Chapter 7 – The Contract of the Flesh
Mom came home late. It was eight o’clock at night. I sat on the sofa, pretending to be glued to the TV, but all my senses were focused on the door. The sound of keys clanking, the sound of high heels hitting the floor, then Mom’s long shadow falling into the living room. She was wearing a pale yellow office suit, but it was crumpled after a long day. Her jet-black hair was a few strands tangled, her makeup faded, only her lips were still a defiant red. Her breasts were so full that they threatened to burst the buttons of her shirt, her buttocks were tightly held by her office skirt. Mom was a masterpiece of fatigue and sensuality.
“Have you eaten yet, Mom? Why are you working overtime today?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
Mom put down the bag, pulled out the glass of water from the day before, and took a sip. “It should have been done sooner,” she sighed, “but Minh Khoi came, and it dragged on until now.” After she finished speaking, as if suddenly realizing something, she glanced quickly at me, then accidentally glanced down at my lower body. A glance that lasted only a split second, then she turned away, her cheeks flushed.
That glass of water. It might have been spiced up again today. “Is he looking for his mother so late?” I asked curiously.
“Yeah, some English class stuff.” Mom mumbled.
A sudden surge of excitement. “Tell me, Mom. How was your tutoring today?”
Mom looked at me, a tired but not hidden charm look. “Why ask?”
“The things I sent you… did you see them?” I looked her straight in the eyes.
Mom’s face turned red, as if she’d been caught. “I saw it. It’s all a bunch of self-indulgent fantasies. Why would you watch that?”
“But aren’t there people who lock themselves in their rooms every day to watch?”
“No!” she denied, but her shy tone gave it all away. “I just looked to see if it would help your condition.”
“The doctor said yes. Stop pretending. I want to hear,” I pleaded.
Mom laughed, a knowing laugh. “I was just giving a lecture. But he always sat close. He thought I didn’t know.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “Go on, Mom. It’s… a little warm down there.”
Mom’s eyes lit up. “So it worked?”
“It will stop as soon as you stop. Tell me more,” I urged.
She smiled, a sly fox smile. “That kid is getting bolder and bolder. Today, the school was empty, so he pulled his chair up and sat very close to me, even touching my chair.” She paused, “I was going to remind him, but he seemed serious so I stopped. Who would have thought he would just lean in, even pressing his butt against… my butt. It’s a bit tight.” She said, her face flushed, as if she was telling a shocking secret.
I pictured it. Mom’s ass, plump and soft, pressed against the boy’s. Indirect, naked skin-to-skin contact. “And then?” My voice was hoarse.
“Mom moved out, it moved in. In the end, it took up a third of Mom’s chair.”
“How long have you been sitting like that?” I panted. The warm water below had started to flow.
“More than an hour,” Mom replied shyly.
“More than an hour of leaning against each other? It’s dangerous, Mom.” I pretended to be worried.
“Don’t you want me to be a little dangerous?” She blurted out, then realized her mistake and quickly laughed charmingly.
“Did he get physical?” I pressed.
“It’s not, it’s just…”
“Just what? Tell me!”
“I went to the bathroom during break. You know, the office is very narrow.” Mom hesitated. “I wanted to stand up, but he stood up to let me pass. When I passed him, I felt…”
I understood immediately. That tight space. If Mom wanted to pass, her plump ass would definitely have to brush past him, right at the groin area. A collision was inevitable.
“That bastard!” I roared, a false anger covering my intense excitement. “He was trying to take advantage of me! He rubbed against my ass, wasn’t he?”
Mom blushed. “Um… and he was naughty too.”
“I know!” I said firmly. “He was trying to push his thing into your ass!” I could picture it. Mom walked past, and he thrust his hips forward, his hard cock rubbing hard against her thinly-clad ass. A guilty pleasure.
“I felt it nudge my butt, not very hard. I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom so I didn’t notice.”
“So when you come home…”
“Actually,” Mom whispered, “I went to the bathroom three times.”
Three times! That’s six thrusts! My head was spinning. That bastard was so lucky!
“If you don’t feel right, why don’t you tell him to go out?”
“At that time… I didn’t think much of it.” Mom replied, her voice small.
I chuckled. Without thinking much, maybe mom was enjoying it too? That position, wasn’t it the position for sex from behind?
“Mom is such a slut,” I blurted out, “He thought Mom was taking the initiative to let him rub his ass!”
“What nonsense are you talking about!” Mother was angry. “Isn’t it because of your illness?”
I quickly apologized, but inside I felt happy. The angrier Mom got, the more it showed that the devil inside her was rising.
“What happened next?” I asked when I saw that Mom had calmed down.
“After work, he asked to take his mother to the parking lot.”
“Doing what?”
“He said it was dark and was afraid it would be dangerous for me to go alone. Oh, and there was also this.” Mom hesitated. “There was a puddle of water and a car rushed past it. He quickly pulled me into his arms, otherwise I would have gotten soaked.”
“So it gets to hug its mother again?”
Mom snorted. “That slutty brat. He hugged my waist and pulled me in. Then, while I was still in shock, his hand slid down from my waist and squeezed my ass hard.”
Fuck! Being pushed and touched at the same time. My lower body was hard and hot.
Mom stroked her hair, a provocative gesture. “You men think you’re smart. It’s just that women don’t want to talk.” She looked at me seriously. “Huy, can these things really help you?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I was almost hard just now.”
Mom pondered. “Do you know that if you continue, I will be at fault with Dad?”
“I know. But I have no other choice.”
“The mothers in those stories… they were so lewd. Do you want your mother to become like that too?”
“It’s said in the novel. Middle-aged women are repressed, young men are yearning, and the main character is satisfied. Isn’t it a win-win situation?” I ignored Dad’s existence. “Moreover, Mom is so attractive, having her ass pushed and touched by a strong man, does she really not feel any pleasure?”
“This brat!” Mother scolded lovingly.
I didn’t give her a chance to object. “Society is open now, Mom. Extramarital affairs are rife. A beautiful woman like you must have many men who desire you. Don’t you ever feel lonely? Besides, this is helping me heal. Just consider it a treatment plan. I know you love me the most!” I whined.
Mom was silent for a long moment, then nodded slightly. “If… it really works… then I will agree.”
It worked. I know women love to hypnotize themselves. My “illness” was the perfect excuse for her to cross the line of ethics.
“Of course it works!” I continued to press on. “Just follow Dr. Huo’s instructions, step by step, and you will definitely succeed!”
Mom sat up straight, unconsciously puffing out her chest. A naturally seductive gesture. “Let me tell you this first, it’s just a game. I won’t actually do anything wrong to your dad. This is our secret.”
I chuckled. Mom was too confident. Dad had been gone for half a year, how could a woman in her prime like Mom fight off the hungry wolves outside?
“Of course. It’s just a game, Mom.”
“Okay… then tell me, what should I do?” She looked at me, her eyes big and clear. A lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
“First of all… I think you should dress sexier.”
“What, am I old-fashioned?”
“No, I mean a little more revealing. Shorter skirts, lower necklines. Fishnet stockings, garters… You have such a beautiful body, why hide it?”
Mom blushed and threw a pillow at me. “I know, you pervert. But don’t let it affect your studies! Or else the game will be over!”
She stood up, her round ass squirming as she walked back to her room. I watched her back and suddenly understood. A beautiful woman like her was born to be desired by men. She was born to be made love to.
A demon inside me is awakening. Mom, is this just a “game”? Just wait and see. I will slowly tear off your moral mask, revealing the lustful nature inside. And sooner or later, I will be the real owner of that bed.