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[The Boy's Desire] (Side Story: Teacher Mom) (01) [Author: lvmvlv] 

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********** ... The woman's head was buried in the pillow, her long hair cascading down her sides. She only let out low moans, but her large buttocks writhed even more vigorously. "Good girl, haha, I'll make you feel even better," the boy said, increasing his thrusting speed. This scene was incredibly impactful for me, a virgin. The woman's missing panties were now covering my penis, and the used, smeared panties, soaked with her vaginal fluids, fueled my fantasies. I imagined the boy in the video fucking the woman was me. The rising pleasure in my lower body made me gasp for breath. I wanted to make a sound, to scream, but I held back. As the boy in the video ejaculated inside the woman amidst her screams , I also ejaculated, my eyes red. My hot semen soaked the woman's panties again, mixing with her vaginal fluids. I stared blankly at the screen where the video had ended, savoring the pleasure. I wondered when I could finally insert my penis into that woman's tight, warm vagina . After resting for a moment, I quickly got up and cleaned myself, then carefully hid the underwear that exuded that captivating scent . A while later, I heard the living room door open. I stepped out of my room, and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Her face, slightly tired but still stunningly beautiful, was adorned with a well-fitting black uniform skirt, black stockings , and black high heels, making her exceptionally alluring. It was my mother, Lin Meiying. She was bending over to take off her shoes, and the skirt perfectly outlined her incredibly pert, round buttocks, seemingly revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath. I quickly looked away to avoid making a fool of myself. My mother was 38 this year, but thanks to her excellent maintenance and natural beauty, she remained stunningly beautiful, and I was no exception. The sound of me opening the door caught her attention. She changed her shoes, looked up, and saw me. "Xiaojun, have you taken a shower?" " Yes, Mom. Why are you so late?" I asked casually. "Oh, a few students asked me questions after evening self-study, and I also had some things to do in the office, so I was a little late," Mom replied. She blushed slightly, a fleeting blush, but I, who was paying close attention to her every move saw it clearly. I nodded, pretending not to care. "Then I'll go back to my room ." "Okay, go ahead," Mom said, turning and heading towards the bathroom. "Mom's going to take a shower." I suppressed the urge to rush into the bathroom, returned to my room, and retrieved two items from a hidden place: the black lace panties I'd just seen and another pair of black pantyhose with several holes, especially the large hole in the crotch, which was very noticeable. I gently stroked them one by one, as if caressing a woman's soft, beautiful body, a surge of indescribable pleasure welling up inside me. Was it pain, bitterness, or a twisted pleasure? I didn't know myself, but I knew I couldn't turn back, and neither could the woman in that video. The next morning, I woke up to find my mother had already prepared breakfast. After eating, we went to school together. I was her class; I was in Class 9, while she was the homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher for Class 12. My home was very close to the school, just a few minutes' walk. All the way there, I inhaled my mother's alluring fragrance, but I dared not show it. At school , my mother and I parted ways. Looking at her tightly wrapped body, her shapely hips swaying slightly with each step, I felt that both men and boys would find it irresistible. In the classroom, I lay down on my desk. Because of my height, I sat in the second row. My deskmate was short like me, even more introverted, and was engrossed in his book. I ignored him, opened a book, and began to daydream. Recent events had greatly traumatized , causing my mindset to become completely distorted and mired in despair. At lunchtime, I walked to the cafeteria alone. Since it was just my mom and me at home now, we didn't eat lunch at home anymore. I went to the cafeteria, where my mom ate with other teachers who didn't go home for lunch. After lunch, they did various activities together, and occasionally there were special activities. I had secretly followed and observed them. Of course, I had more concrete evidence, but thinking about those things, I could only smile bitterly. The person who provided me with this information was like a huge shadow hanging over everything, making me completely unable to muster any will to resist. After lunch, my heart was restless. Although my mom's activities were not fixed, I couldn't help to spy on her. Having roughly figured out my mom's routine, I easily found her. From a distance , I saw my mom, who had just finished eating, walking towards the office with two other female teachers, chatting and laughing. I knew there were no activities today. In fact, even if there were, I would hardly be able to find out. I knew this all too well. My mom and the two equally beautiful and charming female teachers disappeared at the stairwell. I turned and left, feeling lost and disappointed . With nowhere to go, I returned home and turned on my computer. There were two videos on it: one I'd just gotten yesterday , and another I'd gotten a little earlier, only a few minutes long. I opened the video again. In it, the same woman was kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. Judging from the background it was an office. Although the woman was constantly sucking and spitting out the man's penis, I could still recognize her immediately as the woman from yesterday's video. While sucking and spitting out the man's penis, she was also kneading and rubbing it with her delicate hands; the skillfulness indicated this wasn't her first time. I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing my rising lust. I didn't plan to do it again at noon; I'd only clicked on it because I couldn't resist reliving the moment. In the afternoon class, I barely caught the gist of what was going on. We weren't in an honors class; it was a regular class, and the teacher wouldn't want to...











































































