My Beautiful Mother Teacher 6-9

Seeing Mom close the door, I slowly opened my eyes, terrified. I wondered if Mom had noticed
the semen on the floor. Damn it, I was so focused on feeling good that now I couldn't even get out. I hoped Mom hadn't found it
, I prayed silently.

After hearing the water stop in the bathroom, Mom must have finished showering. I just hoped she would go back to her room to
sleep quickly and wipe the semen off. A while later, I heard Mom's bedroom door close. I
quietly went to my parents' door, holding a few tissues, and looked down at the floor. I searched for a long time but couldn't
find the semen. What happened? Had the semen evaporated? It shouldn't have been that fast. If I couldn't find the semen, there was only
one explanation: Mom had found it and wiped it away. My brain seemed to have been hit, going
completely blank. This was terrible; I was definitely going to get scolded tomorrow morning.

Undeterred, I continued searching for a while, looking all around the door, but still couldn't find it. Helpless, I
went back to my room, lay down on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering how I would face
my parents . Gradually, after staring for what seemed like an eternity, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

*Beep...beep...beep...* I instinctively pressed the alarm clock's switch. I picked it up and saw it was already
7 . I put the alarm clock back on the table and yawned. "Ah," I thought, "I don't know what time I went to sleep last
night. I'm so tired. I should have known better than to watch TV last night. Now I don't know how to face my parents.
" I scratched my head. Last night I kept thinking about how to answer my parents' questions tomorrow morning, but I couldn't come up with a single idea.
In the end, I even fell asleep. Oh well, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I walked out of my room and saw
my dad reading the newspaper in the living room. When he saw me wake up, he said, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Breakfast is ready."

At that moment, my mom also brought out breakfast from the kitchen. When she saw me, she said, "Xiaoyu, hurry up and brush your teeth, wash your face,
and eat breakfast, or you'll be late for school again."

What's going on? My mom's expression seemed no different from usual. I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that
my mom didn't wipe away the semen last night? Seeing me standing there in a daze, Mom started nagging again, "Aren't
you going?" Coming to my senses, I nodded and went into the bathroom to wash up. It seemed Mom hadn't noticed
the semen on the floor, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Lucky me

, I thought to myself. While eating breakfast, I paid special attention to Mom; nothing seemed amiss. Logically,
if Mom had noticed, she would have said or done something. It seemed she really hadn't found out
. After breakfast, Mom and I went to school together as usual.

And so, a month passed quickly. Dad and Mom's sex schedule became fixed.
Every Friday and Saturday night, Dad and Mom would have passionate sex, while I continued to watch from
outside , masturbating. The next morning, I would always find condoms in the trash can,
with traces of semen mixed in. I always felt something was wrong. I felt like Mom knew I was
outside the door. Several times, I saw Mom's eyes glancing outside the door, which scared me so much that I quickly hid back in my room. But
the next day, Mom was still the same as usual, looking normal, as if she knew nothing. However, during this
month , I saw Mom changing into those sexy nightgowns every week, which made me
broadcast live from outside their bedroom door two or three times. Learning from my previous experience, I always carried a few tissues with me, and after broadcasting,
I quickly cleaned up the evidence. Moreover, I sensed that Mom was no longer averse to these sexy clothes. On the contrary,
she would now use the design of her nightgowns to strike simple, provocative poses, such as bending over and
thrusting her chest forward, to enhance Dad's libido.

Dad, however, was gradually losing control of Mom. Despite buying
topical , it only prolonged the time by a few minutes.
Mom's body had become accustomed to Dad's penis, and the situation seemed to have reversed. After taking the aphrodisiacs
, Dad now ejaculated before Mom, leaving her in a state of limbo. Although Mom didn't
say anything, her physical reactions clearly indicated that she was still some time away from orgasm.

I remember last Friday, after Dad ejaculated for the first time, he collapsed next to Mom, panting heavily, while Mom
muttered, "Why so fast? I haven't come yet." "Let's do it again later, honey, I need to rest,"

Dad said breathlessly. But when they came a second time, Dad ejaculated even earlier,
probably because the drug wore off, which made Mom even more unhappy. Unexpectedly, Mom changed
so much in that month. Although it was only in bed, she remained cold and aloof in daily life. Actually, it wasn't just
Mom who changed; I changed too. After watching so many explicit scenes, I developed a strong
desire for incest. I wanted Mom's sexy, alluring body. I hoped that the person in bed with me wouldn't be Dad,
but me. I don't know when this thought started, but I know it's growing stronger
every night. I fantasize about making love with Mom in bed and ejaculating my dirty semen
inside . I know it's a heinous act, but I can't control my thoughts. However, right now it's just a thought;
actually doing it makes me a little scared. After all, Mom is Dad's wife, and marital relations are a
normal thing.

