Stocking-clad female teacher

The morning sun had already illuminated the white curtains, casting its light on my breasts and gently waking me.

Apart from a pair of purple stockings and garter belts on my legs, my body was completely naked.

Just as I was about to get dressed for work, I remembered it was Sunday.

Looking back, I saw my son, Xiaojun, sleeping soundly beside me. He was also completely naked, but his penis was covered in semen.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, "No wonder, if we hadn't all had the day off, how could I have spent the whole night with him?"

I reached back and touched my genitals, and the thin, smooth, transparent purple stockings on my beautiful legs, both stained with large patches of dried semen. My cheeks flushed instantly. "That little devil! Before, I only let him secretly touch my stockings, but now I have to be treated like a prostitute, wearing revealing stockings every day and being manipulated by him. When do I not have to change into clean stockings every day? And then look forward to my son's next act of rape?"

A sweet feeling welled up inside me. I gently lifted the blanket covering Xiao Jun, looking at his slightly erect penis, and couldn't resist reaching out to stroke it.

I rubbed his pink glans with my fingers, then gently stroked the foreskin covered in thick, fishy semen and white smegma.

I put my foreskin-covered index finger into my mouth and sucked on it; the strong, fishy smell of semen aroused me again.

In the past few months, I have enjoyed the most fulfilling, happiest, and sweetest incestuous sex life I have ever had.

My eighteen-year-old son, Xiaojun, has given his thirty-six-year-old mother the most delicious taste of penis and semen.

But at first, as a teacher and a mother, I never imagined things would develop to this point.

It all started one early summer evening.

I came home from school at eleven o'clock at night.

The TV was still on, but my son, Xiaojun, was fast asleep on the sofa. It turned out that my good son was waiting for his mother to come to the door.

I wanted to wake Xiaojun up and go back to his room to sleep, but I was afraid of disturbing him.

So I didn't wake Xiaojun. I just quietly took off my high heels and went into the bathroom. I didn't even close the bathroom door before I started to take a shower.

A little while later, my sleepy son suddenly staggered in and, without even lifting the toilet seat, took out his penis and tried to urinate.

By this time, I had already taken off my suit shirt and skirt, and my black lace bra was also removed and placed in the laundry basket, leaving only my tight panties barely covering my genitals.

I was just about to pull down my extremely thin, sheer black stockings

when someone suddenly barged in. I instinctively gasped and covered my exposed breasts with my hands.

"Xiao Jun, why didn't you knock before barging in?"

My son's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly stopped urinating and looked at me.

My half-pulled black stockings exposed my panties, and through the semi-transparent black panties, I could see my black pubic hair; my hands couldn't cover my entire breasts, only my two pink nipples.

I noticed that my son was staring blankly at my half-naked body, his limp penis slowly becoming erect, pointing straight at me.

I was initially stunned, and a little shy from my son's burning gaze, but my instincts as a teacher and mother told me: Xiao Jun is eighteen years old now, he's sensible.

Although I'm thirty-six, thanks to proper care, I still maintain a great figure. My breasts are firm, round, and elastic, my waist is slender, and my legs, clad in stockings, are so long and sexy… My son must have been experiencing the allure of women through his mother's half-naked body.

"Xiao Jun!"

I called softly. My son snapped out of his reverie, averting his lustful gaze from between my stockinged legs.

He quickly shoved his erect penis back into his pants and hurriedly left.

While showering, I suddenly worried that I might have frightened my son, so I immediately dried myself, put on a bathrobe, and went to check on him.

I saw Xiao Jun still sitting somewhat absentmindedly on the edge of the bed, his penis still erect, a high tent formed in his pants.

My face flushed red, but my dual responsibilities as a mother and teacher made me feel the need to give my son a sex education lesson.

I gently explained the physiology of men and women to my son, teaching him how to deal with puberty, how to masturbate, and so on... Just as I blushed and gently pulled down Xiaojun's underwear, taking out his long, hard penis, preparing to teach him how to clean the smegma on his foreskin, Xiaojun's penis suddenly spasmed violently, and a thick stream of milky white semen shot into my hand.

His semen was so plentiful and hot, shooting so far and powerfully, with much of the sticky semen landing on my exposed chest and thighs outside my bathrobe.

I even felt my hair and face covered in my son's hot semen.

The strong, fishy smell of semen filled Xiaojun's room, the air thick with the scent of mother and son's lewdness.

"...Mom...Mom, I'm sorry. I...I...I ejaculated..."

"No...it's okay...you can masturbate whenever you need to..."

Hearing Xiaojun say

the word "ejaculate," my soul seemed to tremble, and I actually encouraged my son to masturbate more.

The mature body beneath the bathrobe reacted as well. I felt my nipples harden, and it felt as if something was slowly flowing out of my genitals.

I tried not to think about these thoughts. I took several tissues and gently wiped my son's still-erect penis.

But every time my fingers touched Xiao Jun's sensitive glans through the tissues, his penis throbbed strongly, and more semen flowed out of my hand.

So I gently squeezed the area between Xiao Jun's glans and foreskin with my fingers, hoping to squeeze out the remaining semen. My fingers, which were stroking my son's glans, became wet and slippery, and I gradually rubbed faster and faster, as if a prostitute were providing masturbation services to a client.

I kept my head down and my face flushed as I rubbed Xiao Jun's penis, afraid that he would smell the pungent odor emanating from my genitals due to sexual arousal.

Afterwards, I went back to the bedroom without taking a shower.

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, I discovered that there was a trace of semen on my face.

I immediately realized that Xiao Jun had just seen his mother's pretty face stained with his thick, fishy semen. I couldn't resist any longer and used my fingers to suck the semen off my face, my mouth instantly filled with the fishy smell of my son's semen.

I withdrew my semen-covered fingers and instead used them to caress my already wet and dripping labia, smearing the semen of a man other than my husband inside my tight vagina.

That night, I masturbated three times, achieving an unprecedented orgasm.

Afterward, I noticed that Xiao Jun masturbated more frequently. I didn't object to my son, who was going through puberty, releasing his sexual desires.

But later, every time I entered Xiao Jun's room, I would smell a strong fishy odor of semen, and the wastepaper basket was always piled high with tissues soaked in semen.

Later still, I began to discover that Xiao Jun would masturbate without any restraint, even deliberately, when I was aware of it: for example, he started masturbating without closing the bedroom door.

Many times when I passed by my son's room, I saw him facing the door, masturbating, as if he was waiting for me so I could watch him ejaculate. Sometimes I would suddenly feel someone behind me, but when I turned around, I would only see a puddle of white fluid on the floor. Every day after work, the stockings I took off in the bathroom to wash would become Xiaojun's masturbation tools.

He would often deliberately open the bathroom door so I could see him masturbating until he ejaculated while wrapped in my worn stockings, and he would deliberately not wash the stockings clean afterward, so I could see them covered in his white semen. He would also sneak into my room, open my wardrobe, and ejaculate on my clean stockings.

