I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, my mind completely occupied by the woman from today. Her wanton figure lingered in my thoughts, and my cock stood erect like a pillar to the heavens. Keeping it confined in my underwear felt like a disservice, so I threw off the covers, took off my underwear, and let my little buddy breathe.
Who was that woman? And who was Brother Jie? The sheer volume of information from today was overwhelming, and my mind raced, trying to find any loopholes. After turning it over and over with no results, I decided to start from the source and take the initiative.
With that thought, I pulled out my phone.
"Brother Jie, are you there? Who exactly is that woman? She's so wild—let me get to know her!" I proactively messaged Brother Jie, hoping to glean some clues from his response.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. But I can't tell you who she is, or I might get beaten to death."
Brother Jie replied weakly, "Hey, man, do you have any ideas? Give me some advice. I really can't handle that woman. Instead, she's leading me around by the nose, draining me dry and then just dropping me."
"What ideas could I have? I've only had a few experiences myself," I feigned weakness. "Yeah, you're right. What can us high schoolers do against that kind of older woman? Sigh~ Bro, I'm not bragging, but I used to have a little sex slave I trained—super obedient, did whatever I said. You know what? She'd even video call me and masturbate with her husband just a wall away. Tsk tsk, some people just have all the luck. Let's sleep, we can talk more tomorrow." I could hear the helplessness in Brother Jie's tone.
After saying goodnight to Brother Jie, I started organizing my thoughts. First, this Brother Jie is a high school student. Second, that woman's actions were voluntary, and she was clearly the dominant one—not coerced by Brother Jie. Finally, based on the timing of Brother Jie and the class monitor joining the group, plus the three videos the class monitor posted, it's safe to say that the sex slave Brother Jie mentioned was definitely Teacher Wu Jie. And Brother Jie is still in contact with the class monitor—I'm not sure if they're friends or not.
Wait, no! Something's off!!! I kept thinking it over and realized the whole situation felt weird. Where was this sense of dissonance coming from? I read through my chat history with Brother Jie again and again. !!!! Got it, yes, yes, yes!!
So that's where the weirdness was!! This "Brother Jie" isn't the real "Brother Jie." Up until this afternoon, Brother Jie's tone had been cold and arrogant, like a superior condescending to a subordinate. From the time we went to the love hotel room 2107 at noon until we left in the afternoon, the messages Brother Jie sent me were full of threats, and even at the end of the game, his attitude was indifferent. But this "Brother Jie" tonight completely lacked that earlier aura. Instead, he became chatty, his tone softened a lot, and he seemed to act without thinking—almost as if he'd suddenly become several years younger. In other words, this "Brother Jie" is not the same as the previous Brother Jie!
After reaching this conclusion, my mind exploded again. Although the tone in the context varied drastically, it had always been Brother Jie's account chatting with me, without any discrepancies. Could the account have been hacked? Impossible. Even if the two Brother Jies spoke in different tones, the woman in the videos and photos was the same person. So, what did that mean? There was more than one Brother Jie? Possibly two Brother Jies!! They took turns using the same account!! "One thing is certain: one of the Brother Jies is a high school student. I need to keep a close eye on this person from now on," I thought to myself as I drifted into a deep sleep.
The next day, Sunday, I struggled to get out of bed and saw my mom and dad being all lovey-dovey while cooking in the kitchen. I tactfully retreated to my room to play on the computer. The discussion in the group chat about the two photos from early that morning was minimal at best—mostly just asking who the woman was. After receiving no response, the messages sank into oblivion. The allure of those two photos was far less than the appeal of organizing a gaming session in the group.
"Son, take good care of the house. Your mom and I are going shopping. There's freshly cooked food on the table—eat when you're hungry!"
My dad shouted toward my bedroom from the front door. "Okay, got it," I replied dismissively. Why even bother telling me? As if I'd stop you two? Am I not your son? Seriously!
While mulling over the clues I had pieced together the night before, I ate the stir-fried dishes on the table: steamed fish, stir-fried celery, and shredded pork with green beans. "Is this fish freshly steamed?" Why does it smell so fishy? This fish really isn't fresh. I took a couple of bites and confirmed it wasn't fresh, so I focused on the other two dishes instead.
"Brother Jie, are you there?" I took out my phone and sent a message to Brother Jie. "..." No reply.
Fine. After finishing my meal, I went back to playing on the computer. I played until evening when my parents finally returned.
"Son, come take these!" They started ordering me around as soon as they got home. I rushed out and took the numerous bags from their hands. Upon closer inspection, they were mostly various branded clothes—both men's and women's styles—a huge pile. Sigh, how long did these two shop this afternoon? With so many clothes bought, it made sense for my mom to give away that beige trench coat. After all, wearing big brands does stand out more.
