Yoga Teacher Mom (1-7)

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Yoga teacher mom
Published on: Spring in the Courtyard
(1) Changes in life
When I signed the slave sale agreement to send my mother away for $100,000, I knew that I would almost never see my mother again. The complex feelings of regret and excitement made me unable to stop. And all of this stemmed from an accidental meeting two years ago...
My mother's name is Liu Yurou. She is 38 years old and is a yoga teacher. Although she is nearly forty and has given birth, she still has a perfect figure. She has long legs, full breasts and a belly with almost no fat. Although I haven't seen my mother naked since junior high school, she wears very little clothing to work, and her beautiful figure is always on full display whenever I visit her at the gym.
My mother was only 20 when she gave birth to me, and my father abandoned us when I was an infant. I've spent the first eighteen years of my life with my mother. Although she has dated other men, she has never remarried for my sake.
When I was 14, my mother immigrated to X country and brought me there. After settling down, I attended a public school, while my mother continued to work as a yoga instructor at a community fitness center. Because my mother was a recognized beauty, there were always many people who wanted to be her students, whether they were interested or not. Four years passed uneventfully, until just two days after my 18th birthday, everything changed...
That day, I was buying something at a dollar store near my home. The store was crowded with people, and there was a long queue. Standing in front of me was an unremarkable middle-aged man. His hair was messy, his clothes were unkempt, and he wasn't very tall. He was probably in his fifties, but you could tell he was very fit, clearly the result of regular exercise.
Because there were many people in line, I was looking down at my phone, while the middle-aged man took the initiative to chat with me. I'm not a talkative person, so I wanted to end the conversation quickly, but the man was very talkative. I learned that he was Irish, had come to X country when he was very young, had had many jobs, and was now a truck driver on a construction site.
After chatting for a while, when he learned that I was from China, he suddenly became very excited and told me, "The women there are the best." His eyes undisguisedly revealed a hint of desire. I thought of my mother, but suddenly had a very strange feeling.
After we finished queuing, he cheerfully said goodbye. I stared at him, stunned, when suddenly an indecent image of him and my mother flashed into my mind. I quickly shook my head, trying to banish these unpleasant thoughts, and didn't think about it again for the next few days.
But fate is a strange thing; soon I met that man again. A few days later, I went to the gym where my mother worked to see her. As I passed the barbell area near the yoga studio, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw the middle-aged man smiling at me. "Long time no see," he said cheerfully.
The man was wearing a black vest, and as I had guessed, although not particularly handsome, he was indeed very muscular. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I told him I was looking for my mother, then said goodbye and headed towards my mother's classroom. The man, however, followed me with a smile, telling me he was going in the same direction. I had no choice but to go with him to the yoga studio entrance.
Just then, my mother's class ended, and the students filed out, many of them male students with expressions of lingering enjoyment, and of course, many female students as well. At that moment, a very pretty girl suddenly greeted him. I asked curiously, "Is she your girlfriend?" He smiled with a strange expression, and just as he was about to speak, his gaze was drawn to something. I followed her gaze and saw my mother wiping sweat with a towel as she walked out of the classroom.
My mother was wearing a red bikini top and black tight shorts, revealing her curvaceous figure. The V-line on her abdomen showed her healthy physique. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail, making it hard to believe she was a woman in her thirties; she looked more like a girl in her early twenties.
When my mother saw me, she walked over and stood next to the man. Although he didn't ask me to introduce my mother to him, and I disliked this man and didn't want my mother to meet him, I suddenly felt as if I were bewitched and said to him, "This is my mother, Angela, and this is…" I suddenly realized I didn't even know the man's name.
"Jack. It's nice to meet you." After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at me with an "I see" expression, and then extended his hand to my mother. My mother looked surprised at first, and then politely shook hands with him.
"You're his mother? That's hard to imagine. You must have had him when you were very young. You're very beautiful," he said. My mother exchanged a few polite pleasantries, and then left with me.
Although I could see Jack's undisguised lustful gaze toward my mother, he didn't make any further advances. Instead, he turned to the blonde beauty and said coldly, "Let's go, little bitch." The beauty replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."
On the way home, my mother asked me how I knew such a rude person. I didn't answer because I found that some feelings I had removed had returned...
(To be continued)
Yoga teacher mom
Published on 2014/05/03 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(2) Backstreet Bar
Two weeks had passed since I met Jack for the second time, and I hadn't seen him anywhere else. That weekend, I went to the gym where my mother worked to see her again. Before going to her class, I looked around nervously, unsure of what I was hoping for.
