The next day after school.
After returning home, Mom applied some medicated wine for bruises and sprains, then began selecting clothes from the wardrobe for the team-building event. The first items packed into the travel bag were, of course, the "Mom's Three-Piece Set"—the suit, dress pants, and those women's leather shoes. Then, Mom stared at the spacious wardrobe, lost in thought. After picking and choosing for a long time, she didn't add any other clothes to the suitcase. Standing before the wardrobe, she seemed to make a decision and pulled open the lower drawer. "That's where the clothes Dad bought when he came home for shopping," I recognized immediately.
Mom took out several pieces of clothing from the drawer, all of them exquisite dresses of various styles. From among them, she selected a dark green silk horse-face skirt and placed it in the suitcase, followed by a pair of skinny jeans. It had to be said that once Mom abandoned her outdated fashion sense, her taste improved significantly. After finishing packing, she took two pairs of flesh-colored stockings from the drawer and placed them on top.
"Hmm?" I noticed that one of them was the matte flesh-toned stocking that had been pulled out of Principal Yan's slutty pussy. "Seriously, I told Mom to throw it away a long time ago, and she still kept it." Although I knew Mom had always been frugal and had only bought new clothes a few years ago when she went shopping with Dad, I really wanted to tell her that stocking was extremely dirty. Once Mom returns from this team-building trip, I'll find an opportunity to secretly throw it away. She can't wear it anymore.
I lay on the bed, playing with my phone while thinking about what had happened earlier.
Ding-dong. "Let me show you something interesting." It was a message from Brother Jie.
"What?" I immediately became alert. Brother Jie was a meticulous and arrogant person who seemed to treat everyone as his plaything. However, I could still glean some subtle clues from the videos or photos he sent, so I didn't actually mind receiving his messages.
A video over two minutes long was sent. It was that edited clip of Principal Yan—black stockings, black high heels, her pussy and asshole mercilessly ravaged by two huge vibrators, and finally stuffed with her own high heels into both holes. I compared it with the previous video—it was identical, with the same duration. I'd already seen this video. Did Brother Jie send the wrong one? I wondered.
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" At the end of the video, where Principal Yan was supposed to turn around and show her face for three seconds, Mom's face appeared instead!
"What does this mean?" I asked coldly, unsure of what Brother Jie was trying to do.
"Hahaha, don't mind it. I've been finding AI face-swapping quite interesting lately, so I tried it out," Brother Jie said. "I think Teacher Sun is very beautiful and has such a great figure, but she wears conservative clothes every day and doesn't seem interested in showing it off at all. It's too rigid. So, I used AI to help Teacher Sun show off a bit." Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. As he spoke, Brother Jie sent a large batch of photos all at once.
Each photo was either a candid shot, an official image of Mom from the school's promotional board, or a group photo featuring Mom. Beneath each photo was a highly detailed AI-generated image (Note: the pseudo-3D kind, still quite different from a real photo). I scrolled through the photos one by one in the order they were sent.
The first photo was published on the school's official WeChat account as part of the "Dedicated and Loving Teacher Award" series. It showed my mom sitting behind the lectern, taking a sip of water from her cup after a long, dry-throated lecture. The caption read: "Ms. Sun, Head of the Senior Year Teaching Group." In the photo, only her upper body was visible behind the desk. She wore a simple white blouse with her sleeves slightly rolled up, holding the cup in her left hand as she tilted her head back to drink, while her right hand rested naturally beneath the table. To anyone, it was just a simple image of a dedicated teacher quenching her thirst after a long lecture.
I scrolled down and immediately widened my eyes. After AI's second creative pass, I could see through the lectern to the scene behind. In this version, my mom's upper body remained in the same drinking pose, but her expression had shifted to one of slight pleasure. Below the waist, she now wore an extremely tight, ultra-short pencil skirt. Her legs, sheathed in roughly 40-denier nude stockings, were spread wide in an M-shape, fully exposing her mature, pinkish-black pussy. A transparent fluid—whether urine or arousal—was visibly trickling out from her opening. Through her black strappy high-heeled sandals, I could see her stocking-clad toes curling inward slightly with tension. The hand that had been resting under the table now held another cup, catching the steady stream of fluid dripping from her pussy. The AI-generated caption below read: "A female teacher masturbating in class, forced to drink her own excessive arousal fluid for fear of being discovered by her students."
After comparing the two images, my hand unconsciously drifted toward my crotch. I tugged down my waistband slightly, pulled out my already rock-hard cock, and began stroking it slowly. Then, I moved on to the second set of photos.
The second photo was also from the school's official WeChat "Dedicated and Loving Teacher Award" promotional series. It showed my mom dressed in a black office uniform, seated at her desk. Her left hand rested on her thigh while her right hand held a ballpoint pen, grading exam papers. She looked sternly at the camera, her brows slightly furrowed. The WeChat caption read: "Ms. Sun grading exams during her spare time."
The second photo, after a second round of AI editing, still showed my mother with a stern expression, but now her cheeks were slightly flushed. In her right hand, she no longer held a red pen for grading papers; instead, she was drawing a massive cock on a student's test paper. As the perspective shifted downward, my mother was seen wearing a pair of flat women's shoes that exposed a large portion of her instep. Below, she wasn't wearing any underwear, only a plain, knee-length straight skirt, the hem of which aligned perfectly with her knees. On her legs, she wore a pair of matte, flesh-toned mid-calf socks, the tops of which were just hidden beneath the skirt's hem. With even the slightest step, the sock tops would become visible—a rather old-fashioned style of dressing. The straight skirt had been pulled up to the top of her thighs, with her lower body completely concealed by the office desk, hiding the view from the students. Inside her pussy and asshole, wired vibrators were inserted, with two pink wires extending from her pussy and asshole to the tops of her mid-calf socks. Two pink remote control handles were inserted straight into the outer sides of the sock tops, held firmly in place by the elasticity of the stockings. As long as my mother remained standing still, her outfit appeared perfectly normal. However, the moment she took a step, the two pink vibrator remotes would become fully visible to the students through the gap between the skirt's hem and the sock tops. The vibrator remote on her left leg was already set to the highest intensity, while her right hand was placed on the remote switch of her right leg, turning the dial to the highest setting. The AI-generated caption read: "The unsatisfied, hypocritical teacher gets herself off in front of her students."
My hand moved faster and faster along my shaft, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
The third photo was from the Class 3, Senior Year group chat. In the original photo, my mother was wearing a black women's blazer on top and black women's trousers below, with her feet clad in flesh-toned short stockings and black flat shoes. She stood on the podium, pointing at Liu Yang, likely reprimanding him. Liu Yang hung his head in resignation, accepting the scolding.
After being altered by AI, the photo no longer showed my mother standing on the podium. Instead, it depicted her crouching on the floor, tiptoeing with her legs spread open, hiding behind the lectern as she deep-throated Liu Yang. Her eyes were glazed over, and a trail of semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, forming a white line on the floor. Liu Yang remained in his lowered-head posture, but his expression had shifted from resignation to excitement. I glanced at my mother's crotch—she was still wearing the same trousers, but the zipper design at the front had been fully unzipped, exposing her pubic hair and pussy to the air. The flesh-toned short stockings she had been wearing on her feet were now stuffed into her pussy, being forcefully thrust deeper by Liu Yang's foot. The AI caption read: "The seemingly strict female teacher gets a facial during class."
My cock was trembling uncontrollably, the cum inside me feeling as if it were about to erupt at any moment. I hurriedly opened the final photo.
The last photo was from the "School Outstanding Teachers" exhibition wall, specifically from Teacher Sun Xiudong's section. It was a group photo of outstanding teachers, featuring twenty educators in total, with only two women—my mother and Principal Yan. The twenty teachers stood in two rows, with the two female teachers both wearing the teacher's uniform set from the day of the city leaders' inspection. As a special privilege, they stood in the very center of the front row. Everyone smiled toward the camera for the group photo.
The scene shifts to the AI's perspective. From the AI's viewpoint, it shows a group photo with everyone's backs turned. In the center of the photo, the female teacher's skirt is neatly tucked into her waistband, revealing a pair of firm, bare peach-like buttocks exposed to the air, with two straight legs trembling slightly. Countrous tally marks are drawn on the inner thighs of both individuals. I carefully count them—Principal Yan has 12 tally marks on her inner thighs, while Mom has 16. Mom's hands rest on her slightly swollen lower belly, from which semen continuously flows out. Meanwhile, the other male teachers in the photo uniformly give a thumbs-up to the camera. AI: "A Celebration Banquet for Outstanding Teachers."
A thick stream of semen erupts from the tip of my penis, some of it even splattering onto my phone screen. I stare at the screen, panting heavily, slowly calming the fire of desire raging within me. Once I've cooled down, I quickly grab tissues to clean up the mess around me.
"Was that fun?" I text Brother Jie, my tone icy cold.
"Don't be mad. I just said earlier that Teacher Sun is too rigid, and life is like a dance. I'm just helping out!" Brother Jie's tone is full of amusement.
"I'm warning you, don't get any ideas about my mom, or else..." I feel a sense of helpless rage, not knowing Brother Jie's true identity, so I can only use the harshest words to intimidate him.
"Alright, alright, I'm scared, I'm scared. I promise, as long as your mom doesn't come looking for me, I won't lay a finger on her!" His tone is slightly exaggerated, and it's clear Brother Jie isn't taking me seriously. Still, hearing this assurance, my heart settles a bit. My mom would absolutely, positively never seek him out on her own.
"So, what do you want this time?" Brother Jie never initiates conversations without a purpose. Every exchange is goal-oriented. I'm also quite surprised—if Brother Jie is the one reaching out, it might make gathering clues much easier for me.
"That sow from last time got really excited playing with you, but with us... she's always picky. Do you have any other good ideas? I'll try them out on the sow." Brother Jie seems genuinely inviting.
"No, I'll let you know if I think of something later." I notice Brother Jie used the word "us"—Big Brother Jie would never make such a basic mistake! Combined with the tone of the conversation earlier, "!!!!" The person I'm talking to now is Little Brother Jie. I start to regret it. Earlier, because I was afraid it was Big Brother Jie, I was overly cautious and said very little, so I didn't gather many clues. I can only stall for time, leaving an opening for future conversations.
"Alright, let me know when you think of something. Oh, by the way, I'll send you the prize from the last game in a couple of days." Brother Jie is referring to the button-guessing game from before. I guessed three correctly, and he promised me a video of Principal Yan being disciplined.
"Okay." A free video is a free video—no reason to turn it down. Maybe I can uncover more clues from it.
After ending the exchange with Brother Jie, I lie back down on the bed. "I've been too exhausted lately. Since the teachers are going on a group trip in a couple of days, I'll find some buddies to play a few games of basketball and relax." That's what I'm thinking. Lately, I've been tired both physically and mentally—it's time to take a break.
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