After seeing me, I would put on those wet, slippery stockings so Xiaojun could admire his mother's beautiful legs stained with his semen. He even tried to secretly ejaculate on my miniskirt and stocking-clad calves while I was cooking in the kitchen.

I could only endure the itching in my genitals, letting my son's thick, pungent semen soak through my thin, slippery stockings and defile my long, beautiful legs.

I began to realize that Xiaojun, like his father, was particularly interested in my legs in stockings.

Whenever I wore stockings at home, Xiaojun would become even more brazen in masturbating and ejaculating in front of me.

Gradually, I got used to Xiaojun's sexual harassment and teasing; I could even say I enjoyed my son using me, his mother, as the object of his masturbation and sexual fantasies.

I also started trying to cater to Xiaojun's preferences, frequently going to department stores and lingerie shops to buy the latest styles and the thinnest, smoothest sexy stockings: black, white, sheer flesh-colored, gray, purple, and brown stockings; there were bodysuits, lace stockings with garters holding up four bones, or stockings with cutouts in the middle revealing the genitals.

I would often walk in front of Xiaojun wearing different colored stockings and high heels, or deliberately sit next to him wearing stockings, touching his body with my stocking-clad legs. Each time, I could clearly see my son's penis erect in his pants.

Sometimes Xiaojun would use excuses to place his hands on my stockinged legs and gently stroke them, or even hug me from behind while I was cooking, squeezing my breasts with his hands and rubbing my stockinged legs with his erect penis. Sometimes I could even feel Xiaojun taking off his pants, letting his hot penis directly contact the stockings.

Afterwards, my stockings would often be soaked, not only from the semen secreted by my son's burning glans, but also from the love fluid flowing from my lustful vulva.

If Xiao Jun were to peek at me, he would discover that under his mother's super short miniskirt, she wasn't wearing any underwear at all, only different styles of thin, smooth stockings covering my genitals. Even when I wore garter stockings or lace stockings, my soft pubic hair and moist labia were completely exposed, always dripping with wanton love fluid.

Basically, I was always ready to open my labia and let my son's penis penetrate me for incestuous intercourse.

To satisfy Xiao Jun's sexual desire, I gradually started wearing only stockings and no underwear, whether at home or at school.

As a result, I have been molested by strange men on my way to work multiple times. After touching my stockinged legs, they noticed I wasn't wearing underwear and assumed I was a slut who loved wearing stockings. They then brazenly rubbed my labia and clitoris with their filthy fingers, even inserting their fingers into my vagina and placing their penises in my hands.

Sometimes, to avoid further trouble, I had no choice but to masturbate for them, rubbing multiple strange men's penises with both hands simultaneously, or letting their large glans rub against my stockinged legs.

These included young men and elderly lecherous men, leaving my palms, miniskirt, and stockings often stained with sticky, fishy semen.

If my students paid close attention, they would notice that their teacher's stockings were stained with different men's semen every day.

Several audacious middle-aged men even tried to pry open my labia with their semen-dripping glans, intending to insert their filthy penises and gang rape me in public on the train.

Luckily, I got off the bus in time and escaped their rape.

Unexpectedly, one of the perverts recognized me as a teacher. He used the excuse of finding me in the administration office of the school where I teach, and shamelessly threatened me: "Oh...so Ms. Zhen Xin'er from Shangzhi Academy is actually a slut who loves wearing stockings and doesn't like wearing underwear to school?"

I was naturally shocked: "What...what are you talking about? I...I don't understand at all."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. As long as you spread your legs now, Ms. Zhen, and let me see if you're wearing underwear under your skirt, I can clear your name."

I subconsciously squeezed my legs, clad in black stockings, together to prevent the pervert from seeing my exposed genitals.

"What a joke! Why should I listen to you!"

I felt anxious and uneasy, my stockinged legs tightly crossed, and my hands clasped around my large breasts beneath my silk shirt.

"It's okay if you don't listen now, you'll be obedient after you see these photos."

He grinned lewdly, then handed me his phone.

I took the phone and saw a picture on the screen of me being molested on the tram. My miniskirt was lifted up, revealing my brown lace stockings and bare genitals. The photo clearly showed me with my eyes closed, enduring their fingers teasing my labia, and another hand caressing my stockinged legs.

I remembered the last time I wore brown stockings was about four or five days ago. It turned out this lewd man had already taken pictures of me being molested. Even though I snatched his phone, I didn't know if he had saved the photos to his computer or sent them to others.

"What... do you want..."

I softened, my tightly closed legs parting slightly.

"Hey, it's nothing,"

the lecherous man glanced at my stockinged legs, "You can continue being a naked beauty teacher, but I'll have to take off your panties for you every day before you go to class. And of course... you'll have to lick this for me."

As he spoke, he pointed to his crotch, and I saw something bulging between his legs. I blushed and turned my head away, but my shameful and seductive demeanor only aroused his lust.

"Little bitch, aren't you going to crawl over here and lick your master's penis?"

This shameless lecherous man was actually threatening me to be his sex slave, and even wanted me to perform oral sex on him in his own office? "Want to resist? Aren't you afraid I'll publish your lewd photos to all the faculty and students in the school, letting them know that the usually beautiful and kind Ms. Zhen Xin'er is actually a slutty teacher who loves wearing stockings and being molested by strange men? Perhaps many students in this school already have sexual fantasies about you and wish they could line up to rape you! Why don't I just distribute your nude photos in stockings to them and let them masturbate in front of your pictures?"

I was so scared that I was about to cry, and glistening tears hung on my eyes.

"I...I beg you...no...don't do this...I...I'll do whatever you say..."

My voice grew softer and softer as I slowly stood up from my chair and knelt on the ground, trembling as I crawled between the pervert's legs.

I originally just wanted to satisfy my son's sexual desires, but now I've even abandoned my noble identity as a teacher and have to crawl naked in my own office, serving a strange man's smelly penis with my mouth.

Wearing black stockings, I reluctantly crawled to the pervert and placed my hands on his thighs.

I closed my eyes and reached out to unzip his pants.

But this pervert forced me to open my eyes and watch how his penis got erect.

The moment my fingertips touched his penis, I felt a burning sensation.

I tried to pull out his shaft, but it was so large I couldn't even grasp it with one hand.

Suddenly, the pervert's penis emerged from his pants, the entire thick, hard shaft slapping against my soft cheek with a loud "smack. "

The stranger's genitals rubbed against my lightly powdered face, the glans occasionally brushing against my rosy lips, emitting a strong, pungent odor.

"Aren't you going to lick your master's big cock? You sex slave teacher!"

The pervert kept trying to pry open my lips with his glans, and again showed me the obscene photos of me on his phone.

In the photos, although I was being groped by three or four men, my expression seemed to suggest a kind of enjoyment.

