Strategies for Mother
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 33: Teacher Tang
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33: Teacher Tang - My mother obviously didn't expect me to do such a bold thing. Her eyes widened instantly and she stared at me in surprise. My upper body was almost sticking to my mother's body. I pressed my penis with my right hand and pressed it hard on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, venting my desire happily. After a long time, I felt a sense of emptiness. My mother pushed me away, then quickly pulled out a tissue, frowned, and wiped the semen on her legs in stockings with a look of disgust. After t
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
I was so nervous that I farted three times. I don’t know if it was because my mother found out that I was masturbating or because I farted. I just felt my face getting hot and embarrassed.
My mother’s cheeks were flushed with anger. She stared at me with wide eyes. After a moment of silence, she couldn’t hold it anymore and laughed out loud. My tense heartstrings relaxed and I also laughed foolishly.
My mother put away her smile, pretended to be serious, and scolded in a tender voice: “Don’t laugh!”
I was startled and didn’t dare to laugh anymore. However, the tense atmosphere was gone, and the scene seemed a little funny. My right hand was still in my crotch, holding my half-soft penis, and thick semen shot into my pants, a big sticky lump.
I looked at my mother carefully. Her expression was cold, but I guess she didn’t know how to scold me. After a stalemate, I slowly pulled my right hand out of my pants and gently rubbed it on my pants.
My mother frowned and scolded, “Where are you wiping it? Is it dirty?” As soon as she finished speaking, she probably regretted it. Her face turned blue and red, and she scolded sternly, “Go back to the room! What a virtue!”
I felt like I had been pardoned. I didn’t care about the stickiness in my crotch and fled back to the room like a fly. Although it was a bit embarrassing at the end, the process was still quite exciting. Thinking of my mother’s dumbfounded, ashamed and angry expression when she saw me masturbating at the last time, I didn’t know why I felt comfortable in my heart.
Since that day, in order to prove that my mother’s treatment was effective, I redoubled my efforts to study, my mentality improved, and my grades also improved significantly.
Half a month passed like this. During a mock exam, I was concentrating on doing the test paper with my head down. Suddenly, I felt someone standing next to me. I instinctively turned my head and looked over. Teacher Tang, the invigilator, was standing next to me, looking down at my test paper. She looked at me and waved her hand, indicating that I should not be affected by her and continue to do the questions.
After school in the afternoon, Teacher Tang stopped me at the entrance of the corridor. I stopped and looked back at her in confusion. Teacher Tang caught up with me and walked out of the teaching building with me. She smiled and asked me: “I see that you have performed well recently. Your test scores have improved. Has the psychological pressure been relieved?”
“The psychological pressure is less than before.” I said truthfully.
Teacher Tang glanced at me with a strange smile on her face, and asked with a little doubt: “Why have the scores of other subjects improved, but only the English scores have remained the same?”
I deliberately did a bad job in English. I had some small thoughts, but I couldn’t explain it to Teacher Tang. After thinking for a while, I suddenly stopped and looked her up and down, with a puzzled expression on my face.
Teacher Tang was confused by me, so she stopped, looked down at herself, and asked in confusion: “What’s wrong? Is there anything on me?”
I pretended to be surprised and said: “Teacher Tang, I suddenly found something.”
Teacher Tang frowned and asked in confusion: “What’s the matter?”
“You have lost weight!”
Teacher Tang was startled when she heard it, and then pretended to be calm and asked back: “Have you lost weight? Why can’t I see it?”
I nodded vigorously: “Thin, thin! One hundred percent thin.” In fact, I was not deliberately complimenting her, she really looked thinner.
Teacher Tang shook her collar with her hands and said to herself: “Well, it seems that the clothes are a bit too big.”
I asked with a smile: “Do you know how I sent you a letter saying that you have lost weight?”
Teacher Tang glanced at me and couldn’t help asking: “How did you know?”
“It’s mainly because you look younger than before. People look younger when they are thin. I can see it from this.”
Teacher Tang blushed slightly, bit her lips subconsciously, couldn’t help but smile, then coughed lightly, and said: “Ling Xiaodong, you are really good at talking. No wonder so many girls like to be around you.”
I smiled bitterly and shook my head: “I’m popular with women, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Teacher Tang snorted and sneered: “I said you were fat, but you were still panting.”
I frowned and said dissatisfiedly: “I praised you for being thin, and you said I was fat.”
“Hey~!” Teacher Tang patted me on the shoulder lightly and scolded me in a stern manner: “You are so disrespectful, how dare you joke with the teacher.”
As we were talking, we walked out of the school with the crowd, and I suddenly saw my mother’s car parked across the street, and she was leaning against the car window, wearing a pair of frog-eye glasses, with her hands on her chest, looking at me expressionlessly.