This is what happened at my home over the past month. Now let's talk about school. After a month,
my mom's and Ms. Lin's classes have become polarized. Everyone is energetic
and attentive in Ms. Lin's class. When she asks a question, the boys all eagerly raise their hands, hoping the teacher will pay more
attention to them. I don't care about this phenomenon; they raise their hands, and I read my book. Sometimes, when
Ms. notices that I'm the only one not raising my hand, she'll call on me to answer a question. My mind immediately goes blank.
What did I do to deserve this? I'm being targeted even for not raising my hand. My mom's class, on the other hand, is a disaster. The girls are okay, but among the boys, I'm
the only one paying attention. My best friend is sleeping soundly next to me. For him, after attentively attending
the homeroom teacher's class, he can get a good rest in my mom's class.
It's more practical to sleep than to look at a cold, indifferent face. My mom is also very troubled by this. It's been a month, and the number of students not paying attention
is increasing , which is making her anxious.

Actually, both my mother and teacher Lin Lin are quite good at teaching. However, teacher Lin Lin is good at
dressing herself up and often smiles in class, while my mother is the opposite. The students privately gave
teacher Lin Lin the nickname "Ever-Changing Beauty," which means that teacher Lin Lin's appearance is very diverse. I noticed that
teacher Lin Lin has a lot of clothes, most of which are sweet and cute. I counted carefully and I didn't see her wearing different kinds of clothes for two
weeks . In addition, her hairstyle is also very different. Sometimes
she wears pigtails, sometimes she wears side bangs, sometimes she wears a middle part. With sweet clothes and her
natural advantages, she always looks different.

Today, I went to school as usual. As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw many boys in the class
looking at their textbooks. I knew without a doubt that it was the Chinese textbook, because I couldn't imagine
them studying like this outside of Chinese class. I raised an eyebrow, went straight to my seat, took out
my Chinese textbook, and saw my best friend next to me, like most of the other boys, frantically studying. I
glanced at the contents of his textbook and said, "Damn, are you serious? The textbook is only on page 40, and you're already on page 60
?" Zhang Gang looked at me with disdain and said, "That's called previewing, understand? Hey, by the way,
can you help me translate this passage?"

"Get lost, I haven't even seen that part, how would I know how to translate it?" I replied without thinking.

"You're such a weirdo, always going against everyone else. Haven't you ever watched porn?
Everyone , but you're acting like nothing's wrong," Zhang Gang said.

Just as I finished speaking, the bell rang for class. The boys in the class immediately put down their books and held their breath,
probably anticipating the teacher's outfit. After a while, the clatter of high heels
approached, and I knew without a doubt it was the homeroom teacher's voice. The boys in my class had developed
the skill of recognizing Lin Lin by her voice, which made me feel ashamed. I thought, it's not like the homeroom teacher is the only one who wears high heels.
How did these guys in my class manage to do it?

Soon, Teacher Lin Lin walked into the classroom. I looked at Zhang Gang next to me, his eyes practically glowing with envy.
Actually wasn't just him; almost all the men around us were like that. I looked at the teacher's outfit today. The "ever-changing
beauty" truly lived up to her name. Teacher Lin Lin was wearing a short-sleeved, black and white fitted pleated dress made
of pure cotton, with a round neckline that only opened to her collarbones. Even so, it couldn't
hide the impressive bulge in her chest. The upper part of her dress was white up to her chest, and
the rest was black. The skirt was about a little above her knee, paired with 8-centimeter black pointed-toe heels. Her
hair was styled in a middle part, spread out on both sides, revealing her forehead, making her look both cute
and alluring.

Noticing the students' strange looks, Ms. Lin unconsciously covered her mouth and smiled. She was used to their
gazes and casually asked, "Do I look pretty today, teacher?"

"Pretty!" came a chorus of voices from the male students.

"Thank you for the compliment. Now, let's get ready for class," Ms. Lin said, walking to the podium with a smile.