Did I really like wearing stockings and exposing my body, enjoying having my legs caressed and my labia rubbed by strange men? Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an itch between my legs, as if some kind of liquid was slowly flowing out; the strange man's penis in front of me no longer seemed ferocious, the purplish-black glans exuding a captivating, erotic fragrance, enticing me to stick out my tongue and tease it.

I began to passionately lick the pervert's penis, using oral sex techniques I had never used on my husband to please this strange man's filthy penis.

I extended my delicate tongue, starting from the base of the shaft and licking upwards to the deep groove between the foreskin and the glans, where white smegma had accumulated; his penis was thick and long, and I couldn't take it all in my mouth at once, so I could only lick along the glans and foreskin, using my tongue to lick away the smegma and swallow it. I even licked my lips at the pervert, as if I were eating something more delicious than semen.

The pervert seemed quite satisfied with my seductive behavior, and the penis in his mouth became even thicker.

I gradually lost track of whether I was truly being forced to perform oral sex on this lecherous man. I no longer cared about my noble status as a beautiful teacher, nor did I care if someone suddenly walked in and saw me wearing stockings and exposing my buttocks while performing oral sex on someone in the administration office. I just worked harder and harder to please the lecherous man's stinking penis with my tongue. I wanted to suck out his white semen with my lustful red lips.

I wanted his semen to spray onto my face, hair, and black stockings. I wanted to swallow his semen in front of him.

I released my lips from sucking on the glans and instead used my hand to stroke the lecherous man's penis.

I looked at the lecherous man with a seductive smile, and he also gently stroked my hair, lewdly saying, "How is it, Teacher Zhen Xin'er? Does my penis taste good?"

I licked the secretions on the lecherous man's urethra with the tip of my tongue, pulling out a thread of semen.

As I gently pinched his testicles and glans with my fingers, I lowered my head and said, "Mmm...delicious...I...I want more..."

My face flushed, and my hand stroking his penis moved even faster.

"What else do you want to eat, you little slut?"

The pervert wiped my cheek with his penis dripping with semen.

"I...I want to eat...Master...Master's...semen..."

My voice grew softer and softer, I was so ashamed that I wanted to disappear, and I buried my

head and took the pervert's penis into my mouth again. My knees were aching from kneeling and performing oral sex, so I spread my legs and squatted on the ground so that the pervert could admire my naked genitals and black stockings.

I felt my pink labia opening and closing, flowing out sweet love juice, which dripped onto the floor of the administration office.

The pervert saw me spreading my legs to give him oral sex, revealing my vulva and stockinged legs, and lewdly said, "Hey! I told you long ago, you slutty female teacher only likes to wear stockings and doesn't like to wear underwear to class! I see you've always wanted to spread your legs like this, exposing your cunt, to give oral sex and masturbate to all the men on the tram, right? You even want them to line up one after another to penetrate your beautiful cunt, so you go on the tram every day naked with stockings to seduce them, right? You slutty female teacher who loves wearing stockings!"

With his penis in my mouth, I couldn't speak, and could only shake my head repeatedly in protest.

I imagined the male passengers on the tram lining up one after another, wanting to take turns inserting their stinking penises into my tender vagina: ignoring my moans and struggles, they pressed down on me one after another, thrusting and then ejaculating their white semen into my vagina.

The man in front of me had barely ejaculated and withdrawn when another male passenger behind me, impatient, thrust his burning hot, iron-like penis inside me. My vagina was filled with the filthy semen of countless strange men; each thrust caused the overflowing semen to spill out.

My lustful vulva, however, seemed unwilling to waste a single drop of semen; its elastic walls contracted and sucked at the penises entering and exiting me, allowing a large number of sperm from different men to be ejaculated into my uterus, fertilizing me.

I felt that I would become pregnant for these strange men, giving birth to multiple bastard children.

Besides my vagina, my mouth was also filled with semen. The male passengers took turns inserting their penises into my mouth, forcing me to suck the purplish-black glans with my lips, lick the smegma off the foreskin with my tongue, and swallow their foul-smelling semen.

My face, hair, throat, and stomach were covered in the semen of dozens of passengers. My hands were constantly stroking multiple penises, and many male passengers were rubbing their still-erect penises against my spread-eagled legs, making my thin black stockings gleam with a wet sheen.

I had become a sex toy for all the male passengers on the tram to excrete their semen. Dozens of men's semen covered my entire body, emitting a filthy stench.

The thought of being gang-raped by a group of dirty and lustful strangers actually gave me a filthy, shameful pleasure.

My genitals flowed even more fluid, and my lips sucked the lecher's glans even harder.

Finally, the lecher couldn't withstand my licking any longer, and his penis throbbed violently in my mouth, gushing out thick, fishy semen that sprayed into my throat.

I rarely performed oral sex on my husband, but now I was savoring the scalding semen ejaculated by this lecherous man. I had begun to love the thick, salty, and fishy smell of semen. I wanted to drink the semen of different men every day, whether they were construction workers, robbers, or filthy beggars. As long as they were willing, I would immediately kneel down and perform oral sex and masturbation for them.

The lecherous man's semen was so plentiful and thick that before I could even swallow it, the white semen had already filled my mouth. Some of it slowly dripped from the corners of my mouth, landing on my breasts and stockinged legs. The elegant black stockings and the cloudy semen created an obscene contrast.

He then pulled his still-ejaculating penis out of my mouth, letting the remaining semen spray onto my pretty face and hair.

The semen, which did not belong to my husband, stained my lightly made-up face, emitting a strong fishy smell, but I treasured it like a precious gem, using my fingers to put the semen from my face into my mouth like a prostitute.

I sat on the floor of the administration office, licking my fingers, smeared with his semen, in front of the pervert. I then stretched out my stockinged legs, showing him the stains on my black suspender stockings.

I gently stirred the sticky semen on the stockings, then spread my legs, smearing the pervert's semen on my labia.

Seeing my lewd behavior, the pervert's penis, which had just ejaculated, twitched involuntarily again.

I smiled seductively and licked away the remaining semen on his glans, then licked around the foreskin, finally kissing his large glans.

I said, "Thank you for your big penis and semen, Master."

I had completely become a slut who loved wearing stockings and even enjoyed giving oral sex to perverts at school.

The pervert seemed very satisfied; he told me to take off my stockings and give them to him as a souvenir.

I obediently stood up, took off my black stockings in front of him, and handed them to him, leaving my lower body naked.

The pervert took the stockings, took a deep sniff, and said, "Mmm! Smells good! Next time I'll bring a few more people to gang rape you."

Then he swaggered away.

I forgot about the phone porn photos.

After the oral sex humiliation in the administration office, I came back to my senses from the shameful sexual pleasure, feeling the strong, fishy smell of the pervert's semen in my mouth; my black stockings had also been taken away by him.

My lower body was naked, revealing my snow-white legs, and my genitals were soaking wet.

