Lamb Mother Pan Xinya 1

"

Chengcheng, get up! It's almost 6:50!" My mother's sweet and gentle voice
woke me from my sweet dream. To be precise, I hadn't even opened my eyes yet; being a sleepyhead, I had no intention of getting out of bed.

"Get up, get up!" I shouted towards the door twice, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Just as I was about to drift back to sleep, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. "Wei Cheng, get up
! How can you leave a good impression on the teacher if you're late on your first day of school!" Even with a hint of anger, it
was still my mother's pleasant voice.

I groggily opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was a pair of Brown Bear slippers. My gaze moved upwards, and then
came a pair of long, alluring legs, from the beautiful, slender ankles to the shapely, straight calves,
to the cute, delicate knees, and then to the plump, rounded thighs… Wait, Mom's skirt isn't short; it's
a few centimeters above the knee. A black midi skirt brought my morning admiration for her beautiful legs to an abrupt end.

But my drowsy state vanished instantly; Mom was wearing stockings again today!

In early November, after several days of light rain, Ningde City gradually turned cooler, and Mom gradually switched from short sleeves to long sleeves,
or a light jacket, and her proud, beautiful legs were now clad in stockings. Today, she was wearing black stockings, slightly sheer,
that covered her originally fair and smooth legs. The delicate, smooth texture reflected a subtle
sheen in the morning light. Her legs were slightly crossed, their perfect shape outlining a captivating curve, like a work of art draped in a thin
veil—beautiful and mysterious, yet exuding an irresistible allure.

My youthful energy was boundless, and I couldn't help but stare, my already throbbing erection growing even larger, my
thin pajama bottoms bulging into a "Mongolian hump."

My mother clearly noticed my change, her pretty face flushing slightly. "Get up and wash up, you
brat!" she said, quickly walking away.

Although the skirt wasn't as alluring as a pencil skirt, it still had its own charm. For example,
when my mother turned around in her haste, a gust of wind created a glimpse of the tempting hem of her pantyhose as the skirt billowed up
.

No, no, how could I have such inappropriate thoughts about my mother again? I straightened my clothes and climbed out of bed.

"Chengcheng just woke up? We went through so much trouble to get him transferred schools, and the little rascal doesn't know how to appreciate it."
At the dinner table, Dad complained, watching me lazily stroll into the bathroom.

"It's already early today, and Chengcheng is under a lot of pressure. Don't always be so harsh on him." Mom sighed and continued
, "There's a boy in my class who cheated on the midterm exam last week. I reported it to the academic affairs office,
but I didn't expect it to be reported to the entire grade. I feel like this will be a huge blow to him. I feel so sorry for that kid."

Dad quietly looked Mom up and down. "How can your students concentrate on their classes dressed like that? They
'll all be focused on you. They'll definitely cheat on the exams if they don't know the answers. Look at that kid who delivers water in our community,
he's so cocky. Every time he comes to deliver water, he stares at you like he wants to eat you alive." Dad's jealousy was rising.
“Chengcheng is getting on in years, let him fetch water downstairs next time.”

“What? I dress like this? Isn’t this how everyone dresses? Everyone wears skirts but I can’t? Or
do you want me to wear trousers under my skirt?” Mom was a little displeased, her beautiful eyes looking at Dad. “Besides,
what are you jealous about? That’s my student, only in her second year of high school, she wouldn’t be thinking about such trivial things. Also, that
little water delivery guy is so nice, he always fills the water for us. You’re usually not home, otherwise
we’d be dying of thirst by the time you come home to change the water.”

Dad pursed his lips and didn’t say anything. Mom rolled her eyes at Dad, took small sips of milk, and asked, “Hey
Lao Wei, are you really not going to take Chengcheng and me today? It’s Chengcheng’s first day at the new school.” At the dinner table, Mom
nudged Dad with her elbow, adopted a coquettish posture, pouted, and looked alluring.

爸爸快速扒着碗裏的面条，一脸无奈，“真的不行，九点要在市卫生局开会，
真不顺路。”爸爸放下碗，“今天会在四所医院选六个人去德国参加学术调研的，
你老公我还是很有机会的，如果这回被选上了还表现得好，晋升副院长指日可待。”

“静候佳音。”妈妈莞尔，一只手搭着爸爸的肩膀认真说到，“只是你老婆
这麽美，走在路上你不怕招人眼馋吗？不是怕别人色眯眯的眼神瞄我吗，你这麽
爱吃醋，就这麽放心我呀？”

爸爸看着眼前性感美人的精緻容顔，乳白的牛奶粘在唇瓣上令人想入非非，
淡淡的红晕泛开，仿佛一个可口多汁的水蜜桃，等待着他来采摘。想到这爸爸不
禁咽了下口水，多亏自己大学时期披荆斩棘把她追到手了，光阴荏苒数十载，她
依旧是如此光彩照人。

Dad suddenly grinned mischievously, leaned close to Mom's ear and whispered, "Wash yourself clean tonight and wait for my good news." He then
pinched Mom's shapely buttocks through her skirt.