I didn’t expect my mother to come to pick me up. I couldn’t help but feel happy. I smiled and said to Teacher Tang: “My mother is here to pick me up. I’m leaving first.”
Teacher Tang looked over along my line of sight, frowned slightly, and asked: “Which one? Is the one leaning against the car your mother?”
“Yes, that’s my mother.”
Teacher Tang said with emotion: “Your mother is so young.”
I smiled: “You are also very young.”
Teacher Tang glared at me, but I didn’t care. I said goodbye and ran to my mother. I asked happily: “Mom, why are you here?”
My mother didn’t answer me, but asked: “Who is that woman?”
“Which one?” I didn’t react for a while.
“The one who was standing at the school gate and talking to you just now.”
“Oh, that’s our English teacher.”
Mom thought for a moment and suddenly said, “Oh, Teacher Tang, no wonder she looks familiar.”
I was surprised and asked, “Do you know Teacher Tang?”
Mom shook her head and said, “No. But I asked your class teacher about her last year.”
I was stunned: “Why do you want to ask about her?”
“Your English grades are so bad, of course I have to find your English teacher.” After a pause, mom whispered, “But there were too many troubles last year, and I didn’t have time to take care of it.”
I was afraid that mom would think of unhappy things again, so I quickly changed the subject: “Mom, why did you think of picking me up from school?”
Mom ignored me, opened the car door, and motioned me to get in. I sat in the passenger seat without saying anything. After the car started, I found that it was driving in the opposite direction of my home. I couldn’t help asking, “Mom, where are we going?”
“Take you to see a doctor.”
When I heard this, I was anxious and asked, “Why see a doctor again?”
“If you are sick, you have to see a doctor. You can’t just keep putting it off.”
I was afraid that my mother would not want to treat me anymore. I was panicked and wanted to ask but didn’t dare to.
My mother saw me scratching my head and fidgeting. She seemed to guess what I was thinking and said, “I heard this from a friend. An old Chinese doctor is famous for treating this disease.”
I muttered softly, “Where do you get so many friends to introduce doctors to you all day long.”
My mother glanced at me and said, “Who do you think I am doing this for?”
I quickly shut my mouth and didn’t dare to say anything more. After a while, my mother asked, “How did you do in the exam today?”
“Not bad, the psychological pressure is less, and my performance is normal.”
My mother tapped the steering wheel with her right index finger. I secretly looked at her with my peripheral vision. I always felt that she was a little strange today.
After a long silence, my mother suddenly asked, “Are you familiar with that teacher Tang?”
“Not ... not too familiar.”
“I saw you talking and laughing with her just now, and I thought you were very familiar.”
I looked at my mother with a slanted eye and saw that her expression was calm. I didn’t know why she suddenly asked about Teacher Tang. I explained, “I just often met her when I was jogging in the morning recently. I chatted with her a few more times. I really don’t think I am familiar with her.” Somehow, I suddenly felt that my mother didn’t trust Teacher Tang very much, and even had a little hostility.
I had a good impression of Teacher Tang, and instinctively wanted to defend her, so I added: “Teacher Tang praised you just now.”
“What did she praise me for?”
“She praised you for being young, beautiful, fashionable, good-looking, and stylish.” I exaggerated and said a lot.
My mother glanced at me and said nothing.
“In fact, I think Teacher Tang looks a bit like you, mom.” I don’t know how I got it wrong, I added this sentence inexplicably, but I regretted it as soon as I said it, and hurriedly explained: “Of course, I just feel a bit like you. Whether it’s figure, appearance or temperament, she is far worse than you.”
My mother frowned slightly, stared at me for a long time, and said in a cold voice: “Ling Xiaodong, I warn you, she is your teacher and you are her student, you can’t have any messy ideas about me.”
I panicked when I heard this, knowing that my mother had misunderstood I hurriedly explained: “What are you thinking about? It’s just that when Teacher Tang helped me with extracurricular tutoring last time, I had a feeling that Teacher Tang was a little like you. It’s just a feeling.”
Mom was stunned: “Extracurricular tutoring? When? Why don’t I know?”
“Just ... last time. You rented a house for me near the school, and Teacher Tang happened to live in that community.”
Mom was shocked and stared at me: “She also lives in that community?”
“Ah ... yes.” I felt that my mother’s reaction was a bit excessive.
Mom seemed to want to say something to me, but she opened her mouth several times and didn’t say it. Finally, she drove the car into an old residential building. The building was shabby, like a family building left over from the 1980s and 1990s. In addition, it was dark and the street lights were dim, which looked gloomy.
After getting off the car, I looked around and asked: “The old Chinese doctor you mentioned lives here?”
“It’s here, that’s right.” Mom locked the car door and looked at the surrounding environment. I guess she was a little unsure. But since I’m already here, let’s see it first.
