My teacher mom

This happened the year I took my college entrance exams in my senior year of high school. My mother was a physics teacher at a well-known cram school in Kaohsiung, and my father
worked for an American company. We lived in Kaohsiung.
Two years prior, my father's company had promoted him to sales manager and transferred him to the Taipei headquarters.
Because my father was a very capable person and handled his work efficiently, the American company quickly promoted him to
general manager of sales for the Taiwan region.
Our whole family was overjoyed. My father loved us very much, and my mother and I were the first to know about his promotion. We were
happy for my father's achievement, and my father, who worked in Taipei, said he wanted to bring us to Taipei to settle down.
At that time, we were discussing the relocation with my mother. Because my mother taught at a cram school in Kaohsiung, she was a very famous teacher in the cram school industry. She was mature
and beautiful , and some people called her the "Li Qianrong" of the cram school world.
Since I was her only child, she maintained a very good figure, looking like a mature woman who had never been married. Many
young students admired her and came to her for tutoring.
Because of the heavy workload of high school and college entrance exams, my mother, for the sake of her students' studies and the foundation she had built in the cram school industry in Kaohsiung, declined my father's suggestion to move to
Taipei . My father asked me if I wanted to live with him in Taipei, but I didn't express any opinion at the time and didn't know how to decide.
Later, my mother suggested that my father keep me in Kaohsiung until I took the university entrance exam. If it was a university in Taipei, I could go to study in the north and live with my father. During this
period , I would live with my mother temporarily so she could supervise my studies. My father also accepted my mother's suggestion, believing that this was the most crucial time in my life and it was not suitable for me to make
any major changes.
Later, my father had to travel outside Taiwan for work, constantly meeting with foreign clients. He had fewer and fewer opportunities to stay in Taiwan, let alone
Taipei . He only spent a total of about 90 days a year there. Gradually, I stopped seeing him. I only occasionally received long-distance calls from him to ask if my mother and I were alright. He would often tell me on the phone to listen to my mother,
study hard, and that I would have a good future.
I had heard these words countless times on the phone, and I didn't want to talk to him. If my mother was home, I would only say a few words before calling her to answer; if
she wasn't home, I would say I needed to study and hang up hastily.
I don't know how long this went on.
During this period of intense preparation for the university entrance exams, I would stay home after school and study, looking at the reference books I had already read countless times. The initial enthusiasm for
the exams had been worn down by the long preparation time. I would often get distracted at my desk. Because I had made a promise with my mother before the exams were over that I wouldn't play any video games,
I put the computer away.
One Saturday morning, I remember it was a hot day. I had developed the habit of getting up early, and when I woke up, the house was empty as usual.
My mother had already gone to her tutoring class. On the table, there was only a note left by my mother and two hundred-dollar bills. The note read:
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, I've lived alone in this house; my mother doesn't come home until after 11 pm.
Bored, I pulled out my computer, which hadn't been used in a long time, to check online for news and see who was online on MSN. I don't know if it was the
wrong time, but my MSN friends were either busy or away. That's fine; I'm too lazy to chat with them anyway, since we'll meet at school
on Monday .
At this moment, an unknown contact sent me a website address. I didn't know him either. The message simply said, "Come and take a look, satisfaction guaranteed."
Curious and unsure what to do, I clicked the hyperlink to see what was special. It led to an adult website, which
seemed to be selling adult DVDs. I noticed that most of the videos were labeled "incest," "incestuous relationships," "stepmother," or "mother and son."
This was the first time I'd seen such titles. In my mind, adult DVDs were usually about young Japanese women having sex with people of various races. Why were there adult videos
like this ?
I spent some time browsing the website's products and reading the descriptions. The passionate, ethically questionable words slowly left an imprint on my
mind My heart raced, I felt thirsty, and my palms sweated.
The brief descriptions and video screenshots gradually caused physical changes; my genitals began to erect and throb, and my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis.
Good heavens, I can't believe I reacted so strongly to this type of porn. After quickly browsing the entire adult website, I closed the webpage and calmed myself down in front of
the computer screen. I looked down at my swollen penis.
It seems that during these days of intense studying, I've forgotten the basic human physiological need of masturbation. I desperately want to find something to release my surging emotions. My
throbbing , aching penis—isn't that what people call "sperm filling the brain"?
My heart pounded, and I reopened the webpage, using Google to search for the blood-pumping title I'd just seen: "incest."
Thousands of results quickly appeared. I randomly clicked on one; it was a forum post.
The content described how a nephew and aunt had sex. The content was outrageous. The protagonist drugged and raped his aunt, and the writing was incredibly
erotic, describing the sexual act vividly. It made me want to masturbate even more.
At this point, I wanted to see if there were any other posts on the forum. I clicked on the previous page, and sure enough, many posts appeared before my eyes, filled with
various stories about incestuous sex.
There were also stories about grandfathers and granddaughters, which I noticed, but I kept searching and suddenly came across an article titled "Me and My Mother." Just
reading it made my penis throb. I clicked on it to see how the protagonist had sex with his mother.
