Yoga teacher mom (1-7)

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Yoga teacher mom
Published on 2014/04/29 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(1) A Change in Life
When I signed that slave trade 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 this year and is a yoga teacher. Although she is nearly forty and has already given birth, she still has a perfect figure. She has long legs, full breasts and a small belly with almost no fat. Although I have never seen my mother naked since I started junior high school, she wears very little when she goes to work. Every time I go to the gym to see her, her graceful figure is always on full display. My mother was only 20 years old when she gave birth to me, and my father abandoned us when I was still an infant. I have spent the eighteen years of my life with my mother. Although my mother had several boyfriends, she never remarried for my sake. When I was 14, she 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 teacher at a community fitness center. Because my mother was a recognized beauty, she always had many students, whether interested or not. Four years passed uneventfully. Just two days after my 18th birthday, everything changed…
That day, I was shopping at a dollar store near my home. The store was crowded with long queues. In front of me stood an unremarkable middle-aged man. His hair was messy, his clothes were unkempt, and he wasn't very tall, probably in his fifties. However, he was clearly very strong, the result of regular exercise.
Because of the long queue, I was looking down at my phone when the man started chatting with me. I'm not a talkative person, so I wanted to end the conversation quickly, but he was very talkative. I learned that the man was Irish, had come to X country when he was very young, had worked many jobs, and was now a truck driver on a construction site. We chatted for a while, and when he learned I was from China, he suddenly became very excited and told me, "You have gone to the finest women." His eyes undisguisedly revealed lust. I thought of my mother, but suddenly had a strange feeling. The chat ended after I finished queuing, and he said goodbye to me cheerfully. I stared at him blankly, and suddenly a lewd image of him and my mother together flashed into my mind. I quickly shook my head, removing these inappropriate thoughts from my mind, and didn't think about it again for the next few days. But fate is so coincidental; 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 man smiling at me. "Long time no see," he said cheerfully.
The middle-aged man was wearing a black vest, and as I guessed, despite his unremarkable appearance, 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 her yoga studio. The man, however, followed me with a grin, 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 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 strangely, about to speak, when his gaze was drawn to something. I followed her gaze and saw my mother wiping sweat from her brow as she walked out of the classroom. She was wearing a red bikini top and black tight shorts, her curvaceous figure on full display. 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 over thirty; she looked more like a girl in her early twenties. My mother saw me and walked over, standing 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 a strange urge and said to him, "This is my mother, Angela, and this is…" I suddenly realized I didn't know the man's name. "Jack. Nice to meet you," he said, then looked at me with an expression of realization, and extended his hand to my mother. My mother looked surprised at first, then politely shook his hand.
"You're his mother? That's hard to believe. You must have had him when you were very young. You're really beautiful." He said. My mother exchanged a few polite words and then left with me. Although I could see Jack's undisguised lustful gaze toward my mother, he didn't make any further moves. 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 run into 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 noticed 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 misjudged people. If you want someone of yours to receive my 'education,' find 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 was an utter disgrace! This man was insane! What did he take me for? A pervert? A complete idiot! Although I thought this, a strange sense of excitement suddenly spread through my body. I didn't think too much about it and went home with my mom. She 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 mom rolling around in bed, their bodies intertwined, even images of my mom tied up and being abused by Jack kept replaying in my mind. Was I really hoping for those things? How could I be that kind of person?
At seven o'clock, after dinner, I left home absentmindedly. I told my mom I was going to see a classmate, and I don't know why I made up this excuse to sneak out. Without realizing it, I arrived at the entrance of a backstreet bar. For the hour before eight, I had been pacing restlessly in front of the bar, telling myself I wasn't that kind of person, yet I was hopelessly excited. I looked up and suddenly saw Jack smiling at me in front of the bar. "Come on, kid," he said. My conflicted feelings suddenly disappeared, replaced by excitement and nervousness. I slowly followed him into the bar. Although I was too old for such places, Jack and the black guard exchanged a few words, and he led me in smoothly. It was a very ordinary bar, bustling with people, some crazy, some roughhousing. I really didn't understand why Jack had brought me here. We found a corner table 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 mother, right?" I was completely taken aback by his directness. He didn't seem to care. He took a sip of his drink and said slowly, "It's alright. I've seen plenty of people like you, who enjoy watching their loved ones being humiliated. I've seen people betray their girlfriends and wives, but it's rare to see someone betray their own mother. After all, she's in her thirties or forties, and there aren't many women as seductive as your mother."
I listened to him silently, unable to reply. I learned he was a well-known BDSM therapist in City B, with most of his clients being women with masochistic tendencies, though there were also many who enjoyed cuckolding their mothers or wives. After all, it was a shady profession, so most of his activities were kept secret. "Don't rush into a decision, just follow me," he said. He led me into the bar's kitchen, then through a storage room, where I discovered a hidden door behind it. He opened the door, and waiting for me was a long staircase leading underground. 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: steel cables, handcuffs, a rocking horse, an enema kit, and so on. Several cameras were pointed at different spots, and there was a large cage, though it was empty. 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 there. It contained pictures of women from various countries, being trained in all sorts of ways, including many methods I'd never even seen in adult films. We walked out the back door and found ourselves in a small grove behind the bar. He looked at me with a grin, and I realized then that I hadn't said a single word since I entered the bar!
