Chapter 9: The Crying Mother
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. Mom, Teacher Qin, and Xinran hadn't come to see me. During these three days, I had read through almost all the "cuckold mother" novels and videos Chen Le had prepared for me. I knew Chen Le was doing this to plant the seed of this fetish deeper in my mind, but I couldn't resist it.
Night fell again, and I silently turned on my phone. Just as I was immersing myself in the pleasure of a "cuckold mother" novel, Chen Le sent a video with the message: "Your mom is quite tough to crack. It looks like you'll be staying in there a few more days."
Seeing Chen Le's message, I felt no anger this time. On the contrary, I was strangely calm. After the massive amount of pornography Chen Le had fed me initially, coupled with the vast "cuckold mother" stories he had me read these past few days, it felt like I had really changed. Perhaps it was because I already knew my mother's fate was to be conquered by Chen Le, and since I was powerless to change it, I had simply given up.
I silently tapped on the video.
"Teacher Lin, aren't you going to welcome me?" This was Chen Le's first words as he entered, closing the door behind him.
"Don't call me teacher. You're not worthy. I don't have a student like you," Mom said, sitting on the sofa. It seemed Chen Le had let himself in; Mom hadn't opened the door for him. I didn't even have to guess to know that Teacher Qin had given him the code to the digital lock.
"Alright, alright, I won't call you teacher. Is it okay if I call you Auntie?" Seeing that Mom didn't reply, Chen Le spoke again. "But calling you Auntie makes you sound old, doesn't it? I remember you're a few years older than Teacher Qin, so you're 42 this year, right? Although you're a full 24 years older than me, you look like you're not even thirty with how well you take care of yourself."
I had to admit, Mom took great care of herself. She was clearly 42, yet her skin was exceptionally good. She had a head of glossy black hair, flawless white skin, and not even a hint of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
"Auntie, look, your skin is so well cared for, just like a youthful, vibrant college student. But your figure is so voluptuous, with your full chest and curvy hips. Huge breasts and a plump ass, yet you don't lose any elegance. You're like a perfectly ripe peach, truly mouth-watering."
Chen Le was using the same tactic on Mom that he'd used on Teacher Qin. But it seemed Mom wasn't falling for it. Unlike Teacher Qin, she didn't turn into a fawning admirer. Chen Le's compliments seemed to have no effect on her.
Many guys have a big misunderstanding about how to compliment women. They think they should just praise them sincerely, calling them beautiful over and over. But often, when complimenting a girl or a woman, adding a bit of explicit language can actually be a good thing and might even have an unexpected effect. After all, no matter how well you praise her, it's not as effective as being direct. For instance, being attracted to a specific part of her body. You can call any girl pretty, because no girl thinks she's ugly. If you call her beautiful, she might just think you like her type. But complimenting her figure is different. Her breasts are either big or they're not; her butt is either perky or it's not. These are undeniable, unchangeable facts.
But it was obvious that a woman as outstanding and mature as my mother had heard every kind of compliment imaginable from elders, suitors, and lechers alike her whole life. She was long tired of them. Chen Le's little tricks were useless against her.
Seeing that his compliments had no effect, Chen Le walked straight to the sofa and plopped down right next to Mom, reaching out to drape an arm over her shoulder. Mom immediately shook it off and demanded loudly, "What are you trying to do now?"
Looking at the furious Mom, Chen Le wasn't scared at all. Instead, he gave a playful smile.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to talk to Auntie about Lin Wen's situation."
"What exactly do you want?" Mom asked, still seething with anger.
"I don't want anything. Come on, Auntie, sit down. Why are you just standing there?"
Seeing Chen Le's unhurried demeanor, Mom was fuming.
"If you have something to say, just say it!"
"Never mind then. Since Auntie doesn't want to talk, let's just let Xiao Wen stay in there a little longer." With that, he stood up as if to leave. Of course, this was just Chen Le playing hard to get.
The moment I was mentioned, Mom couldn't stand it anymore and sat down. She only sat at the corner of the sofa, though. Chen Le glanced at her, showing no intention of sitting back down, and continued to head for the door. Seeing this, Mom grew anxious and grabbed Chen Le. Seeing his goal was achieved, Chen Le smoothly sat back down, right next to Mom. The hand she had grabbed naturally found its way back to her shoulder.
"It seems Auntie is quite concerned about Xiao Wen, after all."
"Just tell me what you want!" Mom said, then seemed to remember something and added, "I already did what you asked that day. Why haven't you let Xiao Wen go yet?"
"That day? What request? When did I ever say I'd let him go?" Chen Le said with a look of feigned ignorance, but it was obvious he was playing dumb.
