Chapter 10 of "Temptation on Teacher Yao Jingting"

Author: onion123456
Posted on the forum on May 11, 2016.
In the autumn of 1935, while my mother was cutting grass on the north bank of the Jiaolong River, she was gang-raped by four defeated soldiers dragging rifles.
Facing the cool river water, the thought of drowning flashed through her mind. But just as she lifted her clothes to plunge into the clear stream
, she suddenly saw the beautiful, azure sky of Northeast Gaomi Township reflected in the river.
A few wisps of white clouds drifted in the sky, and several small brown birds chirped happily beneath them. Several small, transparent
fish, their tails twitching, swam up and down on the shadows of the white clouds. It was as if nothing had happened
; the sky was still so blue, the clouds still so arrogant, so lazy, so white. The birds did not
stop singing because of the presence of eagles, and the fish did not stop swimming because of the presence of sea bass.
A cool breeze blew into my mother's humiliated heart. She splashed water, washed
her face, stained with tears and sweat, straightened her clothes, and went home.
—Mo Yan, *Big Breasts and Wide Hips*
The most beautiful quality of Chinese mothers is their strength, just like the land that nurtured us, which, though weathered by time,
remains beautiful and warm.
Many men have Oedipus complexes, and reading cuckoldry stories is undoubtedly heartbreaking, but a mother's selfless love for her son is tender
.
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Chapter Ten: A Pack of Wolves Covets in the Livestream, Suspecting the Beautiful Mother and Qiangzi's Move
Suddenly, a pair of long, slender, white legs came into view. These straight, delicate legs occupied most of the
large bed. The camera zoomed in on her legs, which were lying horizontally. Judging from their shape and length, they belonged to
the woman who had just been struggling. Her thighs were round, firm, and slightly muscular, suggesting she had exercised.
Her calves were slender and soft, with only a slight thickness at the calves. Her bound feet were like exquisitely carved ivory, as
white and neat as piano keys. A hand gestured a few times. She first propped herself up on her legs and
slowly shaved a black lace panty down her white thighs. The panty was small and thin, making it difficult to shave off her plump thighs
. It must have been deeply embedded in her buttocks. Her straight, slender legs swung back and forth, finally
removing the panty from her feet.
Then she took a pair of sheer black stockings and gently slipped them onto her left foot, slowly pulling them up inch by inch
. The stockings clung tightly to her calves, but were slightly tighter on her thighs. Fortunately, the stockings were elastic
, especially around the upper thigh, where they were almost invisible, making her thighs appear exceptionally white, only more
lustrous and alluring.
While putting on the other stocking, someone gave her a ring. She hesitated for a moment, then the person took her
bound feet, played with them a few times, and slipped the ring onto the second toe of her right foot. Her small, delicate feet
were even more dazzling with the ring. Her big toe shyly rubbed against her second toe, and she even reached out to touch her toes
. I could almost feel the melodious notes her slender fingers were playing on the piano keys.
After the woman put on her stockings, she was given a pair of 11-centimeter-high platform crystal sandals.
The delicate straps on the stockings made them even more sexy, and her insteps and arches were raised as if she were dancing ballet.
These were pantyhose; when her legs were straight, the white marks between her buttocks and thighs were covered by the thick stockings.
The man first played with her shapely buttocks for a while, then pulled them up for her. He then played with her
high-heeled feet and silky long legs through the stockings for a while, finally playing with her buttocks for a bit before reaching between her legs and ordering her to open
them. She had already taken off her underwear; now she was wearing stockings with her buttocks bare. The man was only pinching her
vulva through the thin fabric. The area gradually became damp, and the woman's legs trembled, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure. After a
while, the part the man was pinching was completely soaked. The woman's thick labia majora, through the almost transparent stockings, revealed an alluring
cleavage, but the stockings still obscured the view of her private parts.
Tiezi shouted from the side, "Tear it! Tear it now! Damn it, I've never seen a naked cunt before! This bastard who's so clever at taking her breasts
is really good at hiding it!"
I was actually more concerned about the woman's identity as described by the streamer—beautiful and lecturing. Was this really
my mother?
The stockings weren't torn, and the video switched back to the live broadcast.
The woman who had just resisted was now completely subdued. Her limbs were spread out, firmly fixed to
the four corners of the bed, unable to move.
