Chapter 104: Didn't Sleep Well

Grace's nightgown was a two - piece set, with both the top and bottom being very loose, which indirectly created an opportunity for John.

His hand moved downward under the quilt, eventually reaching Grace's slender waist.

Compared to the wide - open neckline, it seemed a bit safer to move upward from the waist.

Throughout this process, John's eyes were fixed on Grace, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly open her eyes.

Fortunately, Grace slept soundly as usual, which gave John considerable courage. His hand slowly moved to Grace's lower abdomen, gently rubbing through the nightgown.

Judging from his expectant and enjoying expression, it seemed as if he had already held those breasts in his hands.

After rubbing for a while, John slowly lifted the hem of Grace's nightgown. His right hand, separated from Grace's lower abdomen by a distance, slowly moved upward.

In the dark, the quilt covering both Grace and John seemed to have a venomous snake inside. The soft quilt slowly bulged into an arc, and this arc continued to move upward.

The owner of the hand, John, who was sleeping next to Grace, was more nervous than ever. He didn't dare to breathe heavily and stared at Grace with wide - open eyes.

While watching, the hand moved upward uncontrollably. Finally, after a long "wait," John's hand reached Grace's chest, and it was at this spot that he slowly placed his hand down.

Finally, the warm palm touched the warm breast.

Needless to say, the soft and fluffy texture of the breast, like a sponge, was transmitted to the palm of John's hand. The softness, warmth, elasticity, and fullness of the breast were all felt as John's palm pressed down.

And in order not to wake Grace, John's movements were very small. The palm was almost gently placed there, but the plump and white breast still made John sigh inwardly.

At this moment, it seemed like a century had passed in a second. The right hand on the breast could even feel Grace's heartbeat.

At this moment, John slowly closed his eyes, keeping his palm still, savoring the beauty and comfort.

The five fingers even uncontrollably kneaded a few times.

However, when Grace slightly shook her head in her sleep, John, as if frightened, quickly pulled his hand out of her nightgown. His guilty - looking expression would have definitely been exposed if she had woken up!

As the palm was pulled out, John's eyes couldn't help but dim. He hadn't had enough of the softness and beauty on the breast. Unfortunately, Grace turned over in her sleep and faced away from him.

Looking at his mother's sleeping figure, John felt that the flame rising from his body had not been completely extinguished. After watching Grace for a few more seconds, he silently turned over to the other side and faced away from her.

He didn't sleep soundly like Grace.

Instead, he took out his mobile phone and slowly looked at a website that couldn't be spread around.

This was a book-searching forum, filled with incestuous novels about mother-and-son relationships. John had been reading them for a long time and had read most of the top - ranked novels. He had always been looking forward to those vivid mother - and - son incestuous plots.

In fact, at his age, boys have their own sexual impulses and understandings, which are inevitable. However, the troubled Grace didn't notice or didn't take it seriously. Perhaps in her mind, John was still that three - year - old child who had hit his head and didn't understand anything.

This night slowly passed in agony...

Just like yesterday, when it was time in the morning, Grace opened her eyes.

She had slept soundly all night, without nightmares or discomfort. Her biological clock just woke her up at this time. Considering that she still had to make breakfast for John, Grace had to open her eyes and get up from bed.

But the moment she opened her eyes, Grace noticed something was wrong.

Her son John was sleeping right beside her at this moment.

He was hugging her tightly with both hands, almost burying himself in her arms, and his hand was draped over her chest, with his arm pressing against it.

Grace didn't mind this. On the contrary, she was a little happy when she saw John clinging to her so much. Her lips curled up slightly. She caught his wrist and placed the hand on the bed. Then she carefully lifted the quilt and slowly got off the bed.

Throughout the process, Grace didn't dare to wake John, fearing that he wouldn't be able to sleep well.

But little did she know, her precious son indeed hadn't slept well.

And it was because of her that he hadn't slept well.

As Grace got out of bed and quietly closed the bedroom door, John, who had been sleeping, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes twinkling with an inexplicable gleam...

As usual, Grace tied her apron and began to cook for her precious son.

Before long, the sound of Grace bustling around could be heard from the kitchen.

And John, the person in question, also slowly got dressed and got up. The two of them were busy with their own tasks, just like any other day, in a warm and cozy manner.

After washing up, John had his breakfast, shouldered his school bag, and left the house, clean and tidy.

"Mom, I'm off!" he said at the door before pushing it open and leaving.

Grace, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, stood on her tiptoes and watched her son through the window.

As John's figure gradually moved further away and finally disappeared from sight, Grace let out a gentle sigh and her body slumped.

At this moment, the quiet room was once again left with only her, and the feeling of loneliness and helplessness washed over her heart once more.

The school had given Grace a long vacation to allow her to recover physically and mentally.

But the fear of being raped and the emotional trauma of discovering her husband's infidelity, how could these be easily healed?

Grace, still wearing her apron, hugged her legs and slowly leaned against the kitchen counter, squatting down to the ground once again...