Sinful Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - I'm Zihan, the model student: top of my class, class monitor, and a "good boy" in every sense of the word. My life is a straight-A report card, my only failing grade being my crippling timidity around girls. That was until Sam transferred into my school and, by some twist of fate, became my desk mate and a guest in my home. Sam is my complete opposite—confident, and effortlessly at ease with everyone, especially women. Under his wing, I start to shed my awkwardness
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Heterosexual True Story Mystery School Workplace Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Rough Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student
After seeing Li Xiaojun off, we boarded the bus home. Back in our neighborhood, walking with Sam, many people glanced at the black guy but didn’t seem particularly surprised. After all, Linhai City is an incredibly inclusive place—it doesn’t matter if you’re a local or an outsider, white or a “nigga,” a class elite or a laid-back slacker. Linhai embraces it all, just like Gotham City, where crime and kindness coexist.
“Zihan, now that the exams are over, I’ll show you something good tonight,” Sam said firmly. “ ... What is it?” I asked curiously, though I had a vague idea of what he meant. Part of me resisted, but another part felt anticipation.
“Hehe, you’ll find out tonight,” Sam said, putting on the airs of a worldly sage as he strode ahead proudly.
“Pfft, what’s so great about that?” I thought to myself, giving him an international gesture in my mind.
When we got home, Mom was busy in the kitchen, and the familiar aroma of home-cooked food wafted over. This, I thought, is what home means.
“Mom, we’re back,” we tossed our backpacks onto the living room sofa. “How did the exams go?”
Mom walked over with concern. Today, she was wearing a white floral-patterned loungewear set—a loose-fitting top and pants. Her long legs kept the trousers perfectly straight, making her appear exceptionally tall and elegant.
Her jet-black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders. Despite the loose clothing, it couldn’t conceal her fuller bust, which stretched the fabric into two distinct, angular peaks.
“I think I did alright,” I said with a smile. “I feel pretty good too,” Sam chimed in, grinning at my mom. “Oh? No one’s lying to Mom, are they?”
Mom smiled gently, like sunshine breaking through a field of flowers. “No,” I replied. “...” Sam remained silent until I glanced at him, prompting him to snap back to attention. “Mom, I might not have done well in math and Chinese, but I’ll work harder,” Sam said, just as I expected—head bowed, looking like a child who had done something wrong, filled with regret.
“It’s okay, Sam. It’s your first time taking this kind of exam, so it’s understandable. Just do better next time,” Mom said cheerfully. Thankfully, I felt I had performed well myself.
“Alright, go wash your hands and take a break. Here, the fruit on the table is a reward from Mom,” she said, rising and heading toward the kitchen. There was something subtly alluring about her walk—not intentional, but undeniably graceful. In her speech and movements, she exuded a certain charm, especially as she stood up and walked away from us on the sofa. Her tall figure, paired with the loose pants, couldn’t hide the curves of her full, rounded hips.
What am I thinking? That’s Mom...
I shook my head vigorously and got up to wash my hands in the bathroom. Afterward, Sam and I enjoyed the fruit on the table while watching TV. There’s nothing quite like such simple, happy moments.
After dinner, Sam and I returned to our bedroom. Before long, Sam said he needed to discuss something with Mom. I turned on my computer, relieved that the exams were finally over and I could relax for a while. As I thought about starting high school, I realized it was time to develop my own interests and hobbies. “Wang Zihan, you have a talent for writing. You should try your hand at essays. I’ll take you to the national writing competition,” I remembered my middle school Chinese teacher saying gently to me. Speaking of her, she was a woman in her forties, reminiscent of the movie star Ni Ping—gentle as water. That was the impression she gave as my middle school Chinese teacher. She also had an exceptional figure, with a full bust and flawless, delicate skin. It was said her husband was a real estate tycoon. She often wore skirts and black stockings to class. My Chinese grades were excellent, and she took a liking to me. Sometimes, when I visited her office alone to ask about assignments, she would lean in close, her breath carrying a fragrant scent as she explained writing techniques. It was the first time I realized a woman’s scent could be so sweet, stirring an inexplicable itch in my heart. Those were my memories from three years of middle school. To be honest, she was my enlightenment teacher. My feelings toward her were indescribable, a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite put into words.
