Ask her her one more question

“…If you actually did get pregnant… what kind of mother do you think you’d be?” David asked.

Ms. Myers blinked slowly, still leaning heavily against the desk for support. A soft, surprised huff of laughter escaped before she answered, her voice remaining hoarse and breathy from being thoroughly fucked.

“Oh… that’s a good question,” she murmured, brushing a sweaty strand of cherry-red hair out of her face. “If I got pregnant… I wouldn’t do it halfway. I’ve never been one for half-measures.”

Shifting her weight brought a slight wince as another trickle of cum ran down her leg. Despite the mess, her tone turned surprisingly thoughtful and measured.

“I’d transition to part-time teaching first… ease out of full classes over a few months. Then I’d take my maternity leave, and then my years of accumulated long service leave, I would cash in all of it. I’d want to be there for the early years properly. No rushing back to work and doing both jobs poorly. Child-rearing isn’t something I’d treat like a side project.”

She paused to catch her breath, full breasts still rising and falling rapidly.

“I’d also want you involved, David. Actively involved.” The words carried the same precision she used in her lectures, though they came slower now, punctuated by soft breaths. “Studies show children generally do better with two married parents… more emotional stability, better educational outcomes, stronger behavioural development, and more financial security.”

She paused, chest rising and falling as she steadied herself.

“And these aren’t fringe opinions or outdated assumptions, either,” she continued, voice still hoarse. “Some of the strongest longitudinal data comes from professors I’ve always respected, people whose work I’ve followed for years in developmental psychology and family sociology. I never would have expected them to publish findings like this… if the evidence weren’t absolutely factual and rigorously controlled.”

Another small pause followed while she caught her breath, one hand resting lightly on her lower abdomen.

“They’re not the type to chase headlines or push traditionalist agendas,” she went on. “They follow the numbers wherever they lead. Single parents can raise wonderful kids, of course… and many do, against the odds. But on average… two-parent households tend to provide better long-term results across multiple peer-reviewed meta-analyses. The effect sizes are consistent enough that even the most cautious researchers acknowledge them.”

A weak, tired smile crossed her lips, clearly still riding the afterglow.

David stared at her, genuinely surprised. This was not the answer he had expected from the strict, sadistic professor who used to enjoy watching students squirm.

Even in her thoroughly fucked-out state, Ms. Myers noticed his expression immediately. One eyebrow rose as she gave him a mildly scolding look.

“What?” The question came out raspy. “Did you think I’d just dive into something like this without researching it thoroughly first? That I’d treat bringing a child into the world as casually as I treat grading all of my students’ terrible first drafts?”

A soft, breathless chuckle followed, and she shook her head, making her long red hair sway.

“I may enjoy making my students sweat a little… but when it matters, I’m thorough, David. Always have been.” She paused, still catching her breath, her voice dropping into something quieter and more honest. “Truth is… I never trusted anyone enough to commit. Not really. Not at the beginning, anyway. That’s why I never went looking for anyone. I couldn’t imagine handing that kind of control over to another person… until now, it seems.”

The realization hit David with a strange mix of emotions. For the first time he saw that beneath the icy exterior and the sadistic glee she showed in class, Ms. Myers had always been meticulous and deliberate about important things. The same woman who once terrified him with a single glare had clearly spent time thinking through the real consequences of motherhood.

Quiet settled over the room for a moment, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the faint wet drip of his cum hitting the floor.

Ms. Myers finally tilted her head. Her eyes still carried a hazy lust, but now a sharper, expectant glint shone through.

“So… now that you know how seriously I’d take it,” she said softly, voice still hoarse, “what are you going to do about all that cum still inside me, favourite student?”