On the morning of the senior high school's pep rally, the sunlight was so bright and dazzling that it made people dizzy.
I was wearing a faded dark blue sports jacket, my hair was casually tied up in a bun at the back of my head, and I was lounging lazily on the desk with my chin resting on my crossed arms.
As I silently recited the word "sick," the label of "illness" was unknowingly attached to me.
Almost instantly, a surge of energy crept out from between his bones, making his whole body weak. His face turned deathly pale, his brows furrowed in response, and even a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, sticking to his skin and feeling chilly.
"Class monitor..." My voice was as weak as a wilted eggplant, barely a whisper, "I...I think I have a fever, and I'm really dizzy...Could you..."
The class monitor was an honest girl. When she saw my "miserable state," she immediately panicked: "Oh dear, Mochen! You look terrible! Don't move! I'll go tell Teacher Zhou, you can rest in the classroom!" She rushed out and returned with Xu Ke in no time.
The classroom quickly emptied, leaving me alone.
Outside the window, a sea of people thronged the playground. The sounds of music and muffled announcements wafted through the glass, making the classroom even more eerily silent.
Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, casting bright spots of light on the podium and the desks in the front row. Tiny particles of chalk dust floated in the air, lazily swirling in the beams of light.
Not long after, a familiar, crisp, and slightly hurried "tap-tap" sound came from afar, the sound of high heels tapping on the terrazzo floor of the corridor, each tap feeling like a footstep on my heart.
My heart skipped a beat for no reason, pounding against my chest.
The classroom door was pushed open, and Mom—Teacher Zhou—walked in quickly.
Today she wore a well-tailored dark-colored business suit. The bodycon design accentuated her full hips, and the hemline fell just above her knees, revealing her calves covered in flesh-colored stockings with smooth lines.
A hint of nervousness flickered across her face as her gaze swept quickly across the empty classroom before finally settling on me.
She didn't come over immediately, but quickly took out her phone, dialed a number, and deliberately lowered her voice, but it was still clear in the quiet space: "Hello, is this Teacher Li? Yes, it's me... Um, my son Chenmo is suddenly feeling very unwell and has a fever, so I have to stay and take care of him... I'm so sorry, could you please lead the team and preside over the pep rally for me... Yes, the program is in the first drawer on the left side of my desk... Thank you so much!"
She spoke quickly, and only after hanging up the phone did she let out a long sigh of relief, her tense shoulders visibly relaxing.
She then walked towards me, the sound of her high heels particularly clear in the empty classroom.
"Xiao Mo, how are you? Where does it hurt? Do you want to go to the infirmary?" She bent down, approaching me with a faint scent of perfume and a hint of coldness, and reached out to touch my forehead.
Just as her hand was about to touch my forehead, I suddenly jumped up from my seat, took a step to the edge of the podium, and leaned forward slightly, almost touching her.
Startled by my sudden movement, she instinctively took a half-step back, her back gently pressing against the cold edge of the podium, letting out a soft gasp.
A mischievous smile crept across my face as I lowered my voice and said, "Mom, actually I'm not sick."
With a thought, the "sick" label vanished instantly, her complexion quickly regained its rosy hue, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
Her mother's eyes widened suddenly! First came surprise, then that surprise quickly turned into a teary-eyed reproach, a mixture of shame and annoyance.
She raised her hand to slap my arm: "You little rascal! You dare to lie..." Before she could finish speaking, I grabbed her wrist and held it firmly, my palm burning hot.
"You little rascal..." she bit her lower lip, her voice softening, "I knew you were faking it..." A blush quickly rose on her cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears, and even her fair neck was tinged with pink.
How could I possibly give her a chance to resist?
Without a word, he stepped forward, wrapped one arm around her slender yet incredibly elastic waist, and with the other hand, he gripped the back of her head, pulling her tightly into his embrace!
Her body was warm and soft, carrying a familiar fragrance.
She symbolically shifted her body in my arms, letting out a soft, kitten-like whimper, "Mmm~", and then, as if her bones had been removed, she went completely limp in my arms, her arms obediently encircling my neck, her fingers unconsciously twirling the stray hairs at the back of my neck.
Her hair brushed against my cheek, smelling wonderfully of shampoo.
Their lips pressed together eagerly, their tongues like two slippery little fish, passionately intertwining, exploring, and sucking, the smacking sounds of their tongues particularly clear and loud in the quiet classroom.
Her lips were soft and slightly cool.
Her body was slightly hot, and her full breasts, through the thin shirt and my T-shirt, pressed tightly against my chest. I could clearly feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, and her breathing became disordered and hot.
