Mom is a teacher

My mother's favorite thing to wear was black stockings. She often wore them to class with a short
skirt. My mother had large breasts, making her figure appear curvaceous, which was probably a common
object . I know many students secretly looked at my mother's underwear with small mirrors, and some even pretended to
ask questions while peeking at her large breasts. But how could they compare to my good fortune? My mother often took
off her stockings and underwear and threw them in the laundry basket, then left them there after showering, so I could pick them up and smell them.
My mother always wore perfume on her feet, so her feet never smelled, and neither did her underwear.

My parents' relationship wasn't very good, or rather, they were on the verge of divorce. My
father had another woman, and that woman was supporting him. She used her power to transfer him to
a job in another city, so he was often away from home, leaving my mother alone with me. I never thought about having sex with my mother, because I'm not
a pervert . It was just that my mother had a ladylike body, and I happened to like it. But later, everything
slowly changed.

That night I couldn't sleep. My mother hadn't showered,
so I had no stockings or underwear to relieve my pent-up desire. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, wanting to release my pent-up urges but unable to. Finally, I decided to steal my mother's underwear from
her bedroom. I tiptoed to the living room and peered into my mother's bedroom
. I could faintly hear the sound of an electric motor. A chill ran down my spine. Was my mother masturbating? I carefully positioned myself
and listened to the sounds from her room. Along with the motor, there were faint moans; my mother
seemed to be trying her best to suppress them. Was she masturbating or watching porn? I didn't dare think about it, but I knew my mother
was a normal woman. My father didn't care about her anymore; she had to take care of herself. That's how naively I thought at the time.

The next day, I quickly devised a way to spy on my mother. My room and my mother's room were separated by one
room , but the wardrobe in that room was connected to the wall of my mother's room. I quickly bought a
camera online and used the money I had saved over the years to buy a GoPro. I secretly drilled a small hole in the wall,
then went to my mother's room to set up the camera, controlling it from the other side of the wall with my phone. The next day,
after , she told me to shower too, then told me to go to bed early before going back to my room. I quickly checked my treasure chest,
and sure enough, it contained my mother's underwear and stockings. I showered first, then secretly took my mother's underwear and ran to my room to
hide . I was very worried, afraid that my mother would find out. I finally waited until midnight. I
sneaked out with my mother's underwear, and sure enough, the familiar moaning sound came as expected. I quickly turned on the camera, watching and
recording at the same time. I opened the camera with trembling hands and saw the scene I had been dreaming of. My mother was indeed masturbating.

Mom found a stool, took out the sex toy she'd bought, and surprisingly, she was still wearing black stockings and her toenails were
painted red. She repeatedly thrust into her vagina. The sex toy could not only penetrate her vagina
but also stimulate her anus. The repeated stimulation finally became unbearable for her. She grabbed
the water she had prepared and drank it down in one gulp. Then she turned the power up to maximum, and her whole body began to convulse. After the convulsions stopped,
she slowly pulled out the toy, and a jet of water shot out. Mom fell backward.

Mom stopped masturbating, and I started to ejaculate. I kept smelling Mom's panties and watching her masturbate. My erect penis, seeing Mom
ejaculate , also ejaculated, spurting out wave after wave. I
almost collapsed. When I slowly recovered from the afterglow of my orgasm, I saw Mom struggling to take out her phone and take pictures
of her genitals and breasts. Was she keeping a memento or sending them to someone else? Looks like I need
to check Mom's phone.

Although I study in a small town, the internet allows me to better understand the world. I secretly packaged a virus
on my computer, planning to jailbreak my mom's phone the next day and
see what she was up to.

Saturday finally arrived, and my mom and I were both very relaxed. Having both vented the night before, we slept in
very late.

"Mom, can I play with your phone?" "

You brat, don't you have one too?" "

I'll upgrade it for you; you don't understand these things anyway."

My mom loves me very much. She uses a 5s herself, but bought me an iPhone 6. Of course, I
love my mom very much too, but I had a vague feeling that she was suffering a lot.

After getting the phone, I jailbroken it for my mom, installed the virus, and then returned it to her.

My mom took the phone, smiled at me, and said, "Good son, you know how to care for your mother." After saying that,
it seemed like she had an unspeakable pain in her heart. I saw a hint of melancholy in my mother's smile, and I
suddenly hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I'll always be on your side, I'll
always love you!" My mother hugged me back tightly, saying, "Baby, you're all I have."

Only me? Besides Dad, who else does Mom have?

I went back to my room and started organizing my mother's information—WeChat chat logs and photos.
I waited for the data to load, then went out to chat with her. I knew she was lonely.

I discovered my mother's secret.