Looking at the clock, afternoon classes were about to start, so I quickly pulled down my black mini-skirt and ran to the restroom to clean myself.

I gently wiped my genitals with a tissue in the toilet stall; my labia were wet and smelled sweet, and my soft pubic hair was also covered in vaginal fluid.

My genitals were still very sensitive, but the bell for class had already rung, and I had to... I wanted to leave the restroom as quickly as possible.

But then I remembered that the black suspender stockings I was wearing had been taken by the pervert, and it would be very conspicuous to go out with my legs bare. In my purse, I only had a pair of brand-new, unopened purple stockings.

I had originally planned to buy these alluring four-piece stockings for Xiaojun to use for masturbation; was I really going to wear them to class now? But going to class with bare legs would make me more likely to be noticed by the students, and it would be very embarrassing.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet, unpack the plastic bag, and prepare to put on the thin, transparent purple stockings.

Holding the purple stockings, I sat in the toilet stall, lifted my left leg, put one stocking over my foot, and slowly pulled it up to my calf until the purple lace trim was flush against my thigh; I put on the other stocking... My right leg, without garters, relied solely on the elasticity of the stockings to cling to my leg.

After putting them on, I couldn't help but stroke my legs, the beautiful legs encased in purple stockings rubbing against each other.

The thin, smooth stockings were once again in close contact with my flesh, giving me an unparalleled smoothness and comfort, while simultaneously intensely stimulating my senses: I fantasized about the surprised expressions on the students' faces when they saw my purple stockings; I imagined them seeing beneath my black suit miniskirt a beautiful, naked body encased in purple stockings; the students would become aroused because of my attire… I had become the embodiment of nobility and debauchery.

Thinking of this, my genitals secreted copious amounts of fluid again.

But I simply didn't have time, so I left the restroom, still wearing my purple stockings… Wearing stockings and black high heels, I walked towards the classroom.

On the way, I felt a small amount of vaginal fluid seep onto my stockings, but I couldn't turn back. I could only endure the itching in my lower body and open the classroom door… The moment I stepped into the classroom, the entire class fell silent.

Their eyes were all focused on me—no, on my legs.

Their gazes were strange, a mixture of surprise and delight.

They began to whisper and murmur, but their eyes remained fixed on my legs.

The students in front of me no longer seemed like eighteen-year-old teenagers, but simply pure male animals.

I lowered my head to avoid their gaze, trying my best to appear nonchalant, and said, "What are you doing? Hurry up and sit back down and take out your textbooks."

Today's chemistry lesson was about "composite

polymers": "Applications of nylon."

The commotion finally subsided, and I began to lecture from the podium.

Although they appeared to be listening, I always felt that their gazes and stares were a little strange.

"Nylon is a composite polymer that appears as fine, fibrous threads.

It can be used to make clothing, tennis rackets, and even... stockings."

I paused here,

noticing the students below the stage were unusually silent, all staring intently at my legs in purple stockings.

Finally, someone broke the silence: "Teacher Zhen, are those stockings you're wearing also made of nylon?"

It was Xiao Wu, who was always asking questions.

"Yes...yes, those stockings you're wearing are also made of fine nylon threads, so they're very fine, very thin, and very elastic,"

I tried to explain in detail.

"Then why are your stockings purple? Is nylon itself purple?"

Even Da Niu, who often dozes off, was interested in my purple stockings.

"Oh, no. This purple color is just from dyeing nylon..." "

Then why is the teacher wearing purple stockings to class?...Wait, this morning the teacher seemed to be wearing black, how come they're purple now?"

The bespectacled class monitor, with keen observation, actually asked the most crucial question! "Uh...this...this..."

Everyone started discussing it all at once, and I really didn't know how to respond.

Just then, Fang, who was sitting at the back, stood up and said, "Teacher Zhen, we don't know what nylon is actually made of, could you let us touch it?"

This was quite a shock, Fang actually made such a request.

The other students, upon hearing this, all agreed and echoed, "Yeah! Teacher Zhen, let us touch it~~ Otherwise we won't know what nylon is. Let us touch it~~"

More than thirty boys in the class actually wanted to touch my purple stockings.

But I wasn't wearing underwear, and I couldn't possibly take off my stockings in front of them.

Was I really going to let them touch my legs in stockings? The sexual fantasies I'd had in the bathroom resurfaced.

My face flushed crimson. I lowered my head, legs pressed together, revealing a pair of beautiful legs in purple stockings.

Finally, I mustered my courage, looked up at my students, and said, "Okay."

A roar of cheers erupted from the classroom, which became noisy again.

The students rushed to the front of the class, surrounding me, their eyes all fixed on my purple stockings. The

sheer allure of my beautiful legs in stockings filled me with a profound sense of awe and pleasure.

I forgot that my lower body was completely naked except for the purple stockings. I seductively walked to the desks at the front, turned, and sat down, extending my alluring left leg from my black miniskirt. "Look carefully," I said. "You can touch them, but you have to follow the rules, one at a time."

My students, like slaves, lined up to worship my beautiful legs in stockings.

Their eyes gleamed with lust, their mouths drooled, their heat almost melting me.

All for me, the lustful queen in purple stockings in the classroom! The first to touch my purple stockings was the class monitor.

He hurriedly walked to my desk, kneeling beneath my crossed legs.

He swallowed hard, then cautiously reached out and lifted my left leg.

The class monitor's fingers made their first contact with my calf.

He held up his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, scrutinizing my calves encased in purple stockings, his face almost touching mine.

Even through the stockings, I could feel his warm breath from his nostrils, making me feel a little itchy and excited.

The class monitor's hand, gripping my left calf, trembled slightly as he gently kneaded the soft flesh, giving me a pleasurable massage-like sensation.

The other students watching craned their necks, gazing at how the class monitor caressed my stockings.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the class monitor's ministrations. Seeing my lack of resistance, he became bolder.

He held my calf with one hand, while the other hand moved back and forth across my stockings.

He started at my ankle, sliding up to my knee, then back down to my calf and ankle, repeating this several times.

Finally, his hand rested on my thigh; it seemed the class monitor was captivated by my supple thighs.

He tenderly caressed and kneaded the soft skin beneath my purple stockings, stammering, "So...so smooth..."

The class monitor's first touch made me feel incredibly itchy and weak, and my legs involuntarily parted slightly.

At that moment, the class monitor glanced sideways at the point where my legs met, as if he had discovered something.

His hand on my thigh wanted to move further, to under my black miniskirt.

Fortunately, I stopped him in time: "Okay, okay...to...next student."

The class monitor looked at me with a hint of disappointment, his hand slowly withdrawing from my thigh, but his fingertips still lingered on my purple stockings.

I smiled slightly at him, and he tactfully walked away.

The next student quickly came to take the class monitor's place; this time it was Da Niu.

As soon as he arrived, he grabbed my leg, his large, rough hands roughly stroking the stockings.

