Lamb Mother Pan Xinya 3

Thirdly,

on my first day at Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School, the classmates were all very enthusiastic and friendly.
I, being a little reserved, started talking to the students sitting in front of and behind me.

Let me especially introduce my deskmate, Zhou Yan. Like me, he's a short guy for his age. Don't let his
seemingly silly appearance fool you; his grades are quite good. After all, getting into a top-tier middle school in the city requires some skill. Today
, I was struggling a bit in class, and he patiently helped me explain the key points and difficult areas. It seems like getting along well with him and getting help with homework
won't be a problem.

However, he has a bizarre hobby account. He seriously explained it as a photography hobby, but frankly, it's about secretly
taking pictures of pretty girls. Short and chubby, he looks kind and harmless, but he's actually quite sleazy.

He showed me his precious collection on his phone, spending two whole class periods recommending the class
beauties, the grade beauties, and even privately ranking the eight goddesses of the campus, and even mentioning four beautiful teachers, etc. I
stared speechlessly at his phone's album of thousands of photos, somewhat admiring his perseverance, while also
thinking to myself, none of these girls or female teachers are as charming as his mother. A single full-body photo of his mother could easily outshine all the others in his album
.

What made me even more speechless was that Zhou Yan, like a dog in heat, spoke eight out of ten sentences about women.
Not only was his mind full of filthy thoughts, but he also spewed unrealistic and lewd talk. He described a move that made a certain class's "double dragons exploring the sea" gasp for breath
, and he even wanted someone from the next class to suck his "ancient dragon root." Even more outrageous, he said he wanted to "stand erect
and crush" the female teacher he met that morning, going straight to her core, and so on.

I showed an awkward and not polite smile at the side, "You're bragging so much, it sounds like you're talking about it
." Just the same. "

Hehehe, I think so too," he smiled stupidly, his neat yellow teeth irritating his eyes. I came here
dumbfounded and stupid, "I really want to find a sexy and beautiful young lady to consecrate me."

"Tsk, loser, that's a pretty idea. If you want to find a girlfriend, I must find it first." I smiled proudly, after all.
My mother is so bright and charming, and as a son, I have inherited some of her good looks.

"Tsk, how many young ladies are eager to be my girlfriend. My thick and hard ancient dragon roots are not for everyone
. Enjoyed. ” He said such shameless words with a serious look on his face. I resisted the urge to beat him.
he continued. "Especially that slutty beauty teacher this morning, she was so captivating. Her face, her figure, her
legs—she's prettier than any female teacher I've ever seen. I really want her to taste my big dick."

"Hey, can you stop being so vulgar? Besides, you're lucky if you're even five centimeters long
."

"Want to see?" He loosened his belt.

"Get lost." I paused, a little curious. "By the way, how pretty was that slutty teacher? Did you take any
pictures?"

He leaned closer, a mysterious look on his face, his breath reeking of foul air. "Yes, but they're pretty juicy. I've
saved them on my computer at home. Want to see them?"

I covered my mouth and nodded.

"I'll show them to you next time." He smiled slyly.

"Tch, definitely!" I returned his mysterious smile, thinking to myself,
how pretty can the most beautiful female teacher in your eyes be? Is she prettier than my mother? Besides, can
a slutty female teacher who can get her picture taken in compromising situations compare to a noble, elegant, and well-mannered goddess teacher like my mom? Wait until you're all smug and showing off,
then I'll post some stunning photos of my mom to slap you in the face!

Besides meeting this eccentric deskmate today, something else happened.

The class's entertainment committee member approached me, asking if I wanted to act in a skit, because one of my classmates
couldn't because they were preparing for a math competition. I wanted to decline, but Zhou Yan nudged me with his elbow, "Come on, I've already acted! And let me
tell you, this arts festival is huge! It's being held together by the junior and senior high schools, and we'll be going
to the senior high school to perform together!"

"Yes, yes, there will be awards for outstanding performances! The rest of us have been preparing for a long time, we're sure to do
well!" the entertainment committee member quickly chimed in.