I hurriedly carried the clothes into the house and faintly overheard my mom holding a bag of clothes say to my dad, "I'll wear these when you come back next time."
"Dad, when are you coming back next?" I asked after finishing moving the clothes. "At most two months, and I'll be able to stay longer next time," my dad happily told me. Oh? So that's why they bought so many clothes—he'll be staying longer next time. The family enjoyed a pleasant dinner together, and the fish was completely devoured. Was it just the piece I ate that had gone bad? Watching them eat happily, I didn't mention the fish's lack of freshness.
On Monday, since both my mom and I had classes, my dad stayed home alone to clean.
"Students, teachers, tomorrow city officials will be visiting the school for an inspection, tour, and class observation. All students must wear their school uniforms tomorrow—those who don't will not be allowed to attend class! All teachers must wear their work attire, with female teachers required to wear either the school uniform skirt or a black skirt, paired with black or nude stockings. I hope everyone can present their best possible demeanor to welcome the inspection tomorrow!" During the break between classes, the principal—nicknamed "Yan Wang" (King of Hell)—stood at the podium with a microphone, issuing instructions for the following day. She was still wearing her black uniform skirt, though perhaps due to the slightly warmer weather, her black tights seemed a bit sheer. "Probably 20 denier," I thought to myself.
Scattered applause echoed from below as each class began preparing for the next day's inspection. Our class had even planned out which lesson, which questions, and which students would answer them—and exactly how they should respond. Sigh.
After school in the evening, I returned home to find all the furniture and cabinets looking brand new, and the floors gleaming. It seemed Dad had put in a lot of effort with the housework today. "Honey, son, dinner's ready. I have to catch a flight, so go ahead and eat without me," Dad said hurriedly, grabbing his suitcase as he headed out. "Alright, son and I have to prepare for tomorrow's inspection tonight, so we won't see you off. Next time you're back, I'll cook you something delicious!" Mom replied. Good heavens, Mom was actually going to cook? Considering we ordered takeout eight out of nine meals, love really does change people. Sigh.
After seeing Dad off, Mom started rummaging through the cabinets. "Mom, what are you looking for?" I asked, puzzled. "Didn't you hear the principal today? Female teachers have to wear skirts tomorrow! Have I been so strict that you forgot I'm also a female teacher?!" Mom scolded me. Sigh. The gentle, kind version of Mom that appeared after I did well on a test lasted less than two days before she reverted to her usual stern self. I shrugged, thinking, "Whatever."
After digging through a pile of boxes, Mom finally found her work skirt. It was stored in a vacuum-sealed bag covered in dust, but the skirt inside was in perfect condition. Of course it was—she'd never worn it before. Why is the narrator stating the obvious... "..."
Mom took the dress out of the bag and slipped it right on. "Mom, you should iron it first..." I said helplessly. Since she rarely wears dresses, she had no idea it needed ironing... After ironing, the dress looked much softer. Mom held the dress up to her waist, then opened the pair of winged nude stockings she had bought earlier along with the dark gray ones. As she took the stockings and began putting them on, I could clearly sense their smoothness. She started from the toes, slowly sliding her foot in, then gathered the rest around her ankles with both hands, gave a firm pull, and one leg was perfectly covered—no snags, just a seamless glide onto her leg. I was completely mesmerized!! Honestly, this was the first time in my life I had ever seen my mom wear stockings, and I witnessed the entire process from start to finish. As for the previous pair of dark gray velvet stockings, I still preferred to call them leggings... After putting on the full pair of pantyhose, Mom turned around in front of the mirror again and again. If I stayed any longer, I was afraid I'd get a nosebleed. My cock below was already standing at attention, so I had to bend slightly to keep it from being too obvious. I quickly made up an excuse and slipped into my room, then secretly cracked the door open to keep watching.
My mom's legs, in my opinion, were absolutely top-tier—far from what I'd call slender. In fact, her thighs might even be slightly thick, but her calves were perfectly proportioned and healthy. However, once she put on these stockings, all I could say was that they were simply divine. The slightly matte nude stockings clung tightly to her calves and thighs, pulling up any possible sagging flesh on her thighs firmly, creating a beautiful, graceful curve from top to bottom. Looking from bottom to top, I could see her sturdy calves and full, fleshy thighs, with any excess flesh neatly gathered by the pantyhose toward her hips, making her already firm and beautiful butt even more enticing!
