"No... don't... don't cum inside me... ah... ugh."
But Chen Le was past the point of caring: "You slutty teacher, take it all."
Pap... pap pap...
"Mmm... mmm... oh."
As Chen Le's thrusts stopped and their trembling ceased, they both reached... climax... My mother was brought to orgasm by her own student, my best friend, and then he creampier.
Thick, dense semen gushed out in a torrent, striking the core of her womb, as both of them let out satisfied moans at the same time.
"Ohhh... mmm."
Chen Le gripped Mom's hips tightly, holding her plump ass firmly against him, as if he didn't want to waste a single drop of semen, determined to pump it all into her slutty, fertile pussy.
After her climax, my mother collapsed on her knees at Chen Le's feet, as if foreshadowing that sooner or later, she would completely submit to him.
Even after ejaculating, Chen Le's cock was still rock-hard, showing no sign of softening. He looked down at my mother kneeling at his feet, and a wicked, lustful grin spread across his face.
Although he wasn't fully satisfied, Chen Le knew she couldn't go another round. He walked to the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. When the water was almost full, he went to the sink, looked at my mother still kneeling on the floor, and reached out to start taking her clothes off.
But Mom, having come back to her senses, though still in a dazed state, instinctively grabbed her collar, preventing Chen Le from undressing her. Chen Le just laughed and said, "Slutty teacher, after all this, you're still pretending to be shy? Look at yourself, covered in pussy juices and cum. Can you even wear these clothes anymore?"
My mother looked down. Her clothes were in disarray; the collar had been stretched wide from Chen Le groping and kneading her beautiful breasts, the side zipper of her dress was undone, and the lower half of the dress was soaked. The wet skirt clung to her back, stuck there by her own fluids, and the panties hanging around her ankle looked like drenched like they'd been soaked.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror: her hair was a mess, her face was covered in sweat, flushed with a captivating, alluring charm. The afterglow of her orgasm seemed to linger on her face, her cheeks bright red. Inside her dress, her bra strap had slipped off one shoulder, the bra dangling and brushing against her breast flesh with her slightest movements. Between her legs, her pussy filled with her student's semen ached faintly, occasionally twitching. She could feel the cum slowly leaking from her entrance.
Mom couldn't help but ask herself, what had become of her?
Seeing my mother lost in thought and the overflowing bathtub, Chen Le decided not to wait any longer. "Teacher, come on. Be good and take off your clothes. Let's get you cleaned up first."
My mother didn't react. Left with no choice, Chen Le moved to undress her again. This time, she didn't stop him. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. He then removed the bra hanging from her shoulder and the panties from her ankle, deliberately waving them in front of her face before tossing them aside.
Chen Le scooped up Mom, carried her to the bathroom, and gently placed her in the tub. He grabbed body wash, a loofah, and a towel, and began to clean the fluids and semen from her body. Of course, he couldn't resist groping her all over during the process.
After washing her clean, he dried her off, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her to the sofa to let her rest. He thought about going for another round later and then walked into the bathroom with a wicked chuckle. The sound of running water filled the air, and a moment later, a tall, lean, and well-built young man emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel.
The towel only covered his lower body and thighs, leaving his chest, abs, and defined calf muscles exposed, their lines perfectly sculpted. He walked barefoot, step by step, toward the sofa. No, toward my mother.
He stopped at the edge of the sofa. My mother, lying on the sofa and having recovered some of her strength, tried to get up to make room for him, but Chen Le held her down. He propped her head up on his lap, then sat down himself, letting her rest her head on his thigh as he affectionately stroked her hair.
His erect cock was pressed right against her temple. Feeling the heat against her skin, my mother glanced over and said in surprise, "You... you..."
Chen Le seemed completely unfazed, continuing to stroke her hair with a doting expression. "It's fine, slutty teacher. You just rest. Don't worry about him."
"What did you say?" Mom asked, looking at him with a hint of anger.
"Don't worry about it," Chen Le explained. "You know that's not what I meant. I don't want to hear you say that again, understand?"
Mom, now snapping back to her usual self, had reverted to her usual demeanor.
"Auntie Lin, you were the one who just called yourself a slut, a bitch, a slutty teacher. You didn't deny it!"
Before Chen Le could finish, my mother cut him off with a sharp pinch to his thigh. "If you say another word, I'll really get mad. We'll never talk about what just happened again, do you understand?"
"Ow, ow."
