Chapter 15
The struggle in the darkness was not a battle, but a dance. A clumsy, silent dance of flesh. Khoi’s hand tried to slip between her soft thighs, a deliberate invasion. She instinctively clamped her legs together. A futile defense. The hem of her skirt therefore rose a few more inches, revealing a patch of white thigh, glistening in the faint light from the screen. The silk stockings hugged her legs tightly, turning them into a living sculpture, a naked invitation.
“Don’t be naughty, Khoi…” Mom whispered, her voice lost in the soundtrack. “People see…”
“No one saw, Ngoc My.” Khoi whispered back, his breath fanning her cheek, the minty scent of his gum mixed with the arousal of his male. “Huy is asleep. It’s just the two of us.” He lied sweetly. He knew I wasn’t asleep. Mom knew too. And I knew they both knew.
It was a tacit agreement. A silent complicity.
Khoi’s hand no longer probed. He used force, gently but firmly, to separate his mother’s tightly closed knees. She no longer resisted. And then, his hand disappeared under her skirt, landing on the soft, warm flesh inside her thigh. He pinched lightly. A pinch that was painful enough to startle, yet tender enough to be a flirtation.
Mom trembled. She turned to look at me, her eyes in the darkness were both panicked and pleading, but also waiting. Waiting for permission. Waiting for an order.
I slowly opened my eyes. And winked at her. Once.
That was all she needed. A jolt of electricity shot down her spine. Her last resistance vanished. Her body went limp, resigned. She turned to face Khoi, her chest heaving violently, a wordless surrender.
“No… Khoi… don’t…” The weak words of refusal escaped her lips, but they sounded like moans. She reached down with one hand, intending to stop Khoi’s wandering hand, but that action only made her body tilt, pushing her full breasts towards his face. The low-cut dress could not contain that fullness. Half of her white breasts were forced out, her cleavage was deep, revealing her purple lace bra. A perfect erotic picture.
Khoi did not miss the opportunity. He buried his face in there. His breath was hot. His mouth opened, licking, sucking, and biting lightly on the soft flesh. Mom jerked, her hands reflexively reaching up to push his head away. But when she did, she exposed her flank. Khoi’s hand below, no longer hindered, quickly slid along the silk stockings, straight to the intersection of her thighs, the warmest and most mysterious place. He began to caress her forbidden triangle, through the thin lace panties.
“No… there… don’t touch…” Mother’s voice broke, a real moan. Her body was now a battlefield. Her breasts were attacked by Khoi’s tongue. Her private parts were violated by his hands. Her waist and buttocks were held tightly by his other arm. She was surrounded, with no way out.
The pleasure began to spread, a sweet poison. Her mind was in turmoil. Every touch, every caress from Khoi was like a match lit in a barrel of gunpowder. She trembled, her whole body limp. If she weren’t here, she would have screamed.
I felt my cock harden painfully. I shifted slightly, the chair making a tiny creaking sound. The sound, though small, was enough to jolt Mom back to reality. She jerked awake, like a sleepwalker. She remembered me. She remembered her role.
“Minh Khoi!” Her voice became a bit stern again. “You are my student… you can’t do that… My son is right next to me…”
“But, Miss Ngoc My…” Khoi looked up, his face covered in sweat, his eyes red with desire. He pointed at the tent standing up in his pants. “Every time I see you, I feel this uncomfortable.”
Mom looked down. The uneven lump was bulging under his trousers. There was a short silence. Then Khoi added: “Can you help me? I’m about to explode.”
“Help… how?” Mom mumbled, pulling her disheveled dress back together.
“Let me out.”
“What!” She was embarrassed and indignant.
“I told you, I’m in puberty. I can’t get out, it hurts!” He used her own reasoning to corner her.
Mother was silent. Perhaps she was thinking of me. Of my illness. A flicker of pity flashed in her eyes. “So… how do you want me to help you?” she asked, her voice as small as a mosquito’s. It was a yes.
