Classrooms and girls' restrooms

Days passed, and to avoid disrupting her teaching, my mother continued to dress provocatively for classes, seemingly ignoring the doctor's advice to change her attire. She didn't eventually have an abortion, perhaps out of a sense of unease about being pregnant, or perhaps to make things easier for her if she miscarried, and to give me some peace of mind. A little over a month later, her belly was slightly protruding, and the fetus appeared healthy. Reluctantly, my mother told her students and the school that she was pregnant, so the school could arrange a substitute teacher if she gave birth.
My mother said that since announcing her pregnancy, many male students had approached her, even asking to touch her slightly protruding belly. I think that my mother's usual form-fitting and sexy clothing, combined with the slightly protruding belly and the hint of pregnancy, seemed to be a way of showcasing her excellent reproductive ability and the superior genes for carrying on the family line, which probably stimulated some male desires. Those male students, under the guise of touching her belly, were probably trying to take advantage of her. Of course, this is just my personal speculation!
I wanted to try and understand the students' situation, so I went to the school. But going suddenly seemed too abrupt. I checked the dates and then looked up some school information. My mother's school was having a school fair next week, which was a good time because my mother would invite me to attend. This event had a special meaning for me—it was the origin of my desire for my mother.
Sure enough, my mother invited me. I went with her that day. My mother was still wearing a tight-fitting shirt and a short, narrow skirt, looking very beautiful. Her sheer stockings made me want to touch her. I stayed by her side the whole time during the fair. The male students didn't dare to get too close and behaved very properly, but their eyes kept wandering over my mother. Later, I couldn't stand the feeling of my woman being coveted, so I told my mother that I wanted her to come with me to rest somewhere else.
My mother suggested going to her classroom, since the students wouldn't be there at that time, and it was on the top floor anyway, so few people would be going home. As we reached the stairwell next to the classroom, she rubbed her stockinged legs, complaining that the stairs were high and sore. Provoked by this teasing gesture, I grabbed her from behind. My mother hurriedly checked for security cameras and, after confirming no one was around, boldly allowed me to caress her thighs in the stairwell. In this open space, risking being discovered, we flirted with each other; my mother probably enjoyed the thrill.
After a while, I whispered in my mother's ear that I wanted it. She panicked and said, "No... we can't do it at school, what if we get caught..." But my mother couldn't stop me. I started tugging at her clothes. She glanced at the classroom next door and muttered to herself, "No, in the classroom... what if a student comes back... and sees me and my son..." "The men's restroom at the end of the corridor... is too far... too dangerous..."
Just as she was still hesitating, I had already unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt. My mother anxiously checked that no one was around and then pushed me into the public women's restroom on the other side of the stairs.
Just as I was being pushed in, I saw my mother lean back slightly. After a while, she told me to hurry up and go into a separate stall in the women's restroom. I asked her what was wrong. My mother said anxiously that she saw two female students walking towards the women's restroom at the end of the corridor. Then my mother and I hid in the innermost stall. She pressed her hands against the door and her ear against the door, as if listening to what was happening outside.
Seeing her shapely buttocks facing me, the sheen of her stockinged legs gleaming under the light, my already excited nature was aroused even more. Without a word, in that narrow space, I tore at her pantyhose and underwear from her inner thighs. My mother did struggle, but more than struggling, she was afraid of making a sound and being discovered. In no time, her skirt was lifted to her waist, her wet vulva was right in front of me, her underwear had been pulled to the ground, and there were large holes in her stockings on her inner thighs. My mother turned her head and shook her head at me in horror. At this moment, my penis inch by inch slid into her vagina.
"Mmm... Hmm... Mmm..." Just as my mother made these sounds, the girls' laughter grew closer. She covered her mouth with her hands, afraid the sounds would leak out. But I didn't stop; instead, I thrust into her even harder. At this moment, the girls went into the bathroom, and my mother dared not make a sound. She raised her buttocks high, using the most convenient position for me to enter and exit her body, afraid that if I didn't go smoothly, I would bump into something and make suspicious noises that would attract attention.
Although I knew what my mother meant, her behavior of letting me have my way only aroused my pleasure. I thrust into her vagina with all my might, and soon my mother began to secrete a lot of love juice. The "splashing" sound of the water grew louder and louder. My mother kept shaking her head, showing that she didn't want to be sexually assaulted like this here. I removed her hands from her mouth and suddenly thrust forward forcefully. My mother's head hit the door, and she let out a soft "Mmm~".
In an instant, the laughter outside the door stopped. One of the female students said, "It sounds like someone's there..." The other replied, "Um... I heard it too... and... that sound... it sounds like..." Then one of them started calling out, "English teacher... are you there? Is that you?"