The cold, metallic edge of the podium was digging into the soft curve of her lower back.
During our embrace and kiss, my hands had already begun to wander restlessly down her smooth back, past her firm, full, and elastic buttocks, and into the hem of her skirt.
My fingertips touched the skin of my thigh, which was covered by flesh-colored stockings; it was smooth and slightly cool.
I continued to explore inwards, kneading the softer, more sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs through the thin stockings, feeling the delicacy and warmth of her skin.
"Mmm..." Her breathing quickened instantly, and she squirmed restlessly in my arms, her buttocks rubbing against my lower abdomen through her skirt. "No... Xiao Mo... it itches there..."
I guided her to turn around and stand with her hands supporting her on the edge of the podium.
The cool metallic touch made her body tremble slightly, and she let out a low hiss.
I crouched down, grabbed the hem of her skirt with an irresistible force, and lifted it up sharply, all the way to her soft waist.
In an instant, two long, straight legs clad in flesh-colored stockings were completely exposed to the air, gleaming delicately in the sunlight. Beneath the lace trim at the top of the stockings lay the fair, full upper thighs.
In the most private triangle area, a small dark stain had already soaked into the center of the pure white cotton panties, emitting a faint, unique fragrance of a mature woman, a mixture of shower gel and the rising scent of desire, which drifted into my nostrils.
I moved closer, my nose brushing against her full, rounded mons pubis through the damp fabric, and took a deep breath. The rich, warm feminine scent instantly rushed to my head.
Then, I stuck out my tongue, warm and moist, and through the thin fabric of my underwear, I licked and pressed that sensitive area forcefully.
The tip of the tongue could clearly feel the texture of the fabric and the outline of the soft flesh beneath, as well as the slightly raised hard bumps.
The fabric was quickly soaked with saliva and the warm, lubricating fluid that kept seeping out, becoming transparent and clinging to the skin, clearly outlining the shape of the two thick labia and the slightly protruding hard bud at the tip.
"Mmm..." Mom tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, and a suppressed, trembling moan escaped her throat.
"Ah... Xiao Mo... don't lick... through... through the cloth... it's so uncomfortable..." Her hands gripped the cold edge of the podium behind her tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her body taut like a fully drawn bow, her toes slightly raised, and her buttocks involuntarily sticking up.
That wasn't enough. My hands hooked around the edge of her panties' elastic band, and following the curves of her rounded hips and legs encased in stockings, I slowly, with a feeling of peeling away a treasure, pulled them down.
That mysterious triangle was finally fully exposed to the cool air.
Two thick, moist, and alluringly glistening deep red labia were slightly parted, and the engorged clitoris at the top, like a ripe red bean, stood erect and tempting.
The love juice was slowly seeping out from the slightly open gap.
My tongue, like the most precise weapon, instantly covered that firm, hot little nub!
Start licking, sucking, and fiddling quickly, forcefully, and with a rotating motion!
"Ah! Xiao Mo...no...there...no...uhhhhhh!!!" The mother's body trembled violently, as if she had been struck by a high-voltage electric current!
My legs instinctively tried to squeeze together tightly, but I forcefully separated and held them in place with my arms!
Her buttocks writhed in vain, restrained by my arms.
"I'm going to die...you little beast...you're making Mommy...her soul fly away...uh uh uh—!!" Her moans suddenly rose, filled with sobs and overwhelming pleasure. Her body trembled violently, and her fingers gripping the edge of the podium lost their color from the excessive force.
"My cunt...my cunt is going to be licked through by my son...ah ha!"
At this critical moment!
Pat, pat, pat...
Clear footsteps! Accompanied by the chattering laughter of several female teachers! Approaching from afar! Heading towards the classroom door!
My heart stopped! My blood seemed to freeze instantly! My scalp tingled!
Without a second thought, my body shrank back like a startled rabbit, and I darted into the small, dark, dusty space under the podium!
My back was pressed against the cold metal frame, and I held my breath.
Mom's reaction was also surprisingly fast!
In her panic, she hastily pulled up her panties, which had been pulled down to her knees. The stockings made her movements clumsy, and the panties were not fully on, stuck crookedly between her buttocks and thighs, with the wet fabric clinging to her swollen private parts.
She abruptly dropped her skirt, quickly straightened the front of her shirt that I had crumpled and her slightly disheveled hair with both hands, and tried to stand up straight, but the flush of passion on her face and the panic in her eyes could not be removed immediately, and her legs were still trembling slightly.