Ever since that chaotic affair in the bathroom, the secret at home has been completely exposed.
During the day, I am still a good son and a good older brother, but at night I follow my hungry prey into my mother's room, or make Shen Youyi moan and groan.
My mother, Zhou Huixin, who is usually stern and unsmiling, has now completely taken off her mask.
The small "routine lunch" provided in the office can no longer meet my ever-growing "productivity" needs.
As soon as the office lunch break bell rang, the entire building fell silent instantly, as if a soul had been ripped from its body.
I found my way to the senior physics office. The door was ajar, and the fluorescent lights inside were stark white. She was the only one there, her back to the door, typing lesson plans on the computer. She was wearing a standard white shirt and black pencil skirt, paired with flesh-colored stockings and high heels, which accentuated her taut curves.
The lock clicked shut with a backhand motion, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the empty space.
My mother shrugged her shoulders and turned around. Before she could even see who it was, I pounced on her from behind like a hungry wolf and grabbed her sweaty waist.
The scent of gardenia shower gel mixed with a hint of sweat wafted into my nose. Without a word, I grabbed her chin and kissed her.
"Mmm..." She let out a muffled groan, gave my chest a couple of symbolic pushes, and her fingertips grazed the fabric of my shirt with a light touch, like a feather tickling. The next second, her soft, warm tongue slid in like an eel, carrying a hint of minty toothpaste.
Their lips entwined, and the soft smacking of water drowned out the low hum of the air conditioner.
I kissed her for a long time, until her cheeks were flushed and her chest was heaving, before I reluctantly let go of her.
He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his hand reaching for his belt, a sly smile on his lips: "Mom, I can't hold it in anymore. Today... shall we get serious?"
She was panting heavily, her eyes misty with tears. But upon hearing this, she seemed to be pricked by a needle, immediately becoming more alert. She glared at me with a mixture of helplessness and reproach: "Come on! How many times have I told you, this is an office! In broad daylight! You want to die, but I don't want to lose my job!"
He tapped my forehead with his finger, the pressure light and airy. "Sit still, just like always."
Tsk, here we go again! With that burning anger rising within me, I muttered to myself, about to launch into a few more words—
"Knock knock knock!"
The knock was crisp and decisive.
"Report!"
Both of them jolted.
The spring water in Mom's eyes instantly froze into ice shards, and panic surged through her body like an electric current.
She shoved me hard in the chest: "Hide! Quickly!" Her voice was very low, with an urgent command.
I glanced around quickly and decided that the sturdy, heavy desk in the office was the most suitable.
There's plenty of space under the desktop, and there's a partition in front.
I darted over and crouched down inside.
Just as I huddled up, I heard the rustling of clothes being straightened and soft coughing sounds.
"Please come in." Mom's voice regained its usual calm, with a hint of distance.
The door creaked open, and footsteps approached.
Although he didn't show his face, I recognized the voice all too well—it was Li Ming, the physics class representative. That kid is usually so stubborn when it comes to solving problems, I never expected him to be so blind at a time like this!
"Teacher Zhou, I'm sorry to disturb your lunch break." Li Ming's voice was quite respectful. "I got stuck on a physics problem during my lunch break and wanted to ask you for help."
"Hmm, it's nothing. Which question?" My mother's voice was calm, and she tapped her fingers twice on the table, probably signaling me not to move.
There was a rustling sound of papers turning, followed by Li Ming raising his voice deliberately, presumably reading the question: "As shown in the figure..."
He read the question aloud word for word, which infuriated me. This question? He's still stuck? He must have been staring at his glasses all class!
Li Ming began to explain his problem-solving difficulties, and his mother's voice also began to ring out, calm, clear, and with a sense of logic unique to physics teachers.
However, my mind wasn't on the question at all at that moment.
I crouched under the small, cramped desk, with only my mother's legs so close to my eyes.
Flesh-colored sheer stockings encased her smooth curves, one foot slightly tilted, the taut lines extending up her ankle and disappearing into the hem of her black pencil skirt.
An ambiguous scent, a mixture of leather, stockings, and her unique body fragrance, filled my nostrils.
In a moment of impulsiveness, my hand reached out. My fingertips had barely touched the smooth surface of the stockings—
"Ah!" Mom shuddered suddenly, almost jumping off the chair, and her voice changed.
"Teacher Zhou?" Li Ming's question immediately rang out, filled with doubt and concern.
"Uh...no, it's nothing!" Mom's voice was tense and strained, with a hint of unnatural panting, as if she was still in shock. "I was bitten by a mosquito just now."
