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In the days that followed, I moderated my behaviour considerably. Besides my daily routine, I added a new item—taking medication on time.
To avoid any lingering effects, I temporarily shifted my focus away from my mother. Every day, I took my medicine, exercised, and aimed to recover as quickly as possible.
My 'good behaviour' during this time completely relaxed my mother. She thought her words from that night had a positive effect, leading me to repentance.
My father, on the other hand, believed I had just hurt myself accidentally. He occasionally checked up on me, obviously hoodwinked by some excuse my mother had provided—a situation that saved me from having to provide explanations.
A peaceful month passed. With my regular exercises, a healthy diet, and a month's worth of medication, I was fully recovered.
Over the month, while my muscles did not feel extraordinarily explosive, their lines were more symmetrical, giving me a more masculine appearance. Moreover, for reasons unknown—perhaps the medication prescribed by the doctor—my physical strength seemed to have improved, making me feel robust and vigorous.
Stepping out of the hospital, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. The shadows of the past month had been swept away. The final medical check-up showed no issues, which only uplifted my spirits further.
When I reached school, it was already time for the last period in the afternoon—a class taught by my mother.
December was gradually getting colder. However, my mother was still dressed in her professional black outfit, a perfect fit for her meticulous teaching style. Even though the school didn't have explicit dress codes for teachers, my mother always held herself to the highest standards.
My schoolmates knew about my beautiful teacher-mother, and they envied me. Even some teachers were exceptionally courteous, making my life quite comfortable at school.
On seeing me enter, my mother nodded and continued with her lecture. My 'well-behaved' demeanour over the past month had reduced her wariness towards me. It seemed she had almost forgotten about the embarrassing incident.
But now that I was fully recovered, it was time for me to regain my influence over her.
The class quickly came to an end, and it was time for school to close. It was our group's turn to clean up.
As my father came to pick us up every day, my mother always left with me. As soon as the class was over, she would start organizing her teaching materials at her desk, waiting for me to finish cleaning. During this time, my father called. My mother told him I was still cleaning, and we would leave a bit later. After hanging up, he continued to wait outside.
It took me about 20 minutes to finish cleaning. By then, my mother had also finished her work. We bid goodbye to the other students and returned to her office together.
There were four desks in my mother's office, indicating four teachers. Her desk was at the back, against the wall.
The desks were lined up on one side, and there was a passage of over a meter on the other side. My mother's desk was large, nearly two meters long. From this position, she could see the actions of the three teachers in front of her unless they turned around.
Looking at my mother sitting at her desk organizing her files, I couldn't help but fantasize about being the one sitting in that chair with her underneath the desk, the thought of which excited me. However, I knew I had a long way to go before my reserved mother would be willing to do anything like that.
After placing her teaching materials on the desk, my mother looked around the office. Except for us, there were no other teachers, and the office door was also closed. Seeing this opportunity, I was delighted.
After sorting things out, my mother stood up, ready to go home. Seeing that I hadn't moved, she asked curiously, "What's the matter? Let's go."
I made a disheartened face and slumped into my mother's chair.
"The check-up results came back today," I said.
At the sound of my slightly hoarse voice, my mother's heart skipped a beat.
"How did it go?"
"The doctor said that although the external injuries are healed, the vas deferens hasn't fully recovered..."
After speaking, I hung my head as if feeling very wronged, but inside, I was feeling quite nervous, waiting for my mother's next words.
"What do you mean?"
My mother, being a teacher, didn't have much knowledge in this area.
"It means I might not be able to ejaculate."
"What...? But weren't the previous check-ups all good?"
My mother was a bit surprised. She couldn't understand why things had worsened, considering that the earlier check-ups had all gone well.
"I don't know either. The doctor said it needs to be verified. If I can ejaculate normally, then it means I'm fully recovered. If not..."
My distressed look made my mother a bit flustered.
"Have you tried...?"
"Mother, I've tried, but no matter what, I can't. I was thinking... I was thinking maybe you could help me..."
I interrupted my mother, my head lowered, appearing very aggrieved.
"..."
My mother fell silent, her mind a whirl. What was she supposed to do now?
Seeing her silence, I continued, "Mother, you said last time that you would help me as much as possible."
My mother looked at me, unable to detect any lies, her heart wrestling intensely with the situation.
Time slowly passed by. It was winter and the days were short. It was already starting to get dark.
'My husband is still waiting outside...'
'Should I help him?'
'Using my hand wouldn't cross any personal boundaries, right?'
"Well... okay, I'll help you when we get home."
My mother didn't seem entirely willing, but she wanted to resolve this as quickly as possible.
As long as he can ejaculate, there won't be any problem, and I won't have to help him again...
With this in mind, my mother seemed to relax.
"Can we do it now, mom? I'm in so much pain..."
Going home wasn't my goal. I was stubbornly insisting on getting my mother's help.
