I have to say, Chen Le's photography skills are truly excellent. The way that zipper is pulled down just reveals a hint of the opening in the crotchless stockings. That tiny glimpse leaves endless room for the imagination. Pulling it all the way down would eliminate the sense of mystery, but pulling it down less would fail to show they were crotchless, robbing them of their allure. It's masterful; he's perfected the art of temptation. And under such temptation, he can still calmly take pictures.
If it were ... no, I doubt any man could resist running behind Teacher Qin and starting to frantically go at it. But then again, I doubt anyone could last more than a few seconds before surrendering when faced with the beautiful, full ass of a woman like Teacher Qin.
Below her skirt, her round, crotchless black-stockinged legs paired with ten-centiter black high heels with red soles were the epito of seduction. I imagine no leg or stocking fetishist could possibly refuse. Her calves were slender and straight, her thighs full and shapely. It wasn't just that her legs were beautifully shaped; they were long. I'm sure every man who saw such beautiful legs would have the sa thought as : to imdiately throw her over my shoulder and start sprinting.
Before I knew it, two hours had passed looking at these photos, and my little brother was so hard it ached. When I exited the album nad "Qin Yuanyuan," I hesitated, not daring to open the other one. Because the na under the other album was Lin Rou, yes, my mother's na.
At that mont, my feelings were incredibly complicated. In my heart, my mom was perfect. A perfect face, a perfect figure, a perfect personality, a noble and elegant temperant, a pure and sacred soul. I didn't want to open it and see the sa kind of obscenely lewd photos as Teacher Qin's.
But I just stared at the album, unwilling to exit and yet unwilling to enter. I was scared, scared of seeing those filthy photos like Teacher Qin's, but deep down in my heart, it seed... I was also a little... anticipating... such photos to appear. I slapped myself hard twice, trying to snap out of it. How could Mom possibly have taken photos like that?
I tried to comfort myself with so self-deception, but I couldn't erase that sliver of anticipation deep in my heart. The thought of my perfect and pure beautiful mother, played with by Chen Le using all sorts of wicked and obscene thods until she was panting and moaning, made my heart beat faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of my chest.
Just then, a thick stream of sen erupted from my cock. I hadn't even cum after looking at so many of Teacher Qin's obscene photos, but now, without even clicking on the album containing my mother's pictures, I ca just from imagining it. And without any physical stimulation, it was also the most intense and voluminous orgasm I'd ever had.
From the initial disdain and anger when I found out Chen Le had designs on my mother, to now, my ntality had slowly and quietly begun to change under Chen Le's step-by-step manipulation.
Finally, after staring at the album with my mother's na on it for half an hour, I could no longer resist the itch in my heart and clicked it open. Although I unconditionally believed in my mother, the lust hidden deep within seed to be anticipating sothing.
The mont I clicked it open, my furrowed brows relaxed. But deep in my heart, there was an almost imperceptible sense of loss.
The photos inside were not what I had imagined. They were just so daily photos of my mother at ho or in class. These photos were clearly taken secretly. But except for the first few full-body shots, the others were also candid shots, but they focused on my mother's large breasts or full ass. So were of her chest, taken when she was leaning forward over the podium while lecturing, emphasizing her bust. Others were of her ass, taken secretly when she was squatting to write on the blackboard. Because at that mont, from that angle, her large, full ass was sticking out.
Scrolling further down, most of the photos were side shots of my mother. The advantage of a side profile was that it perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure with its S-curve, large breasts, a full ass, and long legs. Whether it was the white shirt stretched taut across her upper body by her chest, or the pencil skirt stretched taut across her lower body by her huge, plump buttocks, everything highlighted her amazing figure.
Although my mother was 170cm, two centiters shorter than Teacher Qin, both her bust and her hips were a size larger. They usually looked about the sa size because my mother generally didn't dress as revealingly as Teacher Qin, who favored tight clothes that accentuated her figure. This content belongs to NoveIꜰire
My mom was different. But whenever they both put on their yoga clothes during their breaks, the difference in their figures was perfectly clear. Teacher Qin's breasts were a classic teardrop shape, the most aesthetically pleasing bust type. But my mother's were hemispherical. Coupled with her extra-large cup size, they truly looked like a soccer ball cut in half and inverted on her chest. Though large, they weren't saggy at all. Her large areolas seed to lock the full, fleshy mounds tightly to her chest. A bust like that is a divine gift in itself; at the sa cup size, it appears a full cup larger than other shapes. And my mother, with her extra-large cup size and this shape, was simply the pinnacle of perfection. Even through her clothes, whenever my mother walked down the street, there wasn't a man who wouldn't turn his head for her.
While Teacher Qin's waist and my mother's were both perfect: not an inch less, not an inch more, a standard beauty's waist, my mother's hips were a full circle larger than Teacher Qin's. I rembered they had even asured them once. Teacher Qin's hip circumference was 101 centiters, while my mother's was 106. Teacher Qin's ass was perky and firm, giving a feeling of taut, dense flesh. My mother's hips, on the other hand, were wider, giving a very soft impression.
