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September marked the beginning of the school year, as well as the end of hottest month of the year. However, this year in Jinghua City, the heat surpassed previous years.
At Jinghua No. 1 High School, in the second year class, a mature and voluptuous woman was teaching the students.
This woman's name was Xia Shuting, a woman who ignited uncontrollable desires in every man, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman in every move. Her ample bosom was tightly wrapped in a black uniform, and the row of buttons appeared delicate, making one worry they might burst open.
Moving downward, her slender waist, delicate and fragile, perfectly complemented her high and round buttocks. These flawless curves were irresistible to any man. Although her long legs were not exposed, their length alone was enough to imagine their elegance and perfection. This devilish figure not only ignited passionate desires but also engulfed men in burning lust.
Although her delicate figure was completely concealed by her teacher's uniform, merely glimpsing her exquisite face brought satisfaction. Her unadorned delicate face resembled a perfectly crafted work of art, exuding beauty, grace, tranquillity, and elegance. Any word used to describe her would not be an exaggeration. She was a woman without any flaws. The best of best in the world.
Perhaps the only flaw, if it could be considered one, was her dressing style, which was excessively conservative, deeply hiding the body that could drive people insane. Perhaps only her husband could appreciate it.
In fact, aside from her husband, another man had rode over her mature and perfect figure. That person was her son, who had been missing for six months.
Initially, that man had enticed her into masturbation, gradually evolving into oral sex, and eventually vaginal sex.
To be honest, she didn't hate that man, after all, he was her own son. But the taboo of mother-son incest was something she, as a teacher, couldn't accept.
Just as she decided to confess everything to her husband and put an end to this farce, her son disappeared. This nearly pushed her to the brink of collapse. He was her only son, and if she were to lose him forever in this lifetime, she didn't know how she could go on living.
She had thought more than once, if time could turn back, would she still choose to leave that early morning? Would she leave that note for her son? If it weren't for those words she said before leaving, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But then again, if time could truly be reversed, or if her son hadn't "died", would she tell her husband about this incident?
Yes, after her son's disappearance, she had originally planned to confess but chose to conceal it instead. She lied to her husband, and he still had no idea what had really happened. In her view, since her son was "dead," there was no need for her husband to know about these things.
Time in the classroom quietly passed as she lost herself in her thoughts, until the dismissal bell rang, bringing her back to reality.
"Never mind, there's no use thinking about these things now."
If she could truly make a different choice, perhaps she would passively endure her son's abuse. Xia Shuting didn't know if she could choose silence and compromise regarding the rape. But at the very least, she would never handle the situation by telling her husband and leaving home.
Shaking her head, Xia Shuting glanced at the playground, where lively children filled the space. How she wished her son could be among them. He must be just as lively.
Sighing, Xia Shuting turned around, preparing to leave the classroom. However, a figure behind a big tree on the playground caught her attention.
She couldn't help but squint her beautiful eyes and strain to see. Although it was blurry, that figure resembled her son in her heart.
Without hesitation, Xia Shuting turned and rushed out of the classroom, heading towards the playground.
***
"Did you see my son?"
When Xia Shuting ran to the shade of the big tree, there was only a skinny boy sitting there, enjoying the coolness. Xia Shuting grabbed the boy's shoulder and asked.
"Xia... Xia Teacher..."
The boy was a bit bewildered. As a member of the school, he certainly knew who Xia Shuting was. She was the recognized goddess of the whole school. Now, she was so close to him and even grabbing his shoulder. Such 'intimate contact' made it difficult for the boy to speak clearly.
"I'm asking about the boy who was here just now."
Xia Shuting asked again, using a different approach. She just wanted to find that person as soon as possible.
"Ah... he went that way."
Xia Shuting's repeated questioning finally woke the boy up from his confusion. In order to leave a good impression on his goddess, the boy answered without hesitation.
Satisfied with the answer, Xia Shuting ran in the direction pointed out by the boy, without even having time to say thank you.
But for the boy, that was enough. Being an ordinary student and having a conversation with the goddess teacher of the whole school was like a dream come true.
Xia Shuting kept running without stopping, afraid of not catching up with the person she was looking for. She ran for more than ten minutes, until she was breathless and covered in sweat, before she had to stop.
"I still didn't catch up."
Xia Shuting stood in place, murmuring dazedly.
Then her eyes gradually turned red, tears filled her eyes. The pain of losing her child for half a year suppressed her emotions, and she silently cried.
Even though she knew this person couldn't be her son, she just wanted to see him, to see this person who looked so much like her son, and find a trace of her son in him.
Even Xia Shuting had some fantasies, fantasizing that the person she was looking for was her son, but in the end, she missed him.
Xia Shuting cried for a while, venting her emotions, and then turned and left.
But as she turned around, two meters in front of her, there was a note on the ground.
"Weird, it wasn't there when I arrived."
Xia Shuting was puzzled. Although she had run all the way here, she couldn't have missed a note on the clean ground.
However, adhering to the principle of protecting the campus environment, Xia Shuting picked up the note without hesitation. But when she saw the first line, Xia Shuting froze, her tender fingers covering her lips, and her just calmed emotions couldn't be suppressed again as tears flowed incessantly.
"Your son is not dead!"
Seeing this big line, Xia Shuting couldn't regain her composure for a long time. Her first reaction was disbelief.
However, she couldn't afford not to believe it because besides her and her husband, others thought that their son had transferred schools. The only people who knew about their son's disappearance were the two of them.
Xia Shuting suppressed her excited emotions and continued reading.