Dad had stopped talking to her when I was in elementary school. Back then, my mother was lonely and
started an affair with one of her students. That student was the principal's son. He also noticed my mother's loneliness and
deliberately seduced her. At first, he asked her to tutor him, then he raped her. My
mother furious, but later she forgave him and contacted
him again, offering oral sex while tutoring him. When his parents weren't home, she had sex with him. My mother's cloud storage account
contained many explicit photos of them together. Just then, Mom pushed the door open. "What are you doing?" "
Sweetie , come with Mom to buy some things." Mom said, then leaned over to look at my laptop. I had already
switched back to the normal screen with a single click. I quickly agreed, changed my clothes, and went shopping with Mom. But at that
moment I looked at Mom's breasts, all I could think of was her giving someone a blowjob, her mouth sucking someone else's
penis. Mom, I wish you could suck mine too.

When we got home that night, Mom proudly counted the things we bought. Looking at Mom, I suddenly remembered that
once she hadn't gone to tutor that boy for two weeks, and when she went back, she pulled down his pants at the door...
He kept sniffing and inhaling, extremely thirsty, then took his penis into his mouth,
holding it tightly and swallowing rapidly.

Mom took off her shoes and kept rubbing her feet; I knew her feet were tired from walking for a long time. "

Mom, let me massage your feet."

Mom looked at me with surprise. I tried my best to avoid letting her see the lust in my eyes, because Mom's
stockinged feet were so tempting. "

Let me massage them for you, Mom."

Mom said happily, "My darling son knows how to care for his mother. Mom will go get some perfume to put on, otherwise it'll smell too bad
."

I quickly nodded and followed Mom to her room. As soon as I entered the room, I saw
where Mom sprayed perfume, and I saw where Mom and her lover made love. Looking at Mom applying perfume to her legs and feet, I
suddenly felt an urge to rape her. After Mom finished applying the perfume, she smiled at me and lay down on the bed. I
quickly went over to massage Mom.

As I massaged her, I thought about the lewd things Mom had done. My little brother suddenly got hard,
and Mom, exhausted, immediately fell asleep. I gently massaged her calves and
arches, and she let out a satisfied moan in her sleep. My little brother grew even bigger, pressing against her stockinged legs.
I remembered how Mom used to give me footjobs and how she would squirt, and I really wanted to take out
my penis and masturbate. But I held back. I gave Mom a full-body massage, and she quickly fell
asleep . I poured her some water and put it aside. When I went back to my room, I looked at Mom. She was still so beautiful.

Mom has always been a woman with a strong sex drive. She probably married Dad largely because of his sexual
prowess. Now that Dad ignores her and doesn't come home, she naturally needs a man to comfort her. Luckily, there was
a student who could satisfy her without any consequences. So be it. Thinking about how hard Mom had worked,
I went over, kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, sleep peacefully.
I'm here for you."

After returning to my room, I continued looking at the materials Mom had gotten. A username and password in my mother's notes
intrigued me. My intuition told me it was a password lock for a diary app. I remotely accessed
my mother's phone, found the app, logged in, and saw her diary.

The diary recorded her heartbreak upon discovering my father's infidelity, how she could only secretly buy masturbation toys
for fear of being discovered, and her fear of being forced into it, culminating in her eventual enjoyment. My mother repeatedly expressed
regret in her diary because she was afraid I would find out; she loved me very much. She said she discovered my masturbation and wanted to ask my father
to tell me to control it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. So she
consulted her lover, who suggested she put her underwear and stockings in the laundry basket to tempt me into using them, allowing her to control my masturbation frequency
by placing the underwear in the basket. My mother was truly thoughtful. This was my mother
's reward for me, and I felt much happier. I continued reading.

My mother and her lover soon separated because he was going to university, and my mother, fearing
discovery, ended their relationship. In her diary, Mom wrote that they often role-played,
pretending to be mother and son having sex. Each time, Mom would think of me, which made her very excited. While playing mother and son
, Mom's mind was always on me. A thought slowly surfaced in her mind: her son
was the person who had been with her the longest, but because of blood ties, Mom couldn't have sex with me, causing her great pain.
Mom could only choose to wallow in her suffering.

I understood Mom's thoughts. Mom just wanted someone who could always be with her,
someone who could satisfy her sexual desires. Mom also wrote that she saw me watching mother-son AVs on pornographic websites,
masturbating . Every time this happened, she would become very wet, and could only masturbate secretly alone at home. Last time,
Mom masturbated to orgasm as a breakup gift for her lover; Mom decided to break up with him.

I knew what fear Mom was hiding. I ejaculated hard on Mom's underwear and put it back
in the laundry basket.

The next day, everything seemed normal. On the contrary, Mom hugged me again because of my performance the night before.
I also took the opportunity to touch my mother's breasts. I often managed to sneak a hand to touch her breasts when we hugged,
and she would always laugh and slap it away. This time, she let me touch them four or five times before opening my hand. She was
different .