Startled and embarrassed, Mom shoved Dad away, "Hey, you! What if Chengcheng sees this?!" She
punched Dad twice more.

Just then, I inappropriately walked out of the bathroom. "See what? I didn't see anything."

Dad's face immediately darkened when he saw me. "Study hard, cherish this!
What kind of behavior is this, getting up so late on the first day? Your mother and I have done so much work with Principal Ren, and you don't even appreciate it." He
then stood up, checked his watch, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. "Okay, I have to go now. I won't see you off today; you'll have to
call a taxi yourselves."

Mom waved her hand, and under the table, a pair of long legs were casually crossed, black stockings glistening with a fleshy sheen, making one want
to hold them and savor them. I pretended to eat breakfast, secretly glancing at the alluring scenery under the table, my mind wandering.

My name is Wei Cheng, I'm 14 years old, and I have an average appearance. I'm rather thin and small,
the kind of person who's easily overlooked on the street. My grades are also average. I was originally in the second year of junior high school at an ordinary school, but today
I'm transferring to the junior high section of Ningcheng Foreign Language School (hereinafter referred to as Ningwai). I live in a happy, harmonious,
and relatively well-off family.

My father, Wei Mingyu, is 38 years old this year. He's very career-oriented and works as an attending surgeon at a
top-tier hospital. He's always dedicated to his duties, often working overtime in the operating room. As a senior
hospital official, he also attends many important meetings, keeping him extremely busy. Recently, there have been personnel changes at the Health Bureau, and if he performs well, he might be
promoted to vice president.

My mother, Pan Xinya, is 36 years old this year. If you didn't see her ID card, no one would believe she's over thirty.
Time is kind to women who know how to live well. A reasonable lifestyle and good exercise habits have given her a
flawless face and a healthy, slender figure. Years of teaching have made her kind, gentle, and
friendly. She exudes intellectual beauty in every gesture, and her near-perfect appearance gives her a subtle
elegance, further enhancing her refined气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

My mother teaches at Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School, a key high school in the city. Yes, the school I'm transferring to is
the junior high section of my mother's school, the best junior high school in the area. Studying at the junior high section of Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School will give me a better
chance of directly entering Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School. A few days ago, my mother invited the vice principal of the junior high section of Ningcheng Foreign Language Middle School to our house for dinner. My father, despite his busy schedule, also took time
out to come and have a few drinks with the guest before finalizing my transfer.

The vice principal, Ren Ping, is over fifty years old. His obese body makes the buttons on his shirt look like they might pop off at any moment.
His wrinkled face is always plastered with a smile, which is hard to tell if it's kind or sleazy, but it's definitely unsettling. My father
isn't a big drinker; after five or six glasses of baijiu (Chinese liquor), he was snoring on the table. Ren Ping seemed better;
although his old face was flushed red, he could still stand up. In the end, my mother held an umbrella and walked Ren Ping home.

Thinking of my father's snoring from being drunk that day, and my mother's disheveled state after dropping Renping off at home, soaked from the rain,
I felt a surge of warmth in my heart. I must not let them down; I will adapt to the new environment as soon as possible and study hard.

After breakfast, my mother and I decided to walk to the junior high school of Ningwai. The junior high and senior high schools of Ningwai are not
on the same campus. The junior high school is very close to home, usually within walking distance, while the senior high school, where my mother studies, is much farther away
. Usually, it takes four subway stops followed by a walk.

My mother is a beautiful sight wherever she goes. Standing at 170cm, she changed into a pair of 5cm black
stiletto heels before leaving home. Her long legs, elongated by the heels, appeared exceptionally long and slender, tall yet elegant
, beautiful without being vulgar. Her light brown, slightly wavy, medium-length hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her small face had bright and charming features,
especially her large, slightly drooping eyes, which curved into adorable crescent moons when she smiled.