"But he dares not come home. He knows what he did wrong before. Even if he comes home, he will be driven out, right?"
Xia Shuting understood the meaning of this sentence. If her husband knew about the things between her and her son, indeed their father-son relationship could be severed, and it was highly possible that he wouldn't be allowed to enter the house. But she didn't tell her husband at all.
"So, he would rather wander outside alone. As long as he can occasionally see you all from a corner, he is satisfied."
"During these six months, he experienced a car accident and went through terrifying torment. He has no way to tell you about these things. Now, as long as he sees you all safe and sound, it's enough for him."
"Finally, he is indeed still alive. You can treat him as an unfilial son who ran away from home."
Upon reaching the end, Xia Shuting broke down.
Accident, torment - these two words struck her heart deeply. She couldn't fathom the extent of suffering her son had endured, she couldn't imagine. But the accident was all too clear to her. If her son had truly experienced it and both she and her husband were absent, how desperate he must have felt.
Tears flowed incessantly as Xia Shuting could no longer hold back. She fell to the ground, hating herself for being so heartless. If she could start over again, she would rather be under her son every day, allowing him to play with her body as he wished, than let such a thing happen.
"Xiaofeng, where are you? Come home quickly, Mom misses you."
With her grief-stricken face covered, Xia Shuting's tears streamed through her fingers as she called out loudly.
"I never told your father, he doesn't know about it. Please come back."
In this moment, how she wished her voice could reach her son, how she longed to tell him she would choose to keep the secret.
However, only her own voice echoed around her. Perhaps this secret would remain buried forever in her heart.
But in a corner she couldn't see, a man's stern face broke into a smile.
"It's time to go back."
With a smile, the man finished speaking and disappeared at the end of the road.
***
Returning home from work, Xia Shuting set down her briefcase and collapsed onto the sofa, motionless. She didn't even react when her husband came home.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
Li Guo looked at his exhausted wife and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. The grief of losing a child had nearly broken him, a grown man, let alone a woman.
"Wife, it's not your fault. The child was just being playful and got lost on his own. You shouldn't blame yourself."
Li Guo comforted his wife, still thinking that their son had disappeared by himself, unaware of the fact that their own biological son had violated his wife.
"I'm... fine. I'll go make dinner for you."
Xia Shuting managed to force a smile and got up to walk into the kitchen.
Watching his wife's back, Li Guo shook his head helplessly.
During this time, the couple had barely emerged from the shadow of losing their child, but their smiles had diminished significantly. If it weren't for their daughter, Li Xueqing, who often took time off from abroad to accompany them, perhaps they wouldn't have had the courage to go on living.
Li Guo had been suffering from insomnia lately, relying on medication to fall asleep. He blamed himself for not being home often and failing to fulfil his duties as a husband and father.
Turning his gaze to his son's room, it was tidy and cleaned by his wife every day, yet it lacked its original occupant.
Meanwhile, Xia Shuting absentmindedly chopped vegetables in the kitchen, reminiscing about the time when her son was still there.
She remembered one time, right in this spot, her son had hugged her from behind, thrusting his hot, rigid cock between her legs, grinding it restlessly against her pussy. In order to avoid her husband's discovery, she dared not resist, and could only choose silence and endure.
From that moment on, she became more and more sensitive, crossing boundaries she once had, becoming more tolerant, from simple acts like handjob to eventually being raped.
Moreover, if it weren't her own son who violated her, she might have truly submitted. After all, throughout that entire night, she was pinned down by her son domineeringly, who seemed to never be satisfied. He freely rode on her back, driving his dark and thick cock to the depths of her core over and over, and repeatedly injected his scorching semen into her womb, as if he wouldn't stop until he etch his existence inside her.
And apart from her initial resistance and resilience, she even willingly accommodated her son's violation as time went on. This led Xia Shuting to momentarily believe that she was a wanton woman, essentially an unsatisfied and lascivious person.
This belief persisted until her son went missing for a long time, gradually fading away. In an attempt to confirm this, Xia Shuting had actively sought intimacy for a consecutive week. However, whether it was due to the many years of married life that had dampened her emotions or because of the shadow of her son, every time she tried to be with him, just seeing his limp thin meat made her give birth to a feeling of repulsion and disappointment, leading her to stop the act before even starting. This brought some relief to Xia Shuting's inner self, at least proving that she was still a dignified and virtuous woman.
If only her son were still here, how wonderful it would be for the family to be together, happy and content.
But if her son were to return and try to violate her once again, how would she respond?
Would she choose to submit beneath her son's dominance, or would she confess?
Xia Shuting knew that confessing to her husband was no longer an option; she didn't want to repeat past mistakes. However, she couldn't bring herself to moan in submission beneath her son either. But was there a third option?
Xia Shuting couldn't think of any other solution, so she simply stopped pondering. What use was there in thinking about these things? Even if she came up with a third option, her son had already disappeared.
Shaking her head, Xia Shuting earnestly began cooking.
However, at that moment, the front door was suddenly knocked upon.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Xia Shuting turned to look at her husband, who was preparing to change his clothes. But his eyes were filled with the same confusion.
No one usually comes home at this time. Who could it be?
Wiping her hands, Xia Shuting walked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"
There was no response from outside, only the repeated knocking.
"Maybe it's the property management or a neighbour. Open the door, I'll go change my clothes."
"Oh, alright."
Without thinking much, Xia Shuting walked up to the door and opened it.
In an instant, disbelief spread across Xia Shuting's face. She covered her lips with her trembling hands, almost bursting into tears.