The requirements are exceptionally high. Although my mother doesn't supervise me every day, she regularly communicates with the teachers to understand my
situation . The teachers, at my mother's request, always give me extra attention, so I can't skip a single class,
including evening self-study. I used to eat at home, but with my father frequently away on business trips and my mother increasingly busy,
I now cook both lunch and dinner myself. After dinner, it's evening self-study as usual. Tonight, everything is peaceful.
Compared to yesterday, my mother got home earlier tonight, even a little faster than me, which is normal. Last night...
thinking about this, a scene from last night flashed through my mind.

After evening self-study, as I walked out of the school gate, I suddenly saw someone waving at me from across the street. I was startled, and then I saw
a figure standing there—a figure that both frightened me and stirred a certain desire within me. I walked over, head down,
silent. The person chuckled and handed me a small bag. "Open it when you get home; you'll like it."
I stiffly took it, and when I looked up again, the person was gone. Back home, I opened the bag. Inside
was that pair of used underwear that I was so obsessed with. Thinking about it, I
felt a mix of self-loathing for my weakness and twisted mentality, yet also an uncontrollable, perverse pleasure. The image of that woman I knew being pinned down and played with by
a boy, screaming and climaxing, even skillfully performing oral sex on him, lost in desire,
made my penis hard again. Damn, I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

Since I couldn't sleep, I started thinking about what had happened before. So many things had happened in such a short time,
leaving me with a jumble of thoughts, but the most vivid memory was witnessing my mother writhing and
throbbing under another man's crotch, experiencing multiple orgasms. It was a weekend after I had confirmed my mother's infidelity and failed to catch her in the act.
My mother who paid close attention to her every move
, I naturally saw everything and then left. Learning from my previous experience, I arrived at school early this time and
ran upstairs, only to find my mother's office empty. She had told me she was working overtime with several other
teachers . My suspicions had already been there, but a glimmer of hope lingered. I
found a good spot upstairs and peered down. It was Sunday, and the school was practically deserted, with only the occasional
figure passing by. I observed carefully, and after a while, I saw my mother approaching from a distance. Feeling a little guilty, I
hid and peeked. Instead of going to her office, she turned towards another stairwell. I
was stunned . What was she doing? I rushed downstairs and followed her. When I reached the building,
she was gone. But in just two or three minutes, she must still be nearby. I started searching each floor.
These were all classrooms, and they were all empty. Soon I reached the second-to-last floor. The top floor had only
one classroom, used for music classes, guarded by an iron gate. The door was closed. Where could my mother have gone
? Clinging to my last hope, I walked step by step to the iron gate, only to discover the problem: the gate was closed
but not locked from the inside. Trembling, I reached my hand through the gap in the bars and unlocked it from the inside. The gate, well
-used and maintained, made a very quiet sound when it opened, but to me it was like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down my spine.
I quietly closed the gate and went up to the top floor. On the top floor, I heard faint
sounds coming from the classroom next door. They weren't loud, but they made me dizzy, because the low moans of a woman sounded so familiar.