Ms. Lin had taught the first three periods today, and everyone was very excited. Of course, I'm not
referring to the female students; the boys were even more excited than before class. Had they all taken Viagra? Every time I see this
kind of scene, I can't help but think of Viagra. Is it because they've watched their parents having sex too much? I rested my chin on one
hand and slowly took notes in my textbook with the other, while the other boys were taking notes like rockets.
As I was taking notes, I noticed that those boys who finished taking notes faster than the others were always staring at Ms. Lin's
back, admiring her beautiful curves. I wondered if they got hard.

After taking notes, the most exciting moment finally arrived. Teacher Lin Lin began asking
questions from the textbook. As soon as she finished speaking, many students immediately raised their hands, saying, "Teacher, I know!

Teacher, I know!" I shook my head helplessly and looked away, only to find my mother walking towards us from
the aisle . She had clearly noticed the unusual activity in the class. When she arrived, she was immediately taken aback.
Was this really her English class? My mother rubbed her glasses. Yes, it wasn't a hallucination; it was her
students. When did they develop such a good learning atmosphere? When did they
become to answer questions? In my mother's memory, they were just dozing off. Clearly, my mother's mind
went blank. She couldn't accept this stark contrast. She stood outside the window, lost in
thought. After a while, my mother came to her senses and left my sight. Meanwhile, the students inside
continued to enthusiastically... Yue eagerly raised his hand, hoping Ms. Lin would call his name.

The three classes ended quickly, and Ms. Lin left the classroom. The boys were still reluctant to leave, secretly
cursing how fast time had passed, wishing they could see Ms. Lin one more time. The next two classes were physical education,
which was a perfect opportunity for me since I hadn't exercised for several days. As soon as class ended, I went to the gymnasium. The gymnasium and
my mother's office building were in the same building; the gymnasium was on the first floor, and my mother's office was on the second.

I first bought a bottle of ice-cold mineral water at a small shop near the gymnasium, mainly so I could drink it directly
after without having to go to the shop again. Soon, the PE teacher arrived at the gymnasium.
After having us do some warm-up exercises, we ran a few laps around the gymnasium, and then we were free to do whatever we wanted. Because
the school gymnasium was very large, it was divided into many areas, such as basketball, badminton, and volleyball courts. I
found a quiet spot and started practicing martial arts routines, doing four in a row. Changquan (Long Fist) generally
includes styles like Chaquan, Huaquan, Paochui, and Hongquan. The modern Changquan is a style developed over the last thirty years , a synthesis and creation
based on the styles of Chaquan, Huaquan, Paochui, Hongquan, Tantui, and Shaolin. Changquan is characterized by its graceful and expansive postures, agile and rapid movements, long reach, high jumps, far leaps, a balance of softness and hardness, alternating speed and slowness, swift movement and stillness, and a clear rhythm. Changquan is suitable for teenagers . It is suitable for both basic training and competition/advanced practice. 　　After performing four repetitions of Changquan continuously and rapidly without interruption, my breathing became unstable, and my body began to feel slightly...

Slightly sweating, it seems my physical fitness still needs improvement. I walked to the side, grabbed the ice-cold mineral water I'd just bought, opened it, and took
four big gulps. Whew, drinking ice water after exercising in the summer is so refreshing! I put the mineral water back and continued
practicing my long punches. After about 20 more minutes, suddenly my stomach started to hurt. Oh no, it seems I shouldn't drink ice-cold
mineral water ; it looks like I'm going to have diarrhea. I immediately ran out of the gymnasium and up to the second floor because the gymnasium's
restrooms were under construction and unusable.

The second-floor restrooms were past my mom's office. As I ran to the restrooms, I noticed that
no one was in their office; they were probably all in class. When I ran into the restrooms, I saw a sign outside the men's room that
said the restrooms were temporarily unavailable. I tried to turn the lock on the restroom door but couldn't open it; it was locked. Damn,
I was about to explode! I'm sure anyone who's ever had diarrhea knows that in this situation,
you can't control your bowel movements. You get tense, your body feels cold, and when you can't hold it in any longer, it just automatically comes out.

