He pressed his waist forward with all his might! He thrust in deeply! The glans fiercely forced open the slightly open cervix, wedging itself deep into the uterine cavity!
They pinned her body firmly to the windowpane!
Poof!
Poof!
Puff——! ! !
The scalding, viscous semen, thick like lava, with its powerful jet force and scorching temperature, poured into the deepest part of her convulsing, already opened uterus like a floodgate being opened!
The semen relentlessly and violently washed over the sensitive folds of her uterus! I could clearly feel her small uterine cavity being rapidly filled and stretched by streams of scalding semen!
The sensation of my inner walls being washed by hot semen was clearly transmitted to me through my closely connected nerve endings!
Her uterus, like a greedy little mouth, was instinctively and violently contracting and sucking!
Each powerful, pulsating ejaculation was accompanied by a violent spasm in her body and a suppressed, tearful sob: "Ah...it's hot...it's full...my son...he's filled my womb...it's going to burst...my cunt...it's filled with my son's semen...sob sob..."
After ejaculating, I breathed heavily and slowly, with great reluctance, pulled my still semi-erect, sticky penis, covered in a mixture of fluids, from her slightly open cervix, which was constantly overflowing with thick, white fluid, and from her swollen, everted, and messy vagina.
"Pop..."
A sticky, soft sound was particularly clear in the silence.
A large amount of murky white liquid mixed with her love juice immediately gushed out from her trembling, unable-to-close vaginal opening, leaving obscene trails between her snow-white legs, on her torn and deformed stockings, and on the dark floor.
Her lower abdomen was visibly slightly bulging, with a feeling of fullness after being thoroughly irrigated.
Ignoring the sticky mess between her legs and the intense soreness in her lower body, Mom hurriedly grabbed the pure white underwear she had just taken off and thrown on the podium.
With her back to me, she quickly spread her still slightly trembling legs, bent down, and forcefully and deeply stuffed that small piece of fabric, which carried her body fragrance, into the depths of her swollen, red vagina, which was still overflowing with semen!
Press and rotate your fingers inside firmly to ensure that the thin cotton fabric can block the slightly open cervix as deeply as possible, preventing the surging torrent of semen from flowing out.
Her movements were filled with an almost desperate urgency and a deep-seated shame; her fingers could even feel the scalding liquid that still belonged to her son inside her body.
"Stop...stop my son's semen...don't let it leak out..." she murmured softly, her voice trembling with tears.
After inserting the plug, she straightened up, carefully squeezed her legs together, and felt it.
Although there was still a feeling of fullness and a strong tingling sensation, at least no large amount of liquid gushed out immediately.
Before she could even pull up her underwear, she turned around immediately, squatted down without hesitation, opened her red and slightly swollen lips, and took my half-erect penis, which was covered with the combined bodily fluids of both of us, into her mouth.
She enveloped him tightly with her warm, moist mouth, her nimble tongue quickly and meticulously licking, sucking, and cleaning every inch of skin covered in mucus, vaginal fluid, and residual semen, making clear "tsk tsk" sounds.
He didn't spit it out until it was relatively clean, even licking his lips with a lingering satisfaction. "You little rascal...you made so much..."
We packed our clothes as quickly as possible.
Mom quickly put down her skirt and some snagged stockings, pulled down the hem of her skirt, and straightened her messy, wrinkled shirt and disheveled hair.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were watery and unfocused, her legs were obviously weak, and her walking posture was very awkward. One hand was unconsciously pressed tightly against the lower part of her slightly protruding abdomen, trying to relieve the feeling of fullness and numbness.
She stared at the reflection in the windowpane, trying to regulate her breathing and regain her usual composure, but the intense passion in her eyes and the panic of surviving a close call were difficult to completely conceal.
The sound of students' hurried footsteps and chatter as they returned to their classrooms could be heard in the corridor, growing ever closer like a tide! Laughter and playful noises were clearly audible!
I quickly returned to my seat near the back, grabbed an open physics problem set and haphazardly placed it in front of me, my heart still pounding wildly in my chest.
The afterglow of ejaculation and the exquisite, tight, sucking sensation deep within the uterus still lingered in his lower body, leaving his crotch damp, cool, and sticky.
