After dinner, I lay on my bed playing with my phone. Mom was in the living room reading a novel, just like yesterday.
I picked up the phone Wang Mu had given me, thinking about what to send. What would Wang Mu say?
"Bitch." After thinking for a while, I sent a message to Mom in Wang Mu's tone.
"What's up? Thought of another fun game?" Mom didn't deny it; instead, she accepted the term.
"Tomorrow, wear stockings and a short skirt, bring a larger fake dick, and when you're in class, insert it and masturbate until you squirt. Record a video and send it to me." I tried to be concise, using the simplest words to convey my purpose, afraid that saying too much might make Mom suspicious.
"This time it's so intense? Sounds like tomorrow will be especially exciting. What about the style of clothes and stockings?" I could even sense a hint of anticipation in Mom's reply.
"No requirements." After sending this message, I quietly cracked open my door to observe Mom's expression in the living room—no change at all, still as serious as ever. Alright then.
After assigning the task, I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the phone Wang Mu had given me, I realized it was the key to peering into Mom's hidden depths, and the first tool that allowed me to communicate with her under a different identity. Reading her simple replies, I felt an inexplicable emotion welling up inside me.
The next day at school, the long-dormant group chat with my close friends suddenly buzzed with activity.
"Holy shit, guys, I don't know what's gotten into Ms. Sun today, but she's dressed incredibly hot."
"Yeah, seriously stunning. I even secretly took a photo." With that, a picture of Mom was shared. In the photo, she was wearing a black leather skirt that ended about 10 cm above the knees. It was a normal skirt, but with Mom's long legs, it looked like a miniskirt. On her legs were a pair of elegant, high-quality gray tights—or were they stockings? She wore 6 cm black pointed-toe high heels. Her top was a classic combination of a blouse and a blazer, with a delicate scarf tied around her chest. Overall, due to Mom's long legs and the short skirt, it gave off a "disappearing bottoms" vibe.
"So beautiful... I wonder if we'll ever get to see such a once-in-a-lifetime sight again." The group continued to marvel.
I put down my own phone and took out the one Wang Mu had given me, sending Mom a message: "Start now." Mom replied with an "OK" emoji.
I was in class, waiting for the video to come through. Beep, beep—just then, Mom sent the first clip. The video began with Mom setting up the camera under the lectern. Thanks to the long focal length and wide-angle lens, everything from her waist down was clearly visible. "Class, start working on the problems. If you have any questions, ask the teacher," Mom announced. As soon as she gave the order, the classroom fell silent, leaving only the soft scratching of pencils on paper. That's when Mom began to move. She spread her legs toward the camera, and just as I had suspected, she wasn't wearing ordinary tights. Instead, they were gray, open-crotch pantyhose, about 50 denier thick—opaque enough not to show skin, except for the opening that offered a glimpse of her fair, smooth thighs. Beneath, she wore a pair of gray lace panties. They weren't lingerie-style, just regular panties with a lace design, perfectly matching the gray stockings. The panties were worn over the tights—stockings first, then panties. Mom had clearly thought ahead about how to remove the panties, already soaked with her arousal. "Teacher, I have a question about this problem," a student called out from below the lectern, and the first video abruptly ended.
Ding, followed by Mom's second video, likely sent after she finished answering the students' questions: Mom first pulled her panties down to her knees, then took a silicone dildo from her handbag—about 5 cm in diameter and 18 cm long, looking quite thick and imposing in her hand. She then began stroking and rubbing her labia with her fingers, pressing the dildo's head against her clitoris with slight pressure, warming herself up. As she continued, her pussy gradually grew wet, and through the microphone, I could faintly hear her breathing becoming heavier. Next, Mom slowly aligned the dildo with her entrance and inserted it, probably afraid of losing control if she pushed it in all at once. I watched as her pussy was slowly stretched open by the thick dildo, the pinkish-black slit gradually widening, with her plump, glistening labia slightly turning outward. Then, gripping the base of the dildo, Mom began thrusting at a steady pace, her legs trembling slightly with each movement.
