Single woman with young man

"Ding..." With a crisp ring of the school bell, the drowsy Xiao Xin finally awaited this exciting moment. Indeed, for a schoolchild, there's little to look forward to except for the bell ringing for the last class of the afternoon.

He shook his head, his head, which had been throbbing from listening to scriptures all afternoon, began to clear slightly. He pulled his already packed schoolbag from his desk, and just as he was about to take a step, he sensed something was off about the atmosphere on the podium. He shrank back, his eyes naturally turning towards it.

Teacher Zhao on the podium had a gloomy expression; her already chubby face instantly fell and then froze, resembling the vivid facial expressions of a Shar-Pei.

Oh, I forgot to add, Teacher Zhao is a woman. To be precise, she's almost 60 years old. She was transferred from another school to teach politics by a relative of a high-ranking official in the school a few years ago.

Indeed, her less-than-ideal teaching abilities remained, but her forte was sullen faces and corporal punishment. She was notorious at school—a real stigma. Not only did the students dislike her, but even many teachers disliked her.

Watching her thick layer of rouge crumble along with her face, the previously noisy classroom immediately fell silent.

Then, her facial skin twitched dramatically. "Today, I'd like to take up 10 minutes of your time to conclude this section of the lesson..."

After saying that, she twisted her obese body, which was overflowing with fat, and went to the blackboard to chatter away... seemingly completely ignoring the murmurs from the class.

"Damn it..." Xiao Xin was about to utter the rest of the word when his mind instinctively flashed to his mother's gentle face—good children shouldn't swear, and his resentment vanished.

Actually, Xiao Xin's real name was Liu Xin. Because his mother divorced his father when he was very young, he changed his surname to Lu, taking his mother's surname.

For Xiao Xin, the word "Dad" might have appeared a few years ago, but in recent years, it had almost disappeared! Perhaps it was because his mother was particularly averse to it, especially

when Xiao Xin mentioned "Dad."

Xiao Xin was a student at this private school, just starting junior high. His grades were above average, but he was a little thin and short, completely contrary to his mental age. He was just over 1.6 meters tall, and his classmates nicknamed him "Little Bean" because of this.

Perhaps due to a long-term lack of paternal love, but also influenced by his mother being a teacher, his rebellion failed, and he became precocious.

However, Xiao Xin also had his own worries, mostly influenced by his mother Lu Hui's "putting the big picture first," causing him to hesitate and waver at such a young age.

After the narration, Xiao Xin, who had barely survived the extra class, was now walking home with his schoolbag on his back.

He was thinking that soon he would be home, eating a meal cooked by his mother, and hearing her gentle words of advice from time to time, his heart was filled with happiness.

"A child with a mother is a treasure..." Xiao Xin hummed happily, quickening his pace.

Xiao Xin and his mother lived in a neighborhood not far from his school; the walk took no more than 10 minutes. His mother had told him that the money was specially bought to make it easier for him to go to school.

But Xiao Xin had never asked his mother where the money came from, nor did he care about it. A child doesn't have much of a concept of 'money.' He only looked forward to growing up quickly so he could go to university at the university where his mother taught, and then he could see his mother standing on the podium every day.

In less than half a day, Xiao Xin arrived at his doorstep. As soon as he opened the door, Xiao Xin shouted inside, "Mom, I'm home!!" Without waiting for that familiar voice to ring out, he closed the door and dashed into the kitchen.

"Xiao Xin, you're home. Are you hungry?" Lu Hui turned her head slightly and murmured to the little boy who had popped out of the kitchen doorway.

"Go change your boots and wash your hands, dinner's ready! Mom made your favorite dish today..."

The person in front of me is Xiao Xin's mother, Lu Hui, 36 years old, a Chinese language teacher at a university.

Lu Hui had changed out of her teacher's uniform today; she was now wearing a beige short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of light blue shorts.

Actually, Lu Hui had been wanting to find some time to go shopping for new clothes, but her class had a whole platoon of students, none of whom were easy to manage.