After reading, I discovered that the protagonist was a man with an Oedipus complex. He had been curious about his mother's body since childhood, and then he would voyeuristically watch her change clothes and take a bath.
Even more audacious, he would watch his mother and father having sex, and fantasize that he was the one having sex with his mother, masturbating incessantly.
Later, the mother discovered her son's inappropriate behavior and tried to stop him, but unexpectedly, he retaliated by forcing himself on her and engaging in an immoral
act. Eventually, the mother succumbed to her son's lewdness, and every night he would pin her down on the bed and fuck her until he was exhausted.
Incredibly, if the father had relations with the mother that night, the son in the story would still continue
his engaging in passionate intercourse with her next to his sleeping father, without the father discovering.
This stimulating plot was incredibly arousing for me. I unconsciously took out my penis and masturbated until I read the passage about the mother and son's passionate encounter, after which
I collapsed on the bed and ejaculated.
My God, what a stimulating plot! The images in the story were slowly surfacing in my mind. The son in the story fantasized about me, but what about the mother being raped?
What would she look like? Naturally, I projected my own mother's image onto the son's.
My God, oh… it made me even more excited and aroused. My hand stroking my penis moved faster and faster. Recalling the scene in the article, I quickly ejaculated again
… After releasing my sexual desire, looking at my limp penis, I felt a strange sense of guilt. How could I be so evil as to have such fantasies about my own mother
… I cursed my immoral thoughts, quickly put away the computer, and went back to my study to read.
Sitting in my seat, after ejaculating twice in a row, my strength was a bit low. Looking at the dense text in the book and the questions that needed to be understood,
my mind slowly became sluggish, and I became drowsy. Fortunately, I lay down on the table and took a nap. I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft voice calling in my ear: "Xiao Jun! Xiao Jun!!"
I slowly woke up from my dream. My blurry eyes saw that it was my mother. My mother leaned down and called softly in my ear. Although I was still a little sleepy,
I was happy to know that my mother was back. I looked at the clock on the table and it was already 12:30 in the morning.
My mother said to me, "Xiaojun! Go to bed if you're tired from reading. Don't overwork yourself. You can read again tomorrow! Get up and rest!" I
was still half-asleep when I noticed that two buttons on my mother's collar were undone, allowing me to peek inside. I could vaguely see her breasts and black bra, and I
could faintly smell her perfume.
I sat up and looked at my mother. I realized she was wearing a women's suit with a tight-fitting short skirt; she was a mature woman.
I obeyed her, quickly washed up, and went to bed. My mother gently said goodnight to me. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep at
all. I tossed and turned, unable to drift off.
Slowly, I recalled the incestuous stories about mothers and sons I'd seen online, the scenes of mothers and sons having sex. My penis became erect again, and my hand unconsciously
caressed and stroked it. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother.
The climax came quickly, and I accidentally ejaculated onto the blanket. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe it clean, only then realizing how drastically my feelings towards my mother had changed.
Gradually, I fell asleep. The weekend passed quickly, and back at school, I was again burdened by the relentless pressure of my studies, feeling suffocated. By the time I got home, I was
exhausted and had no energy left to study.
At this time, I was in my pre-adolescent years, and I felt extremely interested in female bodies. However, I attended an all-boys school, and there were no female classmates,
so I didn't have many female friends. At most, I had some junior high school classmates, but we rarely kept in touch, and I almost never spoke to girls.
My knowledge of female genitalia came from conversations with classmates or watching porn, but most of the porn I watched had mosaics covering the images, so I
could see clearly. Therefore, the structure of female reproductive organs remained a topic I wanted to understand but dared not approach.
After reading articles about incest between mother and son, I now fantasized about having sex with my mother. This unethical and taboo topic was what intrigued me most at this age
of youthful vigor .
Every time I masturbate, I fantasize about having sex with my mother. But I can only imagine her face; what about her physical anatomy? I really don't know.
There are still more than ten days until the first entrance exam. During this crucial sprint, whenever I'm alone, my libido is at its peak. These past
few days I haven't been able to concentrate on any mock exams.
I constantly want to have sex, to understand what sex feels like, what it feels like to penetrate a woman's vagina. These thoughts fill my mind.
At my desk, under the desk, between my legs, there's always a swollen, erect penis. Every night I masturbate several times. I'm going crazy; I can't concentrate on
my studies.
Soon, my mock exam scores dropped significantly. My mother noticed the unsatisfactory results and started to care why my grades were declining.
I can't tell her that I fantasize about having sex with her every night; I can't bring myself to say it. I just casually tell her I'll try to improve.
However, the greatest enemy of man is himself. I understand that without defeating my inner demons, I cannot progress. Yet, this incestuous demon had arrogantly taken over my
mind, growing stronger each day, driving my body to do things I shouldn't have… Let me explain slowly. My grades were getting worse
each . I knew, and my mother knew too. She was very worried, constantly asking if I needed tutoring.
