When we arrived at the doorstep, the driver reluctantly bid us farewell—or rather, my mom. The three of us clumsily hauled the luggage into the house, and then, tactfully, I retreated into my own little room, not wanting to disturb my parents' private time together.
Sitting at my desk, I couldn't help but ponder Wang Sen's actions and what exactly my mom wanted. I had thought I already knew enough, but now it seemed I had only scratched the surface.
"Rustle... Tsk..." I was staring blankly at the remote control for the vibrator in my hand when faint, rustling sounds drifted in from outside my door. I could guess what my parents were up to in the living room.
"Swish... swish..." The noises grew louder and more frequent, piquing my curiosity. Driven by the urge to see what was happening, I cracked my door open just a sliver to peek into the living room.
Through the narrow gap, I saw my mom crouching in the entryway, giving Dad a blowjob! His luggage was scattered haphazardly on both sides of the door, and he hadn't even taken off his coat before indulging in Mom's special service. These two were really in a hurry, weren't they? As I thought this, Mom kicked off her high-heeled sandals with a clatter, leaving her white-stockinged feet flat on the floor. The pale silk stood out starkly against the gunmetal-gray tiles, like a scoop of creamy ice cream accidentally dropped on the ground. Then, she reached down to hike up her skirt, quickly rolling the short skirt up to her waist, revealing her lower body clad in white pantyhose. The material of the stockings was clearly high-end, and the parts soaked with her arousal had dried, returning to their opaque state. Crouching on the floor, Mom gently rose onto the balls of her feet, spreading her legs at a 45-degree angle to avoid Dad's legs—and coincidentally, this was exactly the direction my door faced. In other words, she was now positioned with her legs spread wide open, facing me directly, exposing her entire lower body to my view without any obstruction!
My mother's expression completely captivated me, and I couldn't look away, continuing to stare intently. "Mmm... mmm..." Mother worked diligently, using her mouth and tongue to please Father, her head bobbing incessantly between his legs as she licked his cock as if savoring some rare delicacy. Father, meanwhile, closed his eyes in contentment, enjoying his wife's service. The two of them made almost no sound; the only noise in the living room was the soft, wet sounds of Mother eagerly sucking his cock. But because her movements were so vigorous, what should have been a quiet space was filled with these increasingly prominent sounds. As she continued, Mother's hands began to wander. Slowly, she pressed her fingers through her pantyhose against the opening of her pussy and her labia. Her slender fingers perfectly covered the entire slit of her vaginal opening, with the pad of her middle finger pressing against her clit. It must be said—Mother's hands seemed tailor-made for female self-pleasure! Her middle finger began to move, the tip pressing insistently against her vaginal opening while the pad massaged her clit. Before long, the previously dry crotch of her pantyhose showed faint traces of moisture, and Mother's movements with both her hands and mouth grew faster and faster.
"Mmm... mmm... ah~" The stimulation from below gradually spread through her fingers and her intimate area, and Mother couldn't hold back soft moans from escaping her lips. One finger clearly wasn't enough to satisfy her, so she added her index finger. Both fingers, still through the pantyhose, continuously probed her pussy, while her long, spread legs in white stockings trembled uncontrollably.
"Mmm!!!!!!!!" As Mother's oral movements gradually sped up, Father clearly couldn't withstand the stimulation any longer. A faint, almost inaudible sound escaped his lips before he suddenly pressed both hands against Mother's head and thrust his entire cock deep into her throat.
"Ah... mmm... ugh..." Though Mother usually appeared fierce and full of fighting spirit, in this situation, how could a woman like her withstand a grown man's sudden assault? Like a helpless sex toy, she was thrust deep into her throat by Father. Instantly, she was overcome with intense nausea and dry heaving, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't resist the invasion of Father's cock and could only passively accept it all. From my perspective, Mother's eyes went blank from the deep throat penetration. Whether from lack of oxygen or pain, her eyes slowly lost focus, rolling back until only the whites were visible. Saliva streamed uncontrollably from the edges of the round opening stretched by Father's cock. Father glanced at Mother's expression, satisfied, and pulled his cock out.
"Huff... huff... you jerk!!" Mother angrily pounded on Father with her small fists. Because she was crouching, she couldn't reach his chest and could only pretend to hit his stomach. Father looked somewhat embarrassed and gave an awkward, sheepish smile.
"You brute! Did it feel good?" Mother looked up and asked Father.
"Mmm..." Father scratched his head, still a bit embarrassed.
