Memories of a Mature Woman

After returning from the hot spring resort, Li Rufei was initially filled with shame and remorse. How could she have done such a thing—making love with Wu Huaxin in front of her best friend? The more she thought about

it, the more painful it became. However, Dong Wenqian comforted and reassured her several times, saying that only the three of them knew about it and wouldn't tell anyone else. Li Rufei gradually calmed down, trying her best not to think about those things, and slowly began to rekindle her former passion and care for Wu Huaxin, which made Wu Huaxin extremely happy. But after doing these things, fearing that Aunt Fei would resent him again, he maintained restraint and suppressed his inner desires.

One Saturday afternoon, Wu Huaxin sat listlessly on his bed, flipping through old photo albums. As he flipped through them, a familiar and dear face came into view, bringing him back to beautiful memories from a year ago… Huayu

Middle School, a key municipal middle school, where countless children of high-ranking officials and wealthy families were sent to study.

In the teachers' dormitory of Huayu Middle School, a passionate love scene was about to unfold.

The school playground was quiet on the weekend, with only a few teachers entering and leaving through the school gate. But inside a two-bedroom teacher's dormitory, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Clothes were scattered all over the living room floor, and a black bra lay on a cup on the coffee table, still swaying slightly. This suggested that the woman in the room had just been stripped of her last defenses.

From the bedroom next to the living room came moans and groans: "You promised me you wouldn't come in." A woman with long, flowing black hair and a shy expression seemed to be pushing against the boy on top of her with one hand, while her other hand tried to protect her underwear from being pulled down.

The boy's buttocks were moving vigorously up and down, his hands restlessly kneading her high, white breasts. His hot lips were kissing all over the woman's upper body, as if he wanted to devour her whole. They were 15-year-old Wu Huaxin and his 34-year-old homeroom teacher, Zheng Xianghong!

"No, you can't do this, you can't take it off..." "I want it, give it to me, teacher, please give it to me..."

Just as Wu Huaxin was about to forcibly tear off his underwear, a loud slap landed on his face.

Instantly, a bright red handprint appeared on his left cheek. Wu Huaxin covered his face, staring blankly at his teacher, while Zheng Xianghong was stunned. She seemed not to have expected that she would hit her favorite student, Wu Huaxin, so hard.

Zheng Xianghong struggled to sit up from Wu Huaxin, while Wu Huaxin remained seated on her lap. The difference was that his once proud and firm breasts had quickly softened after that slap. He didn't understand why his most beloved and respected teacher would slap him like that. He didn't understand why his teacher allowed him to touch and kiss his entire body, yet still wouldn't let him enter his most desired sacred place!

Of course, it's normal for someone Wu Huaxin's age to have sexual urges, and it's also normal for him not to understand why his teacher did this. Perhaps in a few years, as he grows older and gains more experience, he will naturally understand!

"Does it hurt?" Zheng Xianghong asked calmly.

"No!" Wu Huaxin answered firmly. He answered firmly because he saw the slight furrow in his teacher's brow when she asked him, indicating that her calm exterior concealed a heart full of heartache. At this moment, he needed to answer his teacher with the magnanimity and firmness of a man.

Wu Huaxin got up from Zheng Xianghong and lay down next to her on the large double bed, breathing softly.

He glanced at his teacher, who was still naked...

Zheng Xianghong, thirty-four years old, a teacher at Huayu Middle School, and Wu Huaxin's homeroom teacher in junior high school.

Zheng Xianghong, a woman who adhered to traditional virtues, only wanted to educate her student, Wu Huaxin, to understand the female body and to warn him against any further transgressions. This would prevent the precocious boy from having wild thoughts and allow him to concentrate on his studies. But she still felt uneasy and ashamed. Although he was her most beloved student, she was, after all, a wife and mother... Let

's go back to a certain day some time ago, to Teacher Zheng Xianghong's Chinese class.

