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At this thought, Mom wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. And in that very situation, the little fellow seemed not to have had his fill. Looking down at the meat rod pressing firmly against her lower abdomen, a playful mood suddenly struck Mom. She carefully raised her arm, extending her jade-like hand, and with a crooked finger, lightly touched Chen Le's manhood. The moment her index finger made contact, she quickly pulled it back. Feeling the hardness and heat of Chen Le's rod, it was as if she had touched a red-hot threaded steel bar.
Afterward, Mom grew quiet, her hand returning to Chen Le's waist. It was less of a placement and more of a re-embrace. She twisted her head slightly, then closed her eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips. She seemed to be savoring this tranquil moment, this precious spring night, completely forgetting the troubles of her recent divorce.
Another ten minutes or so must have passed. Mom opened her eyes and gently moved Chen Le's hands from her enormous breasts and plump buttocks, preparing to get up. Just as she was halfway up, she was pulled back by Chen Le. This time, he held her even tighter, like an octopus, pulling her firmly into his arms. He kept murmuring incoherently, "Auntie Lin, I love you, I want you, I'll love you so well," and other such whispers.
Mom looked at Chen Le and saw that he seemed to still be asleep. At this point, I didn't know if Chen Le was genuinely asleep or just pretending, deliberately saying these things for my Mom to hear. But this was exactly what Mom hoped for. If Chen Le were to wake up now, she wouldn't have known what to do. Although she had already had sex with her student last night, the sight of their two naked bodies entwined like this, with Chen Le waking up, would have left her truly at a loss. She would have been too ashamed to show her face.
Mom tried to struggle free from Chen Le's embrace. But he was holding on far too tightly, and she didn't dare to use force, afraid of waking him. If that happened, she really wouldn't know what to do. She could only lie back down in his arms, waiting motionless for a chance to escape.
After another ten minutes or so, Chen Le seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again. Only then did Mom dare to try and flee his embrace once more. She gently moved Chen Le's hands and legs away, her movements incredibly light, as if a single sudden motion would wake him. Finally, after a great effort, she broke free from his constraints. She got out of bed, tiptoeing, and fled the room without even daring to put on her slippers.
In truth, one couldn't blame Mom for being so cautious. She knew that given Chen Le's lust and audacity, if she woke him up, she probably wouldn't be getting out of bed today. Last night, he hadn't even been fully satisfied before making her climax again and again, only stopping after he had fucked her until she lost consciousness. If she woke him up now, thinking of his still-hard, fiery hot rod, he would probably fuck her all day long. At this thought, Mom realized she was walking strangely. A slight itch and a tinge of pain flared up between her legs as they rubbed together.
Now, it seemed to be true. For the first forty years of her life, Mom had never felt much for bedroom affairs. But ever since the first time she sat on Chen Le's lap on the sofa and he slid his glans into her, she had been plagued by this itch. It wasn't until last night's stormy session with Chen Le that she understood this itch was something only a man could cure. But she never imagined that after being fucked by Chen Le until the late hours, the itch would return just a few hours later. As for the pain, she didn't need to think twice to know it was definitely caused by Chen Le.
And so, I found the living room's security camera feed. I saw my mother standing outside the bedroom door, her face pouting but still flushed with a delicate shyness. I didn't know what was happening at that moment. Then, she walked into the bathroom, and I quickly switched to the bathroom camera. I saw her standing up from the toilet.
She then walked into the shower and looked at the mottled, milky-white fluid on her lower body. Mom picked up the showerhead and rinsed her nether regions and thighs. When she tried to use her hand to wipe herself clean, a sharp itch mixed with pain shot through her entire body. Mom turned off the shower and looked at her privates. This was the first time in my memory that I had ever seen my mother's vagina so clearly.
Although Mom was forty years old, her vagina was still pink and tender. However, it now looked a bit red, as if engorged with blood. Her plump, puffy labia looked especially enticing. Mom gently extended a finger and touched her labia, letting out a sharp Hiss before pulling her finger back. She then muttered, "It's actually swollen."
This wasn't hard to imagine, given Chen Le's sexual prowess, it was an inevitable result. Moreover, although Mom was a beautiful woman, in this respect, both physically and mentally, she was no different from an inexperienced young girl. But it was precisely this that made her more tempting to corrupt. An unspoiled, beautiful, mature woman with a plump ass and huge breasts, possessing the aura of a mature beauty yet the innocence of a young maiden from a good family. What man could possibly resist?
If Teacher Qin was a perfect plaything, a combination of slutty, wild, and lewdness with an alluring body, then Mom was her complete opposite. Mom was subtle, reserved, charming, and noble. Her status as a virtuous wife from a good family, combined with her stunning looks and figure, gave men an immense desire to conquer her and the ultimate pleasure upon doing so.
Compared to someone like Teacher Qin, a woman like Mom could actually stir a man's lust more and bring him even greater pleasure. Of course, none of this was intentional on Mom's part, it was the result of her natural charm and the noble temperament she had cultivated.
