Chapter 123: Hesitation and Struggle

The mother-son story narrates a tale where the mother is coerced by villains, and the son accidentally stumbles upon the scene and rescues her. The portrayal of the mother-son relationship and their psychological activities in the story is spot on.

Moreover, the writing is of high quality, vividly bringing the scenes of the story to life with just a few words.

John's eyes lit up as he read this story. He couldn't help but read all the updated parts in one go. When he reached the last chapter, not only was he left wanting more, but his previously somewhat diminished lust suddenly flared up again.

At this moment, John felt as if there was a fire burning deep inside him. His penis, which had become flaccid, began to stiffen gradually as he read the novel. By the time he finished reading, John's desire had been fully ignited, along with his rock-hard penis.

Even though he had just relieved himself on his mother not long ago, it was now standing upright again, with veins prominently visible, resembling a ferocious dragon ready to pounce.

John threw off the covers and looked down at his aroused member. His eyes gleamed with a peculiar light, similar to the look he had when he decided to drug Grace earlier—it was an exact match.

If someone had been observing John's facial expressions at this moment, they would have noticed that the guilt he had shown just a short while ago, including the guilt expressed by his self-inflicted slap, had now vanished.

At least... it was not as pronounced as it had been an hour ago.

With his head down and his gaze fixed on his erect penis, the emotional conflict in John's eyes was particularly intense and conspicuous at this moment. It was evident that he was hesitating and struggling, seemingly making some kind of decision.

Ultimately, his lewdness overcame his reason. He impatiently threw off the covers, hurriedly got out of bed, and tiptoed to the door.

Directly across from his room was the master bedroom of Mark and Grace. Grace, still under the influence of the drug, was fast asleep. John, who had just risen from his mother's bed an hour ago, was now stimulated by the erotic novel and once again tiptoed to open Grace's bedroom door.

As the door opened, John's eyes followed the crack and looked at Grace lying on the large bed.

She was in the same position as when he had left, covered with a blanket, facing the ceiling, without any sign of movement.

According to the drug dealer, this hallucinogen was potent and long-lasting. It was more than enough for a whole night. Most importantly, the person would wake up the next day with no memory of what had happened the previous night. Having used it twice now, John found the effect to be quite satisfactory.

Seeing that his mother Grace was still sound asleep with no signs of stirring, John let out a sigh of relief, and the lewd expression in his eyes intensified. He calmly and familiarly approached the bedside, standing upright at the head of the bed, looking down at the sleeping Grace from above.

Just as he had mentioned on the forum, his mother was in no way inferior to movie stars, especially in terms of looks.

Some movie stars might not even be able to match her beauty. Although his mother was getting older, she was very well-preserved, with fair and smooth skin, and a shapely figure that was well-proportioned.

On the street, she looked no different from girls in their twenties.

Moreover, at her age, she exuded a mature charm, possessing both the physique of a twenty-year-old woman and the sophistication of a forty-year-old woman. She was like a fully ripened peach, emitting an irresistible fragrance.

Anyone who came close to her couldn't help but be attracted to her, wishing to possess her completely.

Thorne was like this, and so was John!

Looking at his beautiful mother lying in the bed with steady breathing, John felt an intense heat in his body, as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured over his head, and his desire was burning fiercely.

The guilt that John had previously felt towards Grace had long since vanished, replaced by insatiable desire. As his gaze fell on his mother lying beside him in the bed, John's throat noticeably rolled up and down, and a clear sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the room.

John looked at Grace in front of him and slowly sat down at the head of the bed. His eyes were fixed on the sleeping Grace, and the gleam in his eyes was like that of a hunter in the dark who had spotted his prey.

The infatuation and bewilderment were beyond description. Grace's red lips were still as before, plump and inviting.

John, feeling parched and feverish, slowly lowered his head, and his swollen lips descended to press against the red lips in front of him...