Chen Le replied simply. Faced with the back-to-normal Mom, he reverted to the role of the obedient student. But we all knew it was just an act. I knew it, my mother knew it, and Chen Le himself knew it best. The moment he had a chance, he would transform back into that wicked youth, continuing to humiliate my mother without end.
After a long silence, my mother spoke. "Chen Le, do you think your teacher is an... improper woman?"
My mother's question was right up Chen Le's alley. He loved discussing topics like this with women.
"How could you think that, Teacher? Why would you ask that?"
My mother was at a loss for words. She couldn't very well say that she felt like a cheap, slutty woman herself.
"As a teacher, to actually do that with her own student..."
Now that she was back to normal, she found it hard to even bring it up, but the meaning was clear.
"Auntie Lin, don't worry about it. Things like 'teacher and student' or 'age difference' are just worldly concerns. Besides, you're divorced now. So what's wrong with me pursuing you? And anyway, men and women both have physical needs. You're single, so it's not like you're cheating. So don't overthink it. Just follow your heart."
You had to hand it to Chen Le; his brainwashing was something else. He had casually brushed off the taboo nature of their teacher-student relationship and twenty-plus year age gap, reframing it as a form of free-thinking ideology, a pursuit of freedom unshackled by societal norms.
"No... that's not what I meant... I'm asking if you think I'm a... a cheap woman. That you look down on me."
This left even me stunned. To hear the word "cheap" come from my mother, now that she was back to her normal self. The change was just too drastic.
"How could I, Teacher? I love it when you act cheap. But you didn't seem to have a problem with it just now. You admitted you were a slut, but you won't say it now."
"You..."
My mother was clearly angered by Chen Le. Remembering how he had called her a slut and a bitch over and over again, her anger flared, and she gave his thigh another sharp pinch. "Ah... ow, ow... Auntie Lin... I know I was wrong... I know, I won't say it anymore... okay, I won't say it, alright?"
"Good that you know. If I hear you call me that again, I'll pinch you to death, hmph!"
My mother pouted, a mix of anger and coyness in her voice. "Mm-hmm. I can call you that again next time I fuck you, okay?"
"You..."
My mother was left speechless by Chen Le. She rubbed her chest to calm herself before saying, "There won't be a next time."
With that, she got up from the sofa and walked toward the walk-in closet.
"Auntie Lin, what are you doing? Lie down a little longer. Rest, rest."
"What do you think? Getting dressed. What does it look like? I can't just walk around the house wrapped in a towel all day, can I?"
"Come on, Auntie Lin, it's just the two of us here. What's wrong with being naked? Besides, you're still wrapped in a towel."
"In your dreams. You hurry up and get dressed too. If you're still like this after I'm changed, you're dead."
Was that really a teacher talking to her student? It sounded more like a girlfriend threatening her boyfriend. Then again, if it were Teacher Qin, she probably wouldn't even need Chen Le to ask, she would strip naked and parade around in front of him. No, that's not right. As long as Chen Le was around, Teacher Qin probably wouldn't wear clothes at all. And she wouldn't be walking, she'd be crawling.
My mother walked into the walk-in closet, opened a drawer, and started picking out underwear. But why were there so many new, unopened sets in her drawer? I figured she must have thrown out all the old ones she used to wear in front of my dad last time, but she didn't need to buy this many. They were probably bought by Chen Le. As for his purpose... heh.
My mother picked one set, then another, finally choosing a pale pink set with lace trim. After opening it, she stared at it for a long time, muttering to herself, "What a horny little brat. What kind of stuff is this? How am I supposed to wear this?"
Even as she complained, she put it on. The bra's straps were just four strings; it was a halter style that tied around her neck, and the back also tied behind her. After putting it on, she tied the four strings and used her hands to push her breasts toward the center. It was clearly too small, pushing her already large G-cup cleavage even deeper, with a significant amount of breast flesh spilling out, her nipples barely covered.
And the panties were less like panties and more like a thong, though slightly wider than one. The front was about two inches wide, and the sides were strings that fastened to her hips. Given her waist-to-hip ratio, they weren't in danger of falling off. Normally, regular panties couldn't contain the flesh of her ample rear, instead leaving marks on her already round, firm, plump butt, which had always been a source of frustration for her. But these were different. The fabric was minimal, and the edges were seamless, so they wouldn't leave marks. Because of the small amount of fabric, the cut was just right, perfectly following the curve of the flesh at the top of her hips, leaving her full, round buttocks completely unrestricted and presenting them in their most perfect state.
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