Chapter 26: Convention Floor

More and more lewd fluid was secreted, slowly flowing out from the lewd vagina, soaking Ava’s skirt under her buttocks. As the amount of lewd fluid in the soft hole increased, the wet sound under the desk became harder to hide.

Several classmates and parents around seemed to have heard something, and began to look around suspiciously. Ava was also startled, but she did not dare to disobey her son directly.

What Ava did not expect was that this time her son was very easy to talk to. He just nodded at her and honestly pulled out his fingers.

The students and parents around who did not find the source of the sound quickly turned their attention back to the beautiful homeroom teacher in front of the podium.

The mother breathed a sigh of relief when the nearby parents looked forward again. Still, guilt and heat mixed on her face. She leaned to Ethan’s ear. “Master ... not here ... please...”

Ethan only squeezed her knee once in warning—and love. “Quiet. Eyes on the teacher.”

However, this tense peace did not last long. The son pulled his mother’s right leg and took off her high heels. The frightened mother wanted to withdraw her foot, but Ethan’s hand held her ankle firm under the desk shadow.

Ava seemed to want to resist at first, but when she saw the stern eyes of her master, she just trembled and lowered her head, blushing and letting her black silk legs be wantonly held.

The homeroom teacher’s speech on the podium had reached a climax. As she shouted out loud slogans, her hands and feet opened and closed.

In the back row, only one pair of silk feet kicked softly in a boy’s lap—Ava’s, hidden by the desk wall and Ethan’s jacket over her knees.

The son’s fingers were stroking the trembling tender black silk feet, enjoying the wonderful touch of the beautiful mother’s silk feet. A hint of the fragrance of the mother’s pretty feet rose with each small tremble.

The son gently scratched the soles of the black silk beautiful feet in his arms, and his fingertips stroked down along the instep. The delicate pretty feet trembled with the body.

Ava’s toes curled. She bit her lip until her white teeth left a mark, tongue darting out a second later to soothe it. A tiny wet sound almost escaped; she swallowed it and stared hard at the podium like a perfect parent.

Ethan watched her struggle and felt heat punch through his gut. His mother. His slave. His alone—especially after everything that had happened. No other man’s shadow belonged in this room.

At the same time, the lengthy speech on the podium finally ended. The dry-mouthed homeroom teacher seemed a little tired. She waved her hand: “Today’s parent-teacher meeting ends here. Parents, please exit in order.”

Ethan stood, took Ava’s hand, and left without chatting with anyone. After the police case, he had no patience for school small talk. Ava followed close, collar visible, cheeks still pink.