The Fall of a Beautiful Mother (03)

[Chapter 3: Training Video] This was undoubtedly good news for me. I

had initially thought the principal had done something inappropriate to my mother that day, but now it seemed I was overthinking it. How could a woman do something inappropriate to another woman? Just as I was feeling smug, the bell rang.

Oh no! My doom was coming.

Sure enough, a moment later, my mother walked lightly into the office.

When she saw me standing in the corner, she glared at me fiercely, scaring me so much that I quickly lowered my head.

"Teacher An is back? Principal Zhang came to see you earlier and asked you to go to her office after class,

" the male teacher said as he saw my mother enter, then continued flipping through the materials in his hand.

My mother's expression suddenly froze, a flicker of fear in her eyes.

"Oh, I, I know..." My mother's behavior was strange, somewhat timid and hesitant, which wasn't like her at all. She

was fine just now, why did she become like this as soon as she heard about Principal Zhang? While I was pondering this, I realized that my mother had left without me noticing.

What happened? Shouldn't my mother have scolded me? Even if it was the principal who wanted to see her, shouldn't she have dealt with the student who made a mistake first? Now I was in a dilemma. Should I continue standing as punishment? Maybe I should just forget it. Mom's just a biology teacher, not my homeroom teacher. Biology class is over, so there's no need for me to continue standing.

Besides, I desperately needed to pee; I was about to wet my pants.

After some self-reassurance, I rushed to the toilet. I

burst in, pulled out my "weapon," and unleashed a torrent of urination, the relief sending a shiver down my spine.

Luckily, no one was there. If it had been crowded and I hadn't been able to get a spot, I would have definitely wet my pants today.

Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a red high-heeled shoe lying in the corner. The heel was very high, about ten centimeters, and it was a brand new shoe; the tag was still on.

Strange, why would there be a woman's item in the men's restroom? I looked around; there was no one else in the restroom except me.

Could some student have played a prank and deliberately stolen a female teacher's new shoe and thrown it in the men's restroom? I wondered to myself.

Never mind, class was about to start.

I hurriedly left the restroom.

I stood for almost the entire afternoon's classes because I tend to fall asleep on my desk as soon as I sit down.

Fortunately, there weren't any major subjects in the afternoon, mostly geography and history, so it was just punishment to stand.

Soon it was time to leave school, and all the students rushed out of the classroom and out of the school gate,

as if going home was a momentous occasion.

I waited until all the students had left and the campus was empty before happily running to the office, because it was my mother's birthday, and I wanted to surprise her.

But when I got to the office, I was stunned; my mother wasn't there.

Had she gone home? Impossible! We had promised to take her out for a big meal on her birthday; why had she just gone home without a word? I took out my phone and called my mother, but there was no answer. After

hanging up, I ran to the bike shed and found my mother's electric scooter still there.

Strange, she hadn't gone home, and no one answered the phone.

Where had my mother gone? I went back to the office and found that one teacher was still there, so I went up to her and asked, "Hello, teacher, have you seen Teacher An?" The teacher thought for a moment, then said, "Teacher An? I haven't seen her all afternoon.

" What? All afternoon? That means she was called away by Principal Zhang and hasn't come back.

Could she be on official business with the principal? That doesn't make sense. Even if that were the case, she should have informed me.

I don't know what's wrong with Mom lately; she seems to forget about her son.

As I pondered this, I walked out of the office. Just as I reached the campus, I saw Mom hurrying towards the teaching building.

But Mom looked strange; her hair was disheveled, and her face looked tired. She

even seemed unsteady on her feet, as if she were about to collapse.

I rushed over to help her up: "Mom, what's wrong?" My appearance seemed to startle Mom. She instinctively struggled for a moment, then looked at me with surprise.

She only relaxed when she saw it was me: "Xiao Ran? Why aren't you home yet?" "It's not today..." "Go home early and do your homework. I have something to do and will be home later. "

Before I could finish, my mother interrupted me.

"Oh!" I replied dejectedly.

It seemed my mother had really forgotten what day it was.

Just as I turned to leave, my mother suddenly called me back.

I was overjoyed; my mother had finally remembered.

"Remember, don't call me 'Mom' at school, and don't have too much contact with me, understand?" With that, my mother left without looking back.

Watching my mother's back, my mood plummeted again. I thought today would be a happy day, but what happened? After waiting for several buses, I finally squeezed onto the bus and grabbed a seat in the back by the window.

This was the safest spot, cleverly avoiding the risk of being asked to give up my seat.

Sitting in front of me were two boys of similar age, wearing the same school uniform.

They must be my schoolmates.

From the moment they got on the bus, these two guys started rambling on about their summer vacation trips, spitting everywhere as if they were afraid no one would hear them.

