Chapter 32
My whole body seemed to drift away in a thick sleep. I don’t remember how I got home. I only know that every time I close my eyes, the smell of male and female flesh mixed together, the “slurping” sound of two naked bodies colliding, and the image of my mother being plowed over by Ky Nam last night resurfaced, as clear as a sick movie.
The phone vibrated. Dozens of missed calls, hundreds of messages from Khoi. All questions about why his mother had played such a cruel trick on him, why room 2634 belonged to the vice principal Lam Dao. I didn’t answer. A strange feeling of guilt crept in, the guilt of an accomplice, of a director who had let his play go astray. I didn’t know how to face it.
When we got home, the silence was terrifying. Mom walked silently ahead, her gait strange, her legs spread awkwardly. I knew. Her pussy was definitely still swollen and sore from the night of being tormented by that beast.
A few days later, Mom asked for leave. She said she was unwell. I guess partly because the swelling in the cave below had not yet gone down, and she was afraid that people would see her walking in two rows and become suspicious. And partly, perhaps she still didn’t know how to face that beast named Ky Nam at school.
After school that day, I was stopped by Ky Nam. He pulled me into a hidden corner, his fat face was smiling shamelessly, but his eyes were sunken and dark like a hungry ghost that had just been fed but was still greedy.
I didn’t know if it was meant to insult me, but I didn’t care. I said coldly, “What do you want?”
He laughed slyly, his voice was mushy: “Your mother… no, your teacher My, last time… I fucked her. Right at the hotel. Huy… I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Hearing what it said, looking at its pig face, my blood boiled. I roared: “Go away! What the hell are you talking about!”
I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand tightly, his strength was like a buffalo’s. He smiled again: “Calm down Huy. I respect teacher My the most. It’s just a dog yawning, don’t take it to heart.”
He held me close and continued, his voice full of longing: “She hasn’t come to school these past few days. Is she okay? I miss her so much. Why don’t you let me go to your house to visit her?”
“Go away!” I shouted, pulling my hand away and walking away. Behind me, I could still hear him muttering curses.
I was upset, but deep inside, a sick excitement was rising. On the way back, I kept looking back to see if that pig was following me. Luckily, with its bulky body, it would be a joke if it wanted to follow someone without being detected.
When she got home, her mother had already cooked a meal. She had been at home for the past few days and had become quieter. She had once again assumed the guise of a good wife and good mother. But strangely, after that terrible night, her complexion looked even more rosy and radiant than before.
We ate in silence. Every now and then, we would look at each other and burst into silly laughter. An awkward awkwardness pervaded us. Our relationship was no longer just mother and son , it had become something twisted, forced, and haunting.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my hand absentmindedly scrolling through my phone.
*Ding.*
Zalo message alert. It’s mom. It’s 12am. Her room is right next door. Why text instead of saying it directly?
“Huy, do you think I am a slut?”
I typed: “No.”
“That night, you saw everything, right?”
“It’s not your fault, Mom. It’s that damn pig Ky Nam.”
A moment later.
“That night… did you cum in the closet?”
“Yes. Watching mom get fucked by him, I cum all night long.”
“…”
“Mom… did it feel good when he fucked you?”
After sending the message, I felt like a fool. It was clear as day, my mother was so happy, why did I have to ask. Did she admit it?
*Ding.*
“Happy. Very happy.”
She admitted it. Bluntly. I was stunned.
Talking to my mom about these things, my cock started to stand up again. I texted back: “How does it feel? Tell me, mom. I want to hear.”
“Telling this… does it make you hard?”
“Have.”
“So tell me.”
“Yes.”
A pause. The phone screen lit up.
“Mom was so horny from his cock. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Her pussy was filled to the brim with it.”
My cock jerked, hard as a rock. I stroked it and said, “Yes, what next, Mom?”
“That pig, normally he looks dirty and cowardly, but in bed he is like a beast. I was fucked to death by him. His cock is huge, much bigger than yours, both big and hard.”
“It kept pushing in and out. Every time it pushed into the bottom of my uterus, it felt like it was about to pierce my heart.”
“It was so good for me. He fucked me all night. I loved it. I loved it.”
“Why is he so good? Why didn’t I know about him sooner?”
“I want to get fucked again. Now.”