In this situation, I glanced at the women's restroom next door. The door was open, so it
seemed usable. Without hesitation, I rushed in. This restroom was mostly
used by teachers. I hadn't seen anyone in my mother's office earlier, so it was empty when I
entered . I went into the stall closest to the door, closed it, and
immediately pulled down my pants as fast as I could. Then I heard a series of splattering sounds coming from my buttocks. Whew, that felt good!
I finally relieved myself. I had a relieved expression on my face. This diarrhea came and went quickly. After a while, I felt it was over. I took
some tissues to clean up the remaining stool. As I threw the tissues into the toilet and stood up to put my pants back on, the door
suddenly opened. I was stunned. It was none other than my mother. Standing outside,
she saw my pants were down to my knees, and my thick, long penis was exposed to the air.
Although it looked particularly menacing, with several blue veins clearly visible on it. My mom and I stared at each other for
about ten seconds before she finally reacted, a blush creeping onto her face. She turned away and scolded,
"Hurry up and put your pants on!" Then she walked out. I stood there, incredibly embarrassed, and quickly
put them on.

When I came out of the women's restroom, my mom was already waiting for me, looking very serious. Seeing me, she immediately
asked in a stern tone, "What happened? Why did you go into the women's restroom?" I explained, "Mom,
I drank some ice-cold mineral water after gym class, and my stomach hurt. I ran upstairs only to find the men's restroom
was closed, and I almost left my pants on. In a panic, I went in. Besides, no one was there when I passed your
office , so I thought the women's restroom should be empty at this time."

Hearing my explanation, my mom's anger softened. She continued, "Luckily ,
it was me who went in. If it had been someone else, you would have been reprimanded."

"I know, Mom," I replied. I had to admit my mistake.

"Good," my mom said.

I was about to go back to the gym to continue my workout when my mom called out from behind, "Wait, Xiaoyu."

I stopped and turned around, wondering what else my mom wanted to ask. She walked over, looking
hesitant . Seeing this, I asked, "Mom, what do you want to ask?"

"Um… Xiaoyu, Mom has a question for you," she said haltingly.

"Mom, go ahead."

"You saw me outside your classroom today, right?" my mom said.

I nodded and replied, "Yes, what's up?"

"Your homeroom teacher taught your class today, right?" my mom continued.

I was getting a little annoyed by my mother's questions and replied, "Um, what's wrong?"

"Mom wanted to ask you something. How do you think my lessons compare to your homeroom teacher's?" Mom
asked Why was she asking this? I thought for a moment and said, "Both Mom's lessons and the homeroom teacher's lessons
are good, easy to understand, and I've grasped most of the knowledge in the texts."

"Then why are your homeroom teacher's lessons so popular with the boys in your class, while almost all the boys in
your ?" Mom finally voiced her question.

Oh, that's what it was. I thought to myself, after all that rambling, this was the main point. But
should I tell her the reason? My mind started to struggle again.

Seeing me standing there without saying anything, Mom got a little anxious and said, "Tell the truth, Mom can accept
it."

"Really?" I asked doubtfully.

Mom nodded. I thought, "Fine, I'll tell you then." I tentatively asked, "Mom, do you know
you have a nickname at school?"

Mom shook her head. I raised an eyebrow. It seemed Mom didn't know she was called "Old-Fashioned Girl."
I said directly, "Now, the students you've taught secretly call you 'Old-Fashioned Girl.'"

Mom's eyes widened, her face full of doubt. "Why?" I asked.

"Because Mom, you always have a stern face in class, a serious expression, and you never smile.
Plus, you wear the same suit you've worn for ten years. The students are visually tired of you. So, no matter
how good your lectures are, it's hard to attract the boys' attention." I explained.

"Just because of that? Then why is your homeroom teacher so popular?" Mom's expression
seemed to change from sunny to cloudy after hearing this, and she asked again.

"It's because our homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin Lin, is young and beautiful, and she knows how to dress herself. Every time she comes to class,
the boys in our class wonder what clothes she'll wear and what style she'll have. Plus,
she's very approachable, always has a smile on her face, and she teaches well. She also
tells jokes with the students from time to time during class. So the boys in our class really like this teacher, which is why
the classroom atmosphere is so lively." I gave my mom the official explanation, and that's true.
But I knew the real reason was that the boys in our class were a pack of hungry wolves.
Would a wolf throw away a piece of delicious meat?

After hearing my explanation, my mom stood there thinking. Seeing that she was starting to think, I didn't disturb her
and quietly went back to the gymnasium.