But then, they suddenly changed the subject and started talking about the red high heel in the school's boys' restroom.

One of the boys said, "Do you remember that high heel in the restroom this afternoon?" "Of course I remember, I don't know who was so disgusting,

" the other replied.

"That's not the point, the point is, I went to the restroom after school, and the high heel had turned into a pair, and there was a pair of pantyhose next to it!" the boy said mysteriously.

Wow, that's disgusting! Stealing a shoe wasn't enough, he even stole pantyhose.

I thought to myself.

"Really?" the other boy exclaimed in surprise.

"And that's not all, the pantyhose was wet, I touched it, and the wet part was still warm,

" the boy whispered .

"Damn, you're a fucking pervert, maybe someone just peed on it,

" the other boy said disdainfully.

"It's definitely not urine, I smelled it, there's no urine smell at all, just a faint fishy smell,

" the boy insisted.

His voice was so loud that everyone in the carriage turned to look.

Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, the two guys cursed "Damn it!" and fell silent.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; two idiots, talking about such filthy things in public, and so loudly.

Just as I was feeling smug, something suddenly made my heart skip a beat.

He had just said there was no urine smell, just a slight fishy smell.

This reminded me of the cushion my mother used to wear that day; it also smelled a bit fishy. Could it be the same fishy smell? I hurriedly got up and jumped off the bus as it stopped at the next stop, rushing towards school.

I wanted to see if the fishy smell on my pantyhose was the same as the one on my mother's cushion.

But when I got to the boys' restroom at school, the red high heels and pantyhose were gone.

At that moment, I felt both disappointed and relieved—disappointed that I hadn't witnessed the fact I most wanted to know, but relieved that I had avoided the opportunity to witness it.

I was afraid I would get the answer I dreaded most.

I returned home lost in thought, but my mother still wasn't home.

I habitually turned on my computer, logged onto QQ, and then sat there blankly.

I admit, that woman, apart from having short hair, reminded me of my mother in every way. Sometimes I was certain it was my mother, but deep down I didn't want to admit it unless there was irrefutable evidence in front of me.

But what if it really was my mother? I didn't dare to think further because I didn't know what to do.

"Beep beep beep beep," QQ was flashing; it was a message from Tiezi.

"Hey bro, why aren't you online?" "Not in a good mood, don't want to play,

" I replied casually.

"Hehe, I haven't played either these past few days, just been busy researching a really exciting video, wanna check it out?" A lewd emoji followed.

"What is it?" I asked instinctively.

My buddy didn't reply, just sent me a link.

I clicked on it casually.

It was a post, apparently from a forum, titled "Beautiful Teacher's SM Training 1."

What does that mean? SM? Training? I continued reading.

The text read: "I've wanted to sleep with this slutty teacher for a long time, but she always acts like a lady at school, making her hard to approach.

If I hadn't drugged her this time, I probably wouldn't have gotten her at all."

But now things are really messed up. I fucked her hard, and only after that did I realize that despite her ladylike appearance, she's a total slut at heart. Not only are her breasts big and smooth, but her pussy is also very pink and incredibly wet. By the end, my dick was covered in her juices, dripping white.

The most exciting part was that her son called her while I was fucking her.

She was talking to her son on the phone while I was fucking her—it was so thrilling!

However, to protect the privacy of the parties involved, I cut that part out.

But anyway, this female teacher is absolutely the best of the best. You'll regret it if you don't watch, haha, here's the video.

What is this writing? It's incoherent and a jumble of nonsense.

Further down is a video playback window, and I hesitated whether to click play.

This is clearly inappropriate for children.

I never thought my buddy would like to watch this kind of thing.

In the end, I couldn't resist my curiosity and clicked it anyway.

The opening scene is set in a strangely furnished room. Facing the camera is a round bed, and various odd objects hang on the wall beside it, resembling torture instruments but not quite cold and impersonal; they are all colorful.

I can't name the types, but I vaguely recognize chains, shackles, handcuffs, whips, and the like.

Strangely, next to the bed is a peculiar chair with a hollow center cushion and two supports on either side in front, resembling a hospital maternity bed. But this doesn't look like a hospital, so what's the purpose? As the video progresses, a heavily pregnant man appears. A

familiar figure, wearing a mask and only underwear.

He waves out of the camera's view and says, "Don't wait, come on over.

" Although it's the first time I've heard him speak, I'm certain the voice has been altered.

After waiting for a while without the person he's calling appearing, the man becomes impatient and quickly walks out of the frame.

A moment later, a short-haired woman was forcibly pulled into the frame.

Her appearance was a sight to behold; she wore a tight red leather jacket and pants that accentuated her curvaceous figure, making her incredibly sexy and alluring.

Moreover, she was very tall and imposing, definitely the mature, sophisticated type. Although she wore a mask, I couldn't see her face, but I had already mentally conjured up countless images of a goddess.

