crowded carriage stopped in front of her, only to magically squeeze in one or two more people before driving off.
Today was similar. Looking at the carriage, which resembled a can of sardines, Tang Yating, who hated crowds, decided to wait for the next train. The direct consequence of this decision was that 30 minutes later, she practically sprinted into her office at the school.
"Thank goodness..." Tang Yating glanced at her watch, confirming she wasn't late, and finally felt relieved. She had a strong sense of pride and didn't want her colleagues to think she was unambitious, even though she didn't actually have classes that morning.
After tidying her already impeccably organized desk, Tang Yating, holding her coffee, gazed somewhat boredly out the window. Although the office wasn't large, its advantage was that it was her own private office. The teachers' offices next to the classroom across the street were under renovation, causing the original four-person offices to be crammed with at least six people. When Tang Yating first arrived, there weren't any spare offices. Fortunately, Principal Wang was a close friend of her father and specially arranged an office for her exclusively upstairs in the school library. This room was originally the school archives, a very secluded location rarely visited. Most importantly, the office had a small cubicle partitioned off by two large cubicles, with a curtain serving as the door. The cubicle just big enough for a small bed—a special favor from Principal Wang, allowing her to retreat to the cubicle for a nap every afternoon—a privilege even the head of student affairs didn't receive. However, this special treatment made Tang Yating feel quite uneasy.
"Fortunately, the office building will be renovated in half a month, and then I can work in the big office with everyone." Although Tang Yating was very grateful for Principal Wang's care, she was considerate and didn't want to make things difficult for Uncle Wang or give him "special treatment" at the school.
"Knock knock!" A knock on the door startled Tang Yating out of her thoughts: "Come in!" "Good morning, Teacher Tang!" The middle-aged man who entered greeted Tang Yating politely.
"Oh, good morning, Director Zhao!" Tang Yating recognized him as Zhao Jin, the director of the school's teaching affairs office and her current boss. She quickly stood up to greet him: "What is it, Director Zhao? Is there anything I can do for you?" Zhao Jin laughed: "What, do I have to have something to say to come here? I just came to see you. How is it? Are you getting used to the work environment here?" Tang Yating was taken aback. She thought that this Director Zhao seemed quite approachable, unlike what she had heard when she had lunch in the cafeteria last week. He was quite amiable. Her former school's leaders liked to put on airs when they saw their subordinates. Thinking about it this way, she became less reserved and replied with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Director Zhao, everything is fine!" Looking at the slender woman's smile, Zhao Jin was momentarily speechless. Actually, he had noticed Tang Yating from her very first day at work. This young female teacher was not only charming but also had a very good personality—gentle and kind. The self-proclaimed womanizer Zhao Jin had already planned to get his hands on her as soon as possible.
Now, speaking to her face-to-face, he found her even more beautiful than he had initially perceived from afar, possessing an allure unlike any other young woman. Gazing at her stunning face, her high breasts beneath her white shirt, and inhaling the faint scent of her perfume, even the seasoned Zhao Jin struggled to control himself. His mind immediately conjured images of beds and sofas… However, being a veteran of the world of romance, he composed himself slightly and smiled, saying, “Teacher Tang has been at my school for almost a month now. These students are quite demanding, especially with some delinquents. You'd better be careful.” He then deliberately adopted a commanding tone, saying, “If you have any difficulties, don’t hesitate to speak up, young man. Don’t be shy, hehe, the world ultimately belongs to you!” Tang Yating was… He chuckled, "Hehe, if Director Zhao says that, doesn't that make me sound like a young girl who just graduated two or three years ago?" "Isn't that right?" Zhao Jin laughed, "Judging from your appearance, you must have just graduated with a master's degree, right? You might still be a little unaccustomed to the work. Of course, although the school has strict discipline, it won't be overly demanding of young employees, so Comrade Tang, don't feel any pressure..." Before he could finish speaking, Tang Yating interrupted him with a smile, "Director Zhao, my child is 15 years old..." "Ah...ah?" Zhao Jin, who was feeling smug about making the beautiful woman smile, was stunned when he heard this: What, she already has a child? He couldn't help but blurt out, "No way, Ms. Tang, you look no more than twenty-five or twenty-six. How could your child be over a year old?" Tang Yating smiled and shook her head. "I've been working at the No. 1 Middle School for over nine years. It's just that people in my hometown generally get married quite young..." However, being mistaken for someone still very young made her, like any woman, quite happy. She half-jokingly said, "If you don't believe me, I can bring my son over to prove it. By the way, his name is Sun Xiaojie, and he happens to be in my class!" "Ah... okay, okay." Zhao Jin quickly covered up his embarrassment, thinking to himself: No wonder this Tang Yating, although she looks young and beautiful, has a mature charm. She's already over thirty.
Thinking that she's already a mother of a one-year-old child yet still so beautiful and charming, like a ripe, sweet fruit, Zhao Jin couldn't help but feel his throat go dry. He wished he could immediately pin the beautiful married woman in front of him down on the desk, tear off her skirt, and take her right there and then.
Despite his thoughts, Zhao Jin knew the time wasn't right and he couldn't be so rash: the other woman was not only married but also had a child, so he needed to adjust his old tricks for charming young girls. With that in mind, he started chatting about trivial things, hoping to learn more about her, get closer, and increase her positive feelings towards him.
As they talked, Zhao Jin looked up and suddenly noticed that two large cabinets full of files in the office had been moved, connected by a rope, with a curtain draped over them, obscuring a small area behind them.
"Teacher Tang, what's this?"
