After packing up, Su Qing and I returned to the classroom. I yawned to my seat, leaned against the seat lazy, and then lay on the table and fell asleep with my eyes closed. The teacher in the first class was my little bitch. My mother lay on the table and squinted for a while. The class bell rang. I raised my head and rubbed my eyes, stretched my waist, leaned against the seat and looked at the door with a smirk.
Immediately, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from the corridor. Then the door of the classroom was pushed open, and my mother, wearing a white formal outfit, walked in elegantly.
After entering the door, my mother couldn't help but glance at the corner of the classroom and found that the master she missed was sitting there with a smirk on her face, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
With that elegant and white formal outfit, it seemed as if the whole classroom had been brighter, but the smile was only for that moment. Then my mother returned to her former cold expression and walked onto the podium.
The students in the audience were wondering if they had an illusion. The cold-faced teacher actually laughed? It must be because they were too serious in their studies recently. As I stood up in class and waited for the slogan to ring, the classroom became quiet. Only the mother's speech was the sound. The students were listening attentively, except for me leaning against a chair in the corner, who was playing with me on my face.
I was also a little surprised to see my mother's outfit today. I also understood in my heart that this was dressed up specifically for myself, which made me very proud.
Moreover, this class teacher who stood on the podium was giving a serious and serious lecture, and the other students had a cold face in their eyes, would fall under their crotch and be played with randomly after a while.
Thinking of this, a small tent had already been supported under me. As the desire arose, I suddenly had an idea. When my mother's eyes turned to me, she raised her hand and hooked her fingers.
My mother's face turned red after seeing my gesture, and the voice of the lecture was also paused, but my mother immediately returned to normal. After explaining the current knowledge points, she left an exercise question on the blackboard.
Everyone try to do this question. Practice is more important than rote memorization. Give you...5 minutes to... After saying that, my mother put down the textbook, and the students immediately took out their notebooks to solve the problem. The sound of pens and paper rubbing and the students muttering to themselves in a low voice.
After standing on the podium and watching for a few seconds, my mother walked down the podium and began to patrol the classroom. She was also guilty and started to check from the farthest distance away from me.
After a minute, I came to me. My mother's iceberg face, which had been in the middle of the class, collapsed instantly. She looked at me with a flattering face, and opened her red lips and said in a low voice: Master... I leaned against my seat and snorted coldly in pretending to be dissatisfied. My mother's eyes immediately became pitiful and aggrieved, which made me happy.
But I remained silent and hooked my fingers at my mother again. My mother bit her lip and took two steps forward to her body.
Turning around, I found that the students were bowing their heads and doing the tests seriously, and my corner was also very remote. My mother breathed a little relieved.
But I immediately took a breath again because I had put one big hand on my mother's straight breasts and kneaded them through my clothes.
The sudden attack scared my mother's body. Fortunately, she didn't scream. My mother begged to look at me, but I was completely unmoved. Instead, she used her eyes and movements to signal her mother to untie her clothes.
My mother shook her head at me repeatedly. She still couldn't accept this kind of thing in class. If she was discovered by her classmates, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, the classroom is still a bit sacred in my mother's heart. After all, I have been teaching here for so many years, but my mother found that she was not as firm as she imagined.
Because as my face turned sharp, my mother immediately surrendered, held the buttons in both hands and looked at the classmates around her with guilt. After finding that the students were all concentrating on their questions, she obediently unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes.
My mother was wearing a casual style formal outfit today, with only a button in the middle of the clothes to tighten her waist. After the button was unbuttoned, she revealed the black vest inside.
I raised my head and signaled my mother to continue. My mother bit her lips tightly and lifted her vest up again. A pair of straight and white breasts jumped out with my mother's movements.
I nodded with satisfaction and reached out to play with my mother's breasts. My mother held the vest with both hands and looked around nervously.
This taboo behavior of benevolence made my mother scared and felt inexplicably stimulating. She couldn't help but secrete a trace of lustful water from her vagina.
After kneading my breasts for a while, I signaled to my mother again. My mother followed my gaze and understood that I was going to lift my skirt this time.
This time, the struggle in my mother's heart lasted for only a moment and ended. Some things are like this. With the gap, the cracks will become bigger and bigger, and unknowingly they will expand to an irreversible level.
My mother reached out and grabbed the corner of her skirt, slowly lifted it to her waist, and a slightly wet pussy was directly exposed in front of me. A few drops of vaginal fluid attached to her pubic hair looked shining in the sunlight outside the window.
It turns out that my mother is not wearing under her skirt, and her stockings are also an open-cut style. Of course, I am not surprised by this.