The school bell rang as usual. I didn't go home with my mom today, mainly because
what happened in the girls' restroom made me a little embarrassed, and I didn't dare face her. However, seeing the slight blush on her face
, I felt a secret thrill. I wondered what she thought when she saw my penis, whether she
compared it to Dad's. My mind started fantasizing again.

When I got home, I saw that Mom's shoes were already in the shoe cabinet. I didn't expect her to be home so quickly.
As I passed by my parents' room, I heard voices coming from inside. I stopped and
curiously moved closer to listen to what they were saying.

"Honey, Xiaoyu told me today, could it really be because of this?"

"I don't know the details, but I guess it's pretty much true."

"Huh? What should I do then?"

"Come here, I'll show you some news."

"Like this... will this really work? What if it backfires?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

What did Dad show Mom? Just as I was about to listen further, the room went silent.
Ugh, what a disappointment! It stopped right at the crucial moment. Disappointed, I went back to my room to study. Tomorrow is
Sunday , no school, so I got up early to go out and play with my classmates. Strangely,
Mom didn't seem to be home. But I didn't think much of it and went to meet my best friend. High
school life is stressful, so occasional relaxation is necessary. Zhang Gang and I played at the amusement park all day.
When we came back, Mom was already home, but I noticed her bed was piled high with boxes.
It seemed Mom had gone shopping today. That's unusual; Mom usually doesn't bother going out on Sundays. I didn't go inside to look
at the boxes; in my mind, the contents wouldn't attract my attention.

Just then, Dad came out of the kitchen, and I casually asked, "Dad, Mom bought so
much stuff today? What is it?" Dad shook his head and said, "I don't know. Your mom
went out early this morning and just got home."

"It's a secret. You'll find out tomorrow," Mom said with a smile as she came out of her room.

"Oh, even Mom's acting all mysterious. Looks like tomorrow's going to be something to look forward to!" Dad joked with a laugh.
"A secret, huh? Looks like I'll have a good look tomorrow."

The night passed in the blink of an eye. The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was wonder
what Mom's secret was. As I stepped out of my room, I saw Dad standing there motionless, his gaze
seemingly fixed on one direction. I looked in the direction he was looking and was immediately startled by what I saw.
Was this Mom's secret for today?

To be continued...

Chapter Seven:

Mom's outfit was different today! Although Mom was still wearing her usual business attire—a white
turtleneck blouse with a black jacket—she was now sporting a skirt suit instead of trousers, which caught my eye.
The skirt, falling a few centimeters above the knee, seemed more alluring than trousers. I noticed it accentuated
her shapely, rounded hips, revealing her long, slender, and fair legs. Today,
Mom had also deliberately worn thin, flesh-colored stockings and, surprisingly, black mid-heeled shoes. She rarely wears high heels , and her slightly awkward walk was likely due to the mid-heeled shoes; it must have been quite a challenge for her to walk in them. 　　She hadn't tied her hair up, letting it cascade loosely over her waist, and she was wearing a pair of striking red non-prescription glasses. Today, her outfit made her appear more mature, beautiful , and alluring than usual. "If she could show a little more of her chest," I thought to myself. 　　Mom walked up to us somewhat awkwardly, turned around, and smiled, saying, "How's my outfit today?" 　　Then she looked at us hopefully. 　　Dad laughed, "Honey, you look beautiful today. I told you, it makes a difference." 　　I stood there listening, wondering if it was the conversation Dad and Mom had in their room the day before yesterday? What news had Dad shown Mom? 　　Mom looked a little uncomfortable and said, "I'm just not used to these high heels. I feel like I'm limping when I walk , and my heels are uncomfortable. I even specifically chose shoes with low heels!" 　　Dad said, "That's normal. You hardly ever wear them, so it's normal. You'll get used to it after a ." 　　Mom nodded and looked in my direction. Ever since Mom saw my penis in the bathroom last time , I've been trying to avoid her these past two days and haven't spoken much. Mom looked at me and said, "Xiaoyu, how's my outfit today?" Her voice was very natural, without a hint of anything unusual. 　　"Yeah, I look beautiful, Mom. My classmates will be so surprised," I said with a forced smile, wondering if Mom had already let go of that incident. 　　Mom smiled and said, "I hope so." 　　While eating breakfast, I kept unconsciously glancing at Mom's beautiful legs. Looking at those full, long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, I imagined those legs exploring and undulating on Dad's body. My penis seemed to be getting erect. Mom seemed to notice me staring at her legs, but didn't say anything, just smiled and chatted with Dad while eating breakfast. 　　The three morning classes were spent in excitement, for no other reason than Ms. Lin Lin's class. Today, she wore a beige chiffon short-sleeved dress with a neckline that reached near her collarbone, covering her chest. The dress was knee-length, and she wore 10cm brown peep-toe heels, revealing two small toes. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, giving her a very ladylike appearance. Although we didn't see any revealing glimpses of her chest, the students were still very excited, and no one dozed off during the three classes. 　　After Ms. Lin's class ended, many male students slumped onto their desks. Three consecutive classes had exhausted them , and knowing that the last two classes were their mothers', many simply fell asleep. 　　"Ring...ring...ring..." As the bell rang for class, the boys in the class showed no signs of fatigue.