Suddenly, I saw Jack again. I realized he was looking at me too, with an expression that said he knew me very well. I quickly avoided his gaze and walked towards my mother's class. He followed me leisurely and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the kind of person I'm looking for. I've never been wrong about people. If you want someone of yours to receive my 'education,' meet me at the backstreet bar at eight o'clock tonight." Before I could reply, he was already gone.
Although his words were tactful, I clearly understood his meaning: he wanted my mother. This is utterly shameful and humiliating. This person is insane! What does he take me for? A pervert? A complete idiot! Although I thought this to myself, a strange sense of excitement suddenly swept through my body. Without thinking too much, I went home with my mother.
My mother only had classes in the morning, so we stayed home all afternoon. I lay in my bedroom, tossing and turning, this inexplicable excitement constantly bothering me. Images of Jack and my mother rolling around in bed, their bodies intertwined, even images of my mother being tied up and abused by Jack kept replaying in my mind. Could it be that I was really hoping for those things? How could I possibly be that kind of person!
At seven o'clock, after finishing dinner, I left home absentmindedly. I told my mother I was going to see a classmate, but I don't know why I made up this excuse and wandered off. Before I knew it, I was at the entrance of a bar on the back street. For the hour before eight, I had been pacing restlessly in front of the bar, telling myself I wasn't like this, yet I was hopelessly excited.
I looked up and suddenly saw Jack grinning at me at the bar entrance. "Come on, kid," he said. My conflicted feelings vanished, replaced by excitement and nervousness. I slowly followed him into the bar. Although I was too old for this kind of place, Jack and the black security guard exchanged a few words, and then Jack led me in smoothly.
It was a very ordinary bar, bustling with a crowd of people, some wild and boisterous. I really didn't understand why Jack had brought me here. We found a table in the corner and sat down. Jack ordered two beers and started drinking by himself. I was so nervous that I just sat across from him, staring blankly, wondering what he was up to.
Then, Jack leaned closer and whispered to me, "You want me to sleep with your mom, right?" I was completely taken aback by his directness. He seemed unfazed, taking a sip of his drink and speaking slowly, "It's alright. I've seen plenty of people like you, enjoying watching their loved ones being humiliated. I've seen men betray their girlfriends and wives, but betraying one's own mother is rare. After all, women in their thirties and forties who are still as seductive as your mother are few and far between."
I listened silently, unable to utter a single word. I learned he was a well-known BDSM instructor in B City, with most of his clients being women with masochistic tendencies. Of course, there were also many who enjoyed cuckolding their mothers or wives. It was a shady profession, so most of his activities were kept secret.
"Don't rush into a decision, come with me," he said. He led me into the bar's kitchen, and from there into the warehouse. I discovered a hidden door behind the warehouse. He opened the door, and waiting for me was a long staircase leading underground.
After descending the stairs and opening the basement door, my jaw dropped. The basement was enormous, filled with all sorts of things I'd only ever seen in action movies: cables, handcuffs, a triangular horse, an enema machine, and everything in between. Several cameras were pointed at different spots, and there was a large cage, but no one was inside.
Jack walked to the far end of the room, where there was a bookshelf filled with DVDs, photo albums, and numerous videotapes—it seemed he'd been in this business for a long time. I casually flipped through the photo album; it contained pictures of women from various countries, being trained in all sorts of ways, including many I'd never even seen in adult films. We went out the back door and found ourselves in a grove of trees behind the bar. He looked at me with a grin, and I realized I hadn't said a word since entering the bar!
"How's it going?" he asked with a smile, even though it was dark and we were all alone. My face turned bright red, and after a long pause, I managed to stammer, "But I don't have much money..." He said, "That's not a problem. I've wanted to sleep with that bitch for ages." Hearing him use such vulgar language to describe my mother actually excited me.
"However..." he interrupted my thoughts, "You'll have to help me with this. A woman like that isn't something you can get in a day or two. I'll cover all the expenses; you just need to make things convenient for me, but don't regret it." I nodded.
"Well then, I need to know about your family situation first," he said, so I told him my whole history with my mother. "Having been single for so long, it seems this woman will be easier to get than I thought!" Jack said. "Well then, you can go home now. I'll text you if I need any instructions."
I went home, knowing everything would be different now. My mother was busy with this and that, completely unaware of everything.
(To be continued)
Yoga Teacher Mom
posted on May 10, 2014 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(3) The Plan Begins
During our last meeting with Jack, we exchanged contact information. In the following weeks, we often discussed Jack's methods. Jack was very experienced in this area, and his various methods, both legal and illegal, surprised and excited me. Because I strongly urged Jack not to hurt Mom at the beginning, Jack made concessions, and the plan was quickly finalized. We decided to start the operation the following Saturday.