I said, "No, Mom, I can improve my situation. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. Maybe I can find the source of my pressure." I
didn't even know what I was saying to my mother.
My mother said, "Hearing me say that, I can only relax for now and see how I improve." My mother also reduced her tutoring classes to only until 5
pm , meaning I could see her as soon as I got home. To reduce my number of classes and shorten my teaching hours, she stayed up late reading to me, and
I was very grateful to her.
However, with lustful thoughts swirling within me, seeing my mother at home every night—the only woman I saw—my sexual desire kept rising. I
stared at her while eating, and I did everything with her in my mind.
That evening, I started reading. My mother came in carrying a stack of materials that looked like they were for the students' tutoring class the next day. At first,
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Every move I made would immediately make my penis engorged. The bathroom door could be opened with a coin, and a few times I'd tried to peek through a crack, but I never had the guts
.
One day, I was coming home from school and didn't see my mother taking a shower, nor did she notice I was home. She came out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear and passed by my
study, which I was also heading towards, so we would be face to face.
My mother screamed in surprise, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back!" I was also caught in her sudden scream and saw her body. It was amazing! Time
seemed to freeze for about seven or eight minutes. My engorged penis instantly became erect under my uniform pants. I deliberately stood still, and my mother's gaze naturally lingered on my genitals
.
My mother quickly ran into her room and closed the door, and I went back to my study.
At that moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I sat down, immediately unzipped my pants, and stroked my swollen penis, recalling the scene from just now as I masturbated.
My mother's breasts were probably C-cup but slightly sagging, with dark, protruding nipples. She had no lower abdomen, and her black panties revealed distinct folds of skin around her genitals
. Her body smelled sweet after a bath, and her fair skin had a rosy glow.
Just imagining these images made my penis incredibly hard, and I kept rubbing it, wanting to ejaculate a thick stream of semen.
Then, I heard my mother's call, snapping me out of my reverie. She wanted me to come out for dinner… Helpless, I had to hunch my already erect penis back
into my pants and walk out of the room towards the dining room.
My mother was serving rice with her back to me, standing next to my seat. As I quietly moved from behind her to my seat, my body pressed against hers.
Whether it was intentional on my part or something I genuinely wanted to do, as our backs met, my erect penis slowly slid across my mother's fleshy buttocks. Especially when it got stuck between
her buttocks, I needed to use my waist strength to pull it through; otherwise, if it got stuck between her legs, I might ejaculate.
My mother was startled and moved forward, her hand immediately putting down the bowl of rice and reaching behind her to grab what was touching her sensitive private parts. Her
quick swept over my glans and she saw that it was me behind her. She suddenly realized what she had touched and quickly moved aside.
By this time, I was already seated, my penis still throbbing painfully under the table. My mother blushed as we finished this long dinner. It was the
first time my mother had caught me masturbating:
I still remember that moment clearly. At that time, I had started stealing my mother's underwear to use as a form of self-redemption.
That time, I was passionately masturbating, sucking on my mother's panties, my eyes closed, imagining her body. My left and right hands were constantly alternating, rubbing my
swollen penis. My textbooks were on the desk, and on top of them was my mother's bra, as I fantasized about her bouncing breasts.
Just then, my mother silently walked in, carrying
fruit .
Seeing my actions, she was surprised and angry, shouting at me loudly. Startled by the sudden noise, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, mostly onto my mother's panties, especially her groin area, with some also hitting her abdomen. My mother was furious at my actions and startled by the semen on her body. She pulled the panties out of my mouth, wiped
the semen , and took the bra from the desk. She glared at me angrily, her gaze occasionally drifting to my penis.
Judging from her expression, she didn't know what to say to me. She turned and left my study. The embarrassing scene of my masturbation being caught by my mother left a deep impression on
me . I don't know when, but the thought of revenge against my mother began to take root in my mind... Gradually, I started to challenge my mother's tolerance. I neglected my studies
and often let her catch me masturbating unintentionally. Sometimes I would stand at the bathroom sink and masturbate while smelling my mother's freshly washed underwear.
Or I would walk behind her and press my hard penis between her legs. Sometimes when my mother was washing dishes, I would deliberately fight her for the tap, deliberately touch her breasts with
my arm , and deliberately touch her most sensitive nipples when I shook off the water. Every time I did this, she would yell at me.
Even more outrageous, when we were watching TV in the living room, I would deliberately display my hard penis in front of her and touch it with my hand. My mother's reaction was the same: she
would loudly scold me.
Such challenges have occurred countless days and nights… It seems my mother is getting more and more used to it… My mother is helping me masturbate:
it's true, I don't know why, my mother's temperament has changed a lot. Recently, I've noticed that when my father makes long-distance calls home, my mother often argues with him on the phone. My mother
often hangs up angrily, her eyes red, and walks back to her room, slamming the door shut.
I don't know what's happening inside, although at this moment I am still, as usual, exposing my large penis to her, masturbating in front of her.
My mother pretends not to see what I'm doing, acting as if it's her own business, but I know she…

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