In the early morning, passersby stared at her, some women casting envious glances, others men with
hungry eyes. Their gazes, instead of their hands, roamed over her from head to toe, from her delicate
, beautiful face to her alluring stockings and high heels, as if they wanted to savor her entire figure. But Mom seemed to be
in a good mood today, chatting and laughing with me, seemingly oblivious to the lewd looks from others.

However, I was somewhat distracted, glancing down at Mom's stockinged legs. I don't know when it started, but I've noticed that
when people look at Mom with lewd eyes, besides feeling disgusted and angry, why do I inexplicably feel a
sense of excitement? I even find myself imagining that if Mom were walking alone in an empty alley,
she would be pinned down in a dark stairwell, stripped naked, her stockings roughly ripped, and someone would grab her plump, fleshy buttocks
and thrust into her forcefully.

The middle-aged man standing next to me, pretending to drink coffee while using his briefcase to cover his groin, definitely
thought the same thing. He hid his face with the cup, but his lecherous eyes betrayed him.
The old man walking ahead, doing his morning exercise, couldn't hide his erection even with his hunched back; at his age, he was still fantasizing about playing
with my mother. And then there was the middle school student next to me, wearing the uniform of Ningwai Middle School.
He was walking unhurriedly alongside us for quite a while, on the other side of my mother. He had already switched his backpack to the front
, trying to hide his erection from fantasizing about my mother. Did he also have inappropriate thoughts about her? Imagining my
noble and charming mother being pinned down and struggling and moaning by a middle school student a head shorter than me, my lower body
felt another surge of blood.

I silently switched my backpack to the front as well. A tall, beautiful girl walked in the middle,
flanked by two middle school students carrying backpacks . The scene was both awkward and funny. No, no, how could Mom let middle school students take advantage
of her? Mom is so beautiful and charming; she can't be bullied by these lecherous wolves! I should protect Mom,
not imagine these inappropriate scenarios.

Gathering my thoughts, I looked up at Mom, catching her eye. She smiled slightly,
"Chengcheng, what are you thinking about? You look so serious. Are you a little nervous about transferring to a new school?"

"No, no," I said awkwardly, looking away, afraid she'd see through my erotic fantasies.

"It's okay, everyone's the same age. You should get along well with your new classmates!" Mom smiled and patted
my head. I hummed in response. I'm in eighth grade already; why is she still patting my head? Does she still think I'm a child?

My mother and I arrived at the junior high school affiliated with Ningwai Middle School. My new life would begin here. But who could have imagined that
my mother, Pan Xinya, had become a plump lamb in the eyes of hungry wolves? Little did she know how many burning beasts
were greedily eyeing her, wanting nothing more than to pin her down and devour her. What awaited her now was one
endless nightmare after another.

To ensure I could make it to my first class in the morning, my mother had woken me up very early, but it
was probably too early; morning reading hadn't even started yet. Groups of students entered the school, laughing and playing,
walking leisurely towards their classrooms.

The school was filled with the vibrant energy of youth, and the teenage boys and girls, driven by hormones
, were gradually beginning to have more curiosity and exploration of the opposite sex. Especially for the boys, the seeds of sexuality had already
begun to sprout and grow in their minds and bodies. Every boy has a few unspoken crushes in his heart.
It might be a Japanese adult film actress posing seductively on his computer hard drive, a popular actress with both beauty and figure,
the female classmate next door whom he doesn't dare to greet, or even... a beautiful and charming female teacher
.

My erection on the way here had already made me quite uncomfortable, and unfortunately, the stimulation of my prostate brought on the urge to urinate, so
I went to the restroom.

When I came out, my mother looked a little somber and instructed me, "If anything happens, you must tell your teacher,
and tell us when you get home, understand? Don't hold it in if you're bullied."

"Oh, okay," I replied, not really paying attention.

Even on that short walk from the school gate to the office, my mother still attracted a lot of attention.
The boys, just entering puberty, didn't know how to hide their gazes, staring intently at her. My mother
smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned, probably feeling a little smug about her looks among these boys
.

My new homeroom teacher, Ms. Shi, was a woman in her forties, with graying temples.
Her figure was starting to change with age, and a kind smile always graced her slightly plump face.

"Thank you, Ms. Shi. I'll have to trouble you to take care of Chengcheng from now on. If he misbehaves, just scold him," my mother
said, bowing slightly to express her gratitude.

"Don't mention it, Teacher Pan, you're too kind. It's only right that I take good care of him! Chengcheng is such a smart child, I
couldn't bear to scold him!" Both were teachers from Ningwai High School. My mother exchanged pleasantries with the homeroom teacher, then
went through the remaining procedures for my transfer.