The anchor then gave the woman a close-up of her breasts. Her enormous breasts, lying down, radiated outwards calmly, like a beautiful
Mount Fuji. Even while lying on her back, the two nipples stood tall and prominent, their contours gracefully curved. The firm
breasts were round and large, resembling tender white papayas, or even watermelons. Just looking at the breasts,
their size wasn't immediately apparent. When the man's index finger pressed against the large breasts, it completely disappeared; the flesh enveloped his finger entirely
. He then grasped the breasts with his whole hand, and tender white flesh flowed from between his fingers. With his rough kneading, more and
more flowed, until his fingers became almost invisible. The soft, elastic flesh was like slippery jelly. The man released his hand, and
the firm breasts immediately returned to their original shape, leaving five pink finger marks on the delicate flesh. It seemed the skin of these breasts
was too tender; even slightly rough kneading left fleeting handprints.
The headlight-sized nipples stood erect, staring innocently. But the little man deliberately avoided
the nipples with his fingers, only making them protrude more in alarm as they were pinched between his fingers. Watching such large breasts being
repeatedly fondled by ten thick, short fingers, everyone's hormones were stirred.
"These breasts aren't just big, but the nipples are so delicate, like they're looking at me shyly
. I really want to kiss them."
"I just want to fuck her, it's worth spending all my pocket money."
"I'll offer 3000 yuan!" Tiezi typed.
"Ten thousand!"
...
"Hehe, don't waste your time, this slut is the master's first wife, he hasn't had enough of her yet, he won't
let her go to someone else." The female commentator said with a hint of jealousy.
"All the good sluts have been taken by pigs!" Tiezi gritted his teeth in hatred.
"This slut's breasts are sensitive, her nipples even more so. Just squeezing her nipples usually gives her an orgasm."
Seemingly to verify the female narrator's words, the man forcefully pinched the woman's nipple. The woman struggled violently,
unsure whether it was pleasure or pain.
The man's head appeared in the frame, also wearing a mask. A dog-like tongue extended from his gaping
maw, licking and sucking at the woman's nipple. The woman's nipple, glistening
with the man's saliva, looked luscious. The man, with a sense of accomplishment, flicked the woman's nipple a few times with his middle finger. The humiliated nipple swelled red, trembling helplessly on the breasts
, as if about to cry from grievance.
The man opened his mouth and bit down on the woman's erect nipple with his gleaming white teeth. The woman nearly went mad,
unable to speak or resist. She could only thrust her breasts harder, as if her breasts couldn't leave the man's mouth
, moaning loudly, her saliva flowing even more.
The man's manipulation was rough yet skillful. Sometimes he would knead the base of the breast, sometimes he would circle the areola,
sometimes he would suckle the nipple, and sometimes he would rub it erratically. The woman's buttocks and head were propped up on the bed, her legs spread
and tied to the foot of the bed. Her breasts were shaken violently by the manipulation, and soon, her breasts, which had calmed down, swelled up roundly
, like two large steamed buns, or like vigorous snow-capped mountains. The naturally flat cone-shaped breasts had become
two perfectly round spheres.
He took close-up photos of her breasts for a while, the flashes going off intermittently. The woman's already very white breasts resembled
snow-capped peaks reflecting light. The man then focused on the areola, which gradually became
more prominent, turning a deeper red, whether from being bitten or aroused. The nipples were erect, red and firm,
clearly brimming with milk for the man to pluck and taste.
A dwarf-like man reached out and, through the stockings, used his thumb to grope the woman's genitals. His thumb seemed to be pressing
a switch on her body, causing her hips and legs to undulate like a large white snake, her breasts
heaving upwards. After the dwarf released his finger, the woman involuntarily swayed her hips in circles,
appearing uncomfortable.
The female narrator said, "This slut is in heat now, we can fuck her. Let's ask her if this is
what she wants."
The dwarf untied the ropes binding the woman's limbs, making her crawl on her stomach with her large buttocks facing the camera.
"Slut, lie in front of the camera. Do you want your master to fuck you? If so, wiggle your ass from side to side."
The woman breathed heavily, burying her head between her arms like an ostrich, remaining motionless. The camera captured her
vulva, the dripping nectar turning her stockings into a nearly transparent veil, revealing her
fully parted labia majora. Even through the stockings, the rich contents were still unclear. Despite this, the woman maintained
her shame, refusing to compromise in front of the camera.
The live stream chat erupted in another uproar.
Zhiquqiru, somewhat enraged, slapped the woman's large buttocks hard several times, splattering her juices, and
the woman moaned softly.
The female commentator said, "The slut is being disobedient again; the master is going to punish her."
