[Buttocks] (Chapter Nine)

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June 17, 2015 in the forum . Is this the first post on this site? Yes. What are everyone's opinions on Huixin's infidelity? As for the infidelity, do you hope it will last longer or shorter? We hope everyone will actively reply and discuss. In addition, everyone can also reply and discuss their opinions on the development of the plot and the female characters. ————————————————————————————————————— 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Nine Implementation 　　Weekends always pass quickly for students, but this weekend I felt that time was passing too slowly for the first time, and I was looking forward to Monday. 　　After a passionate encounter with my mother on Saturday night—although the passion was one-sided, I didn't believe that my mother would be indifferent to a man's penis. I had begun to slowly get my mother used to the temperature of my penis, and now the most important thing was to control the heat and simmer it for a while. 　　Of course, everything was perfect at first, and the plan was proceeding as expected, but I just happened to find some imperfections . No, all the beauty vanished in an instant because of those imperfections. The tear in my mother's stockings reignited my already heightened vigilance, making me realize that the next step of my plan was imminent. 　　Watching my mother sitting in the living room, hugging a pillow, watching a Korean drama, and adopting a childlike expression, I was slightly lost in thought. This woman, who could cry and laugh, who yearned for fairytale love, who, even tainted by society, still believed in romance, who remained untainted by the mud, was the one I had pinned down last night, who had vigorously kneaded her breasts and buttocks. Perhaps she still had some red marks on her body. I wondered if my parents had sex last night? If they had , did my father notice these incestuous bruises? But given my mother's cautious nature, I figured they probably hadn't. Yet, this immoral fantasy stirred a surge of excitement within me. 　　Bathed in the soft morning sunlight, my mother seemed to radiate maternal glow. This was the mother who carried me for ten months, raised me, and fed me. Thinking of this, I felt a warmth in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel that my attitude towards her last night had been a bit too harsh. But when something you thought was perfect, someone you thought was sacred , reveals their hidden filth, the contrast is truly heartbreaking. The deeper the love, the greater the pain. This inner turmoil even began to twist my mind. But wasn't my illicit love for my mother already the beginning of that distortion? 　　I walked to the sofa and sat down next to my mother abruptly. She was engrossed in watching TV and was startled by my movement, causing her pillow to fall to the floor. My mother looked at me reproachfully, patting her ample breasts cutely. The sight of their impressive rise and fall sent a chill down my spine. At that moment, I so wished I were that hand! 　　Mom rolled her eyes at me, then went back to watching TV. "Why aren't you studying in your room? What You scared me half to death." 　　"Of course, it's because your son saw you were all alone and felt lonely, so I came to keep you company. Don't be afraid, Mom, let me pat you." I grinned mischievously, my right arm neatly around Mom's shoulder, gently patting her. 　　Mom turned her head, our eyes met, and she looked at me with disdain. "No way, your old lady can't take that. You'd better not have any bad ideas today, and even if you did, I wouldn't help you." 　　Facing Mom's clear gaze, the invisible pressure of her position made me back down first, my face turning red . Even though I've been through some things, even though I'm mature beyond my years, the person I'm facing is still my mother, and she has a natural ability to make you feel guilty. 　　"No way," I said, a little embarrassed, using a coquettish tone. Coquetry was undoubtedly my son's best weapon . "Mom, actually, I came to apologize. I didn't consider your feelings last night, and I must have hurt you. It's my fault, Mom, I'm sorry." 　　Mom was clearly taken aback, obviously not expecting me to apologize. Recalling the embarrassing scene , her face flushed. That little rascal still hurt from pinching her like that last night! Thinking of this, a warm current surged through her chest, nipples, and buttocks, making her shiver involuntarily. Damn it, Mom cursed inwardly. 　　Realizing she had been a bit inappropriate, Mom turned her face away from the TV, her lips slightly pouting. "Now you know how to apologize? Why didn't you care about Mom last night? You were so rough, it was like you wanted to die ! It's not like I wasn't going to give you..." Mom seemed to realize her words were a bit ambiguous, her voice lowering until it was barely audible, like a chirping insect, her face turning completely red. Mom was secretly annoyed. Huixin, you 're going to die! What nonsense are you spouting? This is your son! However, it's all that naughty boy's fault. Last night, his dad came home and was so eager to have me, it really startled me. If I hadn't been on my period recently, I don't know how I would have gotten out of it. This son of mine really makes things difficult for me as a mother. Should I tone it down a bit? 　　Looking at my mother's wandering eyes, which seemed to hold a deep, flowing gaze, I glanced at her beautiful, white legs under her pink hot pants. They were like a naturally formed piece of jade, and they were shifting restlessly. It made me feel a surge of desire, and I couldn't resist the urge to place my hands on them and use their coolness to soothe the heat in my heart. 　　However, I refrained from doing anything. Making any moves on my mother would undoubtedly tell her that her son is lewd and wants her body. This would only make things awkward for both of them and wouldn't help . Right now, this is the crucial period for nurturing our relationship, and I mustn't ruin the whole plan because of a momentary impulse. 　　Facing my mother, who is quite sensitive, I believe that touching her heart through her body is the key to getting her to open up to me further, until she opens her legs completely. A woman cannot be conquered by just a penis. 　　"Mom, I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong." I lowered my head like a child admitting his mistake, but my eyes were fixed on my mother's beautiful legs. If eyes could be tangible, I think countless little snakes would be crawling on my mother's thighs right now. 　　My mother didn't notice my gaze and thought I was feeling guilty. Her maternal love began to overflow, and she patted my head, saying, "Okay, okay, Mom wasn't really angry, otherwise I would have ignored you. Don't do that again, okay?" 　　Perhaps she didn't mean anything by it, but I took it to heart and immediately perked up: "Mom, you mean you still have to help me with that in the future?" I looked at my mother expectantly.