"Why are you calling for the English teacher..."
"Just now... I saw the English teacher at the end of the corridor..."
"You must be mistaken... maybe she came down the stairs next to the girls' restroom..." At this point, the two female students lowered their voices and continued, "It was definitely her... she's the only teacher who dares to dress so provocatively..." "There's no response... it probably isn't the teacher..." "Hmph... that teacher dresses so provocatively to seduce male students..."
"What if she got laid in the toilet by a male student... it wouldn't be surprising at all..." "Hey... don't talk nonsense... what if it really is a teacher inside and she hears it!" "Don't worry... if it were her... she would have rushed out and yelled at her by now..." "I wonder which two young couples are so bold... doing it in the school's girls' restroom..." Although I was a little annoyed by their rude remarks to my mother, what attracted my attention at this moment was my mother's physical changes. Perhaps it was the intense stimulation and excitement of being discovered having sex by students that caused my mother's vagina to start secreting a lot of love juice, which flowed from the inside of her thighs down her legs to her ankles, soaking a large area of her stockings. It was very obvious under the light and shadow. At this moment, I deliberately slapped my mother's buttocks, making a "slap slap" sound. She still didn't dare to moan, but the abundant love juice told me how ashamed she was.
The female students were a little terrified. "Oh my god... there really is someone having sex in that innermost room..." "Quick... I'll go tell the instructor right away..." "I want to go with you too... I'm too scared to stay here alone..." After hearing the running sounds disappear, my mother started panting heavily, and said to me in a weak voice, "Ugh... hurry... hurry... give it to me... ugh..." "Ugh~ shoot it in... finish quickly... the instructor... is coming..." Seeing my mother pleading with me so anxiously, I increased my strength. My mother was very sensitive due to her pregnancy, and she immediately cried out and climaxed. I quickly poured my semen into her body.
After we quickly tidied our clothes and washed our hands at the sink outside the restroom, we were about to go inside to avoid trouble when two female students and the instructor ran out of the stairwell. The instructor rushed to the last stall in the restroom, knocked on the door, opened it, and found no one there. He then came over and asked my mother, who had turned around, "Teacher... excuse me... did you see anyone in the restroom just now?" "Instructor... I didn't see anyone... why are you asking me?" "Oh... the two female students said they thought they saw you go into the restroom... so they wanted to ask you..." "Um... I just went downstairs to look for my son... not to the restroom..." the female student quickly said. "Teacher... just now... we heard someone having sex in the restroom... it was terrifying..." "Oh... instructor... if that's the case, I think I saw a male student run away in the stairwell just now..." At this moment, my mother leaned back on the sink, her long, beautiful legs crossed tightly, as if afraid that the tear in her pantyhose would be seen. At this moment, I felt the instructor staring at my mother's entire body, perhaps... Because my mother naturally attracted men's attention, it seemed he also noticed the hole in her stockings. At that moment, the instructor said, "Uh... teacher... um... if anything... remember... tell us!" "And teacher... be careful of the sink behind you, um... water's gotten on your legs..." It seemed this instructor had also noticed that my mother's stockings were half-soaked with vaginal fluid. My mother pretended to be calm, thanked the instructor for his concern, and wiped the water from her legs, saying she needed to go into the women's restroom to dry off. The two female students left, puzzled. The instructor then stayed behind and said to me, "Teacher... if your mother... is embarrassed to say anything... but has given you any hints... remember to tell us!" "Instructor, what do you mean?" "Um, didn't you notice the tear in your mother's stockings on the inside of her thigh... and the water on her legs? The sink faucet wasn't turned on, and the water wasn't overflowing... how could it have gotten on her legs..." "You might be angry if I say this." "It's okay, instructor, please continue..."
"I suspect your mother might have been assaulted by that male student she mentioned... She's too embarrassed to say anything... If she told you anything... or who did it... please let us know... at least we need to find out who this male student is... He even preys on pregnant women..." "Uh... I understand... If my mother says anything... I'll tell you!" After the instructor left quickly, I told my mother in the restroom that everyone was gone. She came out blushing and complained that I was the reason she almost got caught in an affair. She kept asking me what the instructor had told me. I skipped over the part about my mother being found with vaginal fluid and her stockings being torn, and told her that the instructor said there was a male student who hadn't been caught yet. He would sexually assault girls, even pregnant women, and that my mother should be careful. After hearing this, my mother seemed a little surprised that such a person really existed on campus, and she was also a little scared. She took a long coat from the classroom, tied it around her waist, and asked me to tell her students that the teacher had to leave first. She then ran back to the car to wait for me to get in so we could go home together.
