Chapter 10
The bedroom door upstairs creaked slightly, a dry sound in the quiet space. Minh Khoi and I, like two small animals awakened by the noise, raised our heads at the same time. Mom was coming down. She didn’t walk, but seemed to be floating in a long, pale blue nightgown, the blue of morning dew, of unfinished dreams.
The dress was more than a covering. It was a statement. The sheer, almost transparent material revealed and concealed her every move. The faint shadow of black lingerie underneath, a bra, a thong, was not a display, but a whisper of guarded secrets. A lace belt, intricately patterned, like a mark of power, divided her body into two distinct parts: a full, vibrant upper body, a supple, inviting lower body.
The V-neckline was not too deep but enough to show off the power of fullness. Her breasts, restrained by the wavy lace, still seemed to want to burst out, forming a deep cleavage, a seductive abyss that any man would want to dive into. The skirt was loose, but the chest was designed to hug tightly, as if to honor the pair of proud, towering breasts. The skirt reached her ankles, but with each step she gently swayed, revealing the vague shape of her thong, a mysterious black triangle between her straight thighs. She did not look like a mother, but like a goddess who had just stepped out of an ancient painting, carrying a beauty that was both noble and dangerously inviting.
I had seen my mother wear this dress several times, but never in such a revealing situation. She knew Minh Khoi was there. She knew I was watching. This was no longer an accident. This was a move. She was playing a role, a role I had written for her, but she was playing it with such skill, like a cunning fox who knew all the traps by heart.
Minh Khoi’s eyes lit up, a naked flame of desire. He looked at his mother, unblinking, his mouth slightly open, a look of innocence that was so adorable. Perhaps our expressions made her happy. She laughed, a light “phì” like a feather, then let out a loving reproach, her voice soft as velvet: “You two brats, what are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman before?”
“No… no, I’ve never seen…” Minh Khoi stammered, hastily swallowing his saliva, the gurgling sound in his throat sounded pathetic. “But… I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as Miss My…” He was truly a well-trained parrot, always knowing how to say the words his master wanted to hear.
Mom laughed again, this time it was a giggle, clear as wind chimes. “This kid is really smart, is his mouth smeared with honey?” Under the yellow light of the living room, I could see more clearly. Through the thin veil and black lace of her bra, Mom’s areola appeared, a deep pink, like a flower bud waiting to be discovered.
It was a joke, but no woman doesn’t like to be complimented. Mom was clearly pleased. “You two sit down, I’ll get you some water.” She turned, and our world seemed to spin with the sway of her hips. Her butt was perfect, accentuated by the lace belt, forming a deadly curve. The nightgown, though loose, could not hide that fullness and firmness. It rose, round, proud, and every step she took was a dance of invitation. The thin fabric betrayed her again, revealing the shape of her thong, a thin string across her butt crack, a secret promise.
“Does your mom always dress like this at home?” Minh Khoi turned to me, whispering but full of lust. “This is so fucking hot. Tell me, is she trying to seduce me? My dick has been hard for a while now.”
“Don’t be delusional,” I snapped, suppressing an unwarranted anger. “You’re just being sentimental.”
He didn’t say anything more, just smiled to himself, a silly but meaningful smile. I ignored him, turned on the TV, letting the noisy sounds of the outside world drown out the stuffy silence in the room. A moment later, Mom brought out two glasses of cold water, then gracefully went back to the kitchen.
The sound of the TV couldn’t drown out Minh Khoi’s restlessness. He fidgeted on the sofa like he had maggots in his ass. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. “Are you starving to death that you can’t sit still?”
He glanced toward the kitchen, where his mother was looming. “Waiting for dinner is boring. No fun.” He pouted. Then, abruptly, he stood up. “I’ll go see if I can help.” A blatant lie.
I knew what he was thinking. This guy can’t cook. Another fox was approaching the hen house.
He pushed open the kitchen door and entered. Mother had her back to us, her long hair neatly tied up, revealing her white nape and a few stray strands of hair. She was surprised to see him. Minh Khoi, with his usual mischievous smile, said he wanted to help. Mother refused, but he kept coming, touching around, pretending to look for this and that. Mother seemed annoyed, but she didn’t care.
And then, I saw his eyes. Those eyes were no longer wandering. They were fixed on my mother’s curves. The black lace bra was clearly visible under the thin skirt, hugging her perfect body. And below, her round, curvaceous ass, hugged by the black thong. Every time my mother used strength to cut the vegetables, her ass would bounce elastically, like two ripe peaches inviting her.