She paused, then spoke a little faster, "Let's continue with the question. You just said you had a question about the initial spring elongation Δx₁?"
Under the table, I grinned silently, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
A mosquito? What a huge mosquito.
She didn't stop me? She didn't kick me? Does that mean she acquiesced? This realization made the fire in my lower abdomen flare up suddenly.
Her hand boldly slid upwards along the smooth surface of the stockings, past her calves, past her knees, and touched the cool, crisp edge of the hem of her bodycon skirt.
Reaching higher... my fingers touched the warm, smooth skin beneath the skirt without any resistance!
No underwear!
My fingertips felt like they'd been burned, or like they'd been struck by an electric current! My heart started pounding, blood rushed to my head, and the thing in my crotch jerked and hardened.
Vacuum? She wasn't wearing anything today?! During that physics class this morning, when she was pacing on the podium and bending over to operate the projector... this thought was like a bucket of hot oil poured on a fire, burning my mouth dry.
A teacher, with a dignified and virtuous appearance, was walking around the classroom wearing only a tight-fitting short skirt... A violent possessiveness and a secret excitement exploded within her! This discovery was more effective than any aphrodisiac.
The fingertips no longer hesitated, showing a bit of impatience, but they were quite adept at it.
Quickly explore upwards along the warm, smooth skin of the inner thigh.
The mother paused noticeably during her explanation: "...two blocks...A and B...initially at rest...so...so the forces acting on them must be balanced..."
Her breathing was a little unsteady, as if she was forcibly trying to concentrate.
Even through her stockings, I could feel her thigh muscles suddenly tense up, her knees instinctively trying to squeeze together, but something forcefully held them back.
My fingertips finally reached that long-awaited core area.
As my fingertips brushed against it, I immediately felt the contours of two full, soft breasts.
I held my breath, cleared my mind of all distractions, and focused only on the most sensitive touch in my fingertips.
The middle finger and thumb precisely found the target—gently gathered it, and twisted it…
"Hmm..." A suppressed, short breath sound seemed to escape from between her teeth, but was forcibly swallowed back by her mother.
I noticed that her calves, clad in stockings, were taut even more, and her toes seemed to curl up slightly inside her shoes.
"Li Ming," Mom's voice rang out again, her speech noticeably faster than before, with a deliberately heightened sense of order to mask a hint of panic, "Think about it, for A… because it is stationary relative to the ground… the static friction it experiences must balance the backward pull of the spring… the spring… is stretched… right?"
"Oh, right! The direction of friction is opposite to the direction of the spring tension!" Li Ming's voice sounded somewhat enlightened.
The moment he uttered that "oh," my index and middle fingers parted slightly, my knuckles bent slightly, and I pressed them lightly against the moist, warm crevice in the center of that full, thick core.
The area was already slippery, muddy, and sticky.
"...So for A, the friction force is to the right; for B..." Mom raised her voice slightly as she got to the key point, as if emphasizing the logic, "because the spring also pulls B forward, but the static friction force from the tabletop on B... must hinder... its tendency to move relative to the tabletop..."
Her breathing suddenly became erratic, and I exerted force with both of my fingers at the same time. With an undeniable desire to explore, my fingertips, using the wet and sticky lubricant, forced open the hot and tight entrance and squeezed into the warm and soft depths!
"Hmph...!" A short, sharp gasp escaped from deep in his throat, accompanied by obvious suppression and a hint of pain.
I saw her knees, which were pressed together, suddenly squeeze together and hit the inside of the table with a dull thud.
"Teacher Zhou, you…?" Li Ming had clearly heard the suppressed sound.
"It's nothing...!" Mom raised her voice almost immediately, interrupting his question. Her tone was fast and urgent, as if trying to drown out something. "His foot accidentally... bumped into the table leg. Let's continue!... So the friction force exerted by the tabletop on B is to the left! This will offset some of the spring tension and keep it stationary! Do you understand?"
She explained rapidly, her breathing already carrying a barely perceptible gasp.
My two fingers were instantly enveloped and sucked by that tightness!
It was so humid, hot, and narrow! The amazing suction and the sensation of the layers of wriggling and scraping made my scalp tingle, and my toes curled up in pleasure.
Her body tensed up suddenly, and her honeypot seemed to contract violently in response, clamping down on my fingers. It was hot and slippery inside, with sticky fluid gushing out, making my fingers completely wet.
I didn't care about anything else, and my fingers immediately began to mimic piston movements, thrusting in and out of the narrow passage without mercy.
The sounds of splashing, sizzling, and gurgling water were exceptionally clear in the small space under the table.