"No, your father is waiting outside. We'll talk about this at home."
My mother didn't hesitate before refusing.
"It will be quick, mom."
Whether my mother agreed or not wasn't important to me. I stood up, pulled off my pants, and revealed a massive hard cock which was harder than ever before.
"Mom, look, it might be swollen. It's a lot bigger than before. If I don't release soon, I'm going to be in so much pain..."
I pointed at myself, a standing 18cm long, 4cm wide cock, pointing at a 45-degree angle towards my mother, proving how strong this thick and long cock was.
"Ah! Put your clothes back on quickly..."
"My mother instinctively covered her eyes with her hands. Without hesitation, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, guiding her to sit on a chair.
"Mom, please, it will be quick..." I pleaded.
Using my fingers, I tapped my swollen cock on my mother's arm, smearing the excited fluid releasing from the urethral opening onto her black teacher's coat.
"Why are you so disobedient? You..." my mother began scolding me, but her gaze shifted involuntarily towards the large cock that caught her peripheral vision.
Sitting on the chair, my mother found herself facing my crotch. When she saw my even more impressive and intimidating cock, her words got stuck, and her face was filled with disbelief.
'It's even bigger than before, it's terrifying... If something like that were to penetrate, it could kill someone...' she thought.
My mother, seemingly under a spell, couldn't take her eyes off the close proximity of the large dark cock in front of her. Taking advantage of her distraction, I grabbed my mother's hand and placed it on my own dick.
"I didn't lie, Mom. It's bigger, and it's definitely swollen," I said.
By the time my mother regained her senses, she was already gripping the dark cock in front of her. It was so thick that she could barely hold it with her hand. It was even longer than before, as rigid as holding a steel pipe.
The intense heat made my mother's face blush. Although she had touched it several times before, she couldn't get used to it as a modest mother should.
"Son, let's continue at home," my mother reluctantly suggested.
"Keep going, Mom. We've already started," I insisted.
After a brief standoff between me and my mother, she realized she couldn't resist and gave in.
With her watery eyes, my mother gave me a stern glance, and her soft and delicate hand finally began to stroke the large cock in her grasp.
Originally intending to intimidate me as a mother, she didn't realize how alluring that one glance was, irresistible to any man.
"Mom, use both hands," I instructed.
Standing in front of my mother, watching her stroke me, I couldn't help but revel in the moment. My thick, red glans was right in front of my mother's pretty face, and the dominance of this position filled me with a sense of conquest.
"I've been spoiling you too much!" my mother reprimanded me helplessly. She knew that at this point, there was no stopping me from venting my frustration. Reluctantly, she took both hands and started stroking the cock in front of her.
"Hehe, thank you, Mom!" I chuckled. My mother gave me another stern look and lowered her head, focusing on stroking the enormous manhood in her hands.
The thick cock in her grip was incredibly thick. Each touch evoked a peculiar impulse within my mother, and the intertwined, sturdy veins added a sense of wildness to the large member. It created a rough beauty when paired with its impressive girth.
As she continued to stroke it, my mother's heart began to flutter. Ripples of desire washed over her, eventually converging into a stream that flowed towards her secret place.
Her panties grew damp once again. My mother was both frightened and aroused by her body's response. The wetter she became, the more she longed for it, even though the object of her desire wasn't her husband.
To distract herself, my mother immersed herself in the stroking motion, hoping to divert her attention. As she felt the increasing proficiency of her hands, the pleasurable sensations intensified. Occasionally, my cock, which hadn't been touched in a month, twitched, expressing its excitement.
Time ticked away, and as the sky grew dark, I showed no signs of climaxing. My mother became impatient. "Why aren't you there yet?" she asked, her confusion evident. Normally, it would have happened by now, but there was no indication of impending release.
"It will happen soon, Mom. Keep going," I reassured her, closing my eyes. In reality, I was restraining myself. I had other plans for tonight that went beyond my mother's hands alone.
My mother continued for a few more minutes, but with the nightfall, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you doing this on purpose?" she asked impatiently.
"No, Mom. It might be uncomfortable standing up," I quickly explained.
"Your father is waiting outside," she reminded me, growing anxious. While it would have been fine under normal circumstances, my father was waiting downstairs. My mother just wanted to finish quickly.
"Maybe we can use your mouth. It will be fast," I suggested tentatively.
"What?" she responded.
"Using your mouth," I repeated.
"No!" my mother snapped, anger flaring up at the idea.
"It will be quick, Mom," I persisted, taking a step forward and getting closer to my mother. My red hot glans almost touched her lips.
Instinctively, my mother leaned back, trying to avoid it. I held her head and forced my glans against her soft lips.
Frantically, my mother pushed against my abdomen with one hand, while the other moved the cock to the side of her face. Her eyes, filled with embarrassment and anger, stared at me, as if she were about to say something. Suddenly, the phone rang...