Chapter 71: You Are My Princess
Chapter 71: You Are My Princess
What woman doesn't care about her age? When I spoke of Teacher Chu Ning, I was, in a way, speaking directly to the insecurities buried in my mom’s heart.
Age was the wall standing between us. My careless words had unwittingly scattered thorns across the path I was treading to win her body and soul. I watched her now, staring blankly at the documents on her desk, her expression distant and fragile. I couldn't suppress the surge of protective longing inside me. I stepped forward and pulled her into a gentle embrace once more.
Mom didn't push me away. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she leaned her head against my waist.
"Xiao Yuan... Mom is so tired..."
Hearing her whispered confession made my eyes sting. I thought of the years she’d spent exhausting herself for the Group and our family, the weight of my father’s utter lack of responsibility, and the forbidden desire I harbored for her. My heart ached with a dull, rhythmic throb.
I felt lost. If I kept pushing, would it lead to a beautiful union where our hearts finally met? Or would I just end up causing her irreparable damage?
I squeezed her tighter, wishing I could physically merge her into my own body, to shield her from everything.
Suddenly, tears began to fall uncontrollably. I leaned down and pressed a deep, lingering kiss between her brows. "Mom," I whispered, the words spilling out of their own accord, "I’m here. I’ll stay with you."
*
Since that kiss in the office, life had settled back into a deceptive calm.
Neither of us brought up what happened that night. Perhaps, in Mom’s mind, that kiss on her forehead was nothing more than a son offering comfort to a weary mother.
She seemed to have taken my advice to heart, though. She restructured her workload, carving out more time for herself and for the home. Our relationship grew more harmonious by the day. She returned to being that gentle, intellectual mother figure, no longer twisting my ears or giving me the cold shoulder at the slightest provocation.
But as my time with Mom increased, my private time dwindled. I hadn't seen Song Yu in days; the opportunity just hadn't presented itself.
Maybe she felt "neglected," because she’d stopped reaching out as much. I felt a twinge of guilt—after all, she’d fallen because of me—but I also felt a mounting sense of urgency. A beauty that delicate was practically served on a silver platter; I couldn't let the prize slip away just because things had stalled.
Lunch breaks were my only reprieve. Every day, once the other students cleared out, I’d head to Teacher Chu Ning’s office. We’d lose ourselves in each other, a frantic, desperate coupling that usually lasted through the first two periods of the afternoon.
Being both my English teacher and my class teacher made it easy for her to suppress any record of my truancy.
Our relationship was white-hot. We were inseparable, constantly finding new ways to spice things up. Sometimes I’d have her sit in my lap, her body joined with mine while she explained English test questions in a trembling voice. Other times, we’d sneak into the girls' restroom during the lunch rush. The thrill of potential discovery, the raw exposure of being outdoors—it made us both sink deeper into the addiction of our taboo, teacher-student affair. I almost wanted to scream it to the world.
I eventually found out that Cao Yun dropping her off that day was a fluke. Her BMW had been borrowed by a classmate, forcing her to rely on him for a ride—a coincidence that Mom and I just happened to witness.
As for my little sister, she was living at school now. She’d only called me once, and when Mom and I went to visit her, the little girl collapsed into my arms, sobbing her heart out. As a "sister-spoiling demon," it killed me to see her like that. If Mom hadn't been standing right there, I probably would have ended up holding her in a way that wasn't exactly brotherly...
My relationship with Chen Xiao remained as steady as ever. We spent at least half an hour on the phone every night to keep her satisfied. Between our studies, seeing each other in person was difficult, so I’d frequently direct her through masturbation sessions over WeChat video. Watching the pussy juice spray from her little slit, blurring the phone’s front camera, made me want to teleport to her house and fuck that supple ballet dancer into a stupor.
Over the past few days, every time I looked at Mom’s stunning face, I’d find myself drifting back to that wet dream.
But our actual relationship was as placid as still water. It was frustrating. I wavered constantly—should I confess? Or would that suddenness ruin our bond forever? I was stuck, forced to keep playing the role of the dutiful son.
Sometimes I envied the protagonists in those mother-son incest novels. They were so reckless, taking what they wanted by force without a second thought, easily capturing their mother’s heart and body through sheer dominance...
Before I knew it, the National Day holiday was approaching. And my maternal aunt was finally due to return to the country.
*
Late that night, in my bedroom, I was on a video call with Chen Xiao. I’d instructed her to prop her phone up on the bed, front camera facing up, and then told her to crouch directly over it.
Once she had her tender, hairless pussy aligned with the lens, I made her move up and down in a cowgirl motion, hovering over the phone.
On my screen, I watched her use her fingers to pull apart those reddened labia, revealing the glistening pink flesh and the dark, inviting depths of her vagina. My cock was already a rock-hard pillar in my pants.
Every time I thought about her mother, Yu Lian—the icy, prestigious Deputy Secretary of Wanghai City, a woman I’d only seen on the news—and how I’d trained her precious, "good" daughter into this little slut, a massive wave of dark satisfaction washed over me.
Chen Xiao’s body rose and fell rhythmically. Her wet, vivid orifice zoomed in and out on my screen, looking exactly as if she were straddling my waist, swallowing my cock over and over. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.
"Oh... ohhh... mmm..."
Her moans were syrupy and breathless, the kind of sound that makes your skin crawl with heat.
"Yuan... Yuan, I'm going to... ahhh!"
She let out a sharp, piercing cry. The fingers that had been prying her pussy open suddenly clamped down on her erect clitoris, rubbing it in a frantic, blurring motion.
Squish, squish, squish.
With a series of high-pitched, wanton squeals, her pale thighs began to quiver violently. A thick gush of clear pussy juice erupted from her twitching hole, drenching the camera lens until the image was nothing but a milky blur.
She thought: I want him to see exactly what he does to me, I want him to taste it through the glass.
Watching those crystalline droplets on the screen, the pulsing contraction of her young pussy, and hearing her melodic, ragged gasps, I felt a desperate urge to lick the screen.
I took several deep breaths, fighting back the urge to blow my load. A drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood, after all. I rarely masturbated; in my mind, my cum belonged inside a woman’s womb. It shouldn't be wasted.
Chen Xiao rested for a long time before finally picking up a tissue to wipe the lens clean.
A faint, playful smile played on her lips. She sat back on the bed, legs spread wide, still keeping the camera aimed at her crotch. She traced a single finger over her damp, tender pink folds, rubbing the knuckle shallowly against the opening.
"Little glutton," I teased. "Still not full?"
Breaking from her usual submissive persona, she brought the camera closer to her slit and gave me a wicked look. "Don't you want to lick it?"
"Ugh..." My throat constricted. "Next time I see you, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."
"Heehee." She wasn't intimidated by my threat at all. "If you're so tough, come over and fuck me right now..."
"You—!"
I was about to retort when a sudden knock sounded at my door.
I instantly lowered my voice. "Gotta go, baby. My mom’s here."
"Fine..." Chen Xiao’s face fell instantly. She didn't hang up immediately, staring at me with big, resentful eyes.
I blew her a kiss through the screen. "Bye, babe."
I gave her an apologetic look and hurriedly ended the call.
"Mom?" I called out loudly. "Is something wrong?"
"Can I come in?" she asked from the other side of the door.