Despite the changes, the students were still fast asleep, slumped over their desks. The moment Mom walked into the classroom, the
boys were stunned, their mouths agape. Wasn't this the "old-fashioned girl's" class?
Had this beautiful teacher come to the wrong classroom? Under the students' astonished gazes, Mom walked to the podium and announced, "Class begins!"
The sleeping students instinctively stood up and shouted, "Hello, teacher!" Then , upon seeing this mature and beautiful teacher
, they too stood there, stunned.

I noticed Mom on the podium seemed quite satisfied; it seemed she had achieved her desired
effect . Seeing this, a slight smile appeared on Mom's lips, and she said with a smile, "Don't you recognize
your teacher?"

Immediately, some students reacted, asking uncertainly, "Is it Teacher Li?"

"Looks like I've changed a lot; even you don't recognize me?" Mom joked with a laugh.

"Wow!" The students below began to whisper among themselves. Was this the Teacher Li they knew? Unexpectedly,
Ms. Li looked quite feminine with a little dressing up. Her long hair was flowing, and she wore a pair of red non-prescription glasses. Although she was
still wearing the same outfit on top, she had changed her pants and put on a skirt suit. She even wore flesh-colored stockings and
black mid-heeled shoes, looking every bit the professional woman.

Seeing the lively discussion below, Mom seemed pleased. It seemed Xiaoyu was right; this was the crux of
her problem. Coupled with the news her husband had shown her, her transformation was quite successful.
Mom thought to herself. After a short while of discussion, Mom felt it was enough, coughed, and
the class quieted down. Then she said, "Let's begin class."

Just as I expected, Mom's transformation was a success. Although a
few boys seemed oblivious to Mom's appearance and continued sleeping as usual, it didn't affect the overall
trend. Those boys who usually played on their phones or read novels were unusually attentive today,
picking up listening to Mom's lecture. Actually, Mom's lectures were quite good, easy to understand; it was just that
everyone usually focused too much on Mom's appearance and her cold expression, which made them uninterested. But
seeing was in a great mood, her expression less serious, and she began
to speak fluently and eloquently.

Time always flies when someone is focused on something. Like now,
most of the boys are focused, but whether they're focused on their mothers' new look or the textbook content
is anyone's guess. The school bell rang, and Mom walked out of the classroom with a smile. For her, today
was her most enjoyable day of school; most of the boys in the class stayed up to listen to her lecture (at least
that thought).

After packing up my books, I prepared to leave the classroom when my best friend sitting next to me called out, "
Bro , what's wrong with your mom today? Did she take the wrong medicine?"

"You're the one who took the wrong medicine," I retorted, a black line appearing on my forehead.

"Then tell me, what's wrong with your mom today? Her outfit... I don't remember your mom rarely wearing
skirts, and I don't recall her ever wearing stockings," Zhang Gang said, looking puzzled.

"What do you think of my mom's outfit today?" I asked tentatively.

"A completely new look, dignified yet alluring. I suddenly noticed your mom's breasts seem quite large," Zhang Gang
said.

"All you ever do is look at breasts, you lecherous bastard." I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"If only your mom were like Teacher Lin Lin, changing outfits every day." Zhang Qiang muttered to himself.
I knew he was indulging in fantasies again. I ignored him and went straight home.

As soon as I got home, I heard my parents talking and my mother laughing. When she saw me, she
asked, "How did your classmates react today?"

"Fantastic! They said Mom's like a completely different person." I gave them a thumbs up.

