Mom picked up another aqua-blue, form-fitting dress, slipping it down from her neck. The first hurdle was her chest. She had to tug hard on the hem to get it past her breasts. When she got to her waist, the dress was caught again by her full hips. She could only grab the sides of the dress and wiggle her hips from side to side to finally get it on.
Once dressed, Mom gave her clothes a simple adjustment. She looked at her reflection in the mirror with great satisfaction. She then turned to check her backside, mainly to check her plump rear. She discovered that the usual panty lines were absent, leaving a smooth, seamless curve. Mom was immensely pleased and muttered to herself:
"This little devil really knows how to pick clothes."
After getting dressed, seeing her beautiful self put Mom in a great mood. She happily walked to her vanity and began to comb her hair. After combing it, she gathered it at the back of her head and secured it vertically with a golden clip.
Mom wasn't wearing any makeup, but she was beautiful enough. Having just showered, her face was still flushed, as if she had applied a light layer of blush, making her exceptionally charming and alluring. Her perfect, curvaceous figure with her large breasts and full hips, her noble and charming face, and her elegant hair piled at the nape of her neck. As her child, even after seeing it a thousand times, I still felt Mom possessed an unparalleled allure, a perfect tool for seduction that could tempt one into crime.
After leaving the room, Mom saw Chen Le sitting on the sofa playing on his phone, wearing only a large pair of beach shorts. Her anger flared up instantly. "Didn't I tell you to get dressed properly? Why are you still shirtless?"
"Hey, Auntie Lin, I'm wearing shorts, aren't I? We're at home, not outside. Why be so formal?"
"You... you... This is my house, not yours! Go put on a shirt and change your pants. Honestly, what kind of student are you, just wandering around your teacher's house in a pair of oversized shorts?"
After hearing this, Chen Le unhurriedly stood up and walked towards Mom. Mom subconsciously spread her arms slightly, preparing to step back. "What are you doing?"
"Auntie Lin, what are you so nervous about!"
He walked up to Mom, put his hands on her slender waist, and said, "Auntie Lin, you're wrong. This isn't your house."
"Not my house? Don't tell me it's yours, hmph!"
"That's not right either. It's our house now."
"Hmph! Shameless, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Mom was incredibly flustered by Chen Le's words. She lowered her head, pouting as she retorted, her small face flushed red, her chin almost touching her chest.
Chen Le just smiled and said nothing. The hand on her waist started to wander again, sliding down from her waist to the middle of her full hips, where he gave a squeeze and said:
"These panties are really nice. I bought them right. They feel so good even through the dress, it's like you're not wearing any at all."
Mom slapped his hand away. "Take it off."
"Alright, fine."
With that, Chen Le went back to the sofa and started playing on his phone, putting on a calm facade. Inside, his heart was pounding. He could tell from Mom's tone that she was genuinely angry.
Looking at Chen Le sitting on the sofa with a wronged expression, Mom wondered if she had been too harsh. It seemed she had forgotten that her student had just groped her ass. The old her would probably have called the police by now.
Mom cautiously walked over to Chen Le and poked his arm with her finger.
Seeing Mom's timid demeanor, Chen Le decided to keep up the act. He continued to look down at his phone, completely ignoring her. Mom, in a sharp tone, said softly, "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back soon. Are you hungry? I'll buy some groceries."
Only then did Chen Le look up and reply, "Where are you going?"
"Oh, just don't ask about it. Are you hungry or not?"
Mom thought to herself, she couldn't very well tell him she was going to the pharmacy to buy pills because she was afraid of being creampied by her student and getting pregnant.
"The beautiful teacher is going to buy groceries and cook for me? Of course, I'm willing. Who could refuse being served by a gorgeous, curvy teacher with big breasts like you?"
Chen Le deliberately emphasized the words "curvy," "big breasts," and "served," testing Mom's reaction.
"You little devil, you don't act like a student at all. Nothing but filth comes out of your mouth."
With that, she walked towards the door to change her shoes and leave. Just as Mom was about to open the door and go out, Chen Le shouted, "Rourou, wait a moment."
This change in address from Chen Le caught me off guard for a moment. No one in our family had ever dared to call Mom that, not even Dad. Mom turned back, staring at Chen Le in a daze.
Chen Le went into the room, took out a large denim jacket, walked over to Mom, and draped it over her shoulders. "I don't want my Rourou going out looking so beautiful for other men to admire."