In contrast, the fat man looked much more sleazy, almost a head shorter than her.

The two standing together gave off a Beauty and the Beast vibe.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy; how could such a stunning goddess be ruined by such a sleazy man? It was clear the woman was very unwilling to be pulled, even somewhat repulsed.

Each time the man pulled, she struggled, and the amplitude of her movements showed it was genuine, not feigned.

However, the woman seemed unsteady on her feet, and in her final struggle, she almost stumbled and fell.

The lecherous man seized the opportunity to pull the woman into his arms, his hand quickly slipping inside her leather pants and groping her.

The woman's body trembled violently as she struggled desperately, pleading in a tearful voice, "No, no, no, please spare me!" Her voice was also manipulated; although it sounded strange, the scene was undeniably alluring.

The lecherous man ignored her pleas, which only fueled his excitement, making his behavior even more brazen.

His other hand slipped under her clothes, assaulting her rounded breasts.

"Please, no, please stop touching me..." the woman pleaded repeatedly.

"Where did I touch you, teacher?" the lecherous man asked with a wicked grin.

"Hmm..." the woman only let out a groan, not answering his question.

"If you don't tell me, teacher, I'll have to work even harder!" he said, his arm inside her leather pants shaking violently.

"Ah...ah...no, no, you, you're touching my private parts..." the woman cried out, her voice breaking.

"Doesn't the teacher like having her tender pussy touched?" the lewd man said, his hands continuing their actions, completely ignoring the woman's cries, though his movements lessened considerably.

"No, I don't like it, um..." the woman answered, enduring the torment.

"But the teacher's pussy is already soaking wet.

" He pulled his hand out of his leather pants, waving his middle finger in front of the woman.

The woman turned her face away, avoiding his humiliation.

Due to the video quality and the fact that it was staged and taken from a distance, I could see something on his finger.

Suddenly, the lewd man shoved the woman onto the bed, and before she could react, he quickly pulled out a rope and tightly bound her hands above her head, then used another rope to tie her wrists to the headboard.

Now the woman's upper body was immobilized; the lewd man could do whatever he wanted.

"What do you want to do?" the woman cried out in terror.

"Hehe, what are you doing? Teacher, are you asking me to choose between fucking your little pussy or your little asshole? Actually, I want to do both, but before that, I want you to enjoy being touched.

I guarantee you'll be intoxicated with pleasure and feel like you're floating on air in a moment.

" The lewd man said in an extremely lewd manner.

"You dare!" The woman seemed to get angry.

"Heh, teacher, you're right, I dare.

" Saying that, the lewd man took out a roll of tape.

He curled up the woman's legs, pressing her ankles and thighs tightly together, and then wrapped them tightly with tape.

In this way, the woman's lower body was basically at his mercy.

During the whole process of wrapping the tape, the woman only struggled symbolically a few times, but she seemed very weak.

However, she kept crying and pleading: "You can't do this to me, I beg you, spare me..." The lewd man ignored the woman's pleas, and instead took out two thin ropes, tied them to the woman's two little toes, and then pulled them sharply to both sides.

The pain forced the woman to spread her legs, forming an "M" shape.

The lecherous man then tightly tied two thin ropes to the foot of the bed.

This rendered the woman completely immobile.

She cried out, pleading, "Please let me go, you can't do this to me..." The lecherous man, however, lay quietly on his side in front of her, watching her helplessness as if admiring a work of art.

"Teacher, do you know why you're so weak today?" the lecherous man's tone softened.

The woman ignored him, trembling uncontrollably, whether from the pain in her toes or from fear.

Suddenly, the lecherous man reached out and placed his hand on the woman's breasts, tracing circles on her firm breasts through her leather clothing: "That's because Teacher took an aphrodisiac.

" "You beast, you'll die a horrible death!" the woman instinctively struggled, cursing angrily.

The lewd man, instead of getting angry, chuckled, "Although the teacher is very resistant now, she'll turn into a slut in a moment.

" As he spoke, his wandering hand moved to the woman's neckline.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," he unzipped her clothes, and instantly a pair of plump, white breasts sprang out, their pink nipples as delicate as flower buds, making one's mouth water.

It turned out that the woman was only wearing black fishnet stockings under her leather jacket—what was the difference between that and going commando? The woman screamed in fright, then fell silent, simply turning her head to the side.

Presumably, the woman knew that any resistance was futile, so she simply played dead.

The lewd man glanced at the woman's reaction, said nothing, only chuckled coldly twice.

Then, one hand gently played with the woman's nipple, while the other hand reached between her legs.

With a casual swipe between her legs, her leather pants instantly became open-crotch pants.

Instantly, a plump, pink vulva was exposed.

[To be continued]

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