"Alright, I'll take my leave now. I'm sorry to have bothered you today; I need to rush back to the high school to teach my third and fourth periods
." My mother smiled and got up to leave.

"Teacher Pan, wait a minute. Principal Ren said he'll ask you to go see him once Wei Cheng's matter is settled." Teacher Shi called
to my mother, pausing for a moment. "I'll take Wei Cheng to class and let him meet his classmates first."

At this moment, my mother hesitated, her beautiful brows furrowing, as if she had thought of some troublesome matter
. Last time she took Ren Ping home, his body was almost completely groped; for some reason, she had a vague feeling that Ren Ping might have been faking being
drunk.不过少顷，妈妈笑着点了点头，“好，我这就去一趟，诚诚就麻烦您了”

早读期间，我随班主任到了到了班级，我做了个简单的自我介绍，接着就被
安排到最后靠窗的双人座。

面对我这个新来的转学生，班上的同学们反应还是很热情的，看来大家都很
好相处呀，想到这我舒了一口气，刚刚妈妈还担心我会被排挤呢。

原本空余的课桌有些积灰，我的新同桌热心取出纸巾和我一起稍微擦拭了一
番。经介绍，我知道他叫周彦，常城人，和我一样也是属于矮子行列，不过他可
不是矮小，而是矮胖，妥妥的一个小胖墩。

“嘿嘿，魏诚，多多指教了。”周彦憨憨一笑，牙齿倒是挺整齐的，但好黄
啊，看着身材也知道这家伙没少吃零食，蒜头鼻，细眯的小眼睛带着一丝小猥琐，
但总体来说还是让人觉得挺好相处的样子。 The school uniform clung tightly to his bulky frame, covered in
dust, and the collar was wrinkled, as if someone had grabbed it.

Zhou Yan looked down at his collar, gave an embarrassed smile, and smoothed it out. "I tripped and fell this morning."

"Falling and getting your collar all messed up? That was quite an art." I glanced at Zhou Yan,
mercilessly exposing his lie.

Caught out, Zhou Yan scratched his head in annoyance. "Actually, it was with some bastard from the third year of junior high. I
bumped into his bicycle without paying attention, and he wanted to beat me up. He's a head taller than me, but we fought to a standstill
." I rolled my eyes, indicating I believed his nonsense. Judging by the amount of dust on him, he was probably grabbed by the collar
and pinned to the ground. He continued boasting smugly about his achievements, and I couldn't help but interject,
"Is he in the infirmary now because of your beating?"

"No, no, if it weren't for a beautiful teacher stopping me, he'd be in the hospital right now."
He suddenly leaned closer and whispered mysteriously, "Let me tell you, that teacher is a super beauty!
More beautiful than a celebrity, and tall, she's at least 1.75 meters in heels. And her figure is amazing too, big breasts,
long legs, and that perky butt...tsk tsk tsk, she's probably a new teacher at our school, I saw her before..."

Zhou Yan's descriptions were increasingly animated, ignoring my gesturing and winking, and his voice grew
louder and more excited, finally drawing a loud rebuke from our homeroom teacher, "You two in the back, are you done yet
? Zhou Yan, if you disturb the other students again, you'll have to sit alone again!" Under the watchful eyes of the whole class,
Zhou Yan and I lowered our heads in shame.

On my first day at the new school, I was criticized by the homeroom teacher in front of the whole class early in the morning. My
first conversation with my lecherous deskmate also came to an end. Judging from his description, that beautiful teacher might not be...

Vice Principal Ren Ping, who is usually only seen after the third or fourth period in the morning
, was unusually present in his office early this morning.

Ren Ping is a cautious and cunning old fox. Despite having little teaching experience, he climbed to the position of vice principal through trickery and connections
, which speaks volumes about his methods. At this moment, he was anxiously waiting for a beautiful figure to push open the office
door.

Pan Xinya is a rare gem. Last time, he pretended to be drunk and took advantage of Teacher Pan quite a bit.
Ren Ping recalled that pretty face, that full and high breasts, that slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, that smooth and rounded
thighs in stockings, and that soft body that aroused his lust when pressed beneath him. Ren Ping squinted, recalling
the sensual scene from that day, which he had relived countless times in the past few days, fantasizing countless times about pinning this dignified yet
sexy beauty beneath him and kissing her.