"Looks like your idea was pretty good, honey." My mother turned to my father and said.

"Of course!" My father proudly puffed out his chest.

My parents chatted for a while, then my father went back to his room, leaving just my mother and me in the living room. I felt
a little awkward and was about to go back to my room when my mother called out from behind me, "Xiaoyu, wait a minute."

I inwardly groaned, but forced myself to turn around and ask, "Mom, is something wrong?"

A smile graced her beautiful face as she said, "What did your classmates
say about you after school today?"

Oh, that's what it was. I breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "They said your
outfit was great today. They said you looked completely different after changing. Didn't you see
how focused they were in class?"

Mom nodded and said, "Indeed, there were definitely more boys paying attention today."
Actually it was a miracle if half the boys were actually listening; most were just stunned by my outfit
and staring at me.

Mom looked at me and asked again, "So, what do you think of my outfit today?"

I was speechless. Hadn't I already asked this morning? Women always love to hear
compliments . I nodded vigorously and said, "You look beautiful. I was stunned by your beauty."

"You're so glib," Mom said with a smile, turning to go back to her room.

"It would have been better if you had dressed a little sexier," I whispered.

"What did you say?" Mom turned around and asked.

"Nothing, Mom, I'm going to read." I quickly went back to my room, leaving Mom alone.

"Sexy? Isn't that what you do with your husband... Do you really want to do this?" Mom heard me speak,
stood there in a daze for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her beautiful face. Of course, as I went into my room, I didn't know that
Mom had heard what I whispered, nor did I know what was going on with her at that moment.

Another month passed like this. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe this month as exciting, because
I discovered a lot of things during this month. First of all, my parents' sex life. If Dad could
barely control Mom in the first month, this month was completely reversed. Because Dad had explored Mom's body
, Mom's needs in bed were now very high, while Dad's stamina was always only about ten minutes.
Even with Viagra, I still couldn't get Mom to orgasm.

After two months of observation, I noticed a characteristic during her orgasms: she
would grip the sheets, arch her back, close her eyes slightly, bite her lip, and sometimes a little saliva would
drip from the corner of her mouth.

Dad was also surprised by Mom's physical needs, and of course, he quickly came up with solutions, such as using
a vibrator . One day, when Dad pulled out a vibrator the length of his own penis, I was speechless.
Now, she needed a vibrator to be satisfied?

Dad would usually do plenty of foreplay, using the vibrator inside Mom's vagina for ten minutes or so before using
his own penis. This would barely get Mom to orgasm, but she felt uncomfortable because
a vibrator, frankly, is a machine and certainly can't compare to a real penis; she still preferred the real thing.

Then, Mom found out that I was watching them have sex outside their bedroom door. In the first
month I doubted she knew, but this month I knew she probably knew I was peeping.

Whenever I watched them make love from outside the door, my mother's gaze was always fixed on the doorway, while I would constantly rub my penis against
it to relieve myself.

Sometimes, I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I don't know if my mother could
see . Sometimes she would unconsciously wink at me from outside the door, and sometimes she would lick
her lips, making me ejaculate on the spot.

A few times, after my parents finished having sex, when I returned to my room, I saw through the crack in the door that my mother walked out of the room naked
, walked to where I had ejaculated, squatted down, touched the ground with her whole hand, smelled it,
and then went to the bathroom.

Then there's my mother's clothing. Since her successful makeover in class
, my mother has started paying attention to her appearance. To maintain this, she
started wearing business suits in different colors.

At first, it was fine; she wore a white turtleneck shirt underneath. But recently, Mom started trying to
go shirtless and wearing strapless tops—white, black, purple strapless tops—with V-neck outer layers and
only one button below her chest. Combined with her ample breasts,
the area of her breasts spilling out from under the strapless tops was quite considerable.

Sometimes, because the strapless tops couldn't completely cover them, a small portion of the upper left side of her breasts would peek out,
often creating a deep cleavage that was easily visible to anyone around her height.

After a month of adjustment, Mom's feet have gotten used to high heels. The previous mid-heels almost
suffocated her, but now she can easily wear 10cm heels. She also got her hair done; her once
straight, jet-black hair was dyed a reddish-brown, center-parted, wavy style, revealing her snow-white forehead. The curls cascaded freely over
her body , and paired with red-tinted glasses, she looked sexy and alluring.