“I want to be fucked to death by him. I want his huge cock. Huy, tell me, am I allowed? Am I allowed to crave his cock? To have him fuck your mother, is that okay?”
“I want it now! I want his big cock! I want his big cock stuffed in my pussy! Now!”
I stared dumbfounded at the lines dancing on the screen. All obscene and lewd words. A crazy excitement ran down my spine. I pulled down my pants, grabbed my erect cock and sent it to my mother. My cock, white and clean, was too small. When fully erect, it was only about 6cm, how could it compare to Ky Nam’s monster. It felt like his cock was twice as big as mine.
After sending the photos, I started masturbating, waiting for my mom to reply. But she didn’t text back. I quickly came, a feeling of emptiness coming over me.
Lately, every time I ejaculate, a slight electric current runs down my spine and down to my balls, making me feel numb. I wonder if my nerves are slowly recovering.
A moment later, I heard my mother’s bedroom door open. She went into the bathroom. She had obviously showered before going to bed. She must have masturbated, I thought.
I wiped myself roughly and climbed into bed. Mom finished showering and returned to her room.
*Ding.*
“Mom has to go back to school tomorrow.”
Tomorrow is Friday. I replied: “Mom, how are you? Do you need more rest?”
“It’s okay.”
“Mom, Ky Nam is looking for me today. He said he misses you and wants to see you.”
A long time later, my mother replied: “Huy, how do you think I will face it tomorrow?”
I thought for a moment, then a sick thought flashed through my mind. “Mom, dress really slutty tomorrow.”
Mom sent back a sticker of a fist. “You brat. How flirty?”
Looking at my mom’s text, my flaccid cock started to throb again. “Mom, wear fishnet stockings, high heels, and a tight-fitting skirt, the super short kind.”
Mom sent a smiley face: “Anything else?”
“Mom… don’t wear underwear. Just wear a dress.”
Mom sent me several fist stickers. I thought she would refuse my unreasonable request.
But then she texted back: “I know. Go to bed early.”
I put the phone down. The thought of my mother going to school naked tomorrow made me so excited that I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night, finally falling asleep in the early morning.
The next morning, while I was having breakfast, I saw my mother coming out of her bedroom. I was stunned.
She wore a tight, pink-purple dress that hugged her curves. Her wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Her face was carefully made up, her lips painted a glossy pink.
The dress had a zipper that ran from her chest all the way down to the hem. With just one pull, her entire white body would be exposed. The dress had a deep V-neck, revealing her deep cleavage and almost a third of her full breasts. I could vaguely see the dark outline of her areola. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the fabric, challenging all eyes. Everyone could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The curves of her ample breasts narrowed at her slender waist, then flared out at her plump ass like two ripe peaches. The hem of her skirt was extremely short, barely covering the base of her thighs. Her long legs were encased in black fishnet stockings with suspenders. The white skin between the stockings and the hem of her skirt was a deadly invitation.
Her whole person exuded an inviting air, the scent of a mature, ripe woman. She gracefully walked down the stairs, her hips bouncing with each step. The scent of expensive perfume mixed with her distinctive skin scent rushed straight to my nose.
“Are you satisfied, you stinking son?”
She smiled, her eyes flirtatious. Her flirtatious demeanor fascinated me.
I swallowed and nodded vigorously. “Satisfied! Mom, you’re so… slutty today!”
She laughed out loud, her laughter as clear as crystal. She walked past me, her plump butt deliberately rubbing against my crotch.
Looking at my mother’s ass swaying, her legs wrapped in fishnet stockings invitingly, I knew there was nothing under that dress. My cock started to throb again. I followed quietly behind.
At the shoe cabinet, Mom bent down to put on a pair of silver high heels. That pose made her butt stick up to the sky. The short skirt was pulled tight, unable to cover the spring scene below. More than half of her white butt was exposed. Between the two butt cheeks, I clearly saw a neatly trimmed tuft of black hair, covering two pink, plump lips. A strong scent, the scent of a woman, rose from there.
Mom finished putting on her shoes and turned around to see me staring at her pussy. She smiled: “Have you seen enough? Listen to me, I’m not wearing anything underneath!”
My cock was already standing in my pants. I swallowed and hurriedly followed my mother to the door.
Mom’s English class. She walked into the classroom, the sound of her heels clicking rhythmically on the floor, like tapping on the hearts of every boy in the class.