Khoi didn’t wait any longer. He pulled the zipper. The imprisoned monster sprang out. It wasn’t pretty. It had dark skin, covered in blue veins, a large, deformed head, slightly curved. Its pubic hair was thick and black. Its testicles dangled like an old cloth bag. But it was full of life. It was the embodiment of youth, of instinct.
Mother froze. Her face was red, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. A mix of disgust and fascination.
“Take it, miss,” Khoi urged.
He took his mother’s white hand and placed it on his hot cock. As soon as her long fingers touched it, it jerked. “Oh… so good…” Khoi moaned.
He held her hand tightly, pressed it against his cock, and started moving it up and down. She was like a puppet, being controlled. She wanted to pull her hand back, but couldn’t.
“Hurry up,” he whispered, “Huy will wake up soon.”
Mom knew I wasn’t sleeping. She knew I was watching. Watching her masturbate her student. She could only continue. Her hands, guided by Khoi, began a forbidden dance.
After a while, seeing that his mother had gotten into the rhythm, Khoi let go. Now, his mother was doing it herself. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t dare look up, but her eyes still glanced down at the cock in her hand. Its large head began to ooze a clear, slippery liquid. The sound of skin rubbing against skin, “chut squeak”, became clearer and clearer in the quiet space.
Khoi closed his eyes to enjoy. His hands were restless again, and he began to fondle his mother’s breasts through her skirt. His mother struggled slightly, but that resistance only made her look more provocative. To end this quickly, she ignored the hands that were invading her breasts and started to increase the speed. But Khoi’s cock remained motionless.
Mom’s skills were clearly very immature. She simply pulled up and pushed down. But it was that clumsiness, along with her half-wanting-to-look, half-not-daring-to-look expression, that created an extremely stimulating scene. She was half-lying, half-sitting on the chair, her skirt pulled up to her waist. Her legs were covered in silk stockings, crossed, her round buttocks wrapped in thin fabric lay on her side, completely exposed to my eyes. Her private area, covered by a lace panties, was bulging, wet, and marked with a lewd shape. It was right there, naked, inviting.
“Your breasts are so big…” Khoi moaned, squeezing hard, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh. “So soft…”
“My… my hands are tired…” Mom said, her voice broken. “Why… why aren’t you out yet…”
Khoi smiled lewdly. He slid his hand from her chest down, around to her back. Mom was lying on her side, her butt slightly facing him. He didn’t hesitate, grabbed the edge of her skirt, and pulled hard. Her round, plump butt, covered in skin-colored silk stockings, was completely exposed.
Mom was startled and tried to pull down her skirt, but Khoi held her back. His big hand landed on her buttocks, roughly kneading them. The silk stockings were as smooth as egg whites. The skin underneath was soft and elastic. His fingers drew circles, rubbed hard, and sank deep, leaving red marks.
“Khoi… no…” Mom moaned, but her hand still did not stop stroking his cock. She was completely caught up in the whirlwind of pleasure and humiliation. Her position at the moment was extremely lewd: her upper body was tense, her hand was masturbating a young boy, her lower body was lying on her side, her skirt was lifted up to her waist, exposing her bare buttocks for another hand to invade.
Khoi, like a beast that had tasted blood, became even more frantic. He pulled his mother’s legs, dragging her entire body onto the double sofa. Her upper body was now nestled between his legs. The cock she was holding in her hand almost hit her face.
She panicked, let go of his hand, and sat up. “What are you doing?”
Khoi did not answer. He stared at her red, wet lips. Then he leaned down and kissed her passionately.
“Mm… um…” Mom tried to turn her head away, but he held her tight. His tongue was searching her mouth, hungry. His hands didn’t stop either. The hand on her chest went straight under her shirt, under the lace bra, grabbed one of her soft breasts, kneaded and fondled her nipple.
Mother let out a moan. Her resistance weakened. The pleasure from her stimulated nipples spread throughout her body, paralyzing her.
I looked at the sight, my cock in my pants felt like it was about to explode. I moved again, this time dropping my paper cup of soda on the floor. The “pop” wasn’t loud but it was enough to attract attention.
