Silk Stocking Teacher

The early morning sun had already illuminated the snow-white curtains, casting its reflection on my breasts and gently waking me.
Apart from a pair of purple stockings and garters on my legs, my body was completely naked. Just as I was about to put my clothes back on,
he, too, was completely naked, but his penis was covered in semen. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, "No wonder,
if we hadn't both had the day off, how could I have spent the whole night with him?"
I touched my genitals and the thin, smooth, transparent purple stockings on my beautiful legs.
Only when I got ready for work did I remember it was Sunday. Looking back, my son, Xiaojun, was sleeping soundly beside me.
There was a large patch of dried semen on his glans. My cheeks flushed instantly. "This little devil! Before, I only let him
secretly touch my stockings, but now I have to be like a prostitute, wearing revealing stockings every day to be manipulated by him.
When can I not change into clean stockings? And then wait for my son's next 'pleasure'?"
A sweet feeling welled up inside me. I gently pulled back the blanket covering Xiaojun, looking at his slightly erect penis.
I couldn't help but reach out and stroke it. I rubbed his pink glans with my fingers, gently teasing the pungent
smell that made me happy again.
In the past month, I have experienced the most fulfilling, joyful, and sweet incestuous sexual
encounter with my son. However, initially, as a teacher and mother, I never imagined things would escalate to this point. It
all began one early summer evening.
I returned home from school at 11 PM. The TV was still on, but my son, Xiaojun, was
fast asleep on the sofa. It turned out this good boy was waiting for his mother to come to his room. I wanted to wake Xiaojun to go back to his
room, but I was afraid of disturbing him. So I didn't wake him; I simply quietly took off
the stockings I was wearing over my high heels, which were stained with the semen of various men every day. There were... (A lecherous middle-aged man
walked into the bathroom, not even closing the door, and tried to start showering.
"Whether you're wearing underwear or not will prove your innocence." I subconsciously squeezed my legs, clad in black stockings
, together for a moment. My sleepy son suddenly staggered in, pulling out his penis to urinate without even
lifting . By then, I had taken off my suit shirt and skirt,
and removed my black lace bra, placing it in the laundry basket, leaving only my tight panties barely covering my genitals. I was just about to pull
down my extremely thin black sheer stockings when someone suddenly barged in. I instinctively gasped and covered my
exposed .)
"I...I beg you...no...don't do this...I...I'll do whatever you say..." My voice trailed off.
"Xiao Jun, why didn't you knock before barging in?"
My son's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly stopped urinating and looked at me. My black stockings, half-pulled down,
revealed my panties, and through the semi-transparent black panties, I could see my dark pubic hair; I
realized that the usually beautiful and kind Ms. Zhen Xin'er, whom everyone knew, was actually someone who loved wearing stockings and loved having her
breasts covered by strangers' hands, only her two pink nipples.
I discovered... My son was staring blankly at my half-naked body, his limp penis slowly hardening,
pointing straight at me. I was initially startled, a little shy from his intense gaze, but
my instincts as a teacher and mother told me: Xiao Jun is sixteen now, he's mature.
Although I'm thirty-four, thanks to proper care, my figure is still very well-maintained; my breasts are firm,
round, and elastic, my waist is slender, and my legs, clad in stockings, are so long and sexy… My son must have been
experiencing the allure of a woman through his mother's half-naked body.
He quickly withdrew. I forcefully shoved my erect penis back into my pants and hurriedly left.
While showering, I suddenly worried I'd frightened my son, so I quickly dried myself, put on a bathrobe, and went to check on
him . I saw Xiao Jun still sitting absentmindedly on the edge of the bed, his penis still
erect, forming a high bulge. My face flushed red, but my dual responsibilities as a mother and teacher compelled me to
gently explain the psychology of men and women to my son, teaching him how to deal with puberty, how to masturbate, etc…
Just as I blushed, I gently pulled down Xiao Jun's underwear, took out his long, hard penis, and prepared…
While
milky whiteI was teaching semen shot into my hand.
His semen was so plentiful and hot, shooting so far and powerfully; a lot of the sticky semen landed on my
legs, which I found particularly interesting. Whenever I wore stockings at home, Xiao Jun would become even more brazen, stroking
his exposed breasts and thighs in front of me. I even felt my hair and face were covered in my son's hot semen.
