Yes, and she is shocked.

As Cicis stood there, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm, the reality of the situation began to sink in. The classroom was eerily silent, the only sound being the soft rustling of students packing up their belongings. Madame Dupont's composed demeanor contrasted sharply with the chaos that had just ensued, her steady gaze sweeping across the room as if to ensure order. Cicis's eyes met the puddle of cum on the floor, and a wave of embarrassment washed over her, mingling with the lingering sensations of pleasure.

As the last shudders of Cicis's orgasm faded, her mother stood frozen at the edge of the classroom, her hand clamped over her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle the gasp that had escaped her lips. Her eyes, wide with disbelief and a mix of horror, were fixed on the scene before her—the puddle of cum glistening on the floor, the boy wiping his hand across Cicis's breasts, and the students still buzzing with excitement. The air seemed to thicken as her gaze met Cicis's, a storm of emotions swirling in her eyes—shock, confusion and interestingly intense arousel.

Cicis's mother, her face a mask of conflicting emotions, stepped forward with a determined stride. "I think it's best if I escort you to your next class, Cicis," she said, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of disbelief. Cicis, still reeling from the aftermath of the lesson, nodded silently, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal. As they exited the classroom, the hallway buzzed with the usual chaos of students between periods, but Cicis felt a heightened sense of awareness, as if every glance from her peers held a knowing weight.