Minh Khoi swallowed, his Adam’s apple moved with difficulty. He pretended to raise his voice: “Miss My, what delicious dish are you cooking today? I can’t wait!”
He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants. I saw him walk up behind my mother as he spoke, pressing his face into her hair, taking a deep breath. And then, the bulge in his pants could no longer be hidden. He wrapped his arms around my mother’s slim waist. His lower body bounced slightly, his erect cock, through the two layers of fabric, pushing straight into the crack of my ass. He began to gently rotate, a naked, instinctive rubbing action, like an animal trying to mate.
Mom was startled. A soft “Ah!” escaped her plump red lips. A small moan, almost inaudible, but in the silence of the kitchen, it sounded like thunder. Minh Khoi’s thrust was so precise, his cock like a key, finding the right lock right between Mom’s plump buttocks.
Mother’s cheeks turned red. She turned back, her voice angry but without any authority: “Minh Khoi, what are you doing! If you don’t want to help, then don’t bother her cooking!”
She pushed his hand away, then, almost unconsciously, she used her plump buttocks to push him lightly, as a tease, an indecisive refusal.
Minh Khoi had the upper hand. He didn’t press the issue, just grinned and walked out of the kitchen, glancing at me smugly. I could only grit my teeth.
Dinner was quickly served. The three of us sat around. Minh Khoi, of course, sat next to Mom. His lewd eyes never left Mom’s breasts. The blue nightgown, under the light, became even more transparent. The pattern on Mom’s black lace bra was clearly visible. Even though only the white skin above and the deep cleavage were visible, it was enough to drive any man crazy.
Mom knew. She definitely knew where his eyes were wandering. But she pretended not to see, calmly picking up food, occasionally accidentally bending down, giving him a more perfect view. Minh Khoi kept swallowing his saliva, like a hungry dog in front of a piece of fragrant meat.
He started to talk. Apart from a few words to me for formality, he spent most of the time talking about his trivial achievements, and of course, praising his mother. Praising her beautiful figure, beautiful skin, youthfulness. He also showed his knowledge of fashion, cosmetics, and things that women care about. His mother listened, engrossed, her blue eyes looking at him, a hot, meaningful look.
“Hehe, Ms. My, you actually look very young! I keep calling you teacher, it sounds too old, can I call you by your name?” Minh Khoi shamelessly suggested.
“There are no rules,” Mom said generously, her voice a little teasing. “But not at school. When no one is around, just call me.”
I almost spat out my rice. “When no one is around.” What did that phrase mean? What were they planning to do “when no one is around”?
“Sister, to be honest, I never even dreamed of having a meal with a great beauty like you.” Minh Khoi got carried away.
“He he… almost forty, not beautiful anymore.” Mom sighed, a fake sadness.
“No no no, listen to me sincerely. If our future wife was like you, I would burn incense every day.” He babbled.
“Stop talking nonsense and eat more vegetables.” Mom put food in his bowl, a strangely gentle gesture.
He started telling a dirty joke about an AV actress. Mom burst out laughing, hitting him on the shoulder lovingly. “Oh, you’re so naughty, telling such a dirty story to people!” Her laughter shook her whole body. Her plump breasts bounced with each beat, a wonderful elasticity that could be seen with the naked eye.
Minh Khoi stared at that vibration, not hiding it at all. “Any man who has a beautiful wife like you is truly lucky! You and your husband must be very affectionate, right? Oh, is your husband working overtime today?” He knew my father was on a business trip, but still asked on purpose.
“I’m old, how can we have so much affection?” Mother smiled bitterly, her voice filled with resentment. “He’s been busy lately, he has to go on a business trip for a while.”
“Huy, is your dad on a business trip again? He won’t even know if his wife leaves him like this!” He turned to me, his face full of malice.
I just kept quiet. I was the one who told him this information.
“He often goes on business trips, there’s no other way,” my mother said for me, her voice resigned. “The work pressure is high, my salary isn’t high, and he has a family to support.”
“Oh, this is not how you raise a family,” Minh Khoi glanced at his mother’s breasts, pretending to be indifferent. “Hehe, sister, is your husband… not good at that?”
Mom was a little stunned. He had taken the conversation to a dangerous place. She hesitated for a moment, then said, her voice surprisingly calm: “Not really. Maybe it’s because of frequent business trips and work, it’s quite tiring, sometimes I feel a little helpless.”