I stretched out a finger and slowly inserted it into my mother's vagina and gently pulled it a few times. Then I slowly pulled out my fingers. The vaginal fluid stuck to my fingers and pulled out a line.
I raised my hand and sent my fingers to my mother's face. My mother blushed and leaned over slightly to hold my fingers in her mouth and sucked them up, licking the vaginal fluid on it clean.
My fingers gently tugged in my mother's mouth, teasing my mother's lilac tongue. After playing with it for a few seconds, I suddenly pulled out my fingers and made a pop sound
Although the sound was not loud, my mother was still so scared that she panicked and quickly looked back. Fortunately, the other students were lowering their heads and solving the problem seriously. No one noticed the pornographic scene behind the classroom.
On the other hand, I let my mother face directly in front of me, and I used both hands to hold my mother's breasts with one hand and wandered around my mother's pussy with the other hand.
At this time, my back was facing my mother, and I felt that my body became more sensitive. One reason was that I couldn't see my movements. The sudden stimulation appeared one after another, making my mother very moved.
Second, my mother saw that the students in her class were doing the questions seriously, and she had no idea that their class teacher was playing with her son half naked.
The two stimuli combined, making my mother's desire more and more intense. Her face was red like a ripe apple, and her breathing gradually became rapid.
My hands were moving faster and faster, stirring my mother's pussy became more muddy. At this time, my mother was already a little unstable, her legs were shaking slightly, and she held my desk corner with one hand so that she would barely not fall
My mother actually felt like she was about to climax. Realizing this, my mother endured the pleasure and grabbed my hand, turned around and bit her lip, looking at me with a pleading look.
Because my mother has experienced too many orgasms these days, the intense pleasure of the climax and the blankness of her brain at that moment will definitely make her moan.
But now in class, if you can't help but scream and let the students in the class discover it, your mother feels that she may have no shame to live anymore
Seeing that there was still a trace of determination in my mother's eyes, I did not continue with force. Now is not the time to expose all this, and it is still a bit short of time.
But I didn't plan to let my mother go so easily. I moved backwards, then lowered my head and unzipped the zipper on my pants, and took out my already firm cock.
My mother bit her lips and looked a little embarrassed, but she had already swept my mood once, so she didn't dare to refuse my request anymore
Scandaling the other students in the classroom again. After finding nothing unusual, my mother took a deep breath, slowly crouched down, lay between my legs, and put the angry cock in her mouth.
I smiled with satisfaction, reached out to touch my mother's hair, took out my phone, and recorded this erotic and exciting scene.
My mother noticed my movements, but my hand that I gently stroked on her hair seemed to have magic, which made her feel inexplicably enjoyed.
So, my mother stopped paying attention to other foreign objects and began to serve me attentively, sucking my cock with her mouth.
Teacher, I'm done!
I've finished solving this question with the teacher...
But not long after, the voices of classmates came from the classroom. My mother quickly spit out the cock, stood up and tidied up her clothes and skirts in a panic.
I leaned on the chair and looked at my mother with a playful look. My mother looked at me with a pleading look. I grinned and didn't continue to make things difficult for my mother. I slowly put on my pants
I felt relieved to see me letting go of my mother, but a trace of loss flashed in my heart. Deep down, she even wanted to continue doing it without hesitation and let her son play with her in public.
However, this thought flashed and was forced to be extinguished by my mother. My mother cursed herself in her heart that she was becoming more and more unrestrained. Recently, some strange thoughts have always arisen.
After coughing lightly, I forced myself to calm down. After seeing that there was no trace of my clothes, my mother walked to the student who had just spoken.
When I walked to the classmate, my expression had returned to my usual cold and stern appearance, but there was a faint blush on my face that made my mother lose some majesty.
However, the students' attention was all on the topic, and no one noticed this. When my mother checked the answers of several people, her face had completely returned to normal.
Sitting at the end, I looked at my mother who was just letting me tease and having sex with me. At this time, I was giving lectures as usual on the podium. This strong contrast greatly increased my sexual desire, and my penis supported a high tent in my pants.
And I am naturally not the kind of person who can endure my desires hard, so I raised my hand and hooked my fingers at my mother. When my mother saw it, she felt embarrassed and felt a little secretly happy.
Doing this kind of thing in this environment that may be discovered at any time in class will make my mother a little lost. Although rationality has been crazily warning herself to stop this behavior, her body can no longer control herself and come to me.
So every time my mother gave me a question in this class, she would ask her classmates to solve the problem by themselves, and then she would take the opportunity to go to me, be caressed by me in various ways, or serve my cock.