Add to that Xiao Xin's mischievousness, and the shopping trip just fell through... No time? A seemingly reasonable explanation, but in the eyes of the growing Xiao Xin, it didn't seem so. Seeing his mother wearing worn-out clothes every day, some even torn, revealing her fair skin, made Xiao Xin uneasy.

He was staring intently at his mother's figure at the kitchen doorway, his eyes filled with a strange feeling, completely oblivious to what she was saying next.

"[Mom is so beautiful...]" Following Xiao Xin's perspective, a rare, voluptuous mature woman's figure gradually came into focus.

Despite being a teacher, Lu Hui's appearance and figure were truly out of place among the other female teachers at the school. At 171 cm tall, she stood out prominently among the generally shorter middle-aged teachers.

Her shoulder-length curly hair perfectly framed her sweet, oval face, and her almond-shaped eyes were like clear lake water, with long eyelashes like a veil, giving her eyes a mysterious and profound look. Her delicate, level eyebrows, small nose, and seemingly mysteriously smiling, sexy lips combined to create an indescribable blend of elegance and beauty.

Even more striking was her figure. After giving birth to Xiao Xin, Lu Hui's originally well-proportioned figure rapidly became fuller and rounder, her weight rebounding excessively. After careful conditioning, she achieved her current appearance: a large bust, a slender waist, and long legs.

One would assume that a 170cm tall beauty would have at least a D-cup, but that's just the standard. Lu Hui's bust is unusually large; an F-cup often makes her groan. Most women with this size of breast usually wear bras to accentuate their shape, but Lu Hui seems to defy gravity.

Her two alluring, watermelon-sized breasts sag only slightly, a subtle droop that adds an invisible allure to her upper body. Every time she moves, you can see her heavy breasts swaying gently inside her clothes.

Lu Hui's waist is also very voluptuous; her flat, smooth abdomen is free of any excess fat. Below, with a sharply widening curve, are two firm, round, plump buttocks. The wide hip bones convey the fullness and plumpness of her hips while also creating a visually balanced contrast with her ridiculously large breasts.

Below her buttocks were a pair of long, slender, fair legs, easily a meter long. Although they had some fleshiness, it didn't detract from their curves and smoothness. The skin, without stockings, had a faint sheen.

Xiao Xin followed Lu Hui's gaze from her shoulders down to her heels. Her t-shirt and hot pants seemed to be completely bare, offering no concealment of his mother's alluring figure.

Suddenly, he noticed something hazy on his mother's long legs. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was her ultra-thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings, which she wore every day.

[Mom loves wearing stockings, whether she's going to class or coming home...] Xiao Xin thought dreamily, his smile freezing on his face.

Lu Hui noticed the somewhat dazed look in his eyes beside her, turned around, and said, "Why don't you want to change your shoes yet?

Don't you want to eat dinner?"

Her gentle, bell-like voice greatly reduced the accusation.

The child who had peeked out from the doorway stuck out his tongue, "I was watching what Mom was making for me..." He seemed embarrassed after saying that and shrank back down.

Lu Hui knew her own looks perfectly well, and although she was used to being stared at by a bunch of blatantly lustful eyes every day, she just couldn't get used to her son's blank stare.

"This child..." Lu Hui frowned and muttered softly, taking the food out.

In the bathroom.

Xiao Xin, who had changed his shoes and was washing his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, as if that other side represented another version of himself.

[Mom is so beautiful no matter how you look at her. Those breasts are so big, I wish I could see them], the reflection in the mirror spoke.

[Lu Xin, wake up!] "She's your mother! How could you have such filthy thoughts about your own mother?

I've warned you more than once, you unhealthy child!" Xiao Xin's face flushed and paled in turns, seemingly disgusted with his reflection in the mirror.

"No matter what, I'm still my mother's precious child, a good student in my class. My studies should be my priority! I can't have any more illusions about my mother! She's my real mother!!" Xiao Xin angrily glared at his reflection, then vaguely saw himself lost in thought, the projection returning to his own image… Thinking of the dignified and sacred nature of his mother's teaching profession and the long-standing academic indoctrination she had instilled in him, Xiao Xin seemed to have made a considerable decision this time.

