Chapter 8 – Rise
The deal was sealed. And our game began. The most obvious change, was Mom’s wardrobe.
Gone were the discreet, elegant office clothes. Instead, there was a riot of flesh. White shirts were replaced by low-cut blouses, sometimes just a loosely draped piece of fabric. Mom no longer buttoned the top buttons, revealing her deep cleavage, a silent invitation. Midi skirts that fell past the knee were replaced by super short tight skirts, just enough to cover her round buttocks. Her long legs were no longer confined to boring skin tones, but adorned with all kinds of lace stockings, fishnet stockings, and suspenders. Every step on high heels was a dance of seduction.
Mom began to apply more makeup and perfume. Her fair skin and hourglass figure were all deliberately displayed. Mom was like a ripe fruit, full of life, exuding a fragrance that invited bees and butterflies to come and collect nectar.
The whole school noticed the change. The whispers, the hungry eyes. The boys in Mom’s English class were like being injected with stimulants. Every class, they used their eyes to strip Mom naked dozens of times. And Mom, Mom enjoyed it. I saw in her eyes an undisguised satisfaction. She was like a queen, walking leisurely among the hungry beasts, giving out seductive smiles and glances. She turned the classroom into her own stage, and the lewd eyes of the men were applause.
The naughty students, especially Minh Khoi, of course could not sit still. They found every excuse to get close, to accidentally touch their mother. A touch on the hand, a brush across the buttocks. Mother pretended not to know, but I knew, she knew everything. She was like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying her power.
Every night, after dinner, it was our “reporting time”. Mom would happily tell us who had peeked at her today, who had “eaten tofu”. She told it with the excitement of a child who had just discovered a new game. Mom’s face became more and more rosy and radiant. I guessed that the rumors on the internet were true. Men’s semen had a beautifying effect. Perhaps swallowing Minh Khoi’s semen every day had made her accustomed to its smell, even sympathetic towards it.
That morning, Mom picked out a dark blue dress. The neckline was high, but the shoulders were made of sheer lace, revealing her white shoulders and partially concealing her breasts. The dress hugged her waist and round buttocks tightly, reaching mid-thigh. Her legs were wrapped in thin black stockings with mysterious patterns, finished with blue high heels. A deadly beauty.
On the way to class, all eyes were on her mother. She was like a magnet attracting the desires of all the men around her.
My class was on the second floor, my mother’s office was on the third. Right at the turn of the stairs, we met Minh Khoi. His eyes almost popped out when he saw his mother. “Good morning, Miss My!” His voice was full of flattery and longing.
Mom smiled, a sweet smile, then turned and walked upstairs. As she passed, I saw Khoi take a deep breath, greedily inhaling her scent. The scent of perfume, mixed with the scent of a woman’s skin, a primal scent that could awaken any man’s instincts.
His eyes were glued to his mother’s back. She walked up the stairs, her round buttocks accentuated by her tight dress, swaying with each step. A dance of seduction.
From its perspective, at the bottom of the stairs, a forbidden world was slowly opening up. The skirt was too short. When mother walked up, it could see the “spring light” inside. Today, mother was wearing a black thong. The small piece of lace fabric could not completely cover her white, round buttocks. The two soft masses of flesh shook with each step, revealing the deep buttocks crack and the shape of the vagina wrapped in a thin layer of fabric. A mysterious flower waiting to be discovered.
Khoi stood there, frozen, eyes unblinking, drooling. He watched his mother until she disappeared on the third floor. Damn it! Her dress was like a naked invitation.