Mom then realized the flaw in her words and was quite embarrassed by my sophistry. She slapped me on the head:
"Get lost, don't bother me!"

Seeing Mom's daughterly expression, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I touched Mom's pretty face,
adding fuel to the fire, and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely be gentler from now on and treat you well, so
you can feel happy too." I intentionally or unintentionally prolonged the "happy" feeling. Seeing Mom's eyes almost spitting fire, I quickly
reached out and pinched her breast, then ran away, leaving Mom stomping her feet on the ground before
quietly watching TV, her eyes somewhat dazed.

For the rest of the time, I maintained a respectful attitude towards Mom. At most, we touched each other's calves during meals,
but I always did it in a seemingly unintentional way, unlike in many novels where the son
pesters her breasts, buttocks, and clitoris, and frequently engaging in French kissing. How invincible must such a son be, and
how lewd must such a mother be? Of course, I wish I could be that invincible, but reality is reality. My mother is, after all, a traditional
mother. Most of my attempts to provoke her can only be limited to specific situations, occasional playful squabbles are fine,
otherwise not only make her suspicious but also resentful.

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Soon, Monday arrived peacefully after the weekend with my mother. We arrived at
school . The school gatekeeper was a little surprised that someone was here so early. He opened the gate and saw that it was the school's goddess-like teacher. He
quickly let us through. Seeing his lecherous look as he stared at my mother's stunning face, I felt both amused and disgusted. However, my mother
always had a smile on her face. She smiled, nodded, thanked the gatekeeper, and drove away with me.

Since I was going back home for the weekend, I didn't bring many bags. My mother and I easily
carried my daily necessities and books from my mother's car to her dormitory on the second floor.

Arriving at my mother's dormitory, I carefully observed the room, which wasn't particularly large:
a single bed stood against the door, with a small bookshelf built into the wall—making the most of everything. Next to the bed was a
small desk, and next to that was a small cabinet for clothes. On the cabinet was a washbasin,
and on the floor next to it was my mother's foot basin, which she probably rarely used, since the school had communal bathrooms. My mother
had initially said she wanted to replace all the basins she'd used, saying it wouldn't be hygienic for us to share them. I refused, using
the excuse of not wanting to waste things. I'd even considered teasing her, saying I liked using things she'd used,
but I thought better of it.

That was the room's layout—small but perfectly formed. Most importantly, the woman of the house was diligent in cleaning,
making the room incredibly tidy and comfortable.

Through the small, open window, I could see the school wall directly opposite. Some trees and bushes
attracted . The thought of sleeping with these bugs at night sent
a chill down my spine, even though I'm usually quite pampered. To the right was still the wall, and to the left, I could see half of the playground. Because the school
faces , my mother's dormitory was located at the back of the building, so it didn't get much sunlight in the morning, only getting
plenty of light in the evening.

After observing the overall layout and watching my hardworking mother bustling about, I composed myself. Next, I needed
to figure out where to put the recorder. The bookshelf was the first place I ruled out; if my mother came to get a book, it would be easily discovered.
The wardrobe was also unreliable; it only had one opening, so placing it near the opening would make it easy to spot, and if I put it inside,
the sound would definitely be blocked by the clothes. The desk? It was still feasible, but compared to…

I shifted my gaze to the headboard of the single bed. Since the other three sides of the bed were directly in contact with the ground, placing it under
the bed was impractical. Only the headboard had a gap, and my eyes lit up immediately—this was it!

