Chapter 29 Part 1 Cold Moon, Heavy Thoughts (18+)

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Chapter 29 Part 1 Cold Moon, Heavy Thoughts

Cold moonlight in cool tones poured over the empty balcony. 

The late‑autumn wind felt especially heartless, rustling as it blew, lifting a few curled, yellowed plane leaves and sending them drifting past the window. 

A voluptuous mature woman in a black lace nightdress leaned on one arm by the window. 

In the moonlight, the fullness of her chest strained against the thin fabric, exposing the deep, black cleavage squeezed up by her bra, the shadows making it look even deeper and more mysterious. 

Her high, rounded breasts showed the special charm of a woman in her late forties. 

Below that slender waist, her high, plump hips swelled under the thin cloth, like an animal that had put on its autumn fat round and full. 

But she wasn't admiring the moon. 

The rustling symphony of leaves outside only stirred the gloom in her heart. 

Cold gusts rose now and then, like sinful hands teasing up the hem of her nightdress and flipping it about, flashing a glimpse of the flimsy lace panties beneath. 

They used very little fabric and, squeezed by her round ass, had been reduced to a thin line wedged in her crack. 

From the side, you could faintly see a smudge of black under the lace and the shadow of the hair there. 

The cool wind brushed her mature face, lifting a few strands of hair across her cheek, lending her an indistinct, mysterious beauty. 

Her gentle gaze rested on the not‑quite‑full moon, lips parting to exhale a warm breath as if expelling all her worries. 

In the cold night wind, that breath became a lingering white cloud, refusing to disperse just like the knot in her heart. 

She lowered her lashes and freed one hand to gently caress her slightly fleshy belly. 

In her eyes swirled love, worry, and confusion, all tangled together, beyond words. 

Behind her, in the darkened room, a used pregnancy test lay on the bedside cabinet. 

On the display were two clear lines. 

The face of the troubled woman lifted to the sky, silently questioning it. 

In the moonlight, her features were completely visible and shockingly, this was none other than Wendy, the Chinese teacher who had recently spent a wild night with Liam. 

"Sigh… how could I forget something this important… What am I supposed to do now?" 

She had no idea how to deal with it. 

She'd considered so much, but never that she would actually get pregnant. 

Sure enough, a parched woman's hunger for sex could drown any concern, even the risk of pregnancy. 

After Liam finished in her, she hadn't taken a single precaution. 

Worse, she was carrying her student's child. 

And he was only 18. 

Wendy's mind filled with the image of Liam's innocent face. 

She had no idea how she could tell him she was pregnant, that he was about to be a father. 

She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the anxiety. 

If I abort the baby… no… how could I… 

The very moment the thought appeared, she crushed it. 

*That's far too cruel, too crazy. 

"How could I think that?* 

She wasn't some club‑hopper who slept around and walked away. 

She could never start something and then treat the child as nothing. 

As a teacher, she knew very well how precious life was. 

But if she kept the baby, her relationship with Liam wouldn't stay a simple "cross‑generation fling" any longer. 

Yet she was already forty‑eight. 

How could she possibly develop real feelings for a boy so much younger? 

Her submissive posture in front of him had been more about finding someone to relieve her loneliness. 

She'd wanted to cherish him. 

Now, to call him her partner for the rest of her life… even leaving aside how she felt, Liam would surely see her as a shameless old woman, and things could end in something much worse. 

She sighed heavily and turned away from the window. 

She walked slowly to the bed and lay down. 

Her high breasts slid to the sides and flopped against her ribs. 

She pulled the now‑cooled quilt up over herself and closed her wind‑dried eyes, mind racing. 

*That silly girl Quinn… sigh, another troublemaker. 

"Looks like I've dragged Liam into this too…* 

Quinn already knew about the pregnancy. 

It had started with the stick Wendy had left in the bathroom. 

Quinn had found it by chance and, seeing the result, felt shock mixed with joy. 

She pestered her mother endlessly about who the "new love" was. 

When Wendy told her that the father was a student a 18‑year‑old Quinn's face froze in disbelief. 

She asked over and over, and when Wendy finally confirmed it, her brain crashed. 

She couldn't understand why her mother would eat "tender grass" all the way down to a boy younger than her. 

But when Wendy said the student's name Liam Lee Quinn's brief, stiff reaction didn't escape her keen‑eyed mother. 

Before Wendy could question her, Quinn claimed she had something to handle and hurried off, leaving her baffled. 

But from her attitude, it was clear Quinn didn't intend to let this go. 

"Sigh… I'll just talk to Liam tomorrow…" 

Half‑asleep, Wendy stroked her belly and slipped into a dream. 

In that hazy dream, she saw a future where she and Liam lived happily with their child. 

The voluptuous woman sat on a soft sofa, watching her husband Liam playing with their child, eyes full of laughter. 

Monday morning 

In Liam's room, the nearly "roaring" alarm clock tore his dream apart. 

He pushed himself upright, frowning at the stench of sweat and sex that hung in the room. 

He glanced at the bed. 

There lay a thoroughly debauched mature woman, coated as if she'd been bathed in nectar. 

Dried patches of white stained the sheets everywhere. 

Her massive breasts spilled to each side, covered in a mesh of red handprints. 

Her ass, sunk into the mattress, was in no better shape. 

Between her thighs, the small hollow of her inner pelvis still held a pool of half‑dried juices. 

Above it, her black mound's lips, worked all night, had curled at the edges. 

Her pussy was so swollen it puffed up like a small hill, covered in hair beaded with "morning dew." 

He looked at Serena, still asleep, and didn't disturb her. 

She was older and lacked his stamina; last night's marathon had been more than enough to exhaust her. 

He gave her swollen lips a gentle squeeze, feeling a bit of triumph at having "tamed" his Grandma, then went to wash up. 

After cleaning himself, he went downstairs, ate the breakfast Helen had prepared, and headed to school alone. 

Normally, he would ride with Jenna Qian, but she'd barely stumbled home at sunrise and was likely still unconscious. 

She had no time to worry about Liam this morning. 

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