After a few times, both of them became high in desire. Even when my mother returned to the podium, her tone and expression became a little rapid. She even wanted to abandon her shame and did it with her master.
Immediately, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from the corridor. Then the door of the classroom was pushed open, and my mother, wearing a white formal outfit, walked in elegantly.
After entering the door, my mother couldn't help but glance at the corner of the classroom and found that the master she missed was sitting there with a smirk on her face, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
With that elegant and white formal outfit, it seemed as if the whole classroom had been brighter, but the smile was only for that moment. Then my mother returned to her former cold expression and walked onto the podium.
The students in the audience were wondering if they had an illusion. The cold-faced teacher actually laughed? It must be because they were too serious in their studies recently. As I stood up in class and waited for the slogan to ring, the classroom became quiet. Only the mother's speech was the sound. The students were listening attentively, except for me leaning against a chair in the corner, who was playing with me on my face.
I was also a little surprised to see my mother's outfit today. I also understood in my heart that this was dressed up specifically for myself, which made me very proud.
Moreover, this class teacher who stood on the podium was giving a serious and serious lecture, and the other students had a cold face in their eyes, would fall under their crotch and be played with randomly after a while.
Thinking of this, a small tent had already been supported under me. As the desire arose, I suddenly had an idea. When my mother's eyes turned to me, she raised her hand and hooked her fingers.
My mother's face turned red after seeing my gesture, and the voice of the lecture was also paused, but my mother immediately returned to normal. After explaining the current knowledge points, she left an exercise question on the blackboard.
Everyone try to do this question. Practice is more important than rote memorization. Give you...5 minutes to... After saying that, my mother put down the textbook, and the students immediately took out their notebooks to solve the problem. The sound of pens and paper rubbing and the students muttering to themselves in a low voice.
After standing on the podium and watching for a few seconds, my mother walked down the podium and began to patrol the classroom. She was also guilty and started to check from the farthest distance away from me.
After a minute, I came to me. My mother's iceberg face, which had been in the middle of the class, collapsed instantly. She looked at me with a flattering face, and opened her red lips and said in a low voice: Master... I leaned against my seat and snorted coldly in pretending to be dissatisfied. My mother's eyes immediately became pitiful and aggrieved, which made me happy.
But I remained silent and hooked my fingers at my mother again. My mother bit her lip and took two steps forward to her body.
Turning around, I found that the students were bowing their heads and doing the tests seriously, and my corner was also very remote. My mother breathed a little relieved.
But I immediately took a breath again because I had put one big hand on my mother's straight breasts and kneaded them through my clothes.
The sudden attack scared my mother's body. Fortunately, she didn't scream. My mother begged to look at me, but I was completely unmoved. Instead, she used her eyes and movements to signal her mother to untie her clothes.
My mother shook her head at me repeatedly. She still couldn't accept this kind of thing in class. If she was discovered by her classmates, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, the classroom is still a bit sacred in my mother's heart. After all, I have been teaching here for so many years, but my mother found that she was not as firm as she imagined.
Because as my face turned sharp, my mother immediately surrendered, held the buttons in both hands and looked at the classmates around her with guilt. After finding that the students were all concentrating on their questions, she obediently unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes.
My mother was wearing a casual style formal outfit today, with only a button in the middle of the clothes to tighten her waist. After the button was unbuttoned, she revealed the black vest inside.
I raised my head and signaled my mother to continue. My mother bit her lips tightly and lifted her vest up again. A pair of straight and white breasts jumped out with my mother's movements.
I nodded with satisfaction and reached out to play with my mother's breasts. My mother held the vest with both hands and looked around nervously.
This taboo behavior of benevolence made my mother scared and felt inexplicably stimulating. She couldn't help but secrete a trace of lustful water from her vagina.
After kneading my breasts for a while, I signaled to my mother again. My mother followed my gaze and understood that I was going to lift my skirt this time.
This time, the struggle in my mother's heart lasted for only a moment and ended. Some things are like this. With the gap, the cracks will become bigger and bigger, and unknowingly they will expand to an irreversible level.
My mother reached out and grabbed the corner of her skirt, slowly lifted it to her waist, and a slightly wet pussy was directly exposed in front of me. A few drops of vaginal fluid attached to her pubic hair looked shining in the sunlight outside the window.
It turns out that my mother is not wearing under her skirt, and her stockings are also an open-cut style. Of course, I am not surprised by this.
I stretched out a finger and slowly inserted it into my mother's vagina and gently pulled it a few times. Then I slowly pulled out my fingers. The vaginal fluid stuck to my fingers and pulled out a line.