I slowly moved to the classroom door. The door was locked, and the curtains were drawn. Now the sounds inside
were much clearer. My mother's seductive moans sent shivers down my spine, even though I'd seen many pornographic films. But
another, occasional sound greatly surprised me. I initially thought my mother was having an affair with a school leader or
a teacher, but seeing her here, I was more inclined to believe it was a school leader, because
there were no male music teachers. But what came from inside was the voice of a boy about my age,
"Teacher Lin, your little hole is so tight and tender, it feels so good, I can't believe your son is
the same age as me." Responding to him were even more seductive moans and more intense sounds of flesh colliding. My heart was
pounding, but I didn't have the courage to rush in and catch them in the act. The changes at home recently had made me realize that my mother's affair
might not be a simple matter of cheating; rushing in could very well destroy the whole family. An uncontrollable
urge surged within me, making me anxious and restless. The sounds of flesh colliding inside undoubtedly meant that my mother was being genuinely
fucked by a boy, and this boy was very likely a student at our school. The thought of my mother being
brutally fucked by her own student filled me with a twisted pleasure instead of anger, and my lower body gradually hardened,
bulging a large bulge in my pants.

Suddenly, I was surprised to find the window wasn't completely closed; there was a two-finger-wide gap. Trembling, I slipped
my finger in and quietly pulled the curtain open a crack. Bending over, I peered through with one eye. The lewd
scene before me made my blood boil. My mother was holding the blackboard with both hands, her plump buttocks raised high, her skirt lifted from behind,
her underwear still on, pushed aside. A tall boy stood behind her, his huge
penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, drawing out streams of vaginal fluid. Occasionally, my mother would turn her head
to kiss . Although I could only see half of her face due to the angle, I could still sense the astonishing allure on her face.
Watching my own mother swaying her snow-white, alluring buttocks to meet the thrusts of her student, I could no
longer restrain myself. One hand slowly reached down to my crotch and began to masturbate. Perhaps it was the position my mother was in that
was exhausting, or perhaps the boy was giving her immense pleasure, but she quickly screamed and
went limp, completely supported by the boy. Looking at her trembling, beautiful body, I knew she
had reached orgasm. Having never experienced such stimulation, I shuddered and ejaculated against the wall. I
gripped the window frame tightly with my other hand to keep from slipping to the floor, but even then I couldn't see inside. I could only
hear the boy's low, lewd laughter, "Teacher Lin, your stamina isn't good." My mother didn't respond, only
panting heavily. The boy inside was clearly not satisfied. Before I could recover, the sounds of my mother being fucked echoed again
. "Teacher Lin, your big, white, soft tits are so wonderful, I never get tired of playing with them." I rested for a moment,
then quietly pulled back the curtains. Sure enough, my mother was now slumped over the podium, her head drooping limply, buried between her arms
. The boy was thrusting slowly and forcefully from behind, each thrust penetrating deeply. My mother was moaning.
A pair of large, white breasts were being wantonly played with by the boy.

Now I finally saw the boy's face clearly; he looked familiar, but not from our class, nor from my mother's class.
I knew the students in those two classes; they seemed to be in the same grade. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—I knew who this
boy was: Wang An, one of the top students in our grade, praised by many teachers, and rumored to have family members who were
leaders in the education bureau, or even higher. Thinking back to what had recently happened at home, my hands and feet turned ice-cold.
I seemed to understand why my mother was being so brazenly violated by this boy. I stared blankly
at everything happening inside, my mind a complete blank, but my body reacted involuntarily. When my mother
moaned as the boy behind her ejaculated inside her, I also ejaculated again, covering the wall with my fluids. The continuous, intense stimulation left me
slumped against the wall. The inside seemed to be resting, completely silent. After a moment, I heard a soft "smack" and
my mother 's gasp, "Teacher Lin, come clean me up." Then came the sound of someone sitting down. I struggled to my feet and
peeked again. I had never imagined my mother would be so submissive, so utterly devoid of dignity. The boy sat in
a chair, and my mother knelt before him, deftly using her tongue to clean the filth from his penis. Judging by
her skill, she had likely done this many times before. What happened next was even more unbelievable: my mother actually
swallowed all the filth. The boy seemed satisfied, stroking my mother's hair.
"Teacher Lin, you're becoming more and more obedient," my mother said, looking up with a sweet smile. Seeing that my mother
had finished cleaning the boy, and unsure if they would come out, I hurriedly turned and ran downstairs, carefully
closing the iron gate. I ran down to the bottom, hid in a corner, and collapsed there, panting heavily. I don't know how much time passed, but
I vaguely heard the sound of high heels fading away. Maybe my mother had left. I slowly
stood up.