My experience of having sex in the girls' restroom at school is unforgettable. I thought my mother would be angry that I did that to her in public, but that wasn't the case. When I mentioned it to her, I could sense that she seemed to enjoy the excitement. Perhaps she had never experienced it before, or maybe she had already fallen for me and was ready to let me have my way. But my mother also said that rumors were circulating on campus that people were having sex in the restrooms, and that she seemed to be one of the participants. She felt helpless but was afraid that explaining would only make things worse. I advised her that the whispers would naturally disappear over time, and that proved to be true.
Three months have passed, and my mother's belly has swelled up considerably. She's started wearing looser clothes, probably the same red jumpsuit she wore before, only looser around the waist without a belt or corset. She's also wearing thigh-high stockings. She still looks stunning. My mother also mentioned that recently a group of strange male students have been asking to touch her belly after class. They touch it for a long time, giving her strange looks and then quickly running outside to whisper and laugh. Yes! Those male students are the same group that the leader of the group went to the karaoke bar with. After hearing this, I thought that these people are probably still in contact with that beast. He probably told them that my mother's pregnancy was his doing, but my mother doesn't know the inside story and just thinks the male students are just curious about a pregnant woman.
It was three months along, and I asked my mother to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. Firstly, I wanted to tell her that since the child was conceived through inbreeding, early testing was crucial to prevent future problems with the baby. Secondly, I wanted to confirm the child's paternity. We went to the hospital another day. I told my mother I would pay for the tests. After her examination, I added a DNA test to the list, but I didn't want her to know about it, to avoid any misunderstandings. I asked the hospital to give me the report first. Almost a month later, the report came back.
Every test result showed the fetus was normal except for the DNA, which didn't match mine. I was devastated, deeply shocked. That beast got away with it! No wonder the baby is so healthy; it's not a product of inbreeding! But I have no reason or opportunity to ask my mother to abort the child, because I was the one who asked her to give birth to it.
After that, I could only passively watch the baby grow day by day in my mother's womb. Because of the long pregnancy, my mother's maternal instincts had been awakened, changing her previous mindset. She was extremely protective of the fetus in her womb, probably thinking it was my child too—a case of loving the baby
because of the baby! The only consolation later was that the child was a girl! A wicked thought surfaced in my mind, telling me there would be a chance for revenge in the future, but I immediately shook my head and suppressed that thought; after all, the child was innocent. On her due date, my mother suddenly went into labor, her water broke, and after a lot of struggling, she was wheeled to the delivery room!
I was the one on paternity leave. When I saw the baby's head bursting from my mother's vagina, my heart was filled with complex emotions. First, I felt something had been taken away. The place where my mother gave birth to me was now nurturing that beast's child, and a healthy one at that. Every time she pushed, my heart ached!
Then the entire fetus slid out. Seeing the umbilical cord connection, I wanted to cut it even more than the doctor. My mother weakly held the baby, but noticing my pale face, she asked what was wrong. I said I was just worried, adding that it was a pity the baby didn't look like me. My mother smiled weakly and said, "Maybe it looks more like her." After being discharged from the hospital, my mother's figure changed slightly around her abdomen. The only improvement was in her breasts, which were now large due to milk; they must have jumped another cup size. Every time my mother wanted to breastfeed, I would deliberately run over and say I wanted some too. Initially… My mother firmly refused, probably because she thought I had already given birth to her child, so her view of me had changed from son to her man. After a few flirtatious attempts, she reluctantly let me suckle her breast milk. The slightly sweet and slightly fishy taste was irresistible, but I drank greedily each time, making her make excited yet ashamed sounds. In the end, she would push me away, saying, "You're going to drink it all, daughter... what will your sister drink!" I knew I didn't really want the child to drink, but since my mother didn't know the truth, I could only silently obey.
After a while, my mother noticed that I seemed to be competing for her attention with the child and started to reject her. She asked me why, and I still smiled and said it was because she didn't look like me! My mother, both amused and exasperated, said that it was just for this kind of thing
that she blurted out, "Then why not just have another child like you? Why are you being so stubborn?" After she agreed to my request, and once she regained her slender figure, I started to frequently woo her after school. When I undressed her, her breasts, large and alluring from the milk, were visually stimulating and aroused me. I would often vigorously knead her breasts during sex, causing her warm, fragrant milk to spray everywhere!
During intense thrusting, she would let loose and moan loudly. From then on, we had a fulfilling sex life every day. Sometimes it was too intense, and my mother would sometimes complain shyly that it was a nightmare. But soon after, with my mother actively trying to conceive, she became pregnant again! This time, I was confident that the child was mine.

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