[Teacher Yao Jingting's affair] (4)

4.
Before Mom came home, I sneaked into her bedroom. Mom's photo album had very few solo photos; almost every

picture had several unattractive girls standing next to her to highlight her tall and beautiful figure. Surrounded by these ordinary friends,

Mom tried to hunch her back and lower her head, but her outstanding charm couldn't be hidden. I searched for a long time and only found one

photo of Mom and Dad when they first started dating. My young mom wore a pair of white fitted trousers in a

way that looked like capri pants, and a light purple collared shirt barely covered her fair skin. The photo looked like it was taken secretly;

she stretched one hand forward as if to stop someone, and held a water bottle in the other as if to threaten them. Her face was full of shy,

charming , domineering, and happy expressions. This was the only photo where she didn't bend over and cover her beautiful chest with her hand. I was

mesmerized. Because this photo turned out well, Dad printed many copies. I secretly took two,

one for my friend and the other for myself.
As I walked out with the photos, I noticed something amiss in the bedroom. My mother's trash can was half

full of used tissues, and the sheets had been changed. Not only that, but when I lifted the pillow, I saw a tangled mess

of bandages underneath. Bandages?
I put everything back in its place and went back to my room to call Tiezi, telling him it was all taken care of.

I wasn't in the mood for that group chat today, so I just chatted with Wang Yan for a while.
My mother came home more than four hours later than usual, bringing me takeout. As soon as she got back, she

asked me with concern if I was hungry. I noticed her eyes were a little red, as if she had been crying. Had she gone to the hospital to see my father?
My mother was the same as she had been these past few days, sitting on the bed rubbing her delicate little feet, sighing occasionally.
"Mom, what did you do this afternoon? Why didn't you assign any homework?" My little one

was upset about this.
"Oh. Mom went to a meeting at the Education Bureau this afternoon." My mother is a key figure in the city's education system, so being called to meetings

is a common occurrence. "Did you forget to assign homework? It's okay, everyone can take a day off." Just as I

had said.
"Yeah, I also wanted the students to have a day off." Remembering the strange thing in my mom's room, I casually

asked , "What's with the bandage under the pillow?"
"Oh... well... Mom sprained her ankle, so I found some bandages to hold it in place." So that's it,

no wonder she's been rubbing her foot these past few days.
"You came into Mom's room again without permission? What were you looking for?" Mom immediately switched from defense to offense.
"I..." Could I say I came to steal the photos?
"Is your allowance not enough? You can't just come into Mom's room without permission and touch other people

's things without permission, that's stealing! Even if it's family!" Mom started lecturing me. "

You haven't even gotten over the fight with your classmates this morning , and now you're stealing again tonight?"
"Qiangqiang, you've been getting worse and worse lately—talking in class, fighting, and stealing!" Mom's voice

was noticeably louder, but I could sense a lack of confidence in her, as if someone had drained her strength. "You're so old now,

you should be more sensible. Can you make my life easier?"
I nodded; my recent behavior had indeed been poor.
"Qiangqiang, you're your father and mother's only hope. You must not let your parents down."

Mom said, her voice trembling with grievance.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good." I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mom knead my

bound feet, encased in light pink cotton socks. "Mom, let me massage them for you."
"No...no!" Mom recoiled as if electrocuted, pulling back a few inches, her feet retracting as well.

"You...you go study. Study hard, don't cause Mom trouble, and you'll make my life easier."
I turned and walked to the door, only to be stopped by Mom again. "Qiangqiang, if you're out of pocket money, just tell your mom.

Stealing is a moral issue. Here, take this two hundred."
I was a little reluctant when I gave Tiezi the photo. The thought of Tiezi masturbating wildly in front of his mom's

expression , and possibly smearing his stinking semen on the photo, filled me with a disgusting

sense of guilt. You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub, and you can't get a video without a photo, so I had to give it to him. Luckily, I kept

one for myself, so it wasn't too much of a loss.
"Brother Qiang, what's your relationship with Teacher Yao? You've managed to get so many private things these past few days; I have

immense respect for you!" Tiezi said excitedly, holding the photo.
"I...she's my tutor!" How could I reveal our mother-son relationship at a time like this?
"Wow, why don't you take advantage of this?" Tiezi became even more excited, carefully hiding the photo and

staring at me with admiration.
"I...you know her aura, how could I dare?" I thought of my mother's

noble and dignified demeanor among my classmates, and a perfect excuse came to mind.
"That's true, although Teacher Yao's figure is tempting, her domineering demeanor and imposing

eyes stop me from having any impure thoughts, especially considering she's a Taekwondo expert, I can only behave myself," Tiezi said.
"Where's what I asked for?" I asked about the video, and Tiezi mysteriously handed me a USB drive. I