Zhiquqiru coldly said, "Bring the alligator clips." Just after saying this, the live stream was suddenly cut off, and
everyone couldn't help but curse.
Not seeing the climax, Tiezi and I were both frustrated. I went home dejectedly and went to sleep.
I don't know what time Mom came home. The next morning, Mom slept very late. When I called her, she only
told me to go ahead, that she was too tired and wanted to sleep a little longer. When I went out, I noticed that the shoes my mother had worn
were gone, and she came back wearing an extremely sexy pair of platform stilettos—the same
shoes from last night's video! I was instantly thrown into a panic.
Although I suspected my mother was probably cheating on me, I still didn't want to believe that the woman in the video,
like a sex slave, was my mother.
I was going crazy; I had to change my plan. I ordered a button-sized cell phone receiver online
, intending to eavesdrop and follow my mother.
That evening at home, watching my mother drag her tired body home from the hospital and still busy cooking for me,
I simply couldn't believe that my mother, such a strong and flawless woman, could be the slutty
woman in the video, wearing a collar and being led around like a dog by a man?
Although, based on all the previous evidence, I found it hard to deny, I still screamed in my heart: No,
this absolutely can't be true! Judging from the multiple videos, that dwarf-like man must be one of our classmates,
infatuated with the beautiful teacher—my mother, Yao Jingting. To satisfy his perverse desires, he found a
woman whose figure resembled his mother's and deliberately imitated her, including her clothes and shoes.
Taking advantage of conversations with my mother, I peered down to observe her feet, hoping to see her toes clearly. However, my mother
was wearing thick stockings at the toes, not the transparent ones seen in the video; I could only see the shape of her toes.
It seemed she wasn't wearing a ring on the second toe of her right foot.
This gave me a glimmer of hope—the woman in the video wasn't my mother. Although I had overheard her
phone calls and guessed she might be having an affair because of loneliness, I knew she would never become that ugly dwarf's sex slave.
For several nights in a row, my mother didn't go out. I tried to find excuses to spend more time with her, such as memorizing English
vocabulary or asking her math problems. My mother was pleased to see me studying so hard, and even when she was tired, she would help me with my studies.
The hardship of work and life during the day, combined with the affection between mother and son at night, left my mother with no time or energy for masturbation.
That evening, after finishing her chores and taking a shower, my mother came in as usual to help me with my homework. After a while, she got so tired she couldn't
keep her eyes open and fell asleep on my desk. This position caused her pajamas to droop, and I
could peek through her neckline to see a glimpse of her naturally sagging breasts, heavy and white
.
She wasn't wearing a bra, but due to the angle, I couldn't see her nipples. I lowered my head and
looked through the cuffs of her short sleeves, but still no luck. Although her breasts were sagging, the full flesh lifted her nipples
high, and through the cuffs I could only see the curved base of her breasts. I really wanted to lift her clothes to see if they
were the breasts from that close-up video.
But I didn't dare; if my mother found out, everything would be over.
My mother's pajamas had shallow sleeves, and I inadvertently caught a glimpse of her light armpit hair. It was so sexy; I wanted to
press my tongue against it, letting my saliva soak her armpit hair and stick it to her armpit.
Although her armpit hair wasn't very thick, if she had it, she should have pubic hair too. That "white tiger" in the video
definitely wasn't my mother! If it was a shaved fake white tiger, it couldn't possibly be my mother, because she
hadn't even shaved her armpit hair, so why would she shave her pubic hair?
Lost in thought, I quietly took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of the armpits peeking through her sleeves and
the serene beauty of her breasts in the depths of her skin. I'd Photoshop these together with the pictures of my mother—enough to make me masturbate several times.
I greedily inhaled the sweet fragrance emanating from my mother's armpits; it was a truly luxurious experience. I revered my mother like
a goddess; how could that dwarf possibly enjoy her body so freely? No, that was definitely not my mother.
Just then, Mom's phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang. She was jolted awake, her beautiful eyes still sleepy and a little
confused. "Hmm, how did I fall asleep?" she said, reaching for the phone. When she saw the caller ID, her
face darkened. Without a word, she grabbed the phone and went back to her room.
Hearing the door slam shut, my heart turned cold. The caller ID showed two words:
"Student A." Which student could make Mom so nervous? I dared not think any further.
The next day, Mom seemed normal, but a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.