At this moment, Wu Huaxin had no interest in the lesson. His mind was still replaying the explicit images he'd seen online. He knew it wasn't good, but his precocious nature made it impossible for him to escape the alluring sights.

"Wu Huaxin, Wu Huaxin!"

"Hmm! Oh!" Wu Huaxin snapped out of his reverie.

"Please summarize the central idea of this article!" In Zheng Xianghong's eyes, Wu Huaxin was a cute and obedient student, not only because of his consistently good grades, but also because of the maturity and understanding he possessed for a 15-year-old.

"Teacher, I can't summarize it. I didn't pay attention in class." Wu Huaxin's words caused a stir in the class, and Zheng Xianghong stared at him in disbelief.

"Alright, please sit down. Other students, please answer!" With that, she turned and walked towards the podium.

Wu Huaxin's eyes lit up; he noticed how good Zheng Xianghong's figure was—162 centimeters tall. Even in winter, a sweater couldn't hide her slender waist, and a long, straight cotton skirt made her full hips stand out even more. He soon found his penis hard again. That night, he fantasized about his homeroom teacher. For

several days in a row, Zheng Xianghong noticed that Wu Huaxin's inattentiveness in class was getting worse, and other teachers had also reported the situation to her. She became deeply worried; what was wrong with this lovely child? "Wu Huaxin, please come to my office after school today. I have some questions for you."

"Oh! Okay!" Wu Huaxin knew what Teacher Zheng wanted to ask, but he was considering how to answer. "Ding ding ding," the school bell rang, and the students of Class A in the third year of junior high school rushed out of the classroom like lightning. The weekend felt so good.

But Wu Huaxin, head down and filled with worry, nervously walked into Teacher Zheng Xianghong's office. Because it was winter, it was already quite dark. Only one of the three fluorescent lights in the office was on, and the air conditioner was blowing warm air, making his face feel hot.

He saw only Ms. Zheng Xianghong sitting there, her arms crossed over her chest, her black hair cascading down to her shoulders, a purple coat hanging on a hanger, her full breasts still protruding restlessly through her pink sweater. All of this made Wu Huaxin's eyes light up!

"Tell me, what's wrong with you lately? You're seriously distracted in class, and your grades have plummeted!"

"I, I..." Wu Huaxin stammered, unable to speak.

Yes, how could a 15-year-old explain such a thing? But Wu Huaxin knew in his heart. He couldn't bear this torment; his little brother was constantly tormenting him. Ever since he saw Zheng Xianghong's alluring back in class last time, he had fantasized about making love with Ms. Zheng every day.

"Now it's just the two of us. I hope you can answer me honestly in front of me. Perhaps I can help you solve your difficulties."

"I..." Seeing Wu Huaxin still hesitating, Zheng Xianghong said, "Wu Huaxin, you're a good child. Your teacher likes you very much, not only because of your good grades, but also because you're mature, sensible, and not mischievous. I hope you'll tell me about your difficulties; perhaps I can help you solve them." Hearing this, and gazing at his teacher's alluring figure,

Wu Huaxin was torn: if he spoke, the teacher would at most scold him a few times. If he didn't speak, he wouldn't be happy, and the teacher would dig deeper. Should he just go for it and speak?

After making up his mind, Wu Huaxin recounted the whole story. After finishing, he composed himself and noticed that Teacher Zheng Xianghong's face was flushed and her body was trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but swallowed his words. After a while, seeing that Teacher Zheng still hadn't spoken, he said, "Teacher, if there's nothing else, I'll go back now. Goodbye, teacher." With that, Wu Huaxin ran out like a thief. He jogged home, but the house was empty, except for a note left on the dining table.

"Huaxin, we don't know when you'll be back. Mom and Dad are out doing business and won't be back for a while. Take care of yourself and stay safe. There's 2000 yuan in your room for living expenses during this time. Take care of yourself!" Sitting alone in the empty room, Wu Huaxin shouted in his heart, "Long live freedom!"