The strong, fishy smell of semen filled Xiao Jun's room, the air thick with the scent of mother and son's intimacy.
"...Mom...Mom, I'm sorry. I...I...I ejaculated..."
"No...it's alright...you can masturbate whenever you need to in the future..." Hearing Xiaojun say
the word "ejaculation," I felt a jolt deep within me, and I actually encouraged my son to
masturbate .
The mature body beneath my bathrobe seemed to be reacting; I felt my nipples hardening, and a sensation like
something was slowly flowing out of my genitals.
I tried not to think about these thoughts. I took several tissues and gently wiped my son's still-erect penis.
But every time my fingers touched Xiaojun's sensitive glans through the tissue, his penis
throbbed , and more semen flowed out of my hand. So I gently squeezed
the area between Xiaojun's glans and foreskin, hoping to squeeze out the remaining semen; my fingers, still wiping my son's glans... It became
wet and slippery, and the rubbing gradually became faster and faster, like a prostitute performing lewd acts for a client. I kept
my head down and my face flushed as I rubbed Xiao Jun's penis, afraid he would smell
the pungent odor emanating from my genitals due to sexual arousal.
Afterwards, I returned to my dormitory without showering. Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, I discovered
a . I quickly realized that Xiao Jun had just seen his mother's beautiful face,
defiled by his thick, fishy semen. I finally couldn't resist and used my fingers to suck the semen from my face
. My sixteen-year-old son, Xiao Jun, had given his thirty-four-year-old mother the most delicious taste of penis and semen
. My mouth was immediately filled with the fishy smell of my son's semen. I withdrew my semen-covered fingers and turned to comfort my already wet...
Her luscious labia, glistening with desire, smeared the semen of men other than her husband on the walls of her tight vagina.
That night, I masturbated three times, achieving an unprecedented orgasm.
Afterward, I noticed that Xiao Jun's masturbation frequency gradually increased, and
I didn't object to my son, who was going through puberty, releasing his sexual desires. But later, every time I entered Xiao Jun's room, I would smell a strong, fishy odor of semen, and
the wastepaper basket was always filled with tissues soaked in semen. Later, I even began to discover that Xiao Jun would masturbate without any restraint,
even intentionally, when I knew: for example, he started masturbating without closing the bedroom door.
Many times when I passed by my son's room, I saw him facing the door with his erect penis, as if
Xiao Jun was waiting for me so I could watch him masturbate to ejaculation. Sometimes I would suddenly think
someone was behind me, but when I turned around, I would only see a puddle of white fluid on the floor.
The stockings I took off in the bathroom after work to wash would become Xiao Jun's masturbation objects.
To satisfy Xiao Jun's sexual desire, I gradually started wearing only stockings, whether at home or at school.
He would often deliberately open the bathroom door so I could see him
masturbating , and he would intentionally not wash the stockings afterwards, so I could see them covered in his white semen.
He would also sneak into my room, open my wardrobe, and ejaculate on my clean stockings.
After seeing this, I would put on those wet, slippery stockings and let Xiao Jun admire his mother's beautiful legs stained with his
semen . He even tried to secretly ejaculate on
my miniskirt and stocking-covered calves while I was cooking in the kitchen.
My labia were completely exposed and always dripping with lustful love fluid.
I could only endure the itching in my lower body, letting my son's thick, pungent semen seep into and out of my thin, slippery stockings.
I would often wear stockings and high heels of incongruous colors in front of Xiao Jun, or intentionally wear stockings
to further defile my slender, beautiful legs. I began to realize that Xiao Jun, like his father, was attracted to my stocking-clad
penis and the semen he ejaculated.
Gradually, I became accustomed to Xiao Jun's sexual harassment and teasing. I could even say I enjoyed
my son using me, his mother, as an object of his masturbation and sexual fantasies. I also started trying to cater to Xiaojun's interests, frequently going to
department stores and lingerie shops to buy the latest styles and the thinnest, smoothest sexy stockings: black, white, sheer flesh-colored,
gray, purple, and brown stockings; there were bodysuits, lace stockings with four-ribbed
straps stockings with openwork in the next, or stockings with cutouts in the center revealing the genitals.
Sitting next to Xiaojun, I would touch his body with my beautiful legs covered by stockings. Each time, I could clearly see that
sometimes Xiaojun would use an excuse to place his hand on my stockinged legs and gently stroke them back and forth, and
sometimes he would even hug me from behind while I was cooking, squeezing my breasts with his hands and rubbing my stockinged
legs with his hard penis. Sometimes I even thought that Xiaojun had taken off his pants, letting his hot penis come into direct contact with the stockings.