I frowned slightly and said to him, "Da Niu, you don't need to rush. You can take your time... touch my stockings. Try being gentle, gently stroke my legs with your fingers, and feel the texture of the stockings."

I was actually teaching my students how to caress my stockinged legs in the classroom.

"Yes... like that... touch slowly... how is it? Aren't the teacher's stockings very smooth?"

I gently moved my left leg, letting my purple stockings touch the back of Da Niu's hand.

"Yes! Teacher Zhen, your legs and stockings are really smooth!"

Da Niu sincerely praised, his hands and eyes never leaving my purple stockings as he spoke.

"Alright, alright, next one."

My legs were getting a little tired from being crossed, so I put my left leg down and put my legs together, so that my students wouldn't discover that their noble and dignified teacher was actually a slut who didn't like wearing underwear.

But at this time, the other twenty or so boys in the class seemed to have gotten impatient and started to make a fuss.

"Hurry up! I haven't even touched it yet! Why have we been waiting so long?"

"Teacher Zhen, waiting one by one like this isn't working. Why don't we all come together?"

Suddenly, someone made a bold suggestion.

Before I could object, the students had already swarmed forward.

"No! How can this be... Hey! No, don't!"

I cried out in a soft voice, but by then, seven or eight students had come over, each grabbing one of my legs, and seven or eight hands were simultaneously moving on them.

My beautiful legs in stockings were being played with, rubbed, and caressed by seven or eight students at the same time, making me feel incredibly ashamed, but at the same time, I had a lewd pleasure of being gang-raped.

I could only support myself on the desk with my hands, presenting my lower body to my students. My beautiful legs in stockings gradually lost their strength and could no longer close. I could see that my naked lower body without underwear was about to be exposed to them.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my toes. My black strappy high heels had been taken off at some point, revealing the toes of my feet covered by purple stockings.

Then came a warm sensation. It was Fang, who had taken my right toe into his mouth, sucking on my stockinged toes as if trying to absorb all the sweat from my feet. He then licked every crevice between my toes through the stockings. My

stockings were soaked with his saliva and turned a deep purple. Jin, who was next to him, followed suit, taking off my left high heel and starting to lick my stockinged sole.

The others weren't idle either; five or six of them were simultaneously rubbing my feet, calves, and thighs, which were tightly encased in purple stockings.

My legs were extremely weak, and my genitals began to secrete uncontrollably fluids.

I tried to close my legs, but I was powerless, and the fluids further soaked the lace toes of my stockings.

Meanwhile, the students' hands became increasingly restless, invading the sacred forbidden zone under my miniskirt from my thighs, stroking upwards along the purple stockings, touching the lace toes soaked with fluids.

The other students peered between my gradually parting legs, gazing at my most private parts.

"Huh? Teacher Zhen, you...aren't you wearing underwear?"

A sharp-eyed student finally noticed my secret.

"Uh...that, that's because...ahhh!"

I stammered, and just as I was about to explain, the hand that had been roaming over my legs suddenly opened them wide, exposing my overflowing, wet lower body to the entire class. I screamed in fright.

"Teacher's lower body is moving."

Everyone was staring at my genitals up close. My

spread legs were covered in purple stockings, with obvious wet patches on the toes and near the lace toes, a stark contrast to my snow-white thighs and dark pubic hair.

My labia were open, the two pink, tender petals opening and closing like flowers, dripping with obscene nectar, as if about to suck up the penises and thick semen of all the boys in front of me.

I saw lust blazing in their eyes, their penises erect and bulging, their pants billowing.

These energetic teenagers had a large amount of thick semen accumulating inside them, with nowhere to be released; and I, with my legs spread wide and my genitals shamelessly exposed before them, was the perfect vessel for their ejaculation.

The atmosphere in the classroom grew increasingly ambiguous.

More than thirty eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys, all eyes fixed on their teacher's exposed genitals.

My legs, clad in purple stockings, were spread wide by seven or eight boys, unable to close, my bare genitals exposed before them, my pubic hair wet.

My lustful vulva was still dripping nectar, moistening my pink labia, gleaming alluringly, as if beckoning my students to insert their penises.

My face flushed crimson, my cheeks burning. No one spoke in the entire classroom except for the heavy breathing of the students, the air thick with the scent of obscenity.

I tried my best to maintain a professional and calm demeanor as a teacher, and tried to speak gently to the students who were holding my legs: "You...you guys can let go of me first, okay? My legs are so sore~"

I gently stroked the inside of my thighs, which were covered by purple stockings, and circled my index finger on the stocking fabric that was soaked with my vaginal fluid.

Unexpectedly, this touch only aroused their animalistic instincts.

One student came over, squatted in front of my genitals, and buried his head in his mouth, sucking the precum from my purple stockings. Seeing this, three or four students also began to lick

the inside of my thighs; one even bolder student stuck out his tongue and teased my sensitive genitals. " Ahhh! Stop! Don't do