That night, thinking about how miserable Monday was again, I wanted to go to sleep, but I couldn't resist my curiosity and
logged into my mother's diary again. Sure enough

, she had updated it again. She said she was very happy because her son had accompanied her shopping and then massaged her feet. She wanted to
see my reaction, so she pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, as my movements became more intense, she noticed my
unusual behavior, but I never continued to violate her, making her feel that I still respected her. At the same time, she also
sensed my desire. The last thing I said to her before leaving warmed her heart. The next day, she
found the underwear I had used. The thick semen stains immediately aroused her sexual desire. She closed the door and
vigorously licked the semen stains off the underwear, her hand constantly pressing her clitoris. After masturbating, she let out a long
sigh . In her final words in her diary, she wrote, "I love my son. Although I can't ask him to meet my needs, I
can meet them myself. I don't want to be separated from him. Mom, I don't want to be separated from you either."

From then on, Mom and I tacitly carried out our respective tasks. Soon, a month passed.
Dad came home for a week, and Mom and I stopped having sex. But this time, it seemed Dad was preparing to confront Mom .
Dad bought Mom an apartment and a car in the city, I transferred to a school in the city, and Mom was also
transferred to the city. After this agreement was reached, Dad left with a heavy heart. The day Dad left, I had
an exam, and Mom stayed home alone, crying all afternoon.

After the exam, I felt I did well, but when I went downstairs, I found Dad's car was gone. I
rushed upstairs, and Mom had already wiped away her tears, but she had fallen into a deep sleep. I quickly went over and hugged
Mom. I woke her up, and she hugged me tightly. I kept comforting her, "It's okay, Mom, you
still have me." Mom kept repeating, "Yes, Mom still has you." I wiped away my mother's tears and gave her...
Mom poured me a glass of water, and I hugged her tightly. A week without release had made my little brother instantly erect
, pressing against Mom's back. Mom gently patted me, saying, "Trying to do naughty things at a time like this?" I hugged
her tighter, smiling sheepishly. I said, "Mom, I didn't mean to, it's just that you're so alluring." I
leaned her

, saying, "No matter how alluring Mom is, you can't have sexual fantasies about me, understand?" I took the opportunity to grab Mom's breast. Mom didn't push me away. I said, "Why not, Mom?" Mom
quickly removed my hand, saying, "We're mother and son, don't do this, sweetie." I forced my way back, but then
I thought, "Mom, I have to masturbate with your underwear every day now, what am I going to do? I really want to grab your breasts." I
rubbed them hard, and Mom half-heartedly resisted. She said, "No, baby, Mom can't lose you.
Mom is your mother, you can't penetrate Mom's vagina." Mom's attitude suddenly became resolute.
I quickly let go, bringing my mouth to Mom's earlobe, speaking and licking it. "Mom, let's
rely on each other , okay?" Mom answered with "Mmm." I reached for Mom's breasts again. "Mom, we can't
put it in there, can you help me with your hand?" Mom's face turned red. "What nonsense are you talking about, you naughty boy?"
Push me away. I rushed to Mom's lips and kissed her fiercely. "Mom, don't be afraid, you
always have me." Mom relaxed her guard and passionately kissed me back. I laid Mom down on the bed, ran to her
side and let her lie in my arms, and reached my hand inside her clothes. Mom hurriedly stopped me, but I continued
to advance while pleading with Mom, "Mom, I really want to touch it once, I really want to, Mom."
Mom couldn't bear it and her resistance lessened, and my hand took advantage of the situation to grab Mom's
big breasts. Mom moaned softly. I kissed Mom and touched her breasts, my little brother was already
bursting . I said to Mom, "Mom, take off your clothes." Mom refused, hitting me hard and
calling me a stinky man who just wanted to take advantage of him. I grabbed Mom's hand and pulled her into my arms. "Mom, I
know you want to release, otherwise you wouldn't lick the semen off your underwear so clean every time, Mom.
" Mom blushed and snuggled into my arms. I continued, "Since we only have each other, why
can't we please each other, Mom? Help me release, okay?" I begged Mom,
but she still refused, though her grip lessened. I took the opportunity to pull Mom's clothes off from above. Mom quickly covered her chest,
and I gave her a passionate kiss. Mom returned the kiss. I kissed Mom's cleavage, and Mom half-heartedly resisted, but soon
she hugged me. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and her large breasts sprang out. I
grasped them tightly, sucking and caressing them. Mom also started to get aroused. I took off my pants, and my little
brother popped out. My mother was startled. I hugged my mother and kissed her while touching her
big breasts. My mother cooperated and helped me release with her hand.

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