After my mother left, I laboriously moved the headboard a little, widening the gap to fit
my hand, and then placed the recorder inside.

I then painstakingly put the bed back in its original position, patted the stains off my hands, and smiled with satisfaction.
The plan was officially underway; now it was just a matter of waiting. Looking out the window, I felt a mix of anticipation and hope
that the rabbit—no, the wolf—would never appear.

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After busying myself in my mother's dormitory, time flew by, and it was time for morning reading. I hurriedly packed my bag and went to
the classroom.

Along the way, I ran into several fellow boarding students from my class, all looking at me in surprise in the direction I came from. I explained
the reason to them, and they all looked at me with envy. After all, living alone is much more
comfortable , especially now that it's summer. The smell in the dorms is unimaginable; if air weren't
a necessity, who would want to take another breath? Thankfully, the school has forgotten its mission of exploiting students and
installed air conditioning in the dorms. Oh, and I forgot to mention, the teachers' dorms have had air conditioning since they were built. So those boarding
students no longer need to use electric fans to cool off every day. Besides, some problems can't be solved by these appliances.
Of course, the school doesn't provide air conditioning for free; the electricity costs are split among the students—it's only
fair .

At this time, the school was already filled with the sound of students reading aloud. The early birds, I wonder if they've caught any worms, were still
circling in the air, then suddenly turned and flew off somewhere else. The morning light enveloped the school,
adding On this seemingly peaceful and serene school ground, countless lives were growing wildly.

We walked into the classroom just as the morning reading bell rang. Seeing Ms. Su already standing on the podium assigning reading
tasks , I realized it was English reading time. Ms. Su nodded to us, signaling us to hurry.
I don't know if it was narcissism, but I felt she glanced at me a couple of times.

Walking past her, I noticed she was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt. Her full, round buttocks, like
inflated cotton, bulged out from behind, their plumpness contrasting sharply with her slender waist. Her
upper body looked delicate, as if it might break with a single touch; her lower body looked like it would burst with moisture if squeezed. Beneath
the short skirt were a pair of long legs clad in flesh-colored stockings that couldn't be ignored. At around 1.75 meters tall,
Ms. Su had the capital to stand out from the crowd. This alluring vixen, I thought to myself,
was , making me want to reach out and play with those beautiful legs. Of course, I wasn't bold enough to do that.
I'm only fantasizing about Teacher Su, just like with my mother. Everything needs a trigger; otherwise,
I'll just have the desire but not the courage.

Reluctantly returning to my seat, I looked at Wang Qiang, who was holding his English book upside down and bowing his head repeatedly. I
smiled ; he must have been exhausted last night. In high school, all my deskmates suddenly became boys, which
annoyed me, but I couldn't object. My deskmate for over half a year was named Yin Junzi. No matter how
you look at someone with the surname Yin and the name Junzi, he doesn't seem like a good person. In my opinion, he was a complete hypocrite, two-faced.
Whenever Wang Qiang and I shared something good and asked him if he wanted a look, he would always righteously refuse, but then he would always
be eavesdropping . I even noticed his erection a few times, especially when they talked about Teacher Su.

What's even more infuriating is that this kid is the English class representative. With his relentless studying, his grades are actually quite
good. Every time I see him fawning over Ms. Su, especially the barely concealed desire in his eyes,
it makes me utterly disgusted.

Ms. Su would come down and give Wang Qiang a nudge every time she saw him sleeping, at least
two or three times during each morning reading session. But Wang Qiang was incorrigible, sleeping soundly as usual. Talking to him was useless. Logically, a teacher could just let it go
at this point, but Ms. Su continued
to remind him every class, firmly believing that Wang Qiang could reform. Little did she know that Wang Qiang was under her spell; she was truly a stubborn yet
adorable woman.

In stark contrast to Ms. Su was our math teacher, Huang Yun, whom we privately called the "expressionless woman." We called her
expressionless not because she was dull-looking—in fact, she was fairly good-looking—but because her face always wore
a cold, expressionless expression. She always wore a simple ponytail and
was very strict with her students, never smiling, and very rigid, making them afraid to approach her. Huang Yun
always looked at students like Wang Qiang with disdain, naturally ignoring them and letting them drift along. In her words, they'd be washed away by the waves
sooner or later. So, Wang Qiang, besides being afraid of this expressionless woman, would threaten me that he'd eventually
"fuck" her to death in bed. In his words, he'd "follow Huang Yun's big breasts and her thin stream." Every time he finished making such a threat, his eyes
would gleam with lust, but I think he was only destined for fantasies. Speaking of which, I have to mention Huang Yun's figure.
Unlike my mother's full and well-proportioned figure, and unlike Ms. Su's slender and graceful figure, Huang Yun can only be described with one word: big.