Mom seemed to wake up. She used all her strength to push Khoi away. Between their parted lips was a thread of clear, sparkling saliva. Her hair was disheveled, her face red as a beetroot. She turned to look at me in panic.
I closed my eyes again.
“Don’t be afraid, he’s sleeping soundly.” Khoi smirked. And the moment his mother turned her head, he used a sudden force to push her shoulder.
Losing her support, she fell headfirst, right between his legs.
Khoi was waiting. He arched his hips. His hot cock, slippery with precum, plunged straight into her mouth.
“Oh… oh…” Mom didn’t have time to react. Her mouth was filled. Her red lips were stretched by his cock. She panicked, her two hands hitting his thighs, wanting to spit it out. But Khoi’s left hand reached behind, holding her nape tightly. His right hand slid into her ass crack, through her socks and panties, pressing hard against her wet private area.
“Mmm!” The stimulation in her most sensitive place made her body convulse. Her resistance disappeared. She let out a satisfied moan from her throat.
Khoi knew he had found her weak spot. He began to thrust his hips, his cock going in and out of his mother’s mouth, making lewd slurping sounds. His hand below kept caressing and teasing her private parts.
“Mmm… mm…” Mother could only make moaning sounds from her nose. Her body trembled and twisted in Khoi’s arms.
“Lick her… yes… deeper… oh… so good…” Khoi’s voice was triumphant. He held his mother’s head down, thrusting faster and harder. Saliva flowed from the corner of his mother’s mouth, wetting his thighs.
I watched the scene, my hand in my pants also started to move. My mother, teacher Ngoc My, was lying on her side, her big round ass facing me, her mouth sucking on her student’s cock. Her lace panties were crushed, stuck to the crack of her ass. The silk stockings at the bottom were soaked, discolored. I stared at it, at the way her ass wriggled with each of Khoi’s strokes, and jerked my cock frantically.
Khoi caught my eye. He smirked, a victorious smile. He wasn’t scared at all, on the contrary, he was even more excited. He thrust his hips harder, as if he was putting on a show for me.
Mom’s body began to convulse. Her moans grew louder. She became more active, shaking her head, trying to swallow Khoi’s cock whole. She was about to climax.
Khoi felt it too. He roared, increased his speed, his hands massaging his mother’s private parts as if in convulsions.
I tried too, but in vain. My cock, stimulated by the most obscene sight, showed no signs of wanting to come. On the contrary, it began to soften.
Just then, Mom let out a low, mournful scream. Her body convulsed violently, her buttocks tensing and relaxing. She had climaxed, just from the external massage.
Seeing his mother’s ecstatic expression, Khoi couldn’t stand it anymore. He roared and began to ejaculate. His mother, just recovering from her climax, panicked and wanted to look up, but he held her down.
“Ah!!!” He groaned, his cock jerking in his mother’s mouth. Thick, hot, white semen shot straight into her throat. She moaned, a moan that sounded like a cry. Her mouth was full, she coughed, but was forced to swallow. Semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
After nearly half a minute, Khoi was finally satisfied. He let go of his hand. Mom immediately stood up and pulled out his cock. She coughed violently, gagging. Her mouth was full of semen. Khoi’s cock, still slightly erect, shot out the last drops, splattered on her skirt and hair.
Then, in the eerie silence, Mother raised her head. Her face, which had been flushed with pleasure, was purple with anger. She waved her hand.
“BAM!”
The slap echoed throughout the cinema. Everyone turned to look. Khoi covered his face, bewildered. One side of his cheek was bright red.
I couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “What’s wrong, Mom? What’s that noise?”
Mom didn’t even look at Khoi. She didn’t even wipe the semen off her body. She stood up abruptly, her voice harsh: “Huy, go home!”
With that, she turned and walked away, the sound of her high heels clicking angrily on the floor, deafening. I looked at Khoi, he was still sitting there, his pants down, his soft cock covered with saliva and semen. Then I looked down at my pants. My cock was also limp, lifeless.
A feeling of utter defeat and discouragement overwhelmed me. I quickly stood up and ran after my mother.