I didn't really care about the awards or anything like that. What attracted me was Zhou Yan. Wouldn't that mean I could go to my mom's school and
perform together? I'd never been before, and I wondered if my mom would have a performance too.
I, who had always been her "darling son," suddenly wanted to try acting in a skit with her. She'd be so surprised to see me on stage
!

"What kind of roles are you playing?"

"A policeman," the arts committee member paused, "Zhou Yan plays a thief. You two have a lot of scenes together,
so discuss it in private. Remember to rehearse together after school this afternoon."

"Okay," I agreed.

I got home late because of the skit rehearsal, so I texted my mom beforehand. When I got home, my mom had already
prepared dinner. She sat on the sofa, looking slightly tired, resting her chin on her hand, engrossed in a scene from a TV drama. Her
cute, girlish outfit was captivating, and her fair, radiant face made her look incredibly young.

Her light brown, medium-length hair was tied in a small ponytail. She had changed into an oversized long-sleeved sweatshirt, but it still couldn't hide her ample
figure; her high, firm breasts still accentuated her proud curves. She wasn't wearing pants, opting for the currently trendy "no pants" look, wearing the oversized sweatshirt as a skirt, barely covering her round, pert buttocks. Two long, slender legs
extended from the hem of the sweatshirt , still wearing the black stockings from this morning, still as sexy and alluring as ever. 　　I looked at my mother's outfit and laughed, "Whose young lady is this? Dressed so young, so pretty." 　　"Stop being silly, you brat," my mother rolled her eyes at me, but her eyes were full of laughter; clearly, my flattery had pleased her. "Go eat, let's talk about today at the new school." 　　I ate my rice at the table while stealing glances at my mother, who was intently watching TV. Mom was leaning back on the sofa, her sexy legs curled up. Perhaps due to her posture, the oversized hoodie could no longer cover her legs properly; the hem barely covered most of her buttocks, leaving a small portion of her stockinged buttocks exposed to the bright living room lights. Her long, alluring legs were pressed together, displaying seductive curves. The thin black stockings stretched over her thighs and knees, subtly revealing a captivating sheen. Two small stockings...

Her beautiful feet were crossed, her cute toes wiggling restlessly.

Her adorable appearance couldn't hide her mature charm; unintentionally, the
mature woman's aura emanating from her every move captivated me. I suppressed my inner turmoil and physical urges. No,
I couldn't have thoughts about my mother. I shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice, silently chanting, "Think of something else, think of something else."
"

Mom, you're dressed so youthfully today, it's rare for you. Shall I take some pictures to commemorate this?" I
asked tentatively. Firstly, I had just remembered my secret competition with Zhou Yan about the beautiful teacher; secondly, my mother hadn't realized
she was already half-exposed, so I needed to quickly capture the moment.

"Go ahead," my mother said casually, but her expression betrayed her undisguised pride.

I quickly grabbed my phone and started snapping pictures of her from every angle.

"That's enough, keep taking pictures," my mother waved her hand dismissively.

"Hehe, thanks, Mom." I looked at the sexy and beautiful mature woman on my phone. Her expression was elegant,
her figure curvaceous, and her outfit vibrant yet still exuding a captivating charm. She had captured almost every angle;
in a few pictures, I could vaguely see the edge of her underwear.

"Let me see too," Mom said, getting up from the sofa, her legs slightly crossed—another alluring
sight.

I quickly put my phone away and changed the subject, "Are our junior high school's arts festival and your senior high school's arts festival
held together?"

"Yes, it's in our senior high school. This year's arts festival is to promote the cultural and artistic level of Ningcheng Foreign Language School, so
the higher-ups are taking it very seriously and have invited quite a few leaders from outside," Mom paused, then smiled and said to me, "
Are you rehearsing for the arts festival today? I didn't know you could act in a stage play."

"Really, I'm playing a policeman. Not many lines, quite simple."

"Is there enough time? The arts festival is next Wednesday, and our senior high school has a rehearsal on Friday."

"Yeah, we also rehearse on Friday. I don't know if we'll be approved. It seems like we have quite a few programs to participate in."

"Good luck, little policeman! I look forward to seeing you perform in our school auditorium next week." Mom smiled
, giving me an encouraging look.

I won't let you down, I thought to myself.