"Mmm!!!!!!" Upon hearing this, Mom took Dad's entire cock deep into her mouth once more, actively performing deep-throat oral. She had somewhat adapted to the rhythm of deep-throat, moving it in and out. Mom's hands weren't idle either—the pleasure from the meat rod in her mouth was, after all, somewhat intangible. True pleasure had to be created by herself. She directly spread open her pantyhose and inserted her right hand inside. The earlier masturbation through the pantyhose had been completely unsatisfying, like scratching an itch through a boot—it only further stimulated her desire, making her unable to stop. From my perspective, there wasn't a large bulge in the crotch of her pantyhose, which meant that a significant portion of Mom's right hand was stuffed inside her pussy, leaving the exposed part unable to push out the fabric of the pantyhose. Could it even be... that Mom was masturbating with her fist? She bent her wrist, working hard to push her fist deeper into her pussy, her knuckles stretching it into an irregular hexagon.
Squelch... squelch... "Mmm... ugh..." Mom worked both above and below, her fist plunging into her pussy with wet, rhythmic sounds. Her pussy was like a well filled with lewd fluids, being mined by her fist, splattering everywhere. Whenever she tried to moan or make a sound, she suddenly remembered the meat rod firmly lodged in her throat, preventing any noise from escaping—only faint, guttural murmurs could be heard.
Such a sensual, erotic, and lewd scene was unfolding right before my eyes, and the leading lady was none other than my mother. I couldn't tear my gaze away, wanting to take in every detail. A beautiful mother in white pantyhose, legs spread wide, crouched at the entrance of the hallway, passionately deep-throating the meat rod before her, her lower body stuffed full with her own fist. Her lovely legs trembled uncontrollably from the intense pleasure, yet she had to brace herself firmly to maintain balance...
"Mmm... ah~ I... ah" A stream of incoherent words spilled from Mom's mouth. Her legs, no longer under control, shook wildly in all directions. With a thud, she soon lost her balance and half-knelt on the floor. In this position, she had to hunch over to keep her fist inside her pussy while straightening her swan-like neck to ensure Dad's cock didn't slip out. Such a pose was probably only possible for Mom, who had studied ballet.
"Ah...~ husband... I... want~... ah~" Muffled, unclear words slowly escaped Mom's lips. Before she could finish, her mouth produced only faint moans, no longer forming coherent sentences. Immediately after, her white-stockinged legs contracted wildly, her feet curling tightly together, clamping her fist firmly between her thighs. Her pussy strained to its fullest, tightly gripping the fist inside. The once dry, opaque white pantyhose were once again soaked through with lewd fluids, this time even more intensely than before.
"Honey, I'm going to cum! Mmm..." Dad could no longer resist Mom's deep-throat stimulation. With both hands, he pressed Mom's head firmly against his crotch. Mom struggled symbolically, but it was futile. She could only let Dad thrust his hips and release all his semen deep into her throat. At the same time, her legs, which had been tensed and clenched for so long, finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. Her body stiffened to its limit before being completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy.
"Ugh... Ahhhh..." Mom pushed Dad away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Then, arching her back and tilting her head, she let out uncontrollable moans. The semen that had been shot deep into her throat now flowed out in thick, continuous streams. Silver and white liquid trickled from the corners of her mouth, down her neck, and into her cleavage. With a wet sound, Mom pulled the fist she had stuffed inside her pussy completely out. After a brief pause, her previously curled-up body suddenly exploded open. Her hands pressed against the floor behind her, her feet pressed together, her legs spread wide, and her hips lifted high, trembling and shaking uncontrollably.
"Husband... move... away... ah...!" Mom used the last of her strength to utter these words before her hips surged upward like a fountain. The final barrier beneath her—the white pantyhose—could no longer withstand the onslaught of her fluids. A gushing stream sprayed through the stockings, drenching Dad's entire calf as he failed to dodge in time. His neatly pressed trousers were soaked through.
"Haah... huff... huff..." Mom gasped heavily after her climax. "Husband, that felt amazing... I want more~" Regaining her senses, Mom realized she had been too loud and lowered her voice slightly, casting a seductive glance at Dad.
"Let's go back to the room..." Dad scooped Mom up in a princess carry and headed toward their bedroom, leaving a trail of fluids behind. I quickly closed my door, not wanting them to discover me in such an awkward situation...
With a click, they locked their bedroom door, and all sounds from inside vanished. Coming back to my senses, I realized the erection between my legs was as hard as steel...