"How's it going?" he asked with a smile. It was pitch black and there wasn't a soul in sight. My face flushed red, and it took me a while to stammer out, "But I don't have any 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, I actually felt a surge of excitement. "But..." He interrupted me, "You have to help me with this. A woman like that isn't something you can get your hands on in a day or two. I'll cover all the expenses; you just need to make things convenient for me, but you can'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 like this woman will be easier to get than I thought!" Jack said, "Well then, you can go home now. I'll text you any instructions."
I went home, knowing that everything would be different from before. Mom was busy with this and that, and didn't know anything (to be continued)
Yoga Teacher Mom
Published on May 10, 2014 in: Spring in the Courtyard
(3) The plan began
During the 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 methods, both legal and illegal, surprised and excited me. Since I strongly requested Jack not to hurt Mom at the beginning, Jack also made concessions. The plan was quickly formulated, and we decided to start the operation next Saturday. Jack wanted to learn about some of Mom's private habits, such as what kind of underwear she wore, etc., while I wanted to observe her movements further. Therefore, we decided to install a pinhole camera and recording device at home. On that Saturday, Mom left home early because she had to go to work at the gym, while I was on holiday at home. Shortly after my mother left, Jack brought several people to my house and installed over a dozen cameras in various corners of her bedroom, bathroom, living room, and balcony. These cameras were virtually undetectable unless one checked very, very carefully. They then hid miniature recording devices in some of the decorations my mother never used. Finally, they installed software on my and his phones and computer, allowing us to monitor any activity in the room from elsewhere without being detected. Before leaving, Jack told me, "Just wait and see how I'll rip your mom off!" I couldn't wait for the show to begin. In the following days, Jack didn't contact me. I would occasionally look at the camera footage, and the images inside shocked me. The images were incredibly clear, indicating that the equipment was very high-end. This made me very suspicious of how Jack managed to get so much money to buy such equipment. On the other hand, I, who hadn't seen my mother naked since I was old enough to understand things, was seeing her beautiful body again, her D-cup breasts swaying, and the perfect curves of the yoga instructor's body frequently appearing in my vision. What I found unbelievable was that my mother would often practice naked at home, and even occasionally masturbate when she was lonely. I had always thought that my pure and innocent mother would never do such shameless things. A week after installing the camera, 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 mother 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 fuck her three or four times and she'll willingly become my dog." He continued, "Next, just do as I say."
In the following days, I started going to the gym where my mother worked frequently, but not to see her. Instead, I went to see Jack, because he was my "fitness instructor." Because I was frail and sickly from a young age and didn't exercise regularly, my gentle mother would say a few words to me but then stop. Now, seeing me start exercising on my own initiative makes her very happy. Although she has absolutely no liking for the unattractive Jack, seeing that I can stick to exercising, she has made concessions and has even started to greet Jack proactively. Even though she doesn't like Jack, she doesn't object to us exercising together, and I'm starting to gradually descend into the abyss of despair. I usually arrive at the gym halfway through my mother's last class in the evening. This means that after class, my mother has to sit and wait next to Jack and me for more than half an hour. By then, there are usually only a few people left in the gym, and my mother has nothing to do but watch us before going home with me. Jack started making small talk with my mom while I was exercising. Out of politeness, she would only reply with a few words. Gradually, she started to talk to Jack more naturally.
Several weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. On a Wednesday evening after the fourth week, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. Jack finally started to make advances towards my mom. I was jogging slowly on the treadmill in front of me, and in the mirror opposite, I saw Jack sitting next to my mom. "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," Mom replied politely. "Sigh, how can you not take good care of your body? Muscles have their limits..." Then, Jack started talking to Mom about muscle training, which I didn't understand. Mom, being health-conscious, listened attentively. Then, he went behind Mom and started massaging her shoulders, talking non-stop and occasionally pointing to certain parts of her body, not giving her a chance to retort. I casually remarked, "Uncle Jack's massage is so comfortable." This made it even harder for Mom to refuse. His index finger touched Mom's collarbone, and Mom almost shivered. Jack pretended not to see it and continued massaging her shoulders, giving her no chance to refuse. The mother's expression seemed to shift from resistance to enjoyment. She appeared to be trying to control her pleasure, but she couldn't resist her body's reaction, indicating that Jack's technique was indeed exceptional. Having tasted the benefits, Jack had the mother lie face down on the barbell bench, where his sweat and scent still lingered. The mother, seemingly unable to resist, climbed onto it, letting Jack's large, hairy hands roam over her back. But Jack quickly stopped, telling me that today's workout was over. Mom got up, her face flushed, realizing her rudeness. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom. I asked Jack why we hadn't continued. "Your mom 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..."
Mom quickly came out of the bathroom, without saying goodbye to Jack, and hurriedly took me home. I pretended not to understand anything, remaining silent the whole way. (To be continued)
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