The button-shaped phone receiver finally arrived. While Mom was cooking in the kitchen, I stuck a
phone bug, shaped like a USB drive, into the bottom of a compartment in Mom's handbag. Mom's handbag wasn't a designer brand; it was large and deep, perfectly
matching her tall figure. It contained many miscellaneous women's items, and the USB drive was hidden inside, barely noticeable
unless you looked closely. Even if Mom found out, she'd assume it was a teacher's or student's USB drive mistakenly left in
her bag.
This phone eavesdropping device would answer without ringing once a call was made, and it also had GPS tracking.
I grabbed Mom's bag and went back to the living room, my heart pounding.
What secrets would I overhear?
Mom's phone rang. She turned off the induction cooker, went into her room, and closed the door.
I hadn't expected to be able to eavesdrop on Mom's phone call so quickly. I rushed back to my room and dialed
the number on the phone eavesdropping device.
"Another video chat, annoying..." Although Mom lowered her voice, the eavesdropping device could still hear her quite
clearly.
"Haven't seen you for days, wanted to see you, my first wife..." They were probably using WeChat's video chat
function, so I could hear the other person's voice, but not very clearly.
"Don't call me that, we're not that close," Mom said coldly. My heart skipped a beat.
How did Mom become a strange man's first wife?
"Why didn't I see you wearing that ring today?"
"I won't wear that ring anymore."
"Are you really that heartless? What about our token of love?"
"I'll return that car to you tomorrow." Mom's voice trembled slightly.
"It's hard to ride a scooter after getting used to a BMW, don't you want to think about it?" The man's words were lewd and double-
edged.
Mom's BMW, of dubious origin, was actually a token of love given to her by her lover...
"There's nothing to think about!" Mom's voice was somewhat agitated: "You helped me through another difficult time that day, and
I was very grateful to you, but why did you force me to do that kind of thing later?"
"Didn't you want to? I think you enjoyed it quite a bit." The man was still being smooth-talking.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Oh ho, getting tough now, huh? Who was crying and begging their husband to fuck me in bed?"
"Don't you dare say such shameless things!" Mom said angrily.
"Alright, my dear wife, that was just a way of showing my love for you. Couples shouldn't worry about such things."
"Don't tarnish the meaning of 'couple'," Mom said. "
I could tolerate all the despicable things you did before, but if you had even a shred of love for me, you wouldn't have let that woman humiliate me! And
forcing me to do that in front of so many people! How can I face anyone if this video gets out?" Mom began to sob softly
.
I was thunderstruck. Mom really was that woman in the video!
"I'm sorry, my dear wife, didn't I promise you I wouldn't show my face?"
"Is it okay if you didn't show your face? How could you do something like that?"
"Fine, fine, no way. Next time I won't let them see, I'll just see it myself, okay?"
"I've thought about it. We...we should stop this inappropriate relationship. You're still young, and I
don't want to betray my husband again."
"Your husband is me! Not that coward lying in the hospital bed!" The man's voice suddenly became rough.
"You dare say you haven't thought about my cock these past few days? Touch your cunt right now, it's definitely wet!"
"No, you're so lewd..." The mother's voice suddenly became weak.
"A teacher can't teach students to lie. Here's what we'll do: I haven't eaten yet, come over right now and
cook for me. I'll check while I'm at it. If it's not wet, we'll have a purely teacher-student relationship from now on, and
I'll still help you with what I need to. If it's wet, hmph..." With that, the man hung up the phone.
Hearing that phone call, my heart felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by a lead weight. Mom really had cheated on me, and
it was the woman from the video. Why did she betray Dad? Was it for the lover's money?
I sat blankly in my room for a few minutes before I came to my senses and returned to the living room. After a while, Mom came
out, now dressed in a standard business suit—a light blue lace-trimmed blouse and a black pencil skirt.
Her eyes were still a little swollen.
Mom was dressed so elegantly; it was hard to imagine she was going to offer herself up to that bastard to have his private parts checked.
"Mom, are you going out?"
"Yes, Mom has to go out for a bit," Mom said. "I'll make you dinner first."
A dozen minutes later, Mom hurriedly put the food on the table and left.
At the door, Mom hesitated for a moment, then put on a pair of off-white suede mesh peep-toe stilettos.
"Don't wait for me tonight, go to sleep first. A friend of mine is having a birthday party, she might go to karaoke and it'll be late."
The door slammed shut, silencing my words of pleading for my mother to stay.
The dull thud of her high heels against the thick door echoed in my ears, fading
into the distance. I closed my eyes in anguish.
After holding out for so many days, one phone call from that man and she was gone in a hurry. Why
? Had my mother abandoned her chastity and responsibilities as a wife and mother?

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