Meanwhile, Zheng Xianghong was stunned when she learned that Wu Huaxin had been daydreaming and his grades were falling behind. She never imagined that she would be the object of a 15-year-old boy's fantasies and fantasies. She was at a loss, unsure how to solve the problem. Yet, she also felt a sliver of joy; at 34, she could still manage to handle such a young child's cough.

She packed her clothes and returned home. Her child was with her parents, and her husband had gone to Beijing for training a week ago. Besides reading, she had nothing else important to do at home.

Thinking of Wu Huaxin, that lovely child facing such troubles, she worried that if she didn't educate him properly, it would ruin him. She genuinely liked the child, though she couldn't quite explain why. She felt she should have a proper talk with his parents. Having made up her mind about how to handle the situation, Zheng Xianghong dressed, foregoing dinner, and set off for Wu Huaxin's house.

"Ding." Wu Huaxin heard the doorbell and thought it was a family member returning. But when he opened the door, it was indeed his teacher, Zheng Xianghong. Wu Huaxin's mouth dropped open.

"Teacher, what brings you here? Please come in!" Wu Huaxin said, secretly relieved that his family wasn't home, otherwise, today would have been terrible.

"I'll come to your house to see if your parents are home yet."

"My parents are busy with work and won't be back for a while."

"Oh," Zheng Xianghong said, feeling disappointed.

Seeing the teacher arrive and no one else around, Wu Huaxin decided to boldly express his thoughts. "Teacher, you're very beautiful, and I really like you. I think about you every night, I can't stand it anymore." Zheng Xianghong blushed, but smiled and said, "Huaxin seems to have grown up. It's normal for you to have such thoughts; every boy has these kinds of ideas during his growth. But you should know you're still young. Right now, it's just a physical urge, lacking emotional connection. Your main task is to study, to study diligently. Next year you'll be taking the high school entrance exam. Your goal is to get into the prestigious Yuelong Middle School in Nantong City, which is the most important thing for you." Wu Huaxin listened silently. He knew. He didn't want to force the teacher to satisfy him, but he knew that if his physical needs weren't met, he couldn't concentrate on his studies.

He had learned from various sources that long-term masturbation was bad. Wu Huaxin stared longingly at Teacher Zheng, and Zheng Xianghong seemed to see a certain yearning in Wu Huaxin's eyes.

"Haven't eaten yet? Come on, Teacher will take you out to eat!" The brief silence was broken...

In the following days, Wu Huaxin didn't seem to change much; he was still daydreaming in class.

Zheng Xianghong saw this and felt a pang of pain in her heart. She couldn't bear to see such a good child become so despondent, but what could she do?

"I know Wu Huaxin likes me, should I..." A thought flashed through Zheng Xianghong's mind. No, that would be too crazy. But without this, it seemed there was no other way to save this child.

Zheng Xianghong cared deeply for Wu Huaxin; she couldn't bear to see him suffer… Slowly, she tried to convince herself to… [txt novel download: www.wrshu.com]

Maybe if I don't help him, he might be finished. Besides, as long as he doesn't interfere with me… Zheng Xianghong comforted herself with these thoughts…

One sunny morning, Zheng Xianghong came to Wu Huaxin's side: “Huaxin, come to my house after school this afternoon. I need to tutor you on some homework.” She then turned and left.

Watching Zheng Xianghong's retreating figure, Wu Huaxin suddenly realized, could it be Teacher Zheng…?

As darkness fell, in Teacher Zheng Xianghong's dormitory, the air conditioner was set to its highest temperature, the whirring hot air significantly raising the room's temperature.

In the guest room, Zheng Xianghong said to Wu Huaxin: “Huaxin, I've agreed to your request today, but you're only allowed to touch the places I allow you to touch, otherwise…”

“Teacher, are you really sure? Don't worry, Teacher…!” Wu Huaxin replied in a slightly trembling voice .

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