I suspect the reason for my mother's change might be related to the bathroom incident a month ago

, after she learned the reason from me, and also to my parents' conversation in their room. My father had mentioned showing my mother the news, and after watching it,
her clothing and appearance started to change. Later, when my parents weren't home, I turned on their
computer in their room, opened the browser, and checked the history from the previous month. I thought about the date of their conversation last month;
I remembered it was around the 8th. I clicked on the history for the 8th of last month, and sure enough, I found
several news articles about teachers.

The first one was from the US Department of Education, and its main point was that to attract and focus students'
attention , all male and female teachers were required to wear revealing clothing, so that students could
feast their eyes while concentrating fully on their learning.

The news article also included a picture of an extremely alluring American female teacher wearing a sexy business suit. The coat had a deep V-
neck, and the tight-fitting coat couldn't contain her full breasts, revealing most of them and creating a
deep cleavage. The skirt was short, just covering her hips, and she wore thin black stockings with
the straps visible at the top of her thighs.

The teacher was sitting on the podium, her left leg crossed over her right, her left high heel
supported only by her toes, swaying back and forth. Seeing this made me hard. The other
news articles were all from China, not much different from the first one, all focusing on the same theme: attracting
students' attention and getting them to concentrate on their studies.

There were also articles about my own transformation and my relationship with my mother. Previously, I only had thoughts of
sleeping with her, but now I desperately wanted to take action and experience my mother's
intoxicating body.

During this time, I borrowed a lot of incestuous porn from my best friend. The sex scenes in Japan
are really numerous, dazzling me
. Plus, after watching the computer version, I would watch the live-action version, making my penis suffer terribly.

Meanwhile, my relationship with my mother has progressed further. Now, knowing that my father can no longer
satisfy her, her hungry body seems to have shifted her attention to me. She
clearly saw my penis in the bathroom last time—thick, long, and strong, much better than my father's. And a few times
when I was in the bathroom, she would intentionally or unintentionally peek in from outside, making me feel even more hopeful.

Not only that, but the alluring aura emanating from my mother's changed appearance gave me more opportunities
to praise her. At first, it was fine, but later, sometimes when my father wasn't home, I would say some very outrageous and cheesy things.

Honestly, I'm happy to see this change in my mother; otherwise, I wouldn't have had a chance to sleep with her
. My mother also revels in my praise, and sometimes, taking advantage of her happiness, I'll hug her. At first,
the hugs were just formalities and very short, but later I hugged my mother for longer periods,
and I would put more pressure on her back to press her body closer to mine. Especially
the feeling of her magnificent 38F breasts pressing against my chest was truly unforgettable. Every time my mother opened her arms
, she would playfully complain that I was too rough and hurt her.

I remember one time last week, my father hadn't come home yet, and it was just my mother and me at home. My mother was...
She was cooking in the kitchen, still wearing her business attire from class—a black jacket over
a black lace bra that
revealed a glimpse of cleavage. Her buttocks, curving upwards, were visible beneath the black skirt, and she wore high heels, probably around 10 centimeters high. The sight was almost unbearable;
my penis was already slightly erect.

I quietly walked behind my mother and said, "Mom, you must be tired from class today. Let me help you!"
I gently held her waist with both hands, pressing my slightly protruding lower body against her buttocks
. I would never have dared to do this before; firstly, my mother would be angry, and secondly, I never had the thought or
the courage. But now, I did it.

Mom felt something hard staring at her buttocks. She glanced at my lower body out of the corner of her eye, then looked at me
and smiled, saying, "Mom's almost done cooking, thank you for your concern, son."

I was pleasantly surprised. Mom seemed fine and didn't seem to want me to leave. While cooking,
she deliberately swayed her hips a few times, sometimes even using her plump buttocks to push against my penis
.

This continued for a few minutes until Mom finished cooking, and I had to release her from my waist. At this moment,
Mom put the cooked food on a plate and turned around. Because we were so close, my penis had become erect after
a few minutes of friction. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mom
rubbed her genitals against my penis through her skirt, almost causing me to ejaculate live. Dad also happened to come home at that moment.

Mom always stopped short of interfering with my actions. Clearly, she was bound by ethical boundaries and always
managed to maintain her composure. Incest was still unacceptable to her.

While I was still racking my brains about how to get my mother into bed for some passionate lovemaking, something else happened that
finally made my plan come true.

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