Afterwards, my stockings would usually be soaked, not only from the semen seeping from my son's hot glans
, but also from the love fluid flowing from my lustful vulva. If Xiao Jun were spying on me, he would
have noticed that under his mother's super short miniskirt, she wasn't wearing any underwear at all, only substandard thin stockings
covering my genitals. Even when I was wearing stockings or lace stockings, my tender pubic hair and dampness
made me ready to open my labia for my son's penis to penetrate me, engaging in incestuous intercourse.
They even tried to use their semen-dripping glans to open my labia, wanting to insert their dirty penises.
I
was molested multiple times on the train to work by strangers who, after stroking my
stockinged legs and discovering I wasn't wearing underwear, assumed I was a slut who loved wearing stockings. They then brazenly
rubbed my labia and clitoris with their filthy fingers, even inserting their fingers into my vagina, and placing their penises in my hands
, as if they needed to give their son a sex education lesson.
Sometimes, to keep the peace, I had no choice but to masturbate for them, simultaneously rubbing the penises of multiple strange men with both hands.
"Xiao Jun!" I called softly, and my son seemed to wake from a dream, his lustful eyes fixed on my stockinged legs
; or letting their large glans rub against my stockinged legs.
Among them were young men and lecherous old men, leaving my crotch, miniskirt, and stockings
often stained with sticky, fishy semen. If my students had paid close attention, they would have discovered that their teacher was gang
-raping me. Fortunately, I got off the bus in time and escaped their ravaging.
Unexpectedly, one of the perverts recognized me as a teacher, and he used the excuse of coming to the school's administration office to find me,
his foreskin covered in thick semen and white smegma. I put my index finger, still covered in smegma, into my mouth and sucked on it. The thick, fishy smell of semen
made me shamelessly threaten, "Oh... so Ms. Feng Xin'er from Shangzhi Academy is actually a
slut who loves wearing stockings but doesn't like wearing underwear to school?"
I was naturally shocked. "What... what are you talking about? I... I don't understand at all."
"Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just spread your legs now, Ms. Zhen, and let me see how
tight your skirt is, so this pervert can't see my naked genitals.
" "What a joke! Why should I listen to you!" I felt restless, my stockinged legs tightly crossed,
and my hands clasped around my large breasts beneath my silk shirt.
"It doesn't matter if you don't listen now. You'll be obedient after you see these photos." He grinned lewdly and
then handed me his phone.
I took the phone and saw a picture on the screen showing me on the tram, my miniskirt being lifted by a pervert, revealing my brown-haired
son's erect penis inside his pants. The
photo clearly showed my genitals—sheer stockings and no underwear—as I tightly closed my eyes, enduring their
fingers teasing my labia, while another hand caressed my stockinged legs.
I remembered the last time I wore brown stockings was about four or five days ago. This pervert had already taken
pictures of me being molested, and even though I snatched his phone, I didn't know if he had saved the photos to
his computer or sent them to others.
"What...do you want..." I softened, my tightly closed legs parting slightly.
"Hey, nothing much," the pervert glanced at my stockinged legs, "You can continue being your handsome male teacher with
your bare ass , but I'll have to take off your underwear for you every day before you go to class. Of course...I'll also help..."
"Let me lick this." He pointed to his crotch, and I saw a
bulge . I blushed and turned away, but my shameful, seductive demeanor only fueled his lust.
"Little bitch, aren't you going to crawl over and lick your master's penis?" This shameless lecher was threatening me to be
his sex slave, even to give him oral sex in his office?
"Want to fight back? Aren't you afraid I'll release your nude photos to all the faculty and students in the school?
A man molesting a lewd female teacher? Maybe many students in this school already have sexual fantasies about you
and want to line up to rape you! I might as well give them nude photos of you in stockings and let them
masturbate to your photos." I was so scared I almost cried, glistening tears welling up in my eyes.
I slowly stood up from the chair and knelt on the ground, trembling as I crawled between the lecher's legs. I originally
just wanted to satisfy my son's sexual desires, but now he has even abandoned his noble status as a teacher and
is crawling naked in his own office, serving the smelly penis of a strange man with his mouth.

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