But after last night’s events, he was tired of pretending.
He figured after getting so badly injured for her sake, if he couldn’t even look, what was the point of his whole scheme?
Kevin’s heart burned with desire.
Suppressing his excitement, he continued: “Actually, these minor injuries are nothing.
You don’t need to trouble yourself like this just visiting occasionally would be enough.” Mom walked to the bedside and placed the fruit basket she’d brought on the nightstand.
With this movement, her pencil skirt rode up slightly, revealing the flesh creased by the stocking tops at her upper thighs.
The pale skin contrasted beautifully with the nude stockings, radiating temptation.
She said gently: “What silly talk.
You got hurt because of me