At the very bottom, Mom's size-36 feet, seemingly constrained by stockings for the first time, kept flexing and relaxing, looking incredibly playful. The slightly thick nude stockings completely covered the veins and bones of her feet, seamlessly blending them with her calves. The moment Mom took her feet out of her slippers and stretched them taut, my cock hardened to the point of reaching for the sky.
Mom swayed left and right, clearly very satisfied with these pantyhose—they were comfortable, not revealing, and perfectly appropriate.
Just as she had intended when buying them, appropriateness was the most important thing. Ever since Mom became closer with the King of Hell, she no longer resisted stockings and had gradually come to accept them. For that, I truly had to thank the King of Hell.
Such a perfect body without stockings would be like the West without Jerusalem—that's what I sincerely thought.
Mom turned around and picked up the work skirt nearby and started putting it on. Then I noticed that the skirt was a bit too small! As she pulled it up, it got stuck right above her hips. It seemed this skirt was an old piece from over a decade ago, never worn before. "Ugh, how did I get so much fatter? There's no time to buy a new one now," Mom muttered softly. She tried pulling the skirt up again with more force, but it still wouldn't budge. After staring at herself in the mirror for a while, she suddenly seemed to have an idea and pulled the skirt all the way down to her feet. Then!!
With her left hand, she slid her fingers along the curve of her hip and under the edge of her pantyhose and panties, doing the same with her right hand on the other side. With a forceful tug downward, she pulled both the pantyhose and panties down together, leaving them halfway down her knees. "Hiss—" I gasped, the nameless fire inside me no longer containable. As if possessed, I couldn't stop stroking my cock with both hands. In the living room, Mom stood half-undressed in her stockings, examining herself in the mirror. Through the crack in the door, I could see that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into an inverted triangle—clearly groomed. It seemed she had made some preparations for her rendezvous with Dad. There was a slight redness and swelling near the base of her thighs, likely from Dad being too rough during sex.
"Mmm~" I clearly saw a drop of liquid drip from her pubic hair onto her panties. I stroked my cock even harder. After checking herself in the mirror, Mom picked up the skirt from the floor, pulled it on effortlessly with both hands, and then measured the width with her fingers. She then half-squatted to pull her panties back up, fitting them perfectly. The panties were tightly wedged between the skirt and her body, while the pantyhose remained halfway down her knees. After putting her panties back on, Mom turned around in front of the mirror again. "There seems to be a mark…" I couldn't make out what she was muttering, but I clearly heard her say, "Forget it, I'll deal with it tomorrow." Mom hastily tidied up the living room and then went into the bedroom, turning off the lights to rest.
"I'll deal with it tomorrow too," I said, preparing to go back to bed. When I looked down, white semen was oozing from the tip of my cock. My left hand, clenched tightly around the head, was smeared with semen between the fingers and on the fingertips…
"WTF?" I, a strong and virile man, came just like that? I couldn't believe it and froze for a moment.
I quickly grabbed the half-empty pack of tissues by my bed and meticulously wiped my hands, my dick, and any possible traces on the floor, making sure not to leave a single trace. After finishing everything, I lay on the bed and let out a sigh of relief… "Whatever it is, I'll deal with it tomorrow. If I can't figure it out, I won't dwell on it—like Jie, like that woman, and like…"
Early Tuesday morning, all the teachers and students gathered on the playground. The students were uniformly dressed in autumn school uniforms, looking very orderly. The female teachers wore matching black uniform skirts, while the male teachers wore trousers. What was unusual was that all the female teachers were wearing nude stockings, even the usually black-stockinged "Grim Reaper" had switched to nude today. "Mom was right, nude is more appropriate," I thought of Mom, and felt a reaction down below.
"Wow!!" "Whoa!!" The entire playground suddenly erupted in inexplicable cheers. Following the noise, I looked over and saw Class Four entering, accompanied by Teacher Sun Xiudong—my mom. Since Class Four's homeroom teacher had been in a car accident, my mom was temporarily taking over. "Teacher Sun has such a great figure!" "Is this the first time Teacher Sun has worn a skirt?" "And she's wearing stockings!! It's a shame she didn't pair it with high heels—that would've been perfect." Exclamations of amazement rose one after another, though Mom was still wearing those same black women's leather shoes, which somewhat dampened the scene. Mom was dressed in the uniform skirt she had tried on yesterday, which fit her perfectly and accentuated her waist and hips exceptionally well. The skirt clung flawlessly to her hips and thighs, with no trace of yesterday's struggle to squeeze into it.
"Everyone, do your best on today's inspection! Now, each class may return to their rooms," the principal—nicknamed "Yan Wang"—issued his final command from the podium, waving his hand to dismiss everyone.