But I digress. Yes, I now want to carry on and develop the advice my middle school teacher gave me. I want to wield my pen, to write essays and novels.
Since I don’t have a strong physique like Sam, I must have a strong mind to write my own life story.
I searched many websites online, browsing through numerous URLs, but none satisfied me. Just as I was worried that Sam might return and see what I was looking for, and was about to shut down the computer, I was drawn in by the name of a website. I clicked on it.
“ccnncc.com”—no extra colors, just a simple combination of a black background with red text. “Welcome to ccnncc.com. If you are a minor, please exit the webpage immediately. If you are 18 years or older, click here →” I’m still a minor, but taking a look shouldn’tt be a big deal, right? Driven by curiosity, I clicked on the link.
After a while, the website finally loaded a bit—why do I say “a bit”? Because it seemed a bit laggy to enter this webpage.
But I could still see some things. “Welcome to ccnncc.com, where books from all over the world are gathered. Please register and log in.”
The background of this webpage was truly captivating, featuring various beautiful women, and they were naked, striking seductive poses. This instantly made my face flush, stirring some kind of impulse inside me.
From all over the world? That’s explosive. Excitedly, I followed the steps to register.
Username: Blue Green (Username available)
After filling in my QQ email, my phone vibrated shortly after. I opened it to see an activation email, but it required a payment of $5 or 35 RMB. This made me hesitate—could it be a phishing site? Why would registration require money?
I still paid the 35 RMB and completed the registration.
I continued looking at the computer. After logging in with my newly registered account, the content inside caught me completely off guard.
There were sections for e-books, videos, movies, literary creation, video creation, Europe, Africa, America, and Asia. I clicked into the e-book section, and there were indeed many books, but not the kind I had imagined. Each book was accompanied by images, and those images were rather suggestive. “Mom’s Colleague” featured a Caucasian woman, probably in her forties, with her eyes closed, slightly parted red lips, a seductive expression, and full breasts with erect nipples. Below her smooth belly, a thin, transparent piece of gauze covered her lower body, but dark pubic hair was visible through it.
A white boy who didn’t look much older than me was hugging this woman from behind. The boy was completely naked, with both hands reaching into that dark area.
My hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and I swallowed hard. What kind of website had I entered? This was beyond my imagination. I thought about exiting, but something inside me forced my brain not to.
“Hello, we have detected that you are not using a VPN. For a smoother experience on this website, please use a VPN before browsing.”
A line of red text popped up. VPN?
Do I need to bypass restrictions to browse this website?
I do know about VPNs—I’ve used them before to download games from Japanese websites when playing on the computer.
But my VPN had expired. I clicked the cancel button on the prompt.
Before long, the page started showing garbled characters—looks like I really needed a VPN to browse it.
I checked the time. It was almost 10 p.m., and Sam still hadn’t returned to the bedroom. That was even better for me to finish up these things.
I opened my phone, renewed my VPN subscription for another six months—usable on both my computer and phone.
After connecting to the VPN, I refreshed the webpage. The page loaded again, showing that I was logged in from North America since I was using a U.S. server.
However, all the options had switched to English. Although I could roughly understand some of it, it was still quite troublesome. Fortunately, there was a language switch option at the very top. I clicked on “Chinese,” and everything converted back to Chinese characters.
The e-book section indeed had many e-books, but they were all paired with incredibly tempting images. I clicked into the literary creation section. “Welcome to the Literary Creation Zone. Share your own literary works, and book lovers from around the world will reward you. We will charge a certain handling fee as platform operating funds. Thank you for your understanding and support.”