Chapter 109: Nude

Their family could be described as affluent. Both Mark and Grace had decent salaries, and as a result, Grace always purchased high-quality cosmetics. Her skin was well-maintained, resembling that of young girls in their twenties—fair, smooth, and as warm and moist as jade.

Especially her pair of breasts, which possessed both the maturity of women of this age and the youthful perkiness of younger females. At first glance, there was not the slightest sign of sagging.

Like Mark, John's gaze was mostly focused on that eye-catching pair of breasts.

His hand first gently caressed Grace's cheek. It was unclear whether it was to avoid waking Grace or for some other reason, but his movements were very gentle. He began by lightly touching Grace's face with the tips of his five fingers.

As the fingers gradually pressed against her facial skin, John then placed his entire hand on the side of Grace's face and continued to caress it gently.

His attention first focused on Grace's eyes; there was no movement in the eyes beneath her long eyelashes, which reassured John and made him more willing to proceed. His gaze gradually shifted from her eyes downward to her fair and slender neck.

Below the neck, the collarbone was clearly visible against the skin. Her flawless, fair chest was like that of a porcelain doll. However, below the chest, which was only faintly visible, was the nightgown that obstructed the view.

John nervously glanced at Grace again, and then slowly slid his hand down from her face. As if reluctant to part with the softness and smoothness of her skin, his descending fingers were extremely slow, as if glued in place, yet they had to move downward.

Eventually, John's fingers moved from Grace's cheek to her noticeably full breasts.

When his hand hovered over the breasts beneath Grace's nightgown, John did not hastily lower it. Instead, he suspended it in mid-air while staring intently at Grace.

"Mom... Mom!"

John tried calling out again, but there was still no response. Grace was sleeping deeply, seemingly oblivious to the outside world.

After confirming once more that Grace would not wake up, John swallowed his saliva. The palm that was suspended over Grace's full breasts began to gently descend. Of course, this action was still very slow and cautious. As he lowered his hand, he kept a close eye on any changes in Grace's expression.

Finally... the hand came down and slowly made contact with the protruding part of Grace's nightgown.

The pair of breasts, like a hill rising in the middle of an endless plain, had a high arc and exuded an alluring charm.

John's palm gently covered them. The first sensation he felt was not the coolness of the nightgown, but the fullness of the large breasts inside. It was as if he were holding a hamburger; the swelling feeling seemed to overflow his fingers. Through the nightgown, one hand could not hold it all.

John's five fingers, which were pressed against Grace's full breasts through the nightgown, were trembling uncontrollably. When all five fingers were completely covering Grace's breasts, they pressed inward slightly, and his palm gradually increased the pressure, squeezing her breasts as if they were pancakes, feeling the fullness that overflowed from his palm.

Of course, his cautious actions were still not very intense. He dared not be intense, for fear of waking Grace.

After kneading through the nightgown for a while, John's breathing became heavier. The night seemed even more oppressive in the dark room. The palm that kept kneading on Grace's breasts also gradually increased the pressure as his body temperature rose.

Meanwhile, the meaning conveyed by John's wolf-like eyes indicated that he was no longer satisfied with the current situation.

Eventually, John's gaze fixed on Grace's slender waist.

The white nightgown wrapped around her waist was tied with two ribbons in a bow. By simply holding one of the ribbons and giving it a gentle tug, the loose nightgown would easily come undone.

John turned his head to look at Grace again. She was still sleeping deeply, with her chest rising and falling rhythmically, showing no signs of waking up.

Seeing this, John took a deep breath. The desire deep in his heart finally overcame his reason. His hand slowly reached out towards Grace's waist, where the ribbon of her nightgown was tightly tied. Finally, one of the ribbons fell into his hand.

Holding the ribbon, John took another deep look at Grace, and then gently tugged it, pulling the ribbon out.

With the bow undone, the nightgown on Grace's body no longer provided any cover.

John panted heavily, and with trembling fingers, he grabbed one corner of the garment and gently pulled it to the right. Most of her fair body was immediately exposed to his view.

Grace's nightgown was symmetrical on both sides. As the right side of the clothing fell away, half of her smooth body was revealed to John. Especially since he was sitting at Grace's waist, looking down, he could see her flat, fat-free abdomen.

Below the abdomen were her fair and slender thighs, smooth and tight, fair and slender. For some reason, perhaps due to the lighting, the area at the root of the thighs seemed like an abyss. It was unclear at a glance, yet it attracted people to want to keep looking.

Finally, John's hand reached for the other side of the nightgown and removed it. Grace's entire body, like a porcelain doll, was now fully exposed to him, without any cover.

Like a fairy who had taken off her clothes, she presented her sacred and inviolable body to a mortal. Her perfect figure, which could be described as having the golden ratio, including her 36D breasts, all attracted John's attention.

To be honest, this was the first time John had truly seen Grace's body. Even when he was not mentally mature before, and Grace helped him take a bath, she was always dressed. As a result, he had never seen her body.

At this moment, his mother's flawless white jade body was presented right in front of him. John was so stunned that he didn't know what to do. He just stood there, staring blankly at Grace.

At this moment, John had an illusion, an illusion that he was eating a beauty meal.

The so-called beauty meal is a kind of dish that John saw online, which was used by the rich and powerful in the past to entertain distinguished guests. As the name implies, it is a combination of beauty and food.

A naked beauty lies on a platform, with no cover on her body. Fruits and dishes are placed on her fair and flawless body, which is in close contact with the beauty's skin for people to enjoy.

At this moment, although there were no dishes on Grace's body, her reclining body gave John such a feeling. He seemed to be a person who was about to taste the food, with all his attention focused on Grace in front of him.

Her fair skin exuded an enchanting fragrance, like a blue devil blooming in the dark night, which attracted John all the time.

He stood beside Grace, swallowing saliva, staring straight at her with his eyes. She was completely exposed in front of him, whether it was her breasts or lower body, there was no cover at all.

John saw it clearly and couldn't help but stretch out his hand again. The five trembling fingers reached for the breasts of Grace lying in bed...