"Oh, this," Tang Yating glanced at the white curtain and explained, "Principal Wang took care of me and put a small bed in there so I can secretly take a nap at noon." Tang Yating blushed slightly, after all, this special treatment was due to her family's connections.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, the office building won't be finished for a few more days, so the conditions are really a bit poor right now. But, Ms. Tang, it's not bad for you to work here from now on!" Zhao Jin flattered her somewhat exaggeratedly, "It seems that Old Wang really made the right decision to hire you. In the future, if you have time, go and mentor those teachers more often. The experience of teachers in key middle schools is not something that ordinary people have." "Hehe, actually, I'm just an ordinary teacher, my experience is nothing special." Tang Yating said modestly.
"Oh, Ms. Tang is too modest!" Changing the subject, Zhao Jin continued to probe, "If Ms. Tang got married so early... then Ms. Tang's husband must be a young and promising man." "Not at all, Director Zhao, you flatter me. He's in charge of some overseas projects in his company." When talking about her husband, Tang Yating's expression was slightly melancholy.
Zhao Jin's eyes flashed: "Then, doesn't he have to travel a lot for work?" "Yes, he's still in Dubai now. He won't be back for more than a year." Tang Yating said with a hint of resentment, her longing overflowing.
Oh, alone in an empty house? Zhao Jin was secretly delighted: They say thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger. Such a mature beauty, long neglected, would be much easier to seduce. It seemed there was no need for beating around the bush; he might as well be direct… He glanced at the curtain again, saying casually, “Then it must be tough for Teacher Tang, having to work and take care of the family. How about this, if you have any work-related issues, remember to let me know. Old Wang is the boss; there are some things he might not be able to handle.” As he spoke, he couldn't help but steal glances at the beautiful married woman's high, firm breasts and slender waist, thinking: Of course, I'll have to “take care” of you properly in bed.
“Thank you, Director Zhao… Excuse me, I have to go to class.” Sensing Zhao Jin's malicious gaze, Tang Yating casually made an excuse to leave. Always self-disciplined, she had an innate sensitivity to the gazes of various men. Although the man before her looked respectable, she could sense the desire in his eyes, and she felt it best to stay away from him.
"Oh!" Zhao Jin, who had been secretly admiring Tang Yating's ample breasts, paused, then snapped back to reality. "So soon... you're leaving already?" He was somewhat reluctant to leave Tang Yating's chest, feeling a little lost. He had always been confident in his masculine charm, but the woman before him seemed completely uninterested.
"Please leave now! I need to change." Seeing that Zhao Jin hadn't left but was instead staring at her chest, Tang Yating became annoyed. She took a step forward to open the door, but her high heels were a bit too high, causing her to stumble. Zhao Jin, seeing this, quickly reached out to steady her.
He thought that he could easily support such a slender beauty. But the moment his hand touched her waist, she trembled violently, as if electrocuted. Her body, which had initially tilted slightly, now collapsed entirely onto Zhao Jin.
Caught off guard, Zhao Jin, not understanding what was happening and never expecting the beautiful woman in front of him to throw herself into his arms, was knocked off balance by Tang Yating and fell backward. However, he still managed to grab Tang Yating's slender waist, causing her to fall onto him.
"Ouch!" they both exclaimed simultaneously.
Zhao Jin felt her large breasts pressing against his chest; the fullness and firmness instantly aroused his "little brother." As he fell, his hands brushed against Tang Yating's waist, his fingertips landing on her beautiful buttocks, which he had been longing to see. In an instant, he was enveloped in the warmth and softness of her body, his fingertips feeling the elasticity of her buttocks. Overjoyed, Zhao Jin felt as if he were in heaven.
"Hey!" Falling into the arms of a man other than her husband made Tang Yating's face burn. She took a breath and struggled to stand up, but found Zhao Jin, who was holding her, unresponsive, seemingly unwilling to get up. So she called out to him.
"Oh!" Although extremely reluctant to give up such close contact with the beautiful woman, Zhao Jin still restrained himself—he didn't have the guts to "eat" this beautiful teacher right there.
However, he still wanted to take advantage of the situation. He pretended to help Tang Yating stand up, reaching out to support her, but instead of supporting her shoulders, he lifted her up from both sides of her waist. In this way, under the guise of helping her up, he touched the outer side of her full breasts.
Tang Yating was already almost standing up when she suddenly felt Zhao Jin supporting the outer side of her proud breasts, and her body went limp again, causing her to fall backward and land on Zhao Jin.
"Ah?" Zhao Jin had only intended to take advantage of her, but he didn't expect Tang Yating to fall down again, and this time, her full breasts landed right on his face.
"Ugh..." Pressed down by Tang Yating's large, beautiful breasts, the warmth and elasticity on his face made Zhao Jin, who was having trouble breathing, think that suffocating to death like this might not be so bad... However, Tang Yating clearly had no intention of killing him. After falling, she quickly got up, and seemingly worried that Zhao Jin would touch her again, she even took two steps back.
For a moment, the atmosphere was rather awkward.
Zhao Jin was worried that Tang Yating would be angry because of his earlier groping, which would make it difficult for him to approach this beauty in the future. Unexpectedly, Tang Yating simply stood there, slightly out of breath, showing no signs of anger.
Seeing this, Zhao Jin tentatively asked, "Teacher Tang, did you hurt yourself?" "Ah! No... I'm fine! Goodbye!" Tang Yating blushed and hurriedly ran away. Although Zhao Jin found it a little strange, unable to figure out the reason, he quickly became immersed in reminiscing about their "happy time."
[The End]

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