Chapter 114: What a Good Thing!

"Mom, I'm home!"

As usual, the moment John pushed open the door, he feigned cheerfulness and greeted Grace.

What Grace failed to notice was the evasive glint in his eyes, a gleam that was hard to describe.

"Back already? Dinner will be ready soon. Go wash your hands first!"

Grace poked her head out from the kitchen, stir-frying while speaking in her usual manner.

Seeing Grace's expression, the tension in John's heart finally eased. He let out a silent sigh and dashed into the bathroom. While washing his hands, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

It seemed...the bag of hallucinogens he had bought really worked. At least his mom hadn't noticed anything was amiss.

"Mom, what time did you get up today?"

After coming out of the bathroom, John saw Grace placing dishes on the dining table. The thick apron around her didn't give off the vibe of a housewife; instead, it created an illusion of a fairy cooking.

Looking at Grace's extraordinary slim figure wrapped in the apron, John's mind involuntarily conjured up the image of her naked last night. Every inch of her skin seemed like solidified milk, radiating a fair glow and an enchanting fragrance.

Especially her large breasts, with a soft elasticity and strength that made one's hands feel weak. They were so soft to the touch, and the memory still lingered.

In fact, ever since John had gone to bed last night, he had been feeling some regret. He regretted ejaculating too early and not enjoying himself enough. Especially his mom's large breasts, he hadn't really played with them much.

Every time he thought of this, John felt a wave of regret. Now, seeing his mom again, his eyes brightened and the scene from last night flashed through his mind once more. For some reason, he felt a slight reaction in his lower body, which began to slowly rise.

This embarrassing moment caused John's face to change. He quickly sat down at the dining table, using the chair to cover his embarrassment.

On the other side, Grace, who had finished serving all the dishes, clearly didn't notice her son John's expression change. She only saw him eagerly running to the table and sitting down.

But she thought it was because her son hadn't eaten breakfast that morning and was hungry. She didn't think anything else and naturally didn't see her son's already erect member.

"I woke up late this morning. I opened my eyes and it was already past ten. I'm sorry. Mom will wake up earlier tomorrow. You must be hungry after not eating breakfast all morning, right?"

Kind-hearted Grace responded to John with an apologetic look on her face. She had no idea that her kindness had no effect on this son who had no blood relation to her. Even as he sat at the table, her son's eyes roamed over her body, his mind filled with lewd thoughts, instead of gratitude and thankfulness.

Perhaps it was the sexual impulse of adolescence that had harmed him, or maybe it was the accumulation of years of visiting porn websites and watching pornographic videos. Nowadays, John was no longer the "foolish son" who had risked his life to save Grace when she was almost raped. At least...not anymore!

"Mom...aren't you too tired? Did you sleep well last night?"

John feigned concern as he put the piece of chicken that Grace had placed in his bowl into his mouth. He chewed it deliciously and asked his probing question.

Speaking of this, Grace also frowned. She had always been very punctual and had never slept in like today! And...this couldn't really be considered sleeping in, could it? She had slept until noon...

Grace rubbed the corners of her eyes and casually said, "Maybe I was really tired. I woke up late today!"

Speaking of being tired, Grace's mind couldn't help but think of Mark and Dr. Maya. The recent series of blows had indeed been heavy for her.

On the other side, John had been observing Grace from beginning to end. His eyes had never left her face since he asked that question, trying to catch every expression change on her face. As he had imagined, his mom didn't suspect him at all. She didn't remember anything from last night, just as the drug dealer had said.

Once the drug was taken, one could be manipulated at will and wouldn't have any memory.

"What a good thing!"

At this thought, John couldn't help but sincerely exclaim in his mind.

He was surprised that this sentence had popped into his head. But the next second, when he made eye contact with his mom Grace, this surprise instantly dissipated, turning into lingering and reminiscing.

The scene from last night, like a nightmare, kept swirling in John's mind. Even this morning, for the entire night and morning, he couldn't concentrate at all. In class, he kept zoning out and daydreaming, thinking about his mom.

Including last night, when his penis was deep-throated by his mom, the sensation of the throat muscles contracting and squeezing, as well as the wet and tender tongue, with the tip of the tongue caressing every inch of his glans, was so soul-stirring that his member couldn't help but stand at attention in gratitude even now.

Even when facing his mom's visage, John couldn't wait to experience that soft and tight sensation again.

For John, the entire lunch was completely unappetizing. His gaze was mostly fixed on his mom throughout the meal. His mind was wandering, his soul already back to that enchanting night.

After lunch, John rested at home for a while and then went to school.

As for Grace, she, as usual, took a nap at home. In her dream, she seemed to return to that night...

The night after she discovered her husband's affair with Dr. Maya...she had drunk a lot of alcohol and got drunk...and then...

"Mmm..."

In a daze, Grace suddenly sat up in bed. Her nightgown, damp with sweat, clung tightly to her skin. Her fair skin was slightly flushed, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead. Her eyes were wandering, clearly having just woken up from a nightmare.

Looking around the familiar surroundings and feeling the vast, empty silence in the room, Grace panted heavily, wiped her forehead with her hand, and looked down to see her palm full of sweat...