Jack wanted to learn about his mother's private habits, such as what kind of underwear she wore, and I wanted to observe her actions further. Therefore, we decided to install hidden cameras and recording devices in our home.
That Saturday, his mother left home early to go to work at the gym, while he had the day off. Shortly after his mother left, Jack brought several people to our house and installed over a dozen cameras in various corners of his mother's bedroom, bathroom, living room, and balcony. They were virtually undetectable unless one checked very, very carefully. Then, they hid miniature recording devices in several decorations that his mother never used. Finally, they installed software on my and his phones and computers so we could monitor everything happening in the room from elsewhere without being detected.
Before leaving, Jack told me, "Just wait and see how I'll blast your mom!" I couldn't wait for the show to begin.
In the following days, Jack didn't contact me. I would occasionally look at the security cameras, and the images inside shocked me. The images were incredibly clear, indicating that the equipment was very high-end, which made me very suspicious of how Jack managed to get so much money to buy such equipment.
On the other hand, having never seen my mother naked since I was old enough to understand, I was once again seeing her beautiful body, her D-cup breasts swaying, and the perfect curves of her yoga instructor's body frequently catching my eye. But what I found unbelievable was that my mother often practiced naked at home, and even occasionally masturbated when she was lonely. I had always thought that my pure and innocent mother would never do such shameless things.
A week after the camera was installed, I finally received a call from Jack. I tried desperately to hide my excitement, but I couldn't hide it from Jack's sharp eyes. "Your mom is perfect to be my bitch," Jack said confidently. "She's a whore, but she doesn't even know it! We can continue. It's much easier than I thought. Just three or four times and she'll willingly become my dog." He continued, "Now, just do as I say."
In the following days, I started going to the gym where my mom worked frequently, but not to see her; I went to see Jack, because he was my "fitness coach." Because I had been weak and sickly since childhood and hadn't exercised regularly, my gentle mother had said a few words to me but then stopped. Now, seeing me start exercising on my own initiative made her very happy. Although she had absolutely no liking for the plain-looking Jack, she relented because she saw that I persisted in exercising, and even started to greet Jack proactively. Even though she didn't like Jack, she didn't object to us exercising together, and she began to slowly descend into the abyss of hell.
I usually arrived at the gym halfway through my mother's last class in the evening, so she had to sit and wait next to Jack and me for more than half an hour after class. By then, there were usually only a few people left in the gym, and my mother had nothing to do but watch us before going home with me. Jack started making small talk with my mom while I was working out. Out of politeness, she could only reply with a few words. Gradually, she started talking to Jack more naturally.
Several weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. On a Wednesday night after the fourth week, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived: Jack finally reached out his groping hands to my mom.
I was still jogging on the treadmill in front of me, and in the mirror across from me, I saw Jack sitting next to my mother
. "Angela, what happened to your shoulder?" Jack asked, feigning concern. "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that there have been a lot of yoga students lately, so I'm a little tired," my mother replied politely.
"Sigh, how can you not take good care of your body? Muscles have their limits..." Then, Jack went on to talk to my mother about muscle training, things I didn't understand, but my mother, being knowledgeable about health, listened attentively.
Then, he went behind my mother and started massaging her shoulders, talking incessantly and occasionally pointing at certain parts of her body, giving her no chance to retort. I casually remarked, "Uncle Jack's massage is so comfortable." This made it even harder for my mother to refuse.
His index finger touched my mother's collarbone, and she almost shivered. Jack pretended not to notice and continued massaging her shoulders, giving her no chance to refuse. The mother's expression seemed to change from resistance to enjoyment. She seemed to be trying to control her feelings, but she couldn't resist her body's reaction. It was clear that Jack's technique was indeed extraordinary.
Jack had tasted the pleasure, and he had the mother lie face down on the bench where he did barbell exercises. His sweat and body odor still lingered there, and the mother seemed unable to refuse as she climbed on top, letting Jack's hairy hands roam over her back. But Jack quickly stopped, telling me that today's workout was enough. The mother got up, her face flushed, realizing her rudeness, and made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
I asked Jack why he didn't continue. "Your mother hasn't been with anyone in a long time, she's burning with desire." Jack said disdainfully, "I've aroused her, she won't refuse me anymore, she's perfect for being a bitch..."
My mother quickly came out of the bathroom, and without saying goodbye to Jack, she hurriedly took me home. I pretended not to understand anything and remained silent the whole way.
(To be continued)
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