I found the house according to the address. The one who opened the door was an old man in his seventies or eighties with a white beard. The room was dimly lit and full of the smell of Chinese medicine. It felt like a master of medicine.
After entering the house, my mother described my condition in detail to the old Chinese doctor, and I listened to him. I had experienced a lot, so there was nothing embarrassing.
The old Chinese doctor took my pulse, and then gave me some diagnoses of poor blood circulation and deficiency of yin and yang. He asked me to lie on the bed, gave me acupuncture, and finally prescribed several large bags of Chinese medicine.
After leaving, I asked my mother: “Do you think the old Chinese doctor is reliable?”
My mother said: “Which doctor dares to guarantee that he can cure the patient 100%? If he can’t cure it, just treat it as a physical adjustment for you.”
It was getting late, so we found a restaurant on the roadside and had dinner. Today happened to be the day of welfare treatment. I was worried all the way that after seeing the Chinese doctor, would he not touch my thighs. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t ask until I got home.
Fortunately, after returning home, my mother went back to her room to change into home clothes. She was still wearing a black OL suit and ultra-thin flesh-colored pantyhose. She sat on the sofa in the living room and breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, I knew that my mother did not regret it. I couldn’t help but feel happy. I hurried to the bathroom to wash my hands again and again, and came back to sit next to my mother. This is the fifth time. I guess she is used to it. There is no earlier embarrassment. My mother leaned on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.
Since I was caught masturbating that time, I never dared to do it again. But no matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of it if you eat too much. Mom’s beautiful legs in stockings are sexy, tempting, and comfortable to touch, but they can no longer give me the kind of stimulation that rushed straight to my head like at the beginning.
Or maybe, I want to go further and get greater pleasure and stronger satisfaction. But I dare not bring it up, because the desire has been suppressed in my heart for a long time. Tonight, I decided to take a risk and sit next to my mother. Facing the temptation, I didn’t move at all, pretending to be sad.
After waiting for a long time, I didn’t see any movement. If it were in the past, I would have started to touch her up and down. Mom couldn’t help but glance at me, but didn’t say anything. After a while, seeing that I still didn’t move, she couldn’t help but shout: “Ling Xiaodong?”
“I’m here~!” I suppressed the desire in my heart and waited for my mother to speak first.
“Why are you daydreaming?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Oh~!” Mom teased, “You can still think? What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about this ... that ... The effect of this treatment recently doesn’t seem to be very good. It’s just ... how should I put it? It seems to be a little drug-resistant.”
“Drug-resistant?” Mom frowned.
“It’s just ... stimulation, to a certain extent, it’s ... not so stimulating. Do you understand what I mean?”
Mom glanced at me sideways, with a look of confusion on her face.
“How should I put it? It’s just ... I always touch your thighs, and after a certain degree of treatment, it’s a little...”
When I didn’t know how to explain, Mom asked coldly: “Are you tired of touching?”
“It’s not that I’m tired of touching. It’s just ... Oh! I really don’t know how to explain it to you. You are so smart, you should understand what I mean, right?”
Mom snorted, “I don’t understand. Since you don’t know how to explain it yourself, then you should think about it first.” After that, Mom got up and walked out of the living room.
I was anxious and asked, “Where are you going?”
My mother sneered, “Aren’t you drug-resistant? I’ll change your medicine.”
“No ... change ... change medicine? You...” I was speechless for a moment and could only watch my mother walk into the kitchen.
After a while, a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted from the kitchen. It seemed that the change of medicine my mother said was really to boil Chinese medicine for me to drink. I don’t know if my mother did it on purpose. Don’t be too careful.
After a while, my mother came over with a bowl of black Chinese medicine and put it in front of me. I looked down and the strong smell of Chinese medicine hit my nose. I frowned and asked with disgust, “Do you really want to drink it?”
My mother stared at me and asked, “I worked hard for a long time, and you don’t want to drink it?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll drink it, I’ll drink it.” I picked up the bowl, blew a few breaths, then pinched my nose and drank the medicine in one breath. I felt sour and astringent in my mouth, and bitter tears were about to fall.
Seeing my bitter face, my mother stuck out her tongue and panted, and couldn’t help laughing, and then said: “After drinking, go back to the room to review.”
“No!” I was anxious, and stood up and asked: “You ... just ... you won’t help me cure my illness?”
“Haven’t I boiled the medicine for you? This is to help you cure your illness.”
“But ... just ... just like that?”
“What else do you want?”
I frowned and said with a wronged look: “I waited for four days, I didn’t just ... you also...” I didn’t know how to tell her, I was a little incoherent.
Mom sneered, “Didn’t you just say that you have drug resistance?”
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