It's no wonder; seeing the stunningly beautiful Lu Hui every day at home, and spending so much time with her, even a normal man, let alone someone like Xiao Xin with a strong sense of curiosity about the opposite sex, couldn't escape

the fact of "mother fixation. "

It seems single-parent families really are a breeding ground for problem children. (Even the narrator couldn't bear to remain silent.) It all started when Xiao Xin began noticing his mother. It was after he entered junior high school. His male classmates would gossip about the female teachers and students at school, which gradually escalated into sharing adult magazines contributed by some unknown classmate.

When Xiao Xin saw the almost naked women on the covers of those magazines, their provocative expressions and poses, their soft breasts, and the mysterious area between their legs deliberately obscured by the text, a burning desire began to take root in his heart.

Thus, Xiao Xin experienced the first lesson in sexual awakening that most teenagers learn without instruction: voyeurism.

His mother's unintentional body movements, her full body wrapped in a towel after a bath… and so on. [The women in the magazines weren't as pretty as his mother, and their figures weren't as good]—this was Xiao Xin's most immediate thought after spying on Lu Hui's mother.

So when the boys in his class were commenting on the various mature women in the book, Xiao Xin always kept quiet or deliberately avoided the topic. He couldn't possibly bring up the idea of comparing his beautiful mother to them, could he? Such thoughts were simply beyond the emotional limits of this naive young boy.

But I digress…

At this moment, Xiao Xin had washed his hands and was sitting at the dining table, ready to eat dinner. Across the small square table sat his mother, Lu Hui.

Lu Hui naturally scooped steaming white rice from the rice bowl, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Xiao Xin.

“Eat quickly, be careful, the rice is hot…” Xiao Xin took the bowl, looking at his mother's gentle face, a feeling of happiness almost melting him.

“Mmm… Mom, you eat too.” Xiao Xin didn't forget to respond to his mother's care.

Lu Hui agreed and also served herself a bowl of white rice. A warm atmosphere of family affection slowly filled the small dining room… Xiao Xin wolfed down the food his mother had prepared for him. After a day of classes, he was probably starving.

All the elegance he had inherited from his mother was gone.

Lu Hui looked at him kindly and gently, occasionally putting food in his bowl.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke..." The person across from her nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

For Lu Hui, Xiao Xin was everything now. She didn't need to worry too much about his studies. Although the child was a bit stubborn at times, he was obedient. Looking back over the years, she felt quite accomplished.

From her smiling face, she seemed to see how bright Xiao Xin's future would be: attending a prestigious university, getting a good job after graduation, marrying a virtuous wife—then her hard work for the past half of her life wouldn't have been in vain.

"Mom... why aren't you eating?" Her son's urging interrupted Lu Hui's long-drifting thoughts.

"Oh..." Lu Hui noticed that she had been a little distracted. "Mom was thinking about something..." Before Xiao Xin could ask his innocent question, Lu Hui continued, "Did you listen attentively in class today?"

"Hmm...yes, it's just that after school tonight, Teacher Zhao made us 'work overtime' again..." Xiao Xin pouted, his mouth full of food.

Watching her son eat heartily, Lu Hui's appetite also returned.

She chatted with her son about daily life and various topics from school, and then started eating as well.

Soon, Xiao Xin gradually felt full and stopped putting food in his bowl, which Lu Hui noticed.

"Go rest in the living room for a while after you finish eating. Remember to digest what the teachers taught at school today..." Lu Hui timely reverted to her dignified teacher persona, adding the weight of an elder, and then said to Xiao Xin, "You need to study your political science textbook carefully; this is the subject you're a little behind on."

"Okay...okay..." Xiao Xin said somewhat discontentedly. Although he really wanted to sneak outside and play for a while, the thought of going out for a stroll was likely to be dashed, given his mother's decree. He used to be turned away for this all the time, but over time, the protests turned into disputes, the disputes into complaints, and now even the complaints had been silenced.

