Chapter 11.B
In the following days, Minh Khoi still came to my house often. He was diligent, enthusiastic, and always praised my mother. Their relationship became increasingly close. The accidental touches, the hidden jokes, all were like a couple in the process of getting to know each other.
The final exams were approaching. One day, I didn’t see Minh Khoi after school. He must have gone to the office for his mother to “tutor” him. I stayed in class for a while, then went to my mother’s office.
As usual, I didn’t go in right away. I stood outside the door, peeking in. This time, they weren’t sitting at their desks. They were sitting at a smaller table in the corner of the room, facing each other, with nothing to block their view. Minh Khoi’s eyes were shamelessly glued to his mother’s cleavage.
Today, Mom wore a white lace shirt, so thin that you could see the lace bra underneath. Underneath was a tight white miniskirt. When she sat, the skirt only covered a third of her thighs, revealing her long legs in skin-colored stockings. A mature woman’s beauty, a deliberate provocation.
Mom knew he was watching. She didn’t flinch. She even accidentally tugged at her skirt, making it ride up a little, revealing the swell of her pussy under her lace panties. A silent complicity.
The “tutoring” session ended. Minh Khoi stood up, leaned close to his mother, his hand touching hers. “Sister, if I get into the top 50 of my grade this time, will you give me a reward?”
Mom lightly hit his hand. “You’re starting to grope again! If you really can get in, all my tutoring will be worth it.”
“So you agree!” He held his mother’s hand tightly, the other arm around her waist, pulling her close. “If I pass the exam, you agree to any conditions?”
Mom tried to struggle free, but in vain. “This is the office! If you keep doing this, I’ll be really angry!”
“It’s okay, there’s no one around right now,” he said, his face devoid of fear. “If I really make it into the top fifty, I want you to go on a date with me!”
Mother pointed her finger at his forehead. “You’re talking nonsense again! Of course this won’t do.”
“I just said I might get in!” he pleaded. “Otherwise I have no motivation.”
Mom looked at him, her eyes half smiling, half not smiling. She bit her sexy lips. “Wait until you pass the exam then we’ll talk. I didn’t say you definitely can’t, did I?”
A promise. A tacit consent. Damn it, this slut!
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pretended to have just arrived and pushed the door open. Mom was startled and quickly pushed Minh Khoi out. Her face looked a little confused and embarrassed.
I looked at Minh Khoi who was jumping for joy. “What are you doing? Won the lottery?”
“Haha, Huy, I’m going on a date with you!” He shouted.
I pretended to be surprised. “What? Date you?”
Mom stomped her feet, her face red. “You heard him say something bad! Huy, let’s go home!” She turned around, shook her plump butt, and walked quickly out of the office. I hurriedly followed, leaving Minh Khoi immersed in his own joy.
That night, I asked my mother again about the date. She still denied it, saying it was just a joke. But then, she asked me again, gently: “But it’s not certain… this is also a way to encourage him to study. What if he passes the exam, Huy, won’t you agree?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, “it’s just… if things don’t develop well, this Minh Khoi brat could do anything.”
“I know my limits.” She smiled, a mysterious smile. Then she suddenly asked: “How is your illness lately?”
“It’s been very warm for a long time recently,” I said honestly. “A few times… it even seemed to get a little hard.”
Mom was silent for a moment, then asked, her voice a little embarrassed: “Do you think it’s good for me like this?”
She was wavering. I had to strengthen her resolve. “I feel fine. You’ve been very attractive lately, and you look very happy. Besides, I really want to recover my sexual function.”
“Who said I was happy? You’re talking nonsense again!” She scolded, but her voice didn’t have any anger.
After a while, she said, “It’s been a month already. Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up to see if you’ve really recovered.”
She finished speaking and went back to her room. I sat there, sick images flashing through my mind. I imagined myself using my own recovered cock to thrust hard into my mother’s plump, fat pussy, pulling it in and out with all my might, watching her plump flesh flip in and out with each thrust. One day, I would make this fantasy come true.