Huang Yun's largeness is mainly concentrated in her breasts. Perhaps due to her slightly plump figure, her two pairs of breasts are quite
large , easily exceeding the size of her mother's breasts without a bra. It's truly baffling how such breasts grow; even
eating papaya every day wouldn't produce such an effect. The first time I saw Huang Yun, any man would be attracted to her breasts,
fantasizing about being suffocated within them. My first impression of her was: these breasts are perfect for breast play. As for Huang Yun
's buttocks, they are less prominent in comparison to her breasts, slightly less impressive than her mother's. Her mother's buttocks are alluringly
peach-shaped, while Huang Yun's are more rounded, resembling an apple, though still large enough to prevent the
enormous breasts from appearing jarring. Imagine what a sight it would be like if such a woman were to move? Even just
imagining it is difficult.

After morning reading class, Yin Junzi followed Teacher Su out in a sly manner, leaving behind a meaningful
silhouette. Wang Qiang woke up and witnessed the scene. He couldn't help but curse, calling him a "despicable person," then angrily
pounded the table, regretting his poor English skills, otherwise he could have tried to get closer to Teacher Su. I
was used to this and just laughed it off.

Aside from Teacher Su's English class and Da Bo's math class, which sparked some thoughts, the rest of the day was
uneventful , some even as dull as boiled water, the kind that's been sitting around for days, making one inexplicably nauseous.

In the evening, dinner was, as usual, at the school cafeteria. The noisy cafeteria was like a giant rice bucket,
with teachers and students rooting around for food like pigs. Needless to say, everyone knows the school cafeteria food is
nutritionally rich, with various fortified proteins to ensure your body gets all the essential amino acids. Missing a snack once or twice
is fine; you're not going to school for just a day or two. In the next three years, the school will do everything in its power not to
disappoint you; winning the lottery is only a matter of time.

After eating in this environment several times, I couldn't resist anymore and begged my mother to take me to the teachers' cafeteria. My mother
was initially reluctant because I'm an only child with few friends, and she hoped I could integrate more with my classmates. However,
she couldn't resist my persistent pleading and, feeling sorry for me, finally agreed, sparing me
the trouble of the mixed-class environment.

After dinner, I took a shower at the school's public bathhouse, then finished evening self-study. With a heavy heart, I went to
the teachers' dormitory.

Upon entering, I turned on the light and sniffed the room; the smell was normal. Feeling a little relieved, I forcefully moved the bed,
took out my voice recorder, turned on playback, and fast-forwarded. The nearly ten-hour recording was quickly played
back . Apart from the sounds of moving the bed at the beginning and end, there were no unusual noises, let alone
sounds of men and women engaging in sexual activity. My heart eased slightly, but I was also somewhat disappointed. Catching someone in the act is
agonizing ; on one hand, you hope it's not true, on the other hand, you don't believe it's not true. The anxiety is exhausting.

Nothing unusual today, I'll continue tomorrow. I adjusted the voice recorder and put it back.

Lying on my mother's small bed, I gradually drifted off to sleep, feeling exceptionally warm, and the sleep was exceptionally sweet.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and several more days passed without any sleep. While I was relieved, I grew increasingly restless,
and recently I've been having a strange dream every night: on my mother's small bed, she's kneeling, her
buttocks raised in a shameful position. Behind her, a man whose face I can't see grabs her waist, pulls
her stands below. He thrusts his hard penis into her body from behind, then
brutally and forcefully enters and exits, repeatedly, like a pile driver, tirelessly leaving his mark on the woman's
body . His large hands are not idle either, wantonly
cupping and kneading my mother's buttocks, even occasionally raising them to slap them, leaving handprints. My mother's
once snow-white vulva soon turns pink.

With each slap, the mother trembled involuntarily, her large breasts
heaving violently with the man's movements, creating a series of enormous waves that made one worry they might fall off. The mother's captivating phoenix eyes...
Her eyes were slightly closed, her expression hazy and unfocused, a mixture of pain and pleasure on her face. Her
teeth and she murmured incoherently, yet she never uttered a word.

Each time I frantically tried to catch a glimpse of the man's face through his heavy breathing, I would be jolted awake from
my dream . The room was pitch black, and I could hear the incessant, mating-like chirping of insects outside the window. Turning to look
out, the few stars dotting the sky made the darkness of the dormitory even more terrifying. The shadows of the trees swayed in the cool breeze
, and the shadows cast in the room by the starlight felt like a giant
hand gripping my throat, relentlessly closing in. I was experiencing one of my rare bouts of insomnia.

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