"The day I went to see Xiao Wen."
As Mom spoke, I remembered too. My guess had been right. The way Mom was dressed that day was clearly arranged by Chen Le. Since Mom was willing to dress like that, Chen Le must have promised to release me if she complied. But obviously, he hadn't kept his word.
"What about the day I went to see Xiao Wen?" Chen Le asked, playing dumb again.
"It was you... you told me to wear that outfit to go see Xiao Wen with you, and you'd let him go!"
"Wear that? I don't remember. Auntie, why don't you help me remember?"
"You... you..." Mom stammered, clearly furious beyond words. At this point, I understood Chen Le's intention. Although she had a top-tier figure, for a well educated, conservative woman like my mother,a teacher who nurtures others, wearing such clothes was a fate worse than death. If it weren't for saving me, Mom would probably rather die than wear them.
But now, after wearing such humiliating clothes, the other party was refusing to acknowledge his promise. Mom must have felt worse than death. And for Chen Le to pretend not to know, wanting her to recount what she wore and what happened that day, how could Mom possibly accept that?
And that was precisely Chen Le's goal. To break down a woman's psychological defenses, you had to make her break them down herself, not through external force. That would backfire.
For a well.educated teacher like her, making her verbally recount her own "lewd" acts was the perfect method.
"If you don't tell me, Auntie, how can I possibly remember?" Chen Le maintained his leisurely composure.
"You know perfectly well!" Mom was at a loss for words. She had nothing else to say, as it was obvious Chen Le was faking ignorance.
"Alright, if you won't say it, Auntie, then forget it. I'm leaving." With that, Chen Le started to get up again.
"I'll say it, I'll say it, okay?!" Mom yelled.
"Good, go ahead, Auntie. I'm listening." Only then did Chen Le sit back down on the sofa, grinning at her.
"You told me to wear a dress and stockings, but no panties, to go see Xiao Wen with you," Mom mumbled, rushing the words out. Then she immediately added, "But you said you'd let Xiao Wen go after we saw him. It's been a week now. When are you going to keep your promise?"
"Auntie, you have to say it all. What kind of stockings?"
Mom's face flushed red at Chen Le's question, and her anger intensified. But at the same time, she knew that if she didn't say what Chen Le wanted to hear today, there would be no result.
Seeing that Mom was silent again, Chen Le said in a sarcastic tone, "If you don't want to say it, Auntie, then forget it. I won't pressure you. I'm leaving, then."
"O-open... crotch stockings, okay?!"
"Auntie, what open-crotch stockings? Say it properly, or how can I remember?"
Looking at the shameless person before her, her own student, Mom suddenly felt like such a failure. She couldn't squeeze out a word for a long moment. But Mom knew exactly what Chen Le was up to. "What exactly do you want?"
In reality, Mom knew very well what Chen Le wanted. But the traditional moral values and shame wouldn't allow her to think it. She had no choice but to keep asking him what he wanted. Until the very end, when there was no other way out, when she had no choice but to say it, then she would comply. At least that way, she could give herself a little comfort, telling herself she only said and did those things because she had no other choice, and it was to save me. Perhaps that could bring her a sliver of solace.
"Auntie, I don't want anything. I just want you to help me remember what happened that day."
Chen Le remained unhurried. He knew very well that with a woman like Mom, he couldn't rush things. Pushing her too hard might backfire. He had to slowly, layer by layer, dismantle her defenses. Only then, after he succeeded, would she not resist. She might even become more loyal than those who were naturally promiscuous.
It was like a fierce eagle. Before it's tamed, you're just food in its eyes. But once it's tamed, it becomes your most loyal slave, even more loyal than a dog.
And now, it had come to that point.
"That day, you told me to wear a dress with no panties, and open-crotch stockings and high heels to go see Xiao Wen with you. Okay?!"
Then Mom asked anxiously, "So when are you going to keep your promise?"
When Chen Le finally heard Mom say the words he wanted, he was genuinely overjoyed, smiling so widely his cheeks almost hurt.
Because he knew that the first step to opening Mom's heart and tearing away her veil of shame was finally complete. Before this, whether it was Mom changing clothes in front of him or wearing open-crotch stockings to see me, it was all under the dual pressures of the sudden incident and his threat against me. Mom had been forced to comply.
But now it was different. Back then, Mom was flustered and desperate, willing to try anything. But now, she had calmed down, and was still willing to say something so humiliating. Although she was still being coerced, it was a world of difference from before.
To say something so shameful in her current state meant Chen Le had successfully taken the first step in conquering Mom. The next step was to make her completely open her heart, then to conquer her alluring body, finally enter her beautiful pussy, and slowly train her until she completely submitted.