Chapter 12
The next morning, my mother and I went to the hospital. She chose an outfit that was a silent statement. The dark blue shirt, with lace trim at the neck, did not hide but rather accentuated her full, proud breasts. Below, the tight jeans of the same color hugged her round buttocks and long legs. With each step she took in her dark blue high heels, her buttocks bounced, a dance of elasticity, a silent invitation sent into the air. I followed behind, unable to take my eyes off that dance, and inside, a familiar fire burned again.
We met Dr. Hoang again. The same cold face, the same flat, emotionless voice. After a series of tests, he looked at the results, and for the first time, I saw a flash of surprise in his eyes.
“Your penile nerve recovery is progressing very well,” he said, still trying to remain objective. “It’s recovered 36% this month. In theory, with proper stimulation, you should be able to get an erection to a certain extent.”
Mother was stunned. “Is it really that effective? Doctor, is there a problem?”
“I can only explain what the report shows,” Dr. Hoang replied, pushing up his glasses. “It is up to you to decide whether or not to continue with this method.”
A wild joy rose in my heart. It worked! It really worked! Hope, which I thought was dead, began to rekindle.
Mom, however, was in another dilemma. “Is there any other option?” she asked, her voice filled with helplessness. “Does it have to be… that cuckold episode therapy?”
“Western medicine is definitely useless,” he said bluntly. “At present, only this therapy has been proven effective. You can try the others yourself.”
We left the hospital in silence. But the silence was filled with hidden storms. When we got home, Mom slumped in her chair, her face heavy. I knew I had to strike, now.
“Mom, so what are we going to do next…” I began, my voice hesitant.
She sighed, looked at me, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and conflict. “I don’t know what to do anymore, my poor Huy.” A tear welled up in her eye.
I threw myself into her arms, something I had not done for a long time. I acted spoiled, like a child. “Mommy, my illness must be cured. You must help me.”
She sighed, her hand gently stroking my hair. “I know. But… I’m torn too.”
“You promised me,” I said firmly. She bit her lip and said nothing. A silent acceptance.
That night, I heard my mother calling my father. Complaints, complaints about his absence. I calculated that it would be more than three months before my father returned. Three months. A long enough time for anything.
It was late at night, and I was getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. It was my mother. She walked in, wearing a thin purple chiffon nightgown, the one that had appeared in my sick dreams. Under the dim light of the nightlight, the shadow of her underwear, her plump breasts, her full buttocks appeared again, haunting.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her scent washing over me. “I just called your father,” she said, her voice weary.
My heart sank. “Are you okay, Dad?”
“Your father is very busy with work. He will be back after half a year of work.” She paused, then continued, her voice filled with conflict. “I feel… a little guilty towards your father. I am hesitating, not knowing whether to continue or not.”
No! I couldn’t let her stop. I quickly took her hand, it was soft and warm. “I know this is hard, Mom. But my condition has improved a lot. Recovery is just a matter of time.”
“The words are true,” she replied blandly.
I looked at the beautiful lotus-like woman in front of me, and I knew I had to take a risk. “Let’s do this, Mom. This game of ours will continue until Dad comes back. If I haven’t fully recovered by then, then that’s it.”
I gave her a limit, a promise of safety. I knew what she was afraid of. She was afraid of breaking up this family.
Mom looked at me, her beautiful face flushed in the light. She thought for a long time, then nodded, a resigned nod. “Okay. Then let’s just go crazy with you until your dad comes back. Consider it our best effort. By then, no matter what, this game… can’t continue.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Three months. I have three months.
She suddenly smiled, a mischievous smile. “Huy, do I really have that much attraction for boys like you? I’m almost forty.”
“Of course,” I flattered. “Where did you see someone approaching forty? They were clearly only in their twenties! They were both beautiful and had great figures, and you were already captivated by them.”
Her eyes lit up. “What about you, Huy? Do you like me?” She looked at me, a provocative, scrutinizing look.
My whole body was burning. “How could I not like it? I like you the most.” My eyes unconsciously glanced at her heaving breasts under her nightgown. I swallowed, trying to control the beast inside me.
Do you understand what I mean by “like”? It’s more than just maternal love. It’s lust. Raw and primal.
She was a little absent-minded, then stood up and walked towards me. She pushed her hair back, revealing her white neck and sexy collarbone. “Go to sleep early, Huy. Don’t think too much. Good night.” She bent down, intending to kiss my cheek.
A kiss goodnight, an action that had long since ceased to exist between us. As she bent down, her full breasts seemed to jump out of her nightgown, shaking and swaying, a sight that took my breath away.
Perhaps because I was staring at her too intently, I had no intention of offering my cheek. She lost her balance, and her warm, soft body fell into my arms. Her butt was snugly between my legs, through her pants, I could still feel its softness and heat.
Mom was startled, her face was red. She tried to get up, and my hand naturally fell on her slim waist. But her legs felt like jelly, she couldn’t stand up, still sitting on me.
Silence reigned. Awkward and arousing. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, feeling her curves pressed against mine. I didn’t know what to do, I could only utter a silly sentence: “Mom… good night.”
“Um…” she mumbled, still limp. Finally, she pulled herself up. She turned to leave. “Mom,” I called back. “You haven’t kissed me yet.”
She turned back, her eyes helpless. She leaned down again, her red, luscious lips coming closer to my cheek. And then, in a moment of madness, I lifted my head. Our lips touched.
Soft, cool, and full of guilt. Mom rolled her eyes, then stood up immediately. Our lips parted. Her face was red, but her voice was full of anger. “Huy, what are you doing!”
I was stunned. “We are mother and son !” she almost shouted. “You cannot have such dirty thoughts.”
She turned and walked quickly out of the room, looking both embarrassed and angry. Before closing the door, she turned back to look at me, a deep, puzzled look.
The door slammed shut. I sat alone in the room, my mind reeling. It was just a kiss on the lips, why did she react so strongly? Just because we were mother and daughter ?
And then, another bitter truth hit me. During that chaotic moment, my cock had remained flaccid. This damn disease.
But then, I calmed down. A cold smile appeared on my lips. Humph, when you are with me, you are serious, but that lewd appearance outside, I have seen it all. Just endure it for now. Whether you are a cuckold or anything else, the top priority is to cure this disease. After this, you and I still have many days. Many opportunities.