asked, "You copied it? You didn't show it to anyone else, did you?"
"Brother Zhi posted it on the cloud drive, only leaving it for us to download for three days, it's long gone now. I didn't

show it to anyone else, you're the first," Tiezi whispered to me.
"Three days? When did he post the video?" This video is from a long time ago?
"About a month or so," Tiezi recalled. So that means it was about four weeks after the start of the semester.
In the days following receiving the photos, my father's condition worsened, and my mother and I

went . Finally, one day, taking advantage of a chance to go home early, I nervously opened

the video . The picture wasn't very clear. The woman in the video had her buttons undone, her bra pushed up, and her hands were

handcuffed to the headboard. She was lying on her side, her slender figure contrasting sharply with her ample breasts. Those

large, round breasts, both in size and shape, were exactly like my mother's, and the homemade giant

bra me unable to believe my eyes. The man's penis was squeezed into the woman's full buttocks,

the glans invisible. I wondered how much he had inserted into her peach-like buttocks. Those millstone-sized buttocks were so similar to my mother's

, especially the way her buttocks unconsciously tensed when she was nervous—it was practically like my mother being raped. The woman's pants were...

Halfway down her pants, the waistband bunched up just above her knees, revealing long, straight, snow-white thighs that were both pure and sexy.

The socks as simple and beautiful as her mother's. Thumb cuffs were on her two delicate big toes. Her small, tender

feet seemed to belong to the same person as her mother's, or the prostitute from a few days ago, or even the woman in the "breast-stealing" pictures. The man

kneaded her buttocks while laboriously

pushing

his penis inside. The woman wasn't very cooperative, but she seemed to have little strength. Her hands were tied to the headboard, preventing her from struggling, and the bunched-up pants at her knees seemed to bind her legs. The thumb cuffs on her feet prevented her from even moving her toes. Especially when the man caressed her large breasts, she only

offered token resistance.
The video was only five minutes long. Although the man's penis was inserted into the woman's full buttocks, it was impossible to see

whether penetrating her private parts. Throughout the entire process, the woman kept her legs tightly closed, and the penis moved very little.

In the video, both of their voices sounded a few pitches higher, which sounded strange. Besides moaning

and intermittent crying, the woman only said, "No! Enough! No! That's enough... You said you'd

only touch my breasts! Not there! Don't touch me anymore! Spare me. I can't touch you anymore!" The man,

panting heavily , didn't say much, "I like you, touch me again, so big! So soft! Nobody knows what happened tonight,

what are you worried about? You expect me to help you after just two touches?"
Looking at the video alone, the woman's clothes, pants, socks, figure, and movements are almost identical to my mother's. Because

she's facing the camera sideways, her full buttocks are clenched, so it's impossible to tell if she's pubic. But I think it absolutely can't

be my mother, because my mother has no reason to be conquered by this man. The man mentioned helping her, but what does my mother need

help with? Money? Power? My mother doesn't need any of that! Tiezi said that the video and the subsequent photos belong to the same

person, and since my mother isn't pubic, it further proves that the woman in the video isn't my mother. But who filmed this video

? Why did they film this video? I was pondering this when Mom came home. I quickly pretended to be researching,

narrowly escaping a disaster.
Tiezi knew I'd seen the video and asked me during class, "How was it? Exciting, right? Someone really raped our goddess."
"You know, last time, someone threatened to seduce her homeroom teacher and put her underwear on

the class , and then someone put semen-stained underwear on our class's sign?" I asked.
"Yeah, so Teacher Yao was raped, and by someone in our class, really impressive," Tiezi

said.
"Don't you think it's suspicious?" I asked Tiezi. I knew perfectly well that Mom didn't have those kinds of underwear, nor

had she worn the high heels and stockings that Zhiquqiru had given out. But saying that would expose my relationship with Mom

and reveal her privacy. Actually, I had a better reason: "What do you think Zhiquqiru's motive was?"
"Motive?" Tiezi was stumped. It seemed he was too focused on the excitement to consider the motive

.
"Having an affair is never a respectable thing; it's always done secretly. But this person not only

made no attempt to hide it, but also spread rumors before framing the victim. Think about it, don't thieves pretend nothing happened after they steal?

Why would a thief write a note on the victim saying they were robbed? So I think it might be

someone jealous of Teacher Yao, trying to ruin her reputation," I analyzed.
Tiezi nodded, and I continued, "It could be Zhang Fan! Teacher Yao makes him uncomfortable every day, so he

wants to get revenge. It could also be a teacher from another class, trying to frame our class. Or maybe it's our

PE teacher."
Tiezi suddenly realized. "Fan-ge probably wouldn't have the guts. You mean the PE teacher? That's true! I heard he even tried to take advantage of

Teacher Yao, but failed in his attempted rape."
Tiezi was talking about how, shortly after Mom arrived at the school, many people were lusting after her beauty. The principal

and some powerful, influential, and lecherous old men wanted to sexually harass her. The principal wanted to make her his secretary so he could get

closer , but Mom refused. So the principal gave her a position in the student affairs office

to curry favor with her. Mom cleverly dealt with them, preventing them from succeeding. Later, our PE teacher tried to

conquer her with force, but he was no match for Mom and earned the stigma of attempted rape.

