Covert Lust in Class
At 6:50 a.m., Lin Xiaoyang bursts out of his house with his backpack slung over his shoulder, his cock throbbing painfully hard in his pants.
Those rose-scented flesh-colored pantyhose had been squeezing him all night, the tip of his glans rubbed raw and swollen by the toe section, the sole stained with dried cum that's now soaked fresh from his morning wood.
At 6:58, he rings the doorbell to Room 501.
The door swings open, and there stands Lin Hongyi in a nearly transparent black slip nightgown, completely naked underneath, her nipples poking out prominently. Her hair is disheveled, her face still flushed from an orgasm that hasn't fully faded, and a glimpse of pure white short stocking peeks from her pussy, dripping wet.
"Master~ Your sow's been waiting for you sooo long..."
Without a word, Lin Xiaoyang slams the door shut behind him, pins her against the entryway wall, yanks down his school pants, and rams his cock—still wrapped in the flesh-colored pantyhose—straight into her pussy, stabbing hard through that bunched-up white stocking.
"Ah—!"
Lin Hongyi shrieks, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
"Fuck... Godmother, how's your pussy so wet already... Bet you thought about me all damn night, huh?"
He grips her ass and pounds away, the flesh-colored stockings rubbing against the white ones with a lewd squelch-squelch, pussy juices trickling down her thighs.
Forty minutes, three brutal rounds:
Entryway fuck until her legs go weak → Living room sofa cowgirl → Bedroom floor-to-ceiling window doggy, cumming all over her pussy, mouth, and tits.
At 7:35, Lin Hongyi's legs are jelly, cum still leaking from her pussy, but she forces herself to change. She picks a white blouse with a black hip-hugging skirt, flesh-colored stockings on those long legs paired with nude stilettos. She doesn't pull out the white stocking from her pussy—instead, she shoves it deeper.
"No time left—Godmother's driving you to school!"
She snatches the car keys and shoves Lin Xiaoyang into the passenger seat.
In the car, Lin Xiaoyang isn't about to behave.
At the first red light, he slides his hand up her skirt, fingering that white stocking through her pantyhose. One press, and Lin Hongyi shudders, barely gripping the wheel.
"Don't... I'm driving... ahh..."
She bites her lip, but spreads her legs wider, letting him tug the white stocking halfway out before stuffing it back in, soaking the seat with her juices.
7:55—they pull up to the school gate.
Lin Hongyi, scared he'll be late, insists on walking him in. She struts in her heels, hips swaying, those flesh-colored legs gleaming in the morning sun. The white stocking grinds inside her with every step, juices trailing down her inner thighs, but she plays it cool.
Lin Xiaoyang gets escorted to the classroom building entrance, then sneaks one last ass grab:
"Ten tonight—I'm coming to fuck you again."
Lin Hongyi nods, cheeks burning. As she turns back to the car,
fifty meters away, around the corner of the building,
class flower Su Yuqing clutches her books, staring slack-jawed.
She sees it clear as day: Lin Xiaoyang groping that glamorous MILF's ass.
And that woman...
Su Yuqing grips her books tighter, knuckles white, eyes gleaming with dangerous intensity.
First period: Chinese literature.
Lin Xiaoyang sits in the second-to-last row by the window, sunlight slanting in, faintly outlining the pantyhose impressions bulging in his school pants crotch.
Head down, pretending to take notes, his phone flies under the desk.
White stocking's still stuffed in there, soaked enough to wring out. Drove the whole way leaking—seat's drenched.
Lin Xiaoyang's cock twitches hard at the sight, nearly banging the desk.
He grits his teeth and fires back:
Lin Hongyi can picture his desperate face through the screen, replying fast and filthy:
[Photo 2: Fingers spreading pussy lips, white stocking tip glistening]
[Photo 3: Tugs stocking out 2cm, pussy clenches with a pop]
[Photo 4: Close-up of dripping white stocking on the steering wheel]
[Photo 5: Biting lip, flashing V-sign at camera, eyes watery]
Lin Xiaoyang's eyes go bloodshot, cock pulsing wildly in the pantyhose—he nearly cums right there.
He clamps down on his crotch, snarling back:
Meanwhile, Su Yuqing up front pretends to listen, but her ears are perked like radar.
She's memorized his seat, every expression, every glance at his phone.
Even the way his crotch swells then deflates.
She mutes her phone, opens Notes, and hammers out:
9:12: Checked phone again, face flushed hard, obvious bulge in pants.
9:15: Legs squeezed tight—like he's holding something back.
Target: Lin Xiaoyang's "godmother".
Bell rings—break time. Lin Xiaoyang bolts from class to the top floor's remotest boys' bathroom, locks the end stall, whips out his phone, and jerks furiously to those five pics.
Less than a minute: ropes of cum blast into the pantyhose, soaking the toe section stickier.
Panting, he snaps a post-cum pic and sends:
Lin Hongyi sends voice: sultry and wicked.
"Good boy~ Ten tonight, Godmother'll wash her pussy clean for you to refill."
In the next-class hallway, Su Yuqing hugs her books, watching from afar as Lin Xiaoyang emerges from the bathroom—cheeks flushed, crotch wet.
She narrows her eyes, lips curving in a sly, meaningful smile.
That night, Su Yuqing locks her door, draws the curtains tight, lights just a dim bedside lamp.
Knees hugged on the bed, a hardcover notebook open before her, gold-embossed cover reading:
First time I noticed something off with him.
During morning study, he sat behind me—crotch bulging like he had a stick hidden there.
I "accidentally" dropped my eraser by his feet. Bending to pick it up, I saw pantyhose marks in his school pants—flesh-colored, with a hint of rose scent.
...He's wearing stockings on his dick at school?
My face burned like fire, heart pounding like crazy.
Heard him panting in a bathroom stall at lunch—someone next door jerking off.
Saw him bolt from the end stall, crotch wet.
Pretended to wash hands—air reeked of thick cum.
He came that much... whose pics got him so worked up?
Saw that woman drop him at the gate today.
Her name's Lin Hongyi, over forty, flesh-colored stockings and heels, thighs clenched tight like she's holding something in.
Lin Xiaoyang grabbed her ass—she didn't snap, just smiled.
Hid around the corner, filmed the whole thing.
Zoomed in: something bulging under her skirt... like it's stuffed.
They're definitely fucking.
Tailed him three days.
Every night 9:55, backpack out the door—10:00 sharp into Building 5, Room 501 across the way.
Owner's surname Lin.
...Lin Hongyi.
So she's not some "auntie relative"—she's his godmother.
Godmother... godmother... Writing it makes my pussy wet.
Sneak-snapped his phone screen from the back of class today.
Messaging "Godmother ❤️": "White stocking still stuffed in your pussy?"
Reply pic: spread pussy with a pure white stocking crammed in, glistening wet.
Legs went weak—nearly collapsed.
They play that kinky... My panties soaked through.
I've decided: time to act.
Get more proof.
Find out how depraved they really are.
Make Lin Xiaoyang... hard for me till he can't take it.
At the end, Su Yuqing scrawls in thick red pen:
She tosses the pen, slips her fingers under her nightgown, shuts her eyes—mind flooded with Lin Xiaoyang's cock, veins bulging under the squeezing stockings.
Under five minutes: biting her pillow, she cums with legs shaking wildly.