Mom was still frozen in place, unable to process Chen Le's "Rourou." That was a name only her grandfather had called her when she was a little girl.
The act of Chen Le draping the jacket over her shoulders pulled Mom back to reality. She immediately grabbed Chen Le's ear and said, "How dare you call your teacher by her nickname? Don't you have any respect for your elders? I'm twenty-two years older than you! How dare you call me by my nickname!"
Chen Le's ear was throbbing with pain from Mom's pinch. He quickly apologized, "Ow, ow, ow! It hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't call you that again, I won't!"
Seeing Chenle wince in pain and apologize repeatedly, Mom's heart softened. She let go of his ear, looked at the jacket on her shoulders, and said:
"It's the middle of the day, why are you giving me a jacket?"
"I told you, I don't want my Rourou going out looking so beautiful for other men to admire."
"Whose 'Rourou' are you talking about..."
Mom was suddenly flustered by Chenle's "my Rourou." She retorted, "Whose yours, you pervert?" But then she reacted again, grabbing Chenle's ear once more. "You're calling me that again? Are you tired of living?"
"I was wrong... I was wrong... I really won't call you that again... It hurts, mercy!"
Chenle begged for mercy again, but it was clear Mom wasn't going to let him off so easily this time. Not only that, she increased the pressure. "Let's see if you dare to call me that again!"
"I won't, I really won't! It hurts, it hurts!"
Only when she saw that Chenle was genuinely in pain did she let go. Chenle's expression instantly shifted from pain to a cheeky grin. "Alright, alright... I won't call you Rourou. How about I call you 'wife'? Okay, wife, your husband is waiting for you at home to cook for me."
Seeing that Chenle hadn't restrained himself at all but had become even more brazen, Mom was furious. She reached out to give his ear another hard pinch.
Chenle quickly dodged, then pushed and shoved Mom out the door. Before closing it, he didn't forget to wave. Standing outside, Mom watched the door slam shut with a "bang," feeling both angry and amused.
She had actually been called by her nickname by a little brat the same age as her son, and he even had the audacity to call her his wife. She thought about the male teachers at school and the men who tried to chat her up on the street, how they could barely speak a coherent sentence in front of her. Yet her own student dared to tease her so shamelessly. But then she remembered how he had fucked her senseless on the bed and in front of the vanity, and she realized there was probably nothing he wouldn't dare to do. Thinking about this, combined with Chenle's calls of "Rourou" and "wife," her face turned so red it could have squeezed out water.
After Mom left, Chenle looked at his own cock, which hadn't softened at all. Thinking about how Mom had reacted when he called her "Rourou" and "wife," a bold idea formed in his mind.
Chenle walked to the balcony of Mom's room and faced Teacher Qin's bedroom:
He let out a few "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk" sounds.
At first, I didn't understand what he was doing. It wasn't until two minutes later that I saw Teacher Qin, naked, on her hands and knees, crawling on the floor. She was holding her big, slutty ass high in the air, her large breasts swaying. With her signature collar around her neck, a silver chain dangling from it, she crawled towards Chenle. Only then did I realize that Chenle was calling a dog, calling his slutty bitch.
After Teacher Qin crawled to Chenle's feet, she wiggled her big ass and rubbed her face against his calf, cooing,
"Master, your little bitch has crawled to see you."
Chenle squatted down, sandwiching Teacher Qin's head between his legs, his cock pressing directly against her lips. "My little bitch is the most obedient."
Teacher Qin said proudly,
"Of course! Your little bitch is very obedient. She's Master's most, most, most obedient sex slave."
After saying that, she gave Chenle's crotch a light peck, then took the other end of the leash from her neck, holding it up with both hands and presenting it to Chenle.
Chenle took the leash that Teacher Qin offered with both hands. He led her, making her crawl two laps around the balcony before pulling her into Mom's room. Then, Chenle sat down on the edge of the bed.
Teacher Qin, understanding her role, adjusted her posture, kneeling between Chenle's legs. She looked up, gave his glans a few light pecks, then stuck out her tongue to circle around it, before taking it all the way into her mouth, deep into her throat. The sensation was so intense that Chenle cried out, "Oh, so good! The little bitch's oral skills are getting better and better."
As he spoke, he patted Teacher Qin's breasts and gave them a couple of strokes. Pleased by her master's praise, Teacher Qin said with a proud look on her face, "Your little bitch watches the blow job tutorial videos Master sends her every day and practices with an eggplant!"
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