After the principal realized Mom was a tough nut to crack, he didn't dare to have any more evil thoughts and treated her with respect every time they met.
These people may have lost their guts, but their lust remains; it's hard to say whether they will retaliate against Mom.
"But isn't that woman in the video Teacher Yao?" Tiezi was almost convinced by me, but he

trusted .
"Her face is blurred, and her voice is distorted. It's not easy to find someone with a figure like Teacher Yao, especially

when she's dressed; you have a preconceived notion." My explanation didn't seem to convince myself.

I know Mom too well; finding someone with her perfect hourglass figure in the whole city is indeed difficult. "So, you

should think things through more in the future," I reminded Tiezi again.
"Brother Qiang is right," Tiezi was actually convinced. He probably watches too many pornographic videos and thinks

there are many women with big breasts and big hips, but Mom's long legs are unparalleled. Although I protected Mom

's image in Tiezi's eyes and cleared her name, I still felt uneasy. While investigating who framed

Mom , I also became more suspicious of her.
Days passed, and summer slowly arrived. For several months, Mom seemed particularly happy, her complexion

improved , and sometimes she would hum a little tune, Na Ying's "Conquer." The neighbor aunties all said that Mom had a second spring.

I never knew what a second spring meant, but Mom was indeed becoming more and more gentle and feminine.
The annual citywide youth basketball tournament finally arrived. Tiezi and I represented our school team and fought our way

to the finals. We encountered a tough opponent, and the game went to overtime three times in a row. In the end, Tiezi and I

won with a beautiful alley-oop. After the game, I took the towel Wang Yan handed me and drank some water.

Wang Yan excitedly snuggled against me, and seeing her adoring eyes, I hugged her tightly. But then I thought about

what would happen if my mother saw us, so I immediately pushed her away: "Be careful, Teacher Yao might see us." Wang Yan looked at me suspiciously and said,

"Teacher Yao? I didn't see her in the second half."
"The second half? That's over an hour now!" I suddenly had a bad feeling. "Where did she go

?"
"It seems she went to the bathroom, and she hasn't come out yet." Wang Yan pointed to the bathroom.
"I'll go find her," I said to Wang Yan. "Don't come with me, it'll be bad if Teacher Yao finds out."
My mom was one of the teachers leading the group, how could she run away at the last minute? I ran to the restroom, calling out as

