Chapter 124: Strange

John couldn't remember how many times he had kissed his mother, with whom he shared no blood relation, nor could he understand why he became so restless every time he saw her.

However, all these thoughts vanished the moment their lips met. With his eyes half-closed, John kissed her passionately. The moment their lips touched, the warmth and softness that had been buried deep in his memory washed over him again.

Even though John had just risen from his mother's body an hour ago, this kiss felt extraordinarily intense. Just a simple kiss made John feel as if he had ascended to the clouds, reluctant to part.

As their lips met, John's tongue extended from his mouth and delved straight into his mother's lips. The moment his tongue entered, he immediately wrapped the tip of his tongue around his mother's tongue.

Although Grace was still in a stupor, her tongue offered no resistance and was completely enveloped by his. Then... John began to do as he pleased inside Grace's mouth.

While kissing, his hand moved to Grace's lower abdomen. At that moment, Grace was still wearing the pajamas that John had dressed her in, neatly arranged.

The moment John's hand touched Grace's lower abdomen, he immediately felt the heat of her skin through the pajamas. It was this heat that deeply stimulated John. Although he was kissing his mother passionately, the hot breath he exhaled through his nose was noticeably heavier.

His hand, having touched her lower abdomen, began to move restlessly, traveling upwards towards the breasts that he remembered so fondly. Through the pajamas, John's palm moved quickly upwards like a rapid march across a meadow, eventually arriving at the all-too-familiar "hill" area.

Compared to the flatness of the lower abdomen, his palm could distinctly feel the protruding curve here, and it was this curve that made John's breathing even heavier.

Without any delay, he reached out and grasped the breast in front of him. Effortlessly, John's palm settled on his mother's breast. In that instant, the feeling of fullness and firmness, as if he had grasped the world, spread from his palm to his entire body.

Every pore on his body seemed to open up, and he felt an urge to howl at the sky. The sensation of fullness was simply indescribable.

Holding the breast, John breathed heavily, his tongue continuously shuttling back and forth inside his mother's mouth, while he also began to knead her breast with more force.

The plump and upright breast was like dough in John's hands, constantly changing shape. Perhaps because he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn't control himself, he didn't realize how forcefully he was kneading his mother's breast.

A large part of the fair and plump breast flesh overflowed from his fingers. Although he tried his best to open his palm to cover the breasts, Grace's breasts were just too large for him to fully enclose.

After a while of kneading, John slowly rose from Grace, pulled his saliva-coated tongue out of her mouth, and sat up on her body, hastily removing his pants.

Judging by John's appearance, it seemed he could hardly contain himself anymore. The moment he took off his underwear and threw it aside, his erect and rigid penis, like a ferocious dragon with its fangs bared, once again appeared in front of Grace.

Its length and hardness were as if it were experiencing its first erection, completely unaffected by the sexual intercourse that had just taken place an hour ago.

It had to be said, young people really had great stamina.

Looking at his penis that was about to burst, John's gaze quickly fell on Grace's body beneath him, or rather... his mother's bright red and sensual lips. Seeing those enticing and sexy lips, John was instantly transported back to the previous night.

It was these same lips that not only enclosed his penis but also gave it a strong deep-throat. Thinking of this, John's eyes once again gleamed with that lewd green light. He swallowed his saliva, held his penis with one hand, and slowly moved towards Grace in front of him.

When the purplish-red and shiny glans touched Grace's soft lower lip, John didn't hesitate for a moment and thrust his waist forward. The large glans pushed open Grace's upper and lower lips and plunged fiercely into the warm mouth...

"Mmm..."

In her sleep, Grace felt her mouth was dry and tasted bitter, as if there was a strange flavor in her mouth. In a daze, Grace half-asleep and half-awake, opened her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes just a slit, the glaring light from outside shone through the thin curtains and directly hit her eyes. She couldn't help but squint and cover her eyes with one hand, her pupils slowly adapting to the surrounding light.

"Am I late again?"

Upon waking up, Grace, noticing the glaring light outside, couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed she had overslept again. It was already noon, so where was John...?

Thinking of this, Grace turned over and sat up in bed. As soon as she got up, she felt a slight pain in her chest. She frowned, lifted a corner of her pajamas, and took a look at her breasts.

Her snow-white chest showed no abnormalities, but why did it hurt? Could it be a strain?

With this doubt in mind, Grace slowly got up, opened the bedroom door, and found the large room eerily quiet.

It was already half past nine. John had already left for school.

Strange...

Grace leaned against the living room wall, furrowing her brows and massaging her head.

What was wrong with her lately? Why was she always oversleeping and so drowsy? Could it be that something was wrong with her health?

No, I have to go to the hospital and get checked out!

With this thought in mind, Grace, who had a bitter taste in her mouth, brushed her teeth, washed her face, got dressed, and quietly left the house...