"Wang Sen..." I murmured his name as I lay down on the bed. Tomorrow, I would have to face this man head-on. Compared to when I faced Wang Mu before, I didn't feel the same overwhelming pressure. My mind was much calmer now—perhaps this was a sign of growth. However, Wang Sen was far more dangerous than Wang Mu...
I drifted off to sleep at some point and woke up early the next morning. Tiptoeing out of my room to meet Wang Sen, I noticed the luggage by the entrance had already been taken away by my parents, and the floor had been thoroughly cleaned—likely after their intense session yesterday. I pressed my ear lightly against my parents' bedroom door. It was quiet inside, confirming they were still asleep. Quickly, I slipped out of the house to keep the appointment. I was already familiar with the Shanghai Road area. Following the address on the business card Wang Sen had given me, I arrived at what looked like a photography studio.
I walked slowly to the door, but before I could knock, it was gently pulled open. Wang Sen stood there with a familiar smile, gesturing for me to follow him with a polite "please." Inside the studio, there was no one else but the two of us. Large areas of the equipment and furniture were covered in dust. Without a word, I followed him as we walked slowly through the place. The old-fashioned studio clearly hadn't been used in quite some time, and the wooden stairs creaked loudly underfoot, the sound piercing the silence. Before long, Wang Sen led me into a room that resembled a screening room. Surprisingly, the furniture here was exquisite, showing no signs of age. Two sofas faced a projection screen, and a teapot sat neatly on the table between them. Wang Sen settled comfortably onto one of the sofas and motioned for me to take a seat.
"I truly admire you. When I was your age, I wasn't as capable as you are," Wang Sen said, pouring himself a cup of tea before filling one for me as well.
"Do both you and your father enjoy such polite formalities?" I teased, accepting the tea he handed me.
"Hahaha, alright. You're just like Teacher Sun—impatient. Let's get down to business then," Wang Sen chuckled, brushing off the remark as he turned to switch on the projector.
"Which one do you think is the real Teacher Sun?" he asked, posing the question before turning his gaze to the screen.
The projector began to slowly rotate, and gradually, a woman appeared on the screen—a pregnant woman!!?? A pregnant woman dressed in a queen's outfit: black leather jacket, black stockings, and black knee-high boots! My gaze traveled upward, following her attire, until it landed on her face.
It was Mom!!!!!!!!
She looked incredibly young. The photos continued to play, and the scene shifted to a classroom. Mom was seated on the podium, while a dozen or so students in school uniforms sat rigidly upright in their seats below. The next photo showed rows of immature students, completely naked, each sporting an increasingly large erection, lying on the ground as if awaiting inspection by the queen-like mothers.
Just as I was about to say something, Wang Sen gestured for me to stay silent and keep watching. The images on the screen immediately shifted to another scene. The woman in the photo was still the pregnant woman—or more precisely, the pregnant mother. In this photo, Mom was wearing a plaid miniskirt, a yellow twin-tail wig, knee-high black stockings, and a pair of 8cm black high-heeled shoes. Her makeup was done in a Japanese gyaru style, and she wore a black mask over her mouth. To anyone looking, she appeared to be a Japanese gyaru-style older sister, but the enormous pregnant belly created a stark sense of dissonance.
As the photos continued, Mom was seen standing at what seemed to be the entrance of an examination hall, rummaging through her bag as if about to pull something out. Looking further, it became clear that what she was about to retrieve was a nearly 20cm-long vibrator. Could it be?? Was she planning to masturbate right at the entrance of the exam hall, in full view of everyone? The camera then zoomed out....!!!!!!!!!!!!??
Second High School?? The sign at the school entrance clearly read: Jinhai City Second High School—2005 High School Entrance Examination Center!! In other words, Mom was dressed like this to do something in front of the middle school exam candidates and their parents? The photo slideshow abruptly ended. Countless thoughts raced through my mind as I turned to look at Wang Sen.
"I can tell you that these two sets of photos were taken no more than three days apart. Which one do you think is the real Teacher Sun?"
"..." I was speechless.
"I have never been as intensely interested in any woman as I am in Teacher Sun. She defies conventional understanding. Whether she's an S or an M, whichever identity brings her sexual desire and pleasure, she can become that identity. She can be a lofty queen or a bitch, degraded to the dirt. She is pure—purely chasing pleasure and desire."
"So what?" I didn't understand what Wang Sen was trying to convey.
"So, Teacher Sun and I made a bet, but that's a story for later. Right now, I invite you to watch the videos behind these two sets of photos." Wang Sen pressed the play button on the remote in his hand.
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