Looking at her swollen pussy, Mom gently parted her labia and rinsed them lightly with water. At the same time, her expression gradually twisted. It was clear she was in pain, but within that pained expression, there was a hint of relief.
This was the first time in my life I had ever seen my mother's body so clearly. Her skin was snowy white. Water droplets trickled down her jade-like neck, slid over her tender breast flesh, half-circled her nipple, and fell to the ground. Her exquisite face exuded a rich, bewitching charm, yet she remained noble and sacred.
Her waist, as slender as a willow branch swaying in the breeze, had a perfect curve and taut skin that was irresistible. Her peach-like buttocks were luscious, large, and perky, their white skin revealing a hint of pink. Paired with her round, straight legs, she was so perfect it made one's mouth water.
A pair of delicate, jade-like hands held a foam, roaming over her body, spreading white foam all over. Occasionally, as it passed over her chest, her large breasts would bounce playfully after being pressed, sending tiny bubbles flying.
The sound of the trickling water grew distant. A moment later, Mom walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her cheeks, flushed from the steam, were like those of a drunken beauty, her skin like a red plum — white with a hint of red. Her graceful figure was half-concealed. The glimpse of cleavage from her exposed breast flesh and the jade-like legs below her hips, were all an invitation to sin.
While tilting her head to dry her still-damp hair, she walked towards the vanity. Her steps were light, as if she were treading on flowers. Every frown, every smile was so alluring. Probably only my mother could achieve that.
After her shower, Mom's fair skin was tinged with a slight redness. Her casual, languid movements appeared both lazy and enchanting. The aura of a mature woman washed over me, so tempting and delicious. Thinking of Chen Le still lying in bed, if he were awake now, Mom would undoubtedly feel like a plump lamb awaiting slaughter.
Reaching the vanity, Mom was about to pick up the hairdryer but seemed to think better of it, as if afraid of waking Chen Le, and put it back down. She took a dry towel and rubbed her hair with it for a while longer, then brushed her hair behind her ears, giving it a simple comb. In the walk-in closet, she unwrapped a new set of underwear and then casually put on a light blue dress.
After getting dressed, Mom secretly opened the bedroom door, peeked in at the still-sleeping Chen Le, and then gently closed it. She went to the kitchen, poured a glass of pure milk from the refrigerator, and then sat down on the living room sofa.
Sitting on the sofa, Mom's gaze gradually became vacant. She would frown, then pout her lips, and from time to time, take a sip of milk.
Mom was also reflecting on everything that had happened recently. The divorce from my father was, naturally, due to his unforgivable transgression. And since my admission to university was secured, Mom could see that I had become a bit arrogant. I was doing nothing but playing all day. I had even learned to fight. After learning from Chen Le that I wouldn't face administrative penalties or have a record, Mom thought it might be a good thing for me to be taught a lesson. After all, coming from a scholarly family, Mom found it hard to accept behavior like fighting.
Having the government teach me a lesson without affecting my future turned out to be a good thing. I had always had a smooth path, growing up like a flower in a greenhouse under my mother's guidance and discipline. I was about to go to college, so it was perfect timing for me to learn a lesson beforehand.
Of course, what Mom thought about most was Chen Le. She hadn't known her student for long. It had only been about half a month since they had truly started interacting. But he had already found his way into her heart. Because of her son's situation, even when she had shamelessly tried to seduce him, he hadn't touched her. He had even brazenly said that he truly liked her and wanted to wait for her to be willing. The words she had scoffed at then had now come true, and what's more, she had been a willing participant. After being hit by the blows of her husband's infidelity and divorce, her spirits were low, but under his meticulous care, she had felt a glimmer of warmth, something her husband, who was away for years on end, had never given her. Since her husband went abroad for work, she had basically been a single mother.
But after this series of blows, this young man, who had originally intended to possess her, had stood up. Faced with the temptation of her mature, jade-like body, he had not only not taken advantage of her vulnerability but had stayed by her bedside day and night. Before she had invited him into her bed, he had never asked or even tentatively suggested sleeping on it. Instead he slept on a pallet on the floor to watch over her.
Faced with such a handsome and caring young man, she had found herself developing a crush, like a young girl in love. But she also knew that this kind of relationship, which went against ethics, morality, and her duty as a teacher, could never be allowed to happen again.
Under this young man's meticulous care, in a moment of confusion, she had actually given herself to him. And it was her first time.
Thinking further, of her union with her student, his robust body, his fiery passion, his irresistible technique, and his large cock, which in his wild storm had made her experience pleasure and extreme climaxes she had never known before. Her beautiful, full body was flipped and turned by him, manipulated into various positions. Her beautiful breasts changed shape under his kneading, her plump buttocks experiencing sensations they had never felt under his powerful thrusts. Thinking of this, Mom asked herself: could she really ever forget the feeling he had given her?
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