Chapter 103: Softness and Fullness

After turning off the light, the room plunged into pitch darkness.

In the vast house that only housed the mother and son, it was eerily quiet now, with even the slightest sound clearly audible.

John felt his way in the dark and climbed into bed, lying down quietly beside Grace.

Grace was in a deep sleep and didn't notice John's movements at all. She had merely opened her eyes when he got up to turn off the light, and then promptly fell back into a deep slumber.

John, on the other hand, lay down beside Grace after turning off the light. At this moment, Grace had already let go of him and was lying on her back, peacefully asleep.

John lay on his side, his eyes fixed on Grace as if he couldn't bear to look away for a moment.

From his vantage point, he had a perfect view of Grace's stunning profile, and the undulating curves beneath her snow - white neck were clearly visible.

The proud breasts hidden under the quilt rose and fell with her chest, especially the deep "V" - neck of her nightgown, which seemed like a devil's lair, enticing to those who lurked in the dark night. John, hiding in the darkness, focused all his attention there.

He looked at the treasure like a thief, afraid of startling the owner but unable to tear his gaze away. He stared for about half an hour before John made his move!

He licked his dry lips, squirmed restlessly on the bed, seemingly trying to make some noise to see if Grace was sleeping soundly. However, Grace, like yesterday, had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The noise John deliberately made had no effect on her at all. She was so deeply asleep that she didn't notice at all.

Seeing this, John's eyes, filled with excitement and conflict, shone brightly as he stared at Grace. Meanwhile, one of his hands slowly lifted the quilt and reached towards Grace's chest.

In fact, the scene Grace saw when she got up yesterday morning was deliberately staged by John. And John had been pretending to be asleep, wanting to see Grace's reaction.

As he had expected, Grace thought he was just restless in his sleep and didn't take it seriously.

What John regretted most yesterday morning was that he didn't slip his hand into his mother's neckline and touch that fullness and softness. It was indeed a great regret.

Now, that softness and fullness were within reach. He could touch them completely by just reaching in.

For a moment, John was both excited and apprehensive. From the bulge of the quilt that Grace and John shared, it was clear that his hand, hidden under the quilt, was indeed reaching towards Grace's plump chest. During this time, John's eyes never left Grace for a moment, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly wake up and discover what he was doing.

With the gradually bulging quilt, John, who was so nervous that he dared not breathe heavily, finally reached his hand to the position of Grace's breasts. Although she was wearing a nightgown, the proud height and the heat of the skin transmitted through the nightgown were clearly passed to John's cerebral cortex through his palm.

The moment his palm gently rested on the neckline of Grace's nightgown, John clearly perceived Grace's scorching body temperature and the smooth nightgown...

Under the nightgown was Grace's plump chest.

The quiet room, the dark environment, and the deep night seemed like a cup of strong coffee, with the surrounding air all solidified together, impossible to stir.

John felt himself burning all over. His heart seemed like it was going to jump out of his mouth through his throat. The thumping heartbeat was incredibly clear, and at the same time, the five fingers of his hand, which was gently placed on the neckline of Grace's nightgown, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this moment, John really felt like a thief, and even more so a thief stealing under the owner's nose.

It was a lie to say he wasn't scared.

But despite the fear, the warmth transmitted through the palm still made John extremely delighted.

He couldn't help but shift a little closer to Grace.

At the same time, the hand on the neckline of Grace's nightgown also began to gently rub, and while rubbing, he occasionally pressed the soft and plump breasts under the nightgown with the palm of his hand.

Although the movement was light, the slow sense of collapse still made John feel very comfortable.

After gently pressing Grace's breasts a few times, John was also afraid that the noise would wake up his sleeping "beautiful mother." So, after gently pressing a few times, John quietly shifted his position. The hand on the breast gently slipped into the neckline of Grace's nightgown.

Grace's nightgown was very loose, and because of her sleeping posture, the wide neckline just happened to allow John's hand to slip in.

However, although the neckline was loose, it was not easy to slip the hand in. John tried several angles and finally had to gently lift the quilt on Grace's body to one side, then use his other hand to pinch the neckline and slowly lift it up. He then raised his head and took a look inside.

Just one glance, and John could never forget it.

From John's perspective, what he saw was not a simple scene that could be described in words. The line of sight from top to bottom fell into the wide neckline. The first thing that caught his eye was Grace's 36D breasts, like two peaches, blocking all of John's line of sight and making it impossible to see the lower abdomen.

The entire field of vision was filled with the plump, white - like - peach - like breasts, full and beautiful, white as jade, shining with a ceramic - like luster, and having a holy quality like a lotus flower. Just one glance, like a bright light in the dark, illuminated John's entire body...

It seemed that just this one glance filled John's mind with this picture, leaving no room for other thoughts.

While taking a glance, John tried to slowly slip his hand in. However, when half of his five fingers had slipped in, John felt that he could not go deeper. Because if he wanted to slip his whole hand in, the loose neckline of the nightgown would have to be pulled down a bit more. But if he pulled it down further, it might tug on his mother.

In that case... his mother was very likely to wake up!

Thinking of this, John had to reluctantly pull his hand back, which had already slipped in halfway. While pulling it back, John took the opportunity to slide his fingers on Grace's chest. The soft texture of the white and tender skin made him not want to come out.

Taking the opportunity to secretly touch several times, John, who was reluctant to come out, eventually had to slowly come out for fear of disturbing Grace.

After coming out, John's eyes rolled around, and finally, his gaze slowly moved down to below Grace's hem, that is, to Grace's slender waist...