Chapter 102: A Strange Feeling

Actually, John is already quite mature both psychologically and physiologically as a high school student. He understands a lot about the relationship between men and women.

As a mother, she should have avoided such situations. Moreover, John and she have no blood relation, and the age gap between them is not that big.

Grace is very clear about this.

However...

After being hurt repeatedly, she couldn't sleep soundly alone in the empty bedroom. The scene where she was almost raped by the security guard Thorne kept playing in her mind, so clear and terrifying. Plus, her husband, who should have been sleeping beside her, might be holding another woman at this moment. The double blow really made it impossible for Grace to sleep soundly.

The only exception was last night when she was with John.

Grace slept very soundly and quickly. She didn't even know when she fell asleep or whether she had nightmares again.

But that night was indeed very peaceful.

So, Grace, who couldn't sleep soundly alone in the big empty bedroom, came to John's room again.

As she got into the same quilt with John, Grace's skin, separated by the nightgown, could clearly feel the heat and body temperature in John's quilt. Her long eyelashes couldn't help but flicker slightly, and then she tugged the quilt on her body.

"It's getting late. Let's go to sleep early!"

Lying in the same quilt, Grace's eyes glanced at John beside her, either intentionally or unintentionally.

In this situation, John didn't know what to say. He could only lie quietly on one side, his whole body tense and rigid.

Grace was also relatively speechless. She couldn't talk about her husband's affairs with a child, could she?

But...

Thinking of this, Grace couldn't help feeling sour in her heart. A woman, in just a few days, had experienced the trauma of almost being raped and her husband's infidelity, plus the gossip and pointing fingers from many passers-by in the community. The successive blows almost made her collapse.

What's more fatal is that she couldn't share her sourness and discomfort with anyone at this moment. Grace was really afraid that she would suffocate herself one day.

Fortunately, she still had her son by her side.

Thinking of this, the sourness in Grace's heart was instantly reduced. She slowly tilted her head, just like last night, held one of John's arms with both hands, leaned her face against John's shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, Grace didn't realize how ambiguous and thought - provoking her and John's actions were.

Because she was sleeping on her side, Grace's whole profile was very close to John's cheek. Her head was also leaning on John's shoulder. He only needed to glance to see Grace's beautiful profile clearly.

For some reason, the moment she lay on John's bed, Grace seemed to have taken a sleeping pill. Within a few minutes, she felt sleepy. Her originally not very heavy eyelids seemed to hang two weights. Within a few minutes, she fell into a deep sleep.

With her head on John's shoulder, Grace was as quiet as a child. Her eyes were tightly closed while she was sleeping, and her long eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

At the same time, the warm breath exhaled from her nose all hit John's face, tickling him.

Listening to the heavy breathing that Grace faintly gave out, John, who was stiff all over and dared not move, couldn't help but slowly turn his head and look at Grace beside him.

The beautiful profile, the moment it came into view, made John's face blush in an instant. At the same time, his gaze couldn't help but focus on this pretty face.

Bright features, slightly furrowed eyebrows, slightly rosy cheeks, every part is perfect and exquisite.

Although it was not the first time for John to see his mother's beautiful appearance, such close - up, and still in the situation of being in the same quilt and on the same bed, was the second time in John's life.

He wished this moment could be extended infinitely and frozen forever. At the same time, Grace's two hands were still tightly holding his arm. The arm held in her arms could clearly feel the softness and fullness on the arm through the nightgown.

Almost without any action from John, as long as he rubbed slightly, the feeling of plumpness spread from his arm to his whole body.

A different kind of pleasure made John's whole face turn red, and at the same time, an indescribable strange feeling rose in his heart.

Looking at Grace's sleeping profile, John couldn't help but gently pull his arm.

But the arm tightly held in Grace's arms couldn't help but touch Grace's breasts during the pulling. The feeling of softness and collapse was transmitted to the whole body through John's arm again.

Grace, who was sleeping, had heavy breathing, and her pink cheeks were rosy. Most of her body was curled up in John's arms like a kitten, as if she had been hurt and was licking her wounds in a corner that could shelter from the wind and rain.

Although her hands held tightly, John could still pull his arm out of Grace's arms.

But John didn't pull it out completely.

Instead, he gently scraped up and down, using his elbow to lean against Grace's breasts, feeling the fullness and softness. At the same time, he held his breath and watched Grace's every move, for fear that she would suddenly open her eyes and wake up.

However, Grace, who was sleeping with John under the same quilt, was sleeping very soundly.

She didn't notice John's little actions at all. It seemed that the tight string in her heart would loosen by itself every time she was with him, so she slept very soundly. Even Grace, who fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes after lying on the bed, had no perception of the glaring light in the room, let alone John's cautious little actions.

To be honest, this situation was also a great stimulus for John. Each of his scrapes was very cautious, for fear of waking up Grace, and at the same time, he also tried to enjoy the strange pleasure brought by her plump chest.

After scraping for a while, John had to pull his hand out of her arms. Such a big movement naturally woke up Grace.

"Why? Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Grace rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at John in front of her.

"I'm sleeping!"

John's face couldn't help but turn red. He immediately dodged and shifted his gaze, not daring to look at Grace.

"I'll go turn off the light first!"

John got out of bed and quickly turned off the bedroom light.

Grace, who just casually asked a question, closed her eyes again when John got out of bed.

She didn't notice at all that the bulge in John's private area when he got out of bed...