It was almost ten o'clock when Dad came home. His tired expression couldn't hide his smile. He didn't even change his shoes as he walked in,
grabbed his bag, hugged Mom, kissed her, and then patted my head.

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?" Dad loosened his shirt collar, plopped
down on the sofa, and arrogantly put his feet up on the coffee table. Judging from his smug look, there probably
wasn't any bad news.

"The bad news," I spoke first.

"The bad news is, I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow." Dad smiled at Mom and me, not giving us
time to react, and continued, "The good news is, I got a spot at an academic conference in Germany today!
If I perform well, it'll save me a lot of trouble getting promoted to a senior position later."

"Leaving so soon? How long will you be gone?" Mom was happy for Dad, but also a little downcast, and sat down
next to him to ask with concern.

"I'll go for a month or so to investigate, then come back and rest for a while, and then go for another six months." Dad noticed
Mom's low spirits, put his arm around her shoulder and said softly, "It's not like I'm not coming back. This opportunity is
too important to me. In the long run, it will advance my career and give you a better life."

Mom understood, pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay, I know. Go take a shower, I have
something to tell you later." She turned to me, "Chengcheng, and you, finish your homework and get some rest."

"Okay, okay." I turned and went into my room.

Seeing me go into my room, Mom also pulled Dad into the master bedroom.

"Are we really leaving so soon?" Mom asked with a hint of resentment.

Dad felt a pang of sympathy and hugged Mom, saying, "This opportunity is really rare. If we miss it, we don't know if we'll
have another chance. Anyway, we'll be back in a month."

"Yeah, I understand," Mom said, composing herself. "By the way, I took Chengcheng to his school today
, and Principal Ren said the Education Bureau hasn't actually approved it yet." Mom told Dad about her conversation with Ren Ping that morning and the
invitation to the dinner on Friday. Dad felt a headache coming on and complained, "We've built up relationships, given gifts
, and invited him to dinner, so why hasn't Ren Ping sorted things out yet?"

"Then I'll go alone on Friday. It's not good to bring Chengcheng along."

"Okay, you'll have to go. Be careful, and try not to drink. I don't think Ren Ping is a
good person. Last time he came to our house, he kept staring at your legs. You took him home after I went to bed, right? He didn't
bully you, did he?"

"What are you talking about? He was pretty drunk then, what could he possibly do to me?" Mom
feigned displeasure, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. "But you, you're not allowed to do anything reckless these days!"

"How could I do anything reckless? I already have such a sexy and alluring wife, why would I be interested in anyone else?" Dad
said, his hand sliding from Mom's waist to her hips, gently caressing her through her loose hoodie
, still able to feel the wonderful elasticity of her shapely buttocks. The hem of Mom's hoodie was loose, and Dad's hand easily
slipped inside, roaming over Mom's thighs and buttocks covered in stockings. With Dad's sudden intrusion, Mom
made a symbolic struggle, then turned her face to rest against Dad's chest, a blush creeping up her cheek.

"You're not wearing pants under your hoodie?" This attire clearly aroused Dad, who
asked in a low, gruff voice.

"Ah...be gentle, it's comfortable to wear this at home...anyway, no one else is around."

"Chengcheng isn't a child anymore, you should pay more attention to your appearance," Dad said, kneading Mom's shapely buttocks with both hands,
breathing close to her ear. "But I really like it."

"You just got home, don't...I, we haven't even showered yet...mmm..." Before she could finish speaking, Mom's delicate lips
were sealed with his, and her body grew increasingly hot under Dad's intrusion. Thinking of the month she wouldn't see
her husband, she felt a pang of reluctance and responded passionately.

The passionate kiss didn't stop. Dad leaned down slightly, trapping one of Mom's long, beautiful legs around his
waist, supporting her silky buttocks, pressing his throbbing member between her legs. "Mmm..." A soft moan escaped
her lips. Mom suddenly remembered the humiliation of being teased on the subway that morning, the same rough pressure of a man's penis
against her genitals. Her uncontrollable desire was instantly ignited.