this...no , no...ah! Ahh ... He not only licked my labia with his tongue, but also sucked on my vulva with his entire mouth, drinking the nectar inside. His mouth was covered with my secretions, sticky and incredibly obscene. I blushed and turned my head away, not daring to look at his face, but I noticed that he had unzipped his pants at some point, pulled out his hot penis, and was stroking it incessantly with his right hand; while many of the other students around me were also masturbating in front of my naked genitals and stockinged legs. "Ah...you, how can you do such things in front of your teacher..." My voice grew softer and softer, and more and more students took off their pants, exposing their penises, and masturbating in front of me. Their penises weren't small on average, and they were all full of energy, each one throbbing and pulsating. The pink glans indicated their limited sexual experience; some were even protruding and retracting under their foreskins. Some students deliberately moved their penises close to my face, my lips only two or three inches away from their glans. Their young, magnificent penises swayed before me, some already oozing prostatic secretions, emitting a slight fishy and urinous odor. My vision and thoughts blurred. I no longer cared about my identity as a teacher or the constraints of morality. Now I was just a woman ready for sex at any moment; I only wanted these young penises in front of me, I wanted the thick semen inside them. Suddenly, I felt a surge of pleasure in my lower body, causing me to groan involuntarily. But I immediately became alert to the immense danger lurking within this pleasurable sexual sensation. I looked down and saw that the student who had been licking my genitals earlier had, at some point, guided his penis, breaking through my wet labia and inserting his hot glans into my vagina! Of course, he wasn't wearing a condom. If I let him enter my vagina, not only would there be a risk of pregnancy, but other students would see and naturally follow suit, making me the target of gang rape and insemination by the whole class, creating an uncontrollable situation. So I pushed him away forcefully, shouting, "No!!!" Since he had only inserted the glans, I easily pushed him away, and his glans " popped" out of my vagina, the pre-ejaculate and labia forming a thread. My vulva had actually been penetrated by my student, which greatly shocked me; the student was also very surprised, and his penis immediately went limp. I suddenly worried that he might become psychologically impotent because I refused his penetration. I looked at his penis, and then at the erect penises of the boys around me, and after thinking for a moment, I made a decision that I myself could hardly believe: "Let the teacher masturbate you!" Ever since I started wearing only stockings to work and school to satisfy my son Xiaojun's fetish for stockings, I have been going without underwear. This led to a significant increase in the number of times I was sexually harassed on public transportation. Sometimes, to appease the harassing passengers, I would masturbate until they ejaculated in the carriage to prevent further assault. Over time, I became familiar with the structure and erogenous zones of the male penis, knowing which part of the glans could stimulate a man to ejaculate quickly. But I never expected that my masturbation skills would be used on my junior high school students, and nearly thirty boys at that! I was going to use my hands to make thirty penises ejaculate! When the students heard that I was going to masturbate them, they were somewhat incredulous, yet filled with anticipation and excitement. So, some of them slowly released my legs and came over, their erect penises gradually surrounding me, playfully bouncing in front of me and emitting a pungent, sexual odor. I slowly squatted down, kneeling on the classroom floor, my slippery purple stockings touching the cold floor. Just minutes ago, I was forced to kneel in the teachers' room, wearing black stockings, and perform oral sex on the pervert who blackmailed me; now I'm volunteering to masturbate my students, kneeling like a prostitute to receive their stinking penises. I'm truly an irresistible stocking-clad slut, but the thirty eager penises before me interrupted my thoughts. What I need to do now is use my smooth, delicate hands to stroke these thirty young penises. I trembled slightly as I reached out my left hand, slowly towards Lu's crotch on my left; his penis was already peeking out of his zipper. The moment my fingertips touched Lu's shaft, I felt a warm pulse. I took a deep breath, made up my mind, and grasped the shaft with my five fingers, enveloping the entire penis in my left palm. Lu's breathing immediately became rapid, and I felt heat emanating from his penis; I began to slowly rub the penis in my hand, while my other hand reached towards the penis on my right. Three students proactively extended their penises, wanting me to rub them first. I playfully extended a finger, tapping their glans to test their erection: a gentle press of my index finger caused their penises to initially be pushed down, then immediately spring back forcefully; I then gently squeezed their glans with my thumb and forefinger, and clear pre-ejaculate immediately flowed from their urethral opening. I dabbed some pre-ejaculate with my fingertip and smeared it on their glans, then gently teased the fascia between their penis and the glans with my fingernail, before rubbing their testicles downwards from the shaft. These subtle teasings caused my students to become very aroused, their penises throbbing with desire. I was simultaneously rubbing the penises of five or six students with both hands, but many still failed to get a chance to kiss me. Then I noticed that my chubby classmate, Da Niu, was standing in front of me with his erect penis, only centimeters from my mouth. I could clearly see his thick, short penis, the half-exposed glans being unusually large and bright red, covered in whitish-yellow smegma, and emitting a strong odor of urine. I felt extremely disgusted, but on the other hand, I wanted to try licking that foul-smelling glans to see what it would taste like. This perverse desire made me speed up the masturbation, and finally, one of the students couldn't hold back any longer: "Teacher Zhen... I'm going to... I'm going to cum!" The penis in my left hand suddenly swelled up considerably. My experience masturbating passengers on the bus told me that this was a sign of impending ejaculation. I didn't want these male students' virgin semen to be wasted on the ground, but I also couldn't let them ejaculate on my black suit, lest other teachers and students discover it. Now, there was only one place on my body big enough to hold the fresh semen of nearly thirty students from the entire class.

"Ah! I'm going to cum!"

Xiao Li ejaculated his first semen into my hand. I quickly opened my mouth and took his glans in, letting him ejaculate inside.

I sucked on my student's penis like a straw, drinking the hot semen that was continuously flowing out, licking the urethral opening and the base of his glans with my tongue while swallowing his semen.

I kept sucking on Xiao Li's penis until I was sure he had ejaculated all of it, then I opened my mouth and released his glans. His soft penis and my lips formed a thin line of semen.

I licked my lips with a savoring look, then looked at the other students with seductive eyes, implying that they would all receive the service of ejaculating in my mouth and that I would swallow their semen.

But before drinking the other students' semen, I felt I should first enjoy Da Niu's dirty and smelly penis. I believed his smegma-covered, fishy-smelling glans would bring me even greater perverse pleasure.

Perhaps, I could use my mouth, or my purple stockings, to serve Da Niu's penis? I had just drunk the semen of one of my students, and my hands were still busy stroking the penises of other students, my fingers covered in sticky pre-ejaculate; many students were also rubbing their glans against my smooth purple stockings, leaving shallow wet streaks on them.

Eight students had already ejaculated in my mouth, and after each ejaculation, I would meticulously lick their urethral openings and foreskins clean, and then gently suck on their glans before releasing my lips.

Each student felt extremely satisfied and exhausted before walking away with their limp penises; I had also masturbated seven other students until they ejaculated. Although I didn't want to waste a single drop of their semen, some students were always naughty, deliberately ejaculating on my newly changed purple stockings and face, so I could only let their thick white semen stain my pretty face and stockings.

I continued to masturbate and give oral sex to my classmate who was about to ejaculate, but my attention remained focused on Da Niu's dirty and smelly penis.

I wondered if Da Niu was a little shy, because although he was already very erect, he still didn't dare to come over and let me suck or rub his penis.

So I let go of the penis in my mouth and said to him, "Da Niu, why don't you come over and let the teacher see your penis?"

"Uh... I, I..."

"Don't be shy, Da Niu. Aren't we all enjoying the teacher's service? Don't you want to touch the teacher's purple stockings?"

After saying that, I stretched out my right leg, and the purple stockings stained with the students' pre-ejaculate were shining. My genitals, which were not wearing underwear, were also hidden under the skirt, teasing Da Niu's nerves.

"Yeah, Da Niu! The teacher's mouth is really sucking me so well~~~ Ah! I, I... Teacher! I'm going to cum!"

Xiao Fu wanted to recommend my oral sex service to Da Niu, but he couldn't help but ejaculate.

I quickly sucked on Xiao Fu's penis and drank his semen.

"...I, I..."

Seeing such an obscene scene, Da Niu finally became aroused as well. I deliberately licked Xiao Fu's softened and drooping penis and glans with the tip of my tongue in front of him, and even squatted in front of him with my legs spread open, exposing my beautiful legs in purple stockings and my labia dripping with lustful juices. How I wished to let these young men suck and please my lustful lower body again! Da Niu finally slowly approached me, his erect penis getting closer and closer to my face. The fishy smell emanating from his glans covered with smegma became more and more pungent, but the lewd pleasure in my body became stronger and stronger, and my lower body secreted more love juice, which flowed down my inner thighs and purple stockings.

I lightly licked my lips, preparing to taste this special-tasting big penis.