“At this age, your desires are at their greatest!” Minh Khoi said firmly.
“You think everyone is like you!” Mother laughed, but the laugh couldn’t hide her confusion. “A small person with a big devil, full of devilish thoughts.”
Seeing that he had made his mother happy, he continued: “You have taken good care of yourself! The first time I met you, I thought you were not married!”
“You can say whatever you want, I’m already this old.” Mother said, but her body betrayed her. She unconsciously puffed out her chest a little, like a peacock spreading its tail.
“I’m not talking nonsense. You are a mature, charming, and graceful beauty. You are truly blessed to have a beautiful and talented wife like you!”
Mother felt his eyes getting bolder and bolder, a little panicked. “I didn’t expect you to know so much at such a young age! Moreover, you’re also very good at complimenting people in a roundabout way.”
Mom’s face turned red. Minh Khoi looked at it and said: “You are usually so graceful, beautiful and elegant. I really want to know when you are…”
What was he going to say? “When in bed”? I coughed, interrupting him. He glanced at me, then quickly corrected himself: “Haha, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, I want to have my own girlfriend too!”
“Hehe! When you grow up, you will all have girlfriends of your choice,” mother smiled charmingly. “You are still young now.”
“But sis, we are in puberty,” Minh Khoi glanced at his mother again. “Sister, actually I have a special ability.”
Bragging again. Mom was also amused. “Our Minh Khoi has a special ability? Tell me, what is it?”
“You just need to see a beauty to be able to estimate her three measurements relatively accurately, with a very small margin of error.” He said with an extremely serious expression.
Mom let out a “puff” sound. I couldn’t help but laugh too. “Every pervert has this special ability of yours,” I teased.
“Really,” he argued. “My margin of error is very small, at most within 5%. Why don’t you try it on yourself?”
“What do I have to bet with you?” Mom pouted.
“If I can’t guess your measurements correctly, then I won’t need your private tutoring for a month, how about that?” He made a deal.
Mother looked at him, her beautiful eyes shining with curiosity. “Then I’m free again. What if you win?”
Minh Khoi leaned close to his mother, smiling. “Don’t be angry. If I guess correctly, then… the underwear you’re wearing right now, give it to me as a souvenir!”
Such a naked, lewd request. I was also stunned. Mom blushed and stammered: “How… how is that possible! How can I give my underwear to you!”
“Sister, I’m risking not being able to take extra classes for a whole month,” he said, using a provocative tactic. “Or maybe you’re not confident about your figure and are afraid that I’ll embarrass you if I tell you!”
This bastard. Sure enough, the mother glared at him. “Who said that! I think this brat had a plan all along!”
“I have no plans,” he laughed. “How about a bet?”
It was time for me to step in. “Don’t be afraid of him, Mother,” I said. “I think he’s just bragging, and he’s definitely wrong. Then you’ll have a month off!”
Mom looked at me, then at Minh Khoi. She sighed, as if backed into a corner. “Okay!”
She stood up and left the table. She turned around, her blue skirt fluttering, revealing her white legs and a seductive scent. She stood up straight, puffed out her chest, and challenged. “Tell me, the boy has special abilities. Can you see my three measurements?”
Minh Khoi thought for a moment, then slowly said, like a prophet giving a prophecy: “Um… I’m sure you have a 95, 65, 100 demonic body. You’re not wrong.”
Silence fell. I was stunned. So was Mom. He was right, down to the centimeter. I had seen that number on Mom’s medical form. Could he really have special powers?
Minh Khoi looked at our surprised faces, pleased. Mom sat down on the chair, glaring at him. “A blind cat caught a fried fish. You must have guessed it right!”
“That doesn’t matter,” he smiled slyly. “You guessed right anyway. Sister, according to the agreement, you have to keep your promise to bet.”
Mom’s ears turned red. She glanced at me, and seeing that I had no expression, she became even more confused. “Even though you agreed… how can I just give you underwear?”
“You promised,” he pressed. “You have to admit defeat. You are a teacher, a role model for your students. What if you don’t keep your promise?”
Mom knew she had lost. She said angrily, her voice almost crying: “I know! I admit defeat. After we finish eating, I will take it off for you, you pervert!”
The meal ended in silence. Mom was angry, and Minh Khoi couldn’t hide his triumph. After cleaning up, he looked at Mom with anticipation. Mom stomped her foot, then went straight to the bathroom, slamming the door. One last sound, ending a game that she had completely lost.