Chapter 113: Tired These Days?

"Phew... Phew!"

John, having ejaculated, did not see his penis soften at a visible speed. On the contrary, in his hand, the slightly reddish and steaming member still dragged at an extremely "virile" length, not softening but just lowering its head.

John, holding his own penis in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, panting one breath after another.

It was evident that his face still bore an expression of lingering desire after experiencing oral sex and deep-throating for the first time. However, due to Grace behind him, this expression had not changed significantly yet.

After resting for quite a while, John gradually came to his senses. The softened penis slowly shrank back to its normal length, with Grace's saliva still clinging to it, feeling somewhat sticky in his hand.

After a brief rest, John, realizing what had happened, hastily dressed himself at the fastest speed possible. He then returned to his own room, pulled out toilet paper from the bedside, and began to carefully wipe away the remaining semen, especially the semen that had been ejaculated on the wardrobe.

John meticulously wiped it with toilet paper several times until he was certain there was no smell left.

As for Grace, lying naked in bed, she was naturally the object of John's close attention.

To be honest, no matter how strong one's mental fortitude is, drugging someone will always cause great anxiety in the end.

John was no exception.

Now that he had calmed down, he was already feeling a bit panicked, and even regretful, regretting his use of drugs. What if his mother felt something the next day? He would be completely ruined.

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. However, despite his fear, the deed was already done. With no other choice, John carefully sat down next to his mother, carefully wiped the traces from the corners of her mouth with toilet paper, and then put her unfastened nightgown back on, trying hard to restore it to its original state.

To be honest, taking off clothes was easy, but dressing someone who was unconscious was incredibly difficult.

John exerted a great deal of effort to finally dress his mother.

At first glance, Grace, now dressed in her nightgown again, seemed no different from the beginning. Perhaps the only difference was something only John, the person involved, could know.

Before closing the door, John carefully checked the room once more to make sure there was no trace left. Only after he was certain did he finally close the door gently.

Back in his room, John curled up in the quilt like a shrimp. He didn't sleep well the entire night. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of his naked mother, and of course... the scene of his penis entering Grace's mouth.

Thinking of that scene, John felt extremely uncomfortable, as if on fire, and he wished he could get up and do it again right now.

But his rationality told him that tonight, there could only be one time!

That night, in unease and anxiety, dragged on endlessly.

Until the next morning, John, who hadn't slept much the whole night, opened his eyes at around six o'clock. He didn't get out of bed but stayed in the room, listening intently to the movements from Grace's side, not daring to breathe heavily. However, until half past seven, there was still no movement from Grace's side.

John, who was going to be late for school, couldn't wait any longer. He simply got up from bed, washed up, and before leaving the house, he quietly walked to Grace's door, pressed his ear against it, and tried to listen for any movement inside.

But no matter how he listened, it was still completely silent inside, with no sound at all.

With no other choice, John took a few slices of bread from the refrigerator, put on his school bag, and headed to school.

It was not until three hours after John left the house, around ten o'clock in the morning, that Grace finally opened her sleepy eyes.

If it weren't for the sun outside shining through the curtains and hitting Grace's eyes, causing her expression to change slightly due to the glare, she wouldn't have woken up.

Even after briefly opening her eyes, Grace felt as if she had fought a battle, with her entire body aching and uncomfortable, especially her eyelids, which seemed to have hung several hundred pounds of iron. It took a great deal of effort to open and close them before her vision finally focused.

As her vision slowly became clearer, the first thing she saw was the dazzling sun, especially the sunlight that shone through the curtains and landed precisely on Grace's eyes.

She jolted awake and immediately sat up in bed.

"Oops, what time is it?"

The first thing Grace thought of was not to delay her son's breakfast. But the moment she frantically grabbed her phone, she was stunned.

The time displayed was very clear - 10:20!

It was almost eleven o'clock. Forget breakfast, it was time to make lunch!

Grace reached up and brushed the hair falling on her forehead to the back of her head, and took a deep breath helplessly.

Without much thought, at this time, her son must have already gone to school.

Thinking of her son possibly going to school with an empty stomach, Grace couldn't help but feel a wave of self-reproach. She frowned in annoyance, also puzzled about what had happened to her today. Normally, her internal clock would naturally wake her up at that time, but today... she had slept until after ten o'clock. Could it be... that she was just too tired these days?

But that shouldn't be the case!

Grace frowned and tilted her head, trying to recall, but no matter how hard she thought, she had no memory of what time she went to sleep last night, or whether she had woken up and fallen asleep again this morning.

It was as if that period of time had simply been skipped in her mind, with no impression at all.

More importantly, for some reason, whether it was from oversleeping or something else, Grace felt a bit dizzy and groggy upon waking up, with her limbs weak and her vision of the room's contents somewhat blurry.

After resting in bed for a while, Grace finally came to her senses. She tightened her nightgown, got out of bed in her slippers, and after washing up, it was already eleven o'clock.

Grace didn't waste any time and immediately started making lunch for John. Normally, he wouldn't come home for lunch and would eat in the school cafeteria.

But for some reason today, he had told Grace through WhatsApp that he was coming back, and Grace was naturally very happy and immediately started cooking lunch for John.

The kind-hearted Grace had no idea what her proud son had done to her last night...