I stared intently at Da Niu's large, red glans, the foreskin not fully retracted, the exposed part covered in yellowish-white grime. Then I leaned closer, my nose almost touching his foul-smelling glans.

I took a deep sniff: the strong smell of uric acid mixed with the odor of young male semen, as if he hadn't washed for several days, was indistinguishable from a homeless man's penis, utterly nauseating, something most people couldn't tolerate.

But I gently grasped Da Niu's testicles with my fingers, and his penis immediately and reflexively became even more erect.

I gently rubbed his testicles, then used two fingers to hold the shaft, slowly sweeping upwards, feeling the pulse of his penis through my fingertips; when my fingers reached the glans, I didn't immediately rub the large glans, but instead lightly scraped the fascia at the base of the glans with my fingernail, then moved to the urethral opening.

I touched Da Niu's glans with my index finger, and it immediately swelled up slightly. My hand could barely cover the entire glans. My

lips were less than two centimeters from his penis, and my breath hit his glans as I spoke: "Da Niu, how many days has it been since you washed your penis?"

"...Four...four days." "

Four days? Why didn't you shower or change your underwear?"

"...I, I..."

"You can't do that again. Today, I'll clean your penis for you. Next time, I'll check if you've washed your penis and changed your underwear, okay?"

After saying that, I stuck out my tongue and licked his glans and testicles, and gently pulled back his foreskin with my hand.

"Oh!...Yes, yes!...Teacher Yin!"

I licked upwards from the base of his penis, and when I reached the glans, I licked away the foul-smelling smegma with my tongue and swallowed it. My mouth was filled with a strong stench of sex and urine. When the foreskin was completely retracted, I saw a large patch of milky white, semi-solid, viscous fluid stuck to the glans—the filthiest and most foul-smelling male smegma that had accumulated under the foreskin for a long time. With

extreme disgust yet also a sense of pleasure, I brought my face close to Da Niu's penis, letting his shaft rub and slide across my face. The sticky smegma soiled my pretty face, the tip of my nose, my eyelids, and my hair.

Finally, I opened my mouth and sucked on the entire glans, swallowing large gulps of the sticky smegma.

It took me nearly five minutes to lick Da Niu's entire penis clean.

I released my mouth with relish, but poor Da Niu hadn't ejaculated yet, thinking I was going to leave him like this.

"Mmm...delicious. Now...it's clean, isn't it!"

I said seductively, slowly pulling down the purple stocking from my right thigh and slipping it over Da Niu's erect penis...I spent five minutes sucking on Da Niu's penis, which was covered in smegma, until his entire shaft was covered in my saliva, and the glans became shiny; the fishy smell of urine in my mouth gradually transformed into the alluring odor of male prostatic fluid.

My desire had already been aroused, and now I was going to provide Da Niu with a special sexual service, a kind of masturbation that even prostitutes on the street might not offer.

Perhaps, I could use this service on my son, Xiao Jun...I squatted in front of Da Niu's erect penis, placed my hands on the purple stocking on my right thigh, and slowly rolled the lace down.

Da Niu watched as my purple stocking slipped down, revealing more of his snow-white skin on his right leg; I grabbed the toe of the stocking and pulled it outwards, and a transparent purple stocking peeled off like skin.

Although I hadn't worn them for very long, the stockings already smelled of my own scent, along with the faint scent of semen from many of my young male classmates.

With my bare, white right leg exposed to all the male students in the class, I actually felt a little shy. I had become so used to the sense of security and comfort of being tightly encased in stockings.

I waved the stockings I'd taken off in front of Da Niu, and his gaze followed the purple stockings.

I smiled seductively, pulled open one end of the stockings, and rubbed the silky surface back and forth on his glans.

Da Niu was greatly stimulated; his penis stood erect, the bright red glans pressing against the purple stockings.

Then I wrapped the entire stocking around his shaft and vigorously stroked it more than ten times.

To prevent him from ejaculating too quickly, I moved the stockings away to let him cool down.

During this time, the surrounding classmates were watching our masturbation performance, and of course, some continued to ejaculate onto the stockings on my left leg.

I continued to focus on servicing Da Niu's penis.

After a round of teasing foreplay, I opened the elastic opening of the lace and slowly put the purple stockings on Da Niu's penis.

I put my stockings on the penis of a student more than ten years younger than myself, just like a prostitute putting on a condom for her client.

After putting on the stockings, I used my fingers to pull down the purple nylon fabric until the toe area was pressed tightly against Da Niu's glans, then used the elastic lace opening to wrap around his testicles.

Encased in the stockings, Da Niu's entire penis turned a seductive purple, even his testicles became smooth as silk.

I deliberately teased the base of his glans and testicles with my fingers; I so wanted to kneel down and lick his silky testicles.

Da Niu's breathing became heavy, and I couldn't wait to taste his virgin semen, so I placed my hand on his erect penis and began to stroke it up and down through the purple stockings.

As I stroked Da Niu's penis encased in the stockings, I clearly felt how smooth my stockings were; I believe any man would experience the same, or even greater, sexual excitement upon touching my stockinged legs.

I fantasize about rubbing the penises of different men while being caressed by a dozen lecherous men on my stockinged legs and genitals; I would offer them my worn, high-end stockings for these strangers to use for masturbation until they ejaculate.

Then I would wear these stockings stained with thick, fishy semen and walk down the street, letting everyone see the lewd marks on them; the men who used my stockings to masturbate could freely admire their "masterpieces"; I could even let dirty strangers on the street masturbate in front of my elegant, stockinged legs, and if they asked, I would immediately masturbate them, give them oral sex, footjobs, and even intercourse and anal sex, as long as they promised to ejaculate on my exquisite, smooth, high-end stockings, ensuring that my pair of lewd, stockinged legs would be constantly moistened with thick, warm male semen... Thinking of this, I suddenly realized, why don't I put these beautiful sexual fantasies into practice? I believe many lustful men dream of my stockinged legs, wishing they could be on top of me every day, inserting their genitals into my vagina and ejaculating inside my uterus.

I can find a sexual partner anytime I want.

Why don't I open my legs and welcome this wonderful thing? Aren't these young, strong men in front of me the perfect sexual partners? They certainly can't resist the allure of my stockings and will obediently take turns entering my lower body, watering my vagina with their semen… But just then, the image of my son, Xiaojun, and his erect penis suddenly appeared in my mind.

I instantly snapped back to reality: "Yes! My body belongs to Xiaojun, my vagina belongs to Xiaojun, only my son Xiaojun can ejaculate into my vagina, my genitals belong to Xiaojun, only Xiaojun can play with my stockinged legs..."

My consciousness returned, but by then, Da Niu was already at the point of climax. Just as I was about to stop masturbating him, he ejaculated profusely, a large amount of milky white semen gushing from his urethra, penetrating the purple stockings and flowing onto my hands.

Perhaps because it was his first ejaculation, the amount of semen was enormous; the entire purple stocking was soaked with his semen, flowing all over my hands, and then onto his two testicles covered in lace.