A moment later, Xin Ya knocked and entered. After a brief greeting, the two sat facing each other.
Having seen countless women, Ren Ping could hardly control his eyes. A black skirt barely covered her mid-thighs,
revealing a pair of slender, beautiful legs, crossed at an angle. Although Xin Ya's posture was elegant and dignified, it was still undeniably sexy
and alluring in Ren Ping's eyes.

"Um, Xiao Pan, has Wei Cheng's enrollment procedure been handled with Teacher Shi?" Ren Ping
asked with concern, taking a sip of hot tea, trying to hide his restless gaze with the cup. (Mom)
Smiling and nodding gratefully, "Yes, thank you so much. Teacher Shi is very kind too."

Ren Ping waved his hand, "It's nothing. You and Xiao Wei are so enthusiastic, what's a little help I can offer? I think
Wei Cheng is a good kid, so I took the liberty of arranging for him to be in Teacher Shi's honors class."

Looking at Pan Xinya's grateful eyes, Ren Ping felt a little smug, but then changed the subject, "But recently the policy has been stricter,
and the Ministry of Education is cracking down hard! I looked at the records, and Wei Cheng's previous school was also in this area, right? As a teacher
, you know that transferring between public schools within the same district is strictly prohibited."

"Then what do we do? Wasn't it already done?"

"I made an exception and let Wei Cheng study here, but the transfer certificate still needs the Ministry of Education
's stamp, right? We also need to provide a reply from the Ministry of Education, which has to be submitted within two weeks." Xinya's anxious look made Ren Ping
secretly pleased, certain that she was unfamiliar with the procedures. “I have a few old friends at the Education Bureau, how about I ask them for you
?”

“Oh, then I’ll have to trouble you again. You must help us this time too, otherwise Chengcheng…”
Even the usually composed and generous Pan Xinya was a little nervous, clutching her skirt, unknowingly,
due to her posture, the hem of her skirt only barely covered her upper thighs, her round, sexy thighs wrapped in thin black stockings
exposed to the air, stimulating the bald man opposite her.

Ren Ping swallowed hard and said, “Then I’ll organize a dinner party on Friday, and I’ll invite two old friends to help out. It’ll be
easier to talk things out at the dinner table. Are you and Xiao Wei free on Friday?”

“Yes, we are. I really don’t know how to thank you.” Her heart, which had just been on Ren Ping’s edge, finally settled, and she bowed
deeply in gratitude. Ren Ping waved his hand, as if to say, “Don’t worry about it, we’re family, I’ll take care of it.

” “Principal Ren, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say,” Xinya hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Don't be so formal, just call me Uncle Ren. I treat Chengcheng like my own grandson."

"Um... Uncle Ren," Pan Xinya said, slightly uncomfortable, "This morning at your school, I saw a tall
boy bullying another boy, even throwing him to the ground. The tall boy even tried to slap the other boy,
but I stopped him. Uncle Ren, this is serious!"

"Okay, I'll be careful. I won't let anyone bully Wei Cheng."

"It's not about Chengcheng, I think the situation is serious and could lead to a bullying incident. Middle school kids are more or
less rebellious, and this age is crucial for character development. Uncle Ren, you must intervene."

"Okay, I will. Every school has a few troublemakers; they need to be dealt with." Ren Ping readily agreed.

After the discussion, Xinya got up and left. She patted her cheek, wondering if she had been meddling too much. But school
bullying really needs to be addressed. When the tall boy organized the attack, the aggressive,
undisguised look in his eyes sent a chill down Pan Xinya's spine, even as a teacher. And that boy was just a middle school
student!

She hadn't expected that if the tall boy was a ferocious, direct wolf, then the
office she'd just left in harbored a cunning, treacherous old wolf! Ren Ping, sitting in his seat, his previously kind and gentle
face now contorted into a lewd and lascivious expression, said, "Don't blame Uncle Ren for being too cruel; blame yourself for being too tempting."

Ren Ping fiddled with his phone, searching for a contact on WeChat and typing, "Did you buy it?"

"Yes," the other person replied instantly.

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"Maybe a week."

"Why so long!"

"This can't be shipped internationally. I'll have someone bring it back to China in a couple of days and then ship it over."

Ren Ping was a little annoyed. It seemed it wouldn't arrive before Friday. "Then I'll buy two more bottles." After transferring the money,
Ren Ping tossed his phone aside, one hand stroking his crotch, while recalling the beauty from earlier, groaning
, "Xin Ya, squeeze me to death, squeeze me to death with your stockinged legs!"

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