I guess no one can swallow words today. All around me there are whispers:
“Fuck! Miss My is so hot today. Her breasts are so big, I will surely die if I choke her.”
“See, I don’t think she’s wearing a bra. You can see her nipples.”
“That ass too, when I passed by just now I almost saw your pubic hair.”
“Those pantyhose have suspenders, no different from what a whore wears. That slut must be missing a man so she came to school to find a man.”
“The skirt is about to burst because of her tits and ass. Fuck, I just want to drag her onto the bed and fuck her to death!”
I heard those words and just sneered. That’s right, this level no longer shocked me.
Ky Nam’s drool was about to drip onto the table. His small eyes were glued to every inch of his mother’s flesh, as if trying to match the image of the teacher on the podium with the slutty woman on the bed that night.
Mother knew its gaze. She felt a little uncomfortable, and tried to avoid it. But every time she accidentally glanced at Ky Nam’s pig face, the image of its giant cock appeared, and the pussy between her legs twitched and leaked.
After 15 minutes, mom handed out the 30-minute test. The whole class was engrossed in doing the test.
The clicking of mother’s heels echoed again. She walked between the rows of tables, her scent wafting everywhere, a mixture of perfume and feminine scent, making the boys hot and unable to concentrate.
As she passed me, we exchanged glances. She smiled teasingly, her eyes sparkling. I saw her black stockings stretched to their limits by her plump legs.
She walked to the last row, where Ky Nam sat alone at a table. That seat was hidden behind the rest of the class.
She stood next to him, pretending to be a supervisor. Ky Nam suddenly became shy, focused on the exam, completely different from the beast from the night before.
Mom saw me looking, she smiled strangely, a smile I had never seen before. She clasped her hands behind her back, pressing her body against Ky Nam. Her round buttocks pressed against his face.
She stood there for a moment, her legs in black stockings rubbing against each other, making a provocative “rustling” sound. Ky Nam could no longer sit still. He stealthily reached out and touched his mother’s soft legs.
Mother’s body trembled slightly, but she did not react, just stood still, her legs slightly clasped together.
Ky Nam took advantage of the momentum. His hand followed her legs, slid between her thighs, and went straight to the deepest place.
Mom stood still, accepting his molestation, but her eyes kept looking at me, her gaze full of challenge and invitation. I was the only audience of this sick drama.
Ky Nam’s big hand reached under her skirt, touching the wet place. He was surprised. Mom wasn’t wearing any underwear!
It was excited, its hand pressed straight into the hot pussy, starting to fondle the two thick lips of flesh.
Mother moaned softly, her legs clamped tighter. Her pussy was stimulated, starting to ooze honey. She bit her lips lightly, her face flushed, she shook her butt slightly, clamped Ky Nam’s hand, as if wanting it to stir deeper.
At this moment, some children above started whispering. Mom immediately said sternly: “Who is talking? You think I can’t see? Go do your homework!”
The students were scared pale, and buried their heads in their papers again. Little did they know, their strict teacher was being fucked by a student right in the middle of the classroom.
Ky Nam, after a moment of shock, continued. His two fingers skillfully parted the two lips of flesh, poking into the cave that was flowing with sweet nectar. He was too familiar with this place.
Mom’s face turned red. She shook her ass, her lustful eyes looking back at me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off either. My cock was rock hard.
Ky Nam’s fingers stirred for a while, seeing that his mother’s pussy was already wet, he gasped, his other hand pulling down his pants zipper. His huge cock popped out, the tip of his cock swollen purple red, oozing fluid. He started to masturbate.
Mother turned around and saw the monster that had once made her taste the feeling of “fucking the womb”. Her pussy contracted violently.
She still shook her ass, accepting the fingers stirring inside, her eyes glancing at me, then glancing at Ky Nam’s cock.
Ky Nam, in a fit of madness, suddenly pulled his mother down onto his lap.
I heard a soft “poof”. Turning around, I almost got a nosebleed. Mom was sitting on Ky Nam’s lap, her skirt lifted up, her bare ass pressed against his stomach. Her pussy had swallowed his cock whole.
Mother’s face was flushed, her mouth opened in a soundless moan.
Ky Nam hugged his mother tightly, his face buried in her fragrant hair. He gently lifted her ass up a little. I clearly saw his dark cock thrust deep into her white, wet pussy.