Just then, footsteps approached. Before I could react, the person was already in front of me,
a huge shadow looming over me. I looked up and froze, my mind blank. It was
that boy from before! I trembled all over, wanting to be angry, but unable to. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter.
Wang smiled, "How was it? Did you enjoy the show? Tsk tsk, such a big mark on the wall, I'll have to
get someone to clean it." I was completely dumbfounded. How did he know?

"Strange? I didn't let you in on purpose. Do you think you could witness this exciting scene?"
Wang An's smile remained unchanged, but his words were more terrifying than a demon's. "How does it feel to see your mother being played with and fucked by your classmate
? Judging from your reaction, it's very exciting."

I wanted to refute, but I didn't know how. My heart was filled with an indescribable twisted pleasure.
"Here, let me show you." I was stunned, looking at Wang An's phone screen. The next moment, I was filled with
despair. In the picture, I was bent over, hiding by the window, one hand pulling back the curtains, the other hand
rapidly stroking my penis. It was as lewd and ugly as could be. "Hmph, I knew you were coming, so I arranged a little
something. Your attention was drawn to everything happening in the classroom, so of course you wouldn't notice
this thing at the other end of the corridor." Wang An chuckled. "Want to show your mother? You look at her, she looks at you, one
time each."

"No!" I let out a dying cry, my voice sharp and desperate, "No!" If my mother saw it,
it would really be the end. In my deepest despair, a sliver of clarity returned. "You...
what do you want me to do?"

"Smart. You don't need to do anything. Just pretend nothing happened.
I haven't had enough of this wonderful teacher yet." The insulting words stirred something within me, and what followed was even more
unexpected . "Judging from your behavior today, you're no good either. You have feelings for your mother,
don't you?"

I looked up, wanting to deny it, but faced with Wang An's smiling eyes, I couldn't utter a single word. Wang An patted my
shoulder. "Do as I say, and I'll guarantee you'll be fine, plus there'll be benefits." He handed me a small bag.
"Go home. You'll like it. There'll be even more exciting things to come. Haha." Laughter faded as Wang An left
. I returned home in a daze. My mother wasn't home yet. I rushed into my room, opened the bag, and was shocked by
what : a pair of sexy black pantyhose, crumpled and torn with several
holes, especially the large hole in the crotch area, which was particularly noticeable. I remembered that my mother had the exact same pantyhose. My
heart immediately raced. The dried marks near the crotch area undoubtedly indicated what kind of ordeal her owner had endured
. The thought of my mother being ripped in her pantyhose and forcibly penetrated by Wang An, possibly in a
sacred place like school, reignited my lust. I quickly turned on the computer and
inserted another item, a USB drive. Sure enough, it contained a short video, only a few minutes long. My mother was kneeling in
front of Wang An. Judging from the background, it was my mother's office. My mother was sucking and rubbing the man's penis with her delicate
hands , her skillful movements indicating that this wasn't the first time. Although it was still incredibly stimulating, it wasn't
the real, physical sex I was really looking forward to. I was deeply disappointed, and then I remembered Wang An's last words, "
There's more to come." I couldn't help but grab the black pantyhose and wrap them around my penis, my mind
replaying the scenes of my mother being fucked and reaching multiple orgasms in the classroom.

I didn't know when I finally fell asleep. The next morning, feeling listless, I was
scolded , but she, unaware of the situation, would never guess the reason for my insomnia. She just assumed I was under a lot of academic pressure, so after criticizing
me, she offered some words of comfort and encouragement. I lowered my head and nodded meekly. When we parted at school, I looked up at my mother's
graceful back. My mindset had begun to change. Besides the immense stimulation and
temptation from those videos, a desire was surging within me. I wanted to release it, and the target of that release was naturally
the woman I longed for and yearned for. But I didn't dare. I was afraid of being discovered, and I would be afraid no matter who discovered it. So,
all along, I could only think about it. But things soon took an unexpected and dramatic turn.

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