The teacher at that time was the homeroom teacher of the class next door, and if it wasn’t for that, probably wouldn’t have known that there was such an insignificant little person like me. Tutoring was quite prevalent in those days, and teachers often had dozens of tutors divided into small groups of students. The monthly income was very high. The teacher was in her 30’s, had a 5 year old daughter, and a husband who was also a lawyer, and like my father, was very busy and often didn’t come home. Because of the high income, the house was large and nicely decorated, and an aunt was hired to help with cooking and laundry. Every morning with the teacher to work, back from work, evening tuition, a small round table, the teacher always sat next to me, in fact, I was a little bit can not stand, because the teacher’s body perfume flavor, I am a little allergic. But because you can often see the teacher’s cleavage, I have been tolerated. Sometimes there will be fantasies, but the teacher is a teacher after all.
Until one day. I remember it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning when I woke up and got up to use the restroom. When I passed by the teacher’s room, I heard an unusual sound, a woman moaning in a low voice. The door was ajar, and my intense curiosity drove me to peek inside. Through the faint light, I saw my teacher’s legs spread wide open, her hand moving constantly between her legs, while a low moan escaped her mouth. I didn’t know what was happening, I just watched there, dumbfounded It was autumn, it was already a bit cool, and I was only wearing panties. Probably because of the cold, I sneezed.
The voices stopped all of a sudden, followed by a “Who?”. I was so scared, but I didn’t dare run and answered. She turned on the lamp and told me to come in. I was like a child who had done something wrong, my head was lowered and I didn’t dare to look at her, because somehow my dick was sticking out in an indisputable way. She looked at me for a while, and then suddenly asked me in a very gentle voice to go to her bed. I didn’t know what to do, but only complied she dimmed the lamp and told me to lie down. Looking into her eyes, I felt my heart really about to beat out of my chest. Suddenly she kissed me, I closed my eyes and let our tongues entwine with each other, it was very comfortable, really for about that 1 minute or so. At the same time as the lips separated from each other, I heard her heavy gasping breath, as if it was a breath that I hadn’t felt in a long time. (Incest movie)
She started kissing me, kissing my cheeks, kissing my body, and all of a sudden I felt like my body was on fire, never felt like that before. I wanted to do something, but I didn’t know what I was going to do. Instinctively, I reached out to touch her body, to kiss, the smooth skin, round breasts, so we touched each other, kissed each other. I don’t know how long it took, but she spread her legs apart and straddled me, her panties seemingly long since removed. Holding my brother, rubbed a few times in that patch of flowers, felt so wet, especially comfortable.
All at once, she sat down, and almost instantly, I felt warmth, warmth all over my body from that point on, and my body seemed to start melting. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, faster and faster, and the pleasure kept coming. It made me feel as if I was about to die. Gradually, just as I could barely breathe, I felt an unspeakable pleasure. It seemed like the eruption of a volcano, a violent, momentary pleasure. After a moment’s release, she fell on top of me, and the two of them gasped as if a symphony was moving, and the world became so beautiful.
I closed my eyes and felt that gush of contractions from the depths of my vagina, and all of a sudden, my body came back to life. I wanted to exercise, but she seemed to be sleeping, I curled my legs and began the first sprint of my life …… Maybe it was because of that time, I have always had a fascination with female supremacy, and I like to see the confused look, the red face that rises up, and I feel that it best reflects the beauty of a woman, especially the body that rises up forward.
I could barely control myself, it seemed as if the world would collapse without that simple piston movement. Never before had I felt such a feeling, so strong that it could almost grind one’s mind. Insanity was the only word to describe it.
The room echoed with two people moaning. There were no words, just gasps and sounds of pleasure just like that, over and over, repeating the simple motions. I don’t know how many times I went through it, only that by dawn I was too tired to move. We were lying face to face like that, she looked at me, stroked my cheek with her hand and made a soft sighing sound. As always, it was that kind of gentle eyes, I will remember that look for the rest of my life, gentle but with a hint of sadness, look but full of compassion, I think I will remember for the rest of my life fatigue makes me unable to open my eyes, very quickly I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was already in the afternoon, and I was a little scared that I had overslept for the first time and didn’t go to class. The note I saw on the table put me at ease, she helped me to take a vacation.
She came home early that day. As soon as she entered the door, she smiled at me with a big smile. She had a lot of things in her hand and had brought her daughter back. It was rare to see her so happy, she made a lot of food that day, although as always her husband did not come back, but it seems that everyone is very happy. 8:00, I went to bed on time, the bed, I tossed and turned, as soon as I closed my eyes, is the scene last night, it is difficult to fall asleep. A voice in my mind urged me to go to her room, I was at a loss for words, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing. But I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t help myself from heading to her room. She wasn’t asleep, leaning over the bed reading a book.
I didn’t dare go in, I just stood outside the door and stared at her. She spotted me, looked at me, and she smiled, a gentle, innocent smile.
She told me to lock the door and dim the lamp. I got under her covers, fast. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing a silk nightgown, pink in color, and suddenly I had an urge to reach out and fondle her breast, and through the nightgown, I felt it was soft and bouncy. She closed her eyes, enjoying herself, letting me touch her, I could almost hear my heart beating, one by one, as if it was about to jump out. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, as she had done.
After about a minute or two of this, she slowly let go of me. I felt so wet there, after the few minutes I had just had, I could feel her almost woofing. It was just a slight click and my penis slid in, it was so warm that I couldn’t help but start to pump. Just like that, we were facing each other, slowly thrusting. Her eyes narrowed from the pleasure, and grunts escaped her mouth from time to time as I moved. I lifted her legs, long, slender, smooth thighs. She looked so beautiful, it was hard to imagine that I could make love to my teacher in such a way. I was going crazy, completely out of control, and began to stroke and thrust as hard as I could with all my strength. After a moment of dizzying pleasure, I lay powerless on the bed, countless sperm shooting into my teacher’s body. I lay helpless. She looked at me, still with that same look, gentle and affectionate. She stroked my face, muttering under her breath, “It seems like him, it really seems like ……” I just lay there quietly, a little sleepy, very tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze and fell asleep a little while later.
More than ten years later, she’s still deeply in love with him. Even when she saw me for the first time, she was so excited she kind of wanted to cry. She inquired about who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart. But hope often brings disappointment.
In the years after that, we were in touch a lot. Sometimes, would go to her house after class, eat, talk, sex wasn’t the main thing between us, she saw me as her child, her lover, cherished me, educated me. Every time after 9 o’clock, I would go home, because I couldn’t arouse the suspicion of my parents, she had a normal family.