Mom sat on his lap, leaning against the table, breasts squeezed out of shape, eyes closed, biting her lips, swaying her hips slightly, rubbing against the cock inside. Secretly making love in the classroom, behind everyone’s back. Crazy.
Neither of them dared to move too much, but the pleasure made them rub together non-stop. Ky Nam’s cock was already inserted all the way in, the tip of his cock was pushing against her womb. This familiar feeling made her numb. She loved this cock to death.
Mom tried to open her eyes and looked at me. Seeing the tent in my pants, she smiled and whispered something into Ky Nam’s ear.
She stood up, somewhat reluctantly. When the cock was pulled out, there was a loud “pop”, like the sound of a cork being uncorked. Pussy juices squirted all over her skirt.
She calmly took a tissue and wiped it. A few students in the class started whispering. My mother shouted again: “If anyone continues talking, I will collect their papers and give them zero points!”
The whole class was silent.
Ky Nam stared blankly at his mother wiping away her semen. My mother waved her finger at him, smiling seductively, then looked at me, her eyes as gentle as water. She turned around, shook her ass, and walked out the back door.
Ky Nam quickly stuffed his cock in his pants and secretly followed.
Fuck, we must be going to the bathroom to fuck again. I couldn’t sit still, so I sneaked out the back door.
At the end of the corridor was the restroom. The closer I got, the more clearly I could hear the slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the men’s heavy breathing, and the women’s lewd moans.
I sneaked into the ladies’ room. The sound came from the last stall. The door was locked. There was a constant “slap” and “slurp” sound.
“My… Miss My… you are so good to me… ah… I am so happy… your butt… I have missed it so much these past few days.”
“Mmm… ah… ah! So deep… Nam… you’re so good… I feel so good… ah! Deeper!”
Hearing my mother’s voice, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I quietly went into the next room, climbed onto the toilet, and looked through the partition.
My mother still had her dress on, but it was now pulled up to her waist. She was leaning against the toilet seat with her hands, her round ass in the air, enduring the thrusts from behind. Her fishnet-covered legs stood together in a way that was both elegant and lewd.
Between the two white buttocks, a big, thick black cock was entering and exiting the wet pussy, pulling the two lips of flesh to flip in and out. The vaginal fluid flowed everywhere.
Ky Nam just pulled down his jeans, frantically thrusting into his teacher. His two hands reached forward, crushing his mother’s braless breasts. His balls hit her clitoris, and his groin slammed into her ass, creating waves of vibrating flesh.
“Teacher… teacher… I’m so happy… you smell so good… you’re fucking killing me… you’re so slutty today… you slut!”
“Don’t… um… hurry up… you stabbed me to death… ah! ah! You stabbed me again… you stabbed me through… ah!”
Fuck, Ky Nam’s cock feels so good. My mother’s pussy sucked it like a hungry leech. Thick pussy juice ran down her legs, wetting her socks.
“Ah… ah… your dick is big… you’re so good… ah… making Man Man… feel so good… want… want to melt… um ah!”
“You… teacher… you are so slutty today… you seduce me… tell me… do you want my big cock… slutty teacher!”
“Ah… teacher… teacher is such a slut! Teacher wants my big cock! Wants me to fuck her… hurry up… fuck Man Man… teacher wants my big cock… put it in there… harder… ah! ah!… Too deep… hit the heart again ah!”
My mother moaned shamelessly. She was fucked until she was out of breath, her hair was a mess, but she still tried to lift her ass up higher to receive his cock. Each thrust of Ky Nam was deep, hitting straight into her womb. This feeling of “fucking the womb” drove her crazy with pleasure.
“Oh… oh my god!… It’s inside again… so deep… really… I’m… fucked to death by you… ah! ah! It feels so good… ah! Fuck me to death… fuck me to death… ah! ah!”
Mom’s moans echoed throughout the bathroom. Ky Nam was like a mad beast, frantically thrusting into her spasming pussy. The sound of flesh slapping echoed, and a red patch appeared on Mom’s white buttocks.
It is true that a woman who has cheated once will cheat countless times. I looked at that scene, my cock in my pants was hard and aching. One hand I held onto the partition, the other hand tremblingly unbuttoned my pants, intending to pull out my cock and masturbate.
But just then, my foot slipped off the toilet lid.
“BOOM!”
I fell flat on the floor.