Mom took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, straightened her still somewhat weak back, walked to the classroom door, and finally managed to put on the gentle smile that belonged to the homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhou, with just the right amount of fatigue, although there was still a lingering tear in her eyes and a trace of panic that she tried hard to hide. She reached out and clicked open the locked door.
Hello, Teacher Zhou!
"Teacher, why didn't you attend the pep rally?"
The students poured in like a flood, and the classroom was instantly filled with youthful noise, sweat, and the warmth of the sun.
The sounds of books being slammed on the table, chairs being pulled out, and playful banter filled every corner.
No one knew that just minutes before, at the podium and window of this classroom, their dignified, beautiful, and meticulous homeroom teacher had experienced a thrilling and exhilarating "pledge rally."
My mother and I briefly met amidst the noisy, crowded throng. In that instant, our eyes were filled with the lingering languor of the aftermath, the immense relief of surviving a disaster, and an unspoken, intense, and intoxicating forbidden pleasure.
She gave me a slight glare, her eyes filled with reproach, but also with a captivating charm that only we could understand—the charm of someone utterly satisfied. Then, as if nothing had happened, she walked with a slightly hesitant gait towards the podium, where traces of our madness still lingered, ready to begin the afternoon's lessons.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the chalk dust dancing in the air and the lingering blush on her ears.
A senior high school classroom.
Physics exam papers were passed around like snowflakes from the front row and landed on my desk.
The air conditioner emitted a low hum, but it couldn't drown out the rustling sound of pens scratching across paper throughout the room, occasionally interspersed with a suppressed cough or the soft sound of pages turning, making the classroom feel even more stifling.
On the podium, Mom—Teacher Zhou—cleared her throat and began to speak.
His voice was still as pleasant as ever, carrying a teacher's authority, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a slight hoarseness that hadn't completely dissipated, as if it had been ground by hot sand.
"These two periods will be physics exams, lasting 120 minutes." Mom's gaze slowly swept across the entire classroom, scrutinizing her.
"Complete independently. Talking to others or looking around is strictly prohibited. Cheating will result in a zero score, and there will be no second chance."
The exam papers were passed back like waves, and after a rustling sound of paper, the world quickly sank into a deeper silence, leaving only the scratching sound of pen tips biting into the paper.
The air was so heavy it felt like it could drip water, making it hard to breathe.
Mom walked very lightly in her high heels, making a rhythmic "tap...tap...tap..." as she slowly strolled down the aisle, like a mother leopard surveying her territory.
His sharp gaze swept over every lowered head, making even the usually mischievous guys shrink back.
Every time my mother walks past me, that familiar scent fills my nose.
It wasn't just the faint, clean chalk dust in the classroom mixed with the cool scent of her usual perfume.
Deeper inside, an indescribable, warm, and ambiguous aura, unique to mature women, mixed with a faint, pungent smell of cooled semen, wafted over.
Hold.
The scent was like the strongest aphrodisiac, instantly igniting the dormant restlessness within me.
The thing in my crotch stood up almost instantly, hard against the fabric, reminding me of the madness I had on the podium and by the window a few hours earlier.
The images of my mother on the podium, her head tilted back, her lower abdomen cramping from my thrusts, and her desperate pleas for me to ejaculate by the window flashed before my eyes.
I lowered my head and forced myself to look at the exam paper. Multiple choice questions, calculation questions, experimental questions... my mind went blank, and only a fire was raging through my body.
The exam paper turned into a blurry background in front of me.
Ten minutes? Maybe twenty minutes? Anyway, those questions were as simple as children's doodles to me.
After drawing the last letter, I slammed the pen on the table and leaned back, the chair groaning slightly.
boring.
That's fucking boring.
My gaze, as if glued to it, uncontrollably clung to that slender figure, tightly wrapped in a dark suit, walking slowly down the aisle.
I twirled the pen, the tip leaving a blurry trail between my fingers. My mother looked around, then finally stopped beside me. I could feel her shadow looming over me.
My mother leaned down slightly, one of her hands, calloused from the heat, braced against the edge of my desk. This reminded me of how those hands had gripped the cold windowsill so tightly not long ago. With her other hand, she flipped open the test paper that was lying on the desk.