"Thump!" A sound came from the doorway, startling the two lost in their passion. Dad quickly sat on
the bed, covering his bulging genitals with the sheet, and gave an embarrassed smile. Mom blushed and glared at Dad, her alluring
expression captivating. Mom went to the door and looked around. Seeing no one there, and my room was also tightly closed,
she breathed a sigh of relief. Mom's back was to Dad, her alluring silky buttocks exposed to his view.

"Honestly, so impatient without even closing the door..." Mom muttered discontentedly, but before she could turn around,
she was slammed against the door by a force.

"Xinya, where did you go today? Why is there so much dirt on your butt?" Dad's voice came from behind,
his breathing heavy, it was hard to tell if he was angry or excited.

A moment of silence fell over the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, phone in hand, still shaken.

"If I had run to my room, I wouldn't have had time to open and close the door, and Mom would have caught me, right?" Thinking back to
the near-miss, another wave of fear washed over me. But that erotic scene was so stimulating. Mom's back was to me,
one of her legs, covered in stockings, was lifted by Dad, the other trembling and supporting her body, encased in thin stockings,
sometimes tensing, sometimes bending under Dad's stimulation. The hoodie seemed barely covering it, yet it somehow managed to conceal her stockinged buttocks. One
hand was ravaging the mysterious space beneath Mom's hoodie, her back trembling and twisting with the movement of that hand.
And the stockings on the upper part of Mom's thighs looked a little dirty…

Right, I took pictures! A sudden realization struck me, and I quickly flipped through the photos I'd taken that night. On my mother's silk-stockinged buttocks
, there were some dust-like stains. I zoomed in on the image—these…they were handprints!

Why were there handprints on my mother's thighs and buttocks? Had someone groped her under her skirt? How could
there be so many dusty handprints? Was the person a beggar, a cleaner, or a migrant worker? Or
a student with chalk dust on their hands? Was my mother forced…or was she compliant? I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild.

My mother was being held down against the windowsill by a tall, fierce student in an empty office, like a helpless
lamb. Chalk-dusted hands caressed her silk-stockinged buttocks. My mother groaned in pain, her alluring
, plump buttocks rippled with each thrust. A thick, dark penis moved in and out rapidly, glistening with fluid…

Ah, I couldn't take it anymore. I masturbated rapidly while fantasizing, and after a series of muffled growls, the bathroom
returned to silence.

The lights were off in the master bedroom. The house was well soundproofed, so their voices couldn't reach outside.

"Did he touch your legs like this? Where else did he touch you?"

"Um...and...and my butt...Ah! It hurts..."

"Why didn't you resist?"

"I resisted...he was pressing down on me really hard...Ah..."

"Like this?"

"Um...a little lighter..."

"Did he thrust into you?" "

..."

"I'm asking you, did he thrust his penis into you? Um?"

"Yes...don't be angry, honey..."

"Did he thrust into your butt? Or your genitals?"

"Don't ask...Ah! Don't...umm...he thrust into my butt..."

"Lift your butt up a little, did he thrust into your genitals like I do?"

"...Ah...yes...yes...but through...the stockings...don't ask, honey..." "

Then...did he tear your stockings like I do?"

"No...really...ah! Oh, honey..."

"Did...did he, did he...like I do...insert..."

"No...no...oh...um...husband, you're so good...ah..."

The woman's seductive moans mingled with the man's deep growls, creating a suggestive atmosphere.

"What kind of questions were you asking just now? What was going on in your head?!" Half an hour later, Mom leaned
against Dad, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. She pinched his waist and asked angrily.
"It's like you're excited that someone's bullying you."

Dad winced, swatting Mom's hand away, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I was just worried about you, so I asked
a few more questions. Speaking of which, be careful while I'm gone. After all, my wife is too beautiful, attracting too many
unwanted attention. I'm quite worried."

Mom smiled and patted Dad. "Always so talkative. Don't lie there all sweaty, go take a shower. You have
to go to work tomorrow."

"Want to shower together?"

Mom rolled her eyes. Dad, understanding the situation, grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom. Mom turned on the lamp,
glanced at the torn stockings, and disgustedly picked them up with two fingers
. She frowned as she looked at the fading handprints on them. "I need to protect myself from now on," she thought, "so my husband won't worry. I can't let this kind of pervert get away with it."

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