I raised my hand and sent my fingers to my mother's face. My mother blushed and leaned over slightly to hold my fingers in her mouth and sucked them up, licking the vaginal fluid on it clean.
My fingers gently tugged in my mother's mouth, teasing my mother's lilac tongue. After playing with it for a few seconds, I suddenly pulled out my fingers and made a pop sound
Although the sound was not loud, my mother was still so scared that she panicked and quickly looked back. Fortunately, the other students were lowering their heads and solving the problem seriously. No one noticed the pornographic scene behind the classroom.
On the other hand, I let my mother face directly in front of me, and I used both hands to hold my mother's breasts with one hand and wandered around my mother's pussy with the other hand.
At this time, my back was facing my mother, and I felt that my body became more sensitive. One reason was that I couldn't see my movements. The sudden stimulation appeared one after another, making my mother very moved.
Second, my mother saw that the students in her class were doing the questions seriously, and she had no idea that their class teacher was playing with her son half naked.
The two stimuli combined, making my mother's desire more and more intense. Her face was red like a ripe apple, and her breathing gradually became rapid.
My hands were moving faster and faster, stirring my mother's pussy became more muddy. At this time, my mother was already a little unstable, her legs were shaking slightly, and she held my desk corner with one hand so that she would barely not fall
My mother actually felt like she was about to climax. Realizing this, my mother endured the pleasure and grabbed my hand, turned around and bit her lip, looking at me with a pleading look.
Because my mother has experienced too many orgasms these days, the intense pleasure of the climax and the blankness of her brain at that moment will definitely make her moan.
But now in class, if you can't help but scream and let the students in the class discover it, your mother feels that she may have no shame to live anymore
Seeing that there was still a trace of determination in my mother's eyes, I did not continue with force. Now is not the time to expose all this, and it is still a bit short of time.
But I didn't plan to let my mother go so easily. I moved backwards, then lowered my head and unzipped the zipper on my pants, and took out my already firm cock.
My mother bit her lips and looked a little embarrassed, but she had already swept my mood once, so she didn't dare to refuse my request anymore
Scandaling the other students in the classroom again. After finding nothing unusual, my mother took a deep breath, slowly crouched down, lay between my legs, and put the angry cock in her mouth.
I smiled with satisfaction, reached out to touch my mother's hair, took out my phone, and recorded this erotic and exciting scene.
My mother noticed my movements, but my hand that I gently stroked on her hair seemed to have magic, which made her feel inexplicably enjoyed.
So, my mother stopped paying attention to other foreign objects and began to serve me attentively, sucking my cock with her mouth.
Teacher, I'm done!
I've finished solving this question with the teacher...
But not long after, the voices of classmates came from the classroom. My mother quickly spit out the cock, stood up and tidied up her clothes and skirts in a panic.
I leaned on the chair and looked at my mother with a playful look. My mother looked at me with a pleading look. I grinned and didn't continue to make things difficult for my mother. I slowly put on my pants
I felt relieved to see me letting go of my mother, but a trace of loss flashed in my heart. Deep down, she even wanted to continue doing it without hesitation and let her son play with her in public.
However, this thought flashed and was forced to be extinguished by my mother. My mother cursed herself in her heart that she was becoming more and more unrestrained. Recently, some strange thoughts have always arisen.
After coughing lightly, I forced myself to calm down. After seeing that there was no trace of my clothes, my mother walked to the student who had just spoken.
When I walked to the classmate, my expression had returned to my usual cold and stern appearance, but there was a faint blush on my face that made my mother lose some majesty.
However, the students' attention was all on the topic, and no one noticed this. When my mother checked the answers of several people, her face had completely returned to normal.
Sitting at the end, I looked at my mother who was just letting me tease and having sex with me. At this time, I was giving lectures as usual on the podium. This strong contrast greatly increased my sexual desire, and my penis supported a high tent in my pants.
And I am naturally not the kind of person who can endure my desires hard, so I raised my hand and hooked my fingers at my mother. When my mother saw it, she felt embarrassed and felt a little secretly happy.
Doing this kind of thing in this environment that may be discovered at any time in class will make my mother a little lost. Although rationality has been crazily warning herself to stop this behavior, her body can no longer control herself and come to me.
So every time my mother gave me a question in this class, she would ask her classmates to solve the problem by themselves, and then she would take the opportunity to go to me, be caressed by me in various ways, or serve my cock.
After a few times, both of them became high in desire. Even when my mother returned to the podium, her tone and expression became a little rapid. She even wanted to abandon her shame and did it with her master.
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