The sticky, wet penis throbbed in my hand and slowly softened, the limp penis gradually slipping out of the purple stockings.

This time, I didn't suck the remaining semen from Da Niu's glans with my mouth, but instead used the removed stockings to wipe his penis clean.

I stared at the purple stockings stained with students' semen in my hand, sighed, and endured the itching in my genitals as I pulled the slippery stockings back onto my right leg.

My legs felt weak, and I could only let the remaining students ejaculate on my legs. It was more than ten minutes later before I dragged my tired, slippery feet away from the classroom.

I didn't know how to face my students, nor how to face my own sexual desire… I've forgotten how I got home.

The purple stockings were covered in the students' milky white semen; I must have attracted countless lewd glances from men on the tram home.

In a near-dazed state, I took the tram and then walked home, almost getting hit by a bicycle.

Startled, I fell to the ground. The old man on the bicycle cursed and stole glances at my legs spread under my short skirt. I realized he was staring at my bare genitals, the dark pubic hair stimulating his gaze.

He even grinned lewdly at me and pulled out his dark, wrinkled penis from his shorts, playing with it.

I quickly lowered my head, closed my legs, and ran home.

As soon as I closed the door, I squatted down behind it and burst into tears.

I regretted becoming such a promiscuous woman, committing so many shameful acts: I had even performed oral sex on my students, and fantasized about incest with my own son! I shouldn't have done this, yet I deliberately wore stockings every day to seduce Xiao Jun, making myself a plaything for a pervert.

Was it all my fault? Was it because of my lewd thoughts, or because of my lustful body? I should have been a dignified female teacher, but I couldn't control my promiscuous behavior! Was I destined to be other men's sex toys? I cried until I was exhausted, then slowly sat down in front of the door, sobbing.

Only then did I realize how uncomfortable my legs felt, sticky from the stockings. I lifted my skirt and took them off.

Holding the stockings in my hand, I felt the light stockings were soaked with semen; the wet purple stockings had turned a deep purple, gained weight, and emitted a strong, fishy smell of semen.

The intense, obscene smell stimulated my senses, making me want to smell it, lick it, bury my face in it, let the semen on the stockings stain my face; I wanted to lick my own stockings, swallowing the semen; I wanted to rub my labia with the semen-soaked stockings, letting the stranger's semen touch my lips.

While I was fantasizing, my body actually responded.

When I opened my eyes, I found my right hand fingers, through the stockings, inserted into my vagina, thrusting in and out.

Each thrust brought my student's semen into my vagina, mixing with my vaginal fluid to form sticky threads; my left hand held another purple stocking, lightly brushing it against my nipples.

I had just felt remorse for my lewd behavior, and now I was masturbating in front of my own door.

I couldn't help but moan, and the moans grew louder and louder, not caring that the street was right behind the door and passersby would hear.

"Mmm, ahh

...

My labia were engorged and red, secreting a steady stream of nectar that flowed onto my purple stockings and anus. My left hand was also busy, rapidly stroking my nipples, which seemed about to burst through my clothes, displaying themselves to every man on the street. My mouth was also holding another pair of stockings, sucking on the semen while drooling, making the already soaked stockings even more transparent.

No matter how much I blamed myself or resisted, I was still a lustful woman!

"Ah!! Hmm~~~ Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!! It's coming!!!"

My orgasm arrived, my vagina contracting strongly.

My senses seemed to disappear, my body feeling like it was floating down from the sky.

The self-blame and worries in my heart seemed to vanish, I only felt incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

How wonderful it is to pursue the orgasm and pleasure of sex.

I came back to my senses from the afterglow of my orgasm, my whole body still in a state of extreme sensitivity, and with just the slightest stimulation, I could trigger another orgasm at any moment.

I sat languidly in the entryway of my house, nipples exposed, legs spread, labia still dripping with vaginal fluid.

A pair of soaked purple stockings draped over my breasts and thighs, the semen on them probably dried by my vagina and lips, replaced by my own secretions and saliva.

I smiled, all my previous guilt and unhappiness vanished.

I looked up slightly and suddenly saw a pair of human feet in the entryway, a person standing in front of my house, facing me, disheveled, having just enjoyed masturbation and orgasm.

I was shocked and looked up further to see who it was.

It was... "Xiao Jun!!"

I had been masturbating naked in the entryway, and after orgasming, I found someone standing in front of me, watching me masturbate with stockings until I came, and that person was my son, Xiao Jun! Having just experienced an orgasm, I was completely exhausted. The purple stockings I had taken off were draped over my breasts and thighs, but they couldn't cover my nipples and dark pubic hair. My thighs were lazily spread apart, and my labia were still opening and closing, dripping with vaginal fluid, as if beckoning to Xiao Jun.

I saw Xiao Jun staring at me, slumped on the ground, somewhat incredulous, while greedily peeking at his mother's lewd state.

I could feel his gaze focused on my chest and naked genitals, and his own lower body was clearly erect, a tent bulging in his trousers.

I lowered my head shyly, hugging my breasts with both hands, straining to squeeze my thighs together, hoping not to let my son see my private parts again.

But this hugging and squeezing not only squeezed out the shape of my white jade breasts, but also made my labia even thicker and more prominent, even forcing out vaginal fluid, which flowed out glistening semen.

I dared not meet Xiao Jun's burning gaze, and could only blush and lower my head to say to him, "Jun, Xiao Jun... don't look at Mom like that anymore, Mom will be very... ashamed..."

I was like a little lamb about to be raped, begging for mercy from a big jackal with an erect penis.

"Mom, do you feel good... touching yourself like this?"

Xiao Jun not only did not walk away, but walked towards me, the tent in his trousers becoming more and more obvious, and he seemed to be deliberately moving closer to my face.

"I... Mom is just a little unhappy, a little stressed that I want to release. What I do is... makes me feel good."

I began to rationalize my behavior: "Mom is also a human being, it is normal for people to have sexual needs, and if you can enjoy the pleasure of sex, your mind will be healthier."

I explained the benefits of masturbation to my son, almost naked, trying to appear relaxed, but I found that Xiao Jun's gaze began to wander over my body.

"Then, Mom..."

Xiao Jun stared at my breasts, the nipples still standing temptingly under the stockings, arousing any man's nerves.

"Since it's normal for people to have sexual needs, then it's normal for me to have sexual needs too, right?"

I couldn't figure out what he was up to. Suddenly, he pulled down his pants in front of me, revealing his erect penis, and on top of it, he was wearing one of my black stockings! "Ah! Xiaojun! You, how come..."

My face flushed red as I stared in astonishment at my own son's hard penis.

It was less than a foot away from me, and it was larger than any male genitalia I had ever seen, touched, or licked on the tram or at school. Even through the thin, slippery black stocking, I could see the thick penis covered in veins, throbbing with desire.

"How is it, Mom? My flesh..."

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