If Teacher Qin's ass was like a fully inflated ball, full and firm, then my mother's was like an oversized water balloon, large and soft, full of sensuality. But my mother's and Teacher Qin's asses shared a common trait: they were both perky. Unlike the butts of so fitness-obsessed won, which, though large, look hard and unattractive, my mother's and Teacher Qin's were different, they were large but not saggy. And they looked very soft, though my mother's looked even softer and gentler. I guess that's the difference between fitness and yoga.
There were very few photos in my mother's album, but the more I looked, the more sothing felt off. It wasn't until I saw the last few photos that my heart grew complicated again. The previous photos were all taken at school or on the street, but these last few, the most recent ones by date, were taken in my ho.
The first was a photo of my mother sitting on the sofa in her loungewear, staring blankly. Although the loungewear was loose, it was precisely because of its looseness that one could still get a glimpse of her figure, which made it even more suggestive.
The second was in Teacher Qin's bedroom, with my mother sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. My mother was still in her loungewear, and Teacher Qin was holding her hand, seemingly offering comfort, while my mother looked grave. It was obvious Chen Le was hiding on the balcony, taking the picture secretly. I couldn't believe Teacher Qin had beco so audacious. It seed Chen Le had been living at her house during the few days I was away.
And the last photo was in my house. My mother was slumped on the floor, one hand supporting herself, the other seemingly wiping away tears, with tear stains on her cheeks and what looked like unshed tears glistening in her round, almond-shaped eyes.
My mother was wearing a nightgown, a deep V-neck one. This nightgown was one Dad had bought for her a few years ago. I had only seen her try it on that day and had never seen her wear it since. After trying it on, Mom had said to Dad, "You don't even know your own wife's asurents and you're buying clothes."
The nightgown had been a bit tight on her back then, but the neckline was cut extrely low. The gown was a pale yellow, made of a thin gauze over a white silk lining. The wide neckline and the hem of the gown were trimd with lace.
And my mother's figure was even more stunning now than before, so the gown looked even tighter and more alluring. In the deep V-neckline, her fair, creamy breast flesh was exposed. The V-neck perfectly frad her deep, bottomless cleavage. Through the gap of just over a centiter of lace, I could even see her areola, and her two little buds were prominent against the silk, as if a slight tug on the neckline would cause two playful nipples to pop right out.
The hem of the skirt only reached the top of her thighs, and this was while she was slumped on the floor. If she were to stand up, given her full ass, it probably wouldn't even be able to cover it completely. At that mont, her snow-white thighs paired with the lace-trimd hem were exceptionally enticing. The hem barely covered her pubic area.
And so, without showing anything explicit, this photo was sohow more seductive than those that did. It held a sense of haziness, a sense of mystery. Coupled with my mother's exquisitely sensual, voluptuous body, I don't think any man could resist. Even if your willpower was strong, you probably couldn't fight the primal impulse of your own beastly desires.
After marveling at my mother's ultimate seductiveness, I had to face a new problem. It was obvious this photo was taken by Chen Le. I couldn't imagine the circumstances under which it was taken, or what Chen Le had done to my mother after taking it.
I wanted to know, but I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to accept it once I found out. If everything before this had been my fantasy, then now, through these photos, Chen Le seed to be slowly helping realize that fantasy.
I put down my phone and lay calmly on my bed, unwilling to think, but unable to stop my heart, which was both restless and calm. I just lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling.
One hour, two hours, three hours... ti slowly passed, and my heart gradually cald down. I opened my phone again, wanting to look for more clues, but I couldn't find a single one. I opened the videos on my phone; without exception, they were all videos of young n with mature and beautiful won. The novels were no different; they were all "cuckold mother" stories.
Now, I finally understood. The two of us were both excellent students. We should have been spending our free ti discussing world classics or poetry. But after getting close to Chen Le, he had "accidentally" let discover the erotic stories he read. Then he started recomnding them to . As he recomnded more and more, the content of these stories grew more extre, gradually shifting from pure romance to "cuckold mother" thes.
After that, his recomndations never changed; they were all "cuckold mother" stories. And most of them were just like my current situation: one's own beautiful, mature mother being conquered by a classmate, finally becoming his sex slave and bitch.
Although it hadn't reached that point yet, the plot seed to be unfolding in the direction of the novels Chen Le had sent .
But he had first conquered Teacher Qin with "love," and now he was trying to use the leverage he had over to conquer my mother. And this was a plan that gave my mother no room to refuse. Because if she refused, my entire life would be over.
Thinking of this, it seed I could already see my mother's fate. But at this mont, I was strangely calm. Eerily calm. Because Chen Le had long ago planted the seed of "cuckolding" deep in my heart.
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