Xiao Xin's mind raced, recalling the events of the day's class, completely unaware that a chopstick had slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground. His head,

filled with thoughts of reviewing, reviewing, and more reviewing, sank into the ground without a second thought. This act inadvertently stirred up a hidden thought within the boy, because one second he was thinking about reviewing, and the next second he had completely forgotten about it.

Xiao Xin's eyes were fixed on Lu Hui's mother's long, shapely legs. Her strong, yet not bulky, thighs and calves were covered by sheer, flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were barely visible at the base of her sexy, fleshy thighs, revealing smooth, delicate skin. Her neatly arranged toes were clad in comfortable green flat slippers, which languidly rested on the floor. Her

ten long, jade-like toes were still neatly aligned.

Xiao Xin felt a lump in his throat and swallowed hard.

[Mom's wearing pantyhose today, isn't she...?] His gaze unconsciously drifted towards her hot pants, but the tight skin of her legs stretched them taut, revealing nothing.

Before he could even feel a pang of regret, a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

[It smells so good...it must be the sweat evaporating from Mom's toes...I wish I could get closer and smell it.] Xiao Xin's heart suddenly raced. [If only...I could lick it too...]

Suddenly, as if someone had discovered the dirty desire deep within Xiao Xin's heart, he abruptly turned his eyes away. Then he picked up the dropped chopsticks, slowly raised his head, and glanced at his mother who was eating on the other side.

[Thank goodness...Mom didn't notice anything strange...] He quickly sat back down, not daring to look his mother in the eye, feeling guilty like a thief.

"Mom...Mom...I'm finished eating, I'm going to study in my room..." Xiao Xin felt his face was almost as red as an apple.

Lu Hui, hearing Xiao Xin's changed tone, finally realized what was happening, watching her son quickly drop his chopsticks and run into the room, his face flushed and flustered.

A strange feeling stirred within her. [What's wrong with this child... he was perfectly fine just now...] She recalled how her son had accidentally dropped the chopsticks on the floor, bent down to pick them up, and only returned a while later.

[Did I embarrass myself?...] Lu Hui looked down at her lower body. There was no sign of anything revealing, but noticing she was still wearing the flesh-colored stockings she hadn't taken off since coming home, she seemed to understand.

[Sigh, this child... is he obsessed with my legs too?] Recalling Xiao Xin's dazed, almost bewitched expression in the kitchen after he came home, a blush crept onto Lu Hui's delicate face.

For a beautiful, mature woman like Lu Hui, being stared at with such clearly sexually harassing eyes was a common occurrence. But when the object of that gaze was her son, she became extremely cautious and confused.

At the same time, she also understood that children her son's age were at the most sensitive stage for exploring the opposite sex.

This was the first time Lu Hui had encountered such a problem in her life, and she seemed somewhat lost. "[How should I guide Xiao Xin...]"

Lu Hui, who wasn't lacking in experience, suddenly thought of the incestuous themes in the pornographic films she had seen before. But then she thought again, as a standard mother and a qualified teacher, how could she allow such an immoral thing to happen?

"[If... just if... I could 'guide' my own son like the mothers in those pornographic films...]" Thinking of this, Lu Hui's face flushed even more deeply.

"[No! ...Xiao Xin is a good child... those things in pornographic films are unrealistic, I can't lead Xiao Xin astray... I can't give birth to him and then ruin him... this is unacceptable! ...]"

It seemed that her profession as a teacher gave Lu Hui many perspectives, but after thinking for a while, the problem returned to its starting point: how to guide him? "

[Sigh, it seems I should start with his attire at home...]" Lu Hui breathed a sigh of relief. It's quite a strange thing that a homeroom teacher, who leads dozens of adults, would struggle with the moral education of her own son.

Thinking back to a few years ago, he was still clinging to her side every day, calling out "Mommy" in a childlike voice.

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