I searched inside. The men's restroom in the gymnasium was under repair

, so
the women's restroom was being used as a public restroom. Seeing no one around, I called out a few times, "Mom... Mom." "Qiangqiang... um... Qiangqiang... I... I'm here..." My mom's voice was broken and weak. 　　"Mom, where is she... I'm coming in?" I went into the restroom. Suddenly, my mom came out Her face was flushed, and she was covered in sweat. Her white shirt clung to her body, highlighting her curves. After coming out, my mom immediately closed the stall door and walked towards me while fastening her belt. 　　"Qiangqiang, what brings you here?" My mom sounded a little nervous. She finished fastening her belt and pulled me out. My mom's delicate, soft hands were covered in sweat. 　　"Mom, why did it take you so long to go to the restroom?" My mom's expression at this moment rekindled my long-dormant suspicions. 　　"Oh, I've been feeling a bit feverish lately, so I was gone a little longer," Mom explained. 　　After leaving the restroom, I walked a few steps and stared at Mom's chest. "Mom, your shirt isn't buttoned up properly." 　　Mom awkwardly buttoned it up, and I could tell she was very nervous; her hand was trembling as she held the buttons. Mom never unbuttoned her collar, so why was she unbuttoning her shirt today while using the restroom? Her fair breasts were exposed through the open collar, and her large bra held them in an upturned shape. Wait, her full-cup bra seemed to be crooked too. What's wrong with Mom today? Why is Mom, who is usually so neat and tidy, so sloppy today? Is it really like what Tiezi and Zhiquqiru said? Why did Mom close that stall door behind her? The truth is in that restroom stall, and I'm determined to find out today. 　　With that thought, I shook off Mom's hand and ran back to the restroom. The moment I opened the stall door, my heart jumped into my throat. 　　"Empty!" I exclaimed in surprise. The stall Mom had just used was perfectly normal, except for the lonely toilet seat . Was this the truth? Mom hadn't cheated on me! 　　"Qiangqiang, what are you doing?" Mom rushed over. Seeing that the stall was empty, she touched her chest. 　　"Mom, since I'm here, I'll just use the restroom too." Could I say I came to the restroom to check if Mom was cheating on me? I pushed Mom out, locked the stall door, lowered the toilet seat, and sat down. I needed to sort out my thoughts. 　　We hadn't walked far; if she had a lover, she would still be here. But the restroom was empty. So , Mom hadn't cheated on me, hadn't betrayed Dad and me. But how did I explain her unbuttoned shirt and her crooked bra? Had I overlooked something? Sitting on the toilet, I suddenly realized something was wrong with it! 　　This toilet is almost ten centimeters taller than the one in my house. I remembered that when we first moved, my mother specifically chose a smaller toilet because my family is tall and the house is small, making it cramped. A shorter toilet would save space. My shorter toilet caused my estimation error. So, the difference in genital size between the two people I spied on in the bathroom must be 34 centimeters. If the woman is 1.8 meters tall, the man is less than 1.5 meters — a dwarf! And the dust on those expensive leather shoes, the punishment run in PE class… Zhong Kai! That lewd smile flashed before my eyes. Whether he orchestrated this farce to frame my mother or not, he was definitely ! 　　Recalling the woman's appearance, her slender legs and delicate feet, and the way I frantically smelled the high heels of the woman he was having sex with, I couldn't help but feel jealous of him. 　　I never expected to discover two truths here, but I couldn't feel happy at all. I walked ahead of my mother, feeling sullen . 　　Mom patted my basketball jersey and shorts: "How did you get so dirty playing basketball!" 　　I patted my bottom too: I didn't fall! 　　The first Saturday after the basketball game, Mom went out early to the hospital to take care of Dad. Since she wasn't home in the afternoon, I suggested going to see a movie with Wang Yan. Of course, we had to grab a quick lunch out. Mom had been giving me a lot of pocket money lately, so taking my girlfriend to a mid-range restaurant wouldn't be a problem. 　　I waited a few minutes at the restaurant before Wang Yan arrived. Her face was flushed and she was quite adorable. I had just invited her to sit down she shoved her purse into my hand and hurriedly went to the restroom with a handbag. A moment later, just as I was wondering what was going on, she emerged wearing a snow-white sailor uniform with a dark blue collar. Her two cute little apples on her snow-white chest were prominently displayed. The skirt of the sailor uniform only reached just below her thighs, and there was a gap between her fair and firm thighs beneath the pleated skirt —what Westerners often call a "thigh gap." Legend has it that women with this feature have more attractive thighs and buttocks and are more likely to give birth easily. Childbirth seems too far removed from our lives, but my mother's full thighs had no gap; her rounded legs were so wide that even a needle couldn't pass through them. And I was born via cesarean section, so Western research might not be entirely without merit. Wang Yan wore black stockings that reached above her knees, only revealing a sliver of fair skin beneath her dark blue pleated skirt—very sexy. 　　She walked straight to my side, carrying her changed clothes. Several men had been glancing at her when she first came in, and now even more were staring at her. From a conservative, innocent girl to a slightly Japanese-style, pure-hearted young woman, I almost didn't recognize her. 　　"Do you like it?" Seeing the many hot gazes in the restaurant, Wang Yan blushed even more, snuggling close to me and murmuring. 　　"I love it!" Seeing my girl's dramatic transformation, I felt a mix of excitement and a touch of insecurity. " Why are you dressed like this?" I asked. 　　"I secretly bought it, and I wore it especially for you today," Wang Yan said shyly. 　　"Oh, okay, then you can only wear it when it's just the two of us. I don't want others to see it," I suggested. " 　　Okay, you're so possessive..." Wang Yan said coquettishly. 　　Clothes make the man; a change of clothes can make a world of difference. I couldn't help but think of that unrestrained "high-class prostitute" and my conservative mother. One of the reasons I always excluded my mother was that she never wore those revealing clothes, but if she kept them in the office, she would change into them when she met her lover...

I didn't dare think about it anymore. "Has Zhong Kai been bothering you again lately?" My girlfriend sat

next to this sleazy man, I couldn't relax for a moment.
"He's been alright lately. I heard Teacher Yao is going to tutor him today," Wang Yan said while eating.
"What? Tutoring?" Why hadn't my mother mentioned tutoring to me?
"Yes, although school rules prohibit teachers from having private tutors, Zhong Kai's family seems to have some

connections with the principal, and he insisted on having tutoring from Teacher Yao. Teacher Yao had no choice but to agree." Seeing my disbelief, Wang Yan added,

"Zhong Kai told me yesterday."
"Oh, I see." Tutoring? Why didn't my mother tell me?

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