After pleasuring herself for a while, Mom seemed to crave more stimulation and switched to a shallow-deep thrusting technique—first teasing her entrance with shallow strokes, then plunging deep into her core for intense pleasure. This method clearly heightened her arousal, and before long, her body reacted strongly. Her legs stretched taut toward the depths of the lectern, trembling and spasming from her thighs down to her calves, followed by uncontrollable, erratic shaking of her feet—she was climaxing. Slowly, Mom pulled the dildo out of her pussy, the entrance still slightly agape from the recent orgasm.
The second video ended.
"That's it? She didn't even squirt," I messaged Mom. She hadn't completed my task, and I was curious to see if she'd go even further.
"Not enough yet, wait," Mom replied. Ten minutes later, the third video arrived.
The third video picks up right where the last one left off. After a brief rest, Mom picked up the dildo again and thrust it into her pussy. This time, however, no matter how much she stimulated herself, it seemed she couldn't reach that peak of pleasure. Frustrated, she pushed the dildo forcefully into her pussy several times, but there was still no sign of an orgasm. Mom probably realized that simple thrusting alone wouldn't make her squirt, so she slowed her movements slightly, took off both high heels, and placed her size-36 stocking-clad feet flat on the podium.
With the entire dildo buried inside her, there was still a small gap at the very top of her pussy. Mom picked up one of her high heels and positioned the toe against that tiny opening, as if measuring something. Suddenly, as if she'd figured it out, she pushed the toe into the gap, sliding half the front of the shoe inside. As the heel entered, her arousal seemed to flare up again. Watching the video, I was utterly shocked. It already seemed incredible to me that Mom's pussy could take such a large dildo, but apparently, that wasn't her limit. A 5cm-diameter dildo plus a size-36 high heel stretched her pussy into a wide, gaping shape—a kind of extreme insertion I'd only ever seen in hardcore Western porn. I never imagined… Mom…
As I was lost in thought, Mom, still unsatisfied, picked up the other high heel and began using the heel to torment her swollen clit, like a lustful slave being stepped on by a domineering queen.
"Teacher, the last multiple-choice question…" A student's voice came through in the video.
"Change the requirement in question two to…" Mom answered calmly, her voice betraying no emotion. But beneath the desk, the scene was anything but calm. With her left hand, she pushed the heel of the high heel and the base of the dildo, thrusting them forcefully into her pussy again and again. In her right hand, she held the other high heel, grinding its heel harshly against her clit.
Above the desk, Mom continued explaining, "Change the second condition in the question to another ancient poem… Mmm~… Carefully… analyze the poem…" Under the intense stimulation from below, her voice could no longer remain steady and began to tremble. "The emotion in this line of poetry… Ah!…"
As she answered, the contractions in her pussy—stuffed with the dildo and high heel—grew stronger and stronger. Her pussy seemed to sense the overwhelming pleasure, clamping down tightly on the two massive objects. Suddenly, her pussy clenched violently. Mom quickened the pace of her right hand tormenting her clit, her stocking-clad legs kicking wildly beneath the desk before stiffening and spasming, her thighs splayed wide open. A stream of fluid sprayed out uncontrollably from her pussy, like a broken showerhead—some splashing onto the floor, some pooling inside her high heels.
While answering the student's question, Mom squirted!! If it weren't for the phone Wang Mu gave me, I would never have had the chance to see this lewd side of my mother.
Mom cleaned up the mess on the floor with tissues, then slipped her feet back into the high heels soaked with her fluids. She wiped the wetness from her pussy with her panties.
"That was absolutely thrilling. Did you watch the video? While I was answering questions just now, the entire class was watching me. I climaxed right under their gaze! The feeling of being mentally undressed by the students was just incredible! Let me know if you have any more good ideas." After sending the video, Mom followed up with this message.
"Put your panties in the first locker of the sports equipment room," I commanded. After completing everything, I slumped into my chair. Only then did I understand what Wang Mu meant by "the other side of people." I began to try controlling them from the perspective of a master.
I placed Mom's panties, soaked with her fluids, in front of Wang Mu. "You lost," I said to him.
"Hmm... How does it feel?" Wang Mu didn't seem surprised by his loss, as if he were pondering something.
"It feels... quite unusual. The sensation of standing from a god-like perspective and controlling others... it's wonderful." This time, I didn't lose my temper. Instead, something unknown stirred within me. I was gradually beginning to understand Wang Mu's mindset—the thrill of holding people in the palm of your hand and manipulating them was truly addictive...
"Did you feel a bit of what it's like to be a 'god'?" Wang Mu spoke while wiping away two tears that had fallen from his eyes.
"So even 'gods' cry. Have you ever felt what it's like to be 'human'?" I asked, looking at Wang Mu, whose eyes were now slightly reddened.
"This is probably the first time I've ever failed in my life. I tried again and again to control you, but I couldn't do it. I tried to lure you into the abyss with lust, but that didn't work either. Until now, I thought you would hesitate in this final game and eventually break down in hysterics. Yet, I failed again. You understood my thoughts and rose to the same level as me. Still, I want to thank you—for letting me taste failure for the first time and for making me shed tears for the first time. This feeling is strange, and it's also quite painful..." Wang Mu's expression was complex, impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad.
"You're just a coward afraid of failure. In the end, I won, didn't I?" Looking at Wang Mu's conflicted expression, I felt no emotion stirring within me. Wang Mu claimed to be a god, claiming to control everything, but in reality, he was just afraid of others escaping his grasp. He feared failure, avoided it, and in the end, his illusory bubble burst, leaving nothing. Admittedly, after viewing things from Wang Mu's perspective, I too began to feel the desire to control others. "I must try to restrain this desire, releasing just a little when necessary..." I thought to myself.
"Make Liu Yang break up with Fu Qinghan, and don't let Liu Yang continue using Brother Jie's account anymore. From now on, if my mom has any requests, you must tell me. Finally, explain the whole story of this matter to me." I made my demands as the victor to Wang Mu, whose expression had gradually turned numb.
"Alright, a bet is a bet! I'll agree to all your requests. From now on, I'll inform you of anything related to Teacher Sun. As for the whole story about Teacher Sun, it's too complicated to explain in a few words. Take a look at this." Wang Mu said, pulling out a USB drive. "Everything is in here," he added.
"I've been thinking, and I don't believe I can be considered a complete failure. After seeing Teacher Sun's lewd side, can you still look at her with the same mindset as before? After experiencing control over others, can you truly free yourself from that desire? I think pulling you into this abyss of desire doesn't count as losing." Wang Mu straightened up and said to me.
I'm not sure how I'll view my mother in the future, nor do I know if I can escape this abyss of desire called "control." Right now, I just want to understand the whole story from beginning to end. "Don't worry about it. A loser should know their place," I said, snatching the USB drive from Wang Mu's hand and looking down at him.
"..." Wang Mu fell silent. After the blow of failure, he had clearly lost the arrogance and mockery he had when I first met him.
I left Wang Mu alone to ponder his life and walked out of the equipment room, heading home alone.
After dinner, I locked my bedroom door and quickly plugged in the USB drive. "Everything is here."
Opening the drive, I found it densely packed with files, each labeled by date and time. There were roughly over 5,000 folders.
I opened the first folder labeled "2006.05.20." May 20, 2006? This date... it's my parents' wedding anniversary!! I suddenly remembered and hurriedly pulled up the digital backup of my parents' wedding photos on my computer. The shooting date in the bottom right corner clearly read: Taken on May 20, 2006.
Inside the folder were three videos. I opened the first one, and a sense of foreboding washed over me. "Is he knocked out?" a woman's voice came from the video. Following the camera's view, I saw a woman in a pure white wedding dress. It was my mom! At 28, my mother was so beautiful and captivating, every smile and gesture enough to mesmerize anyone. Huh? I rewound the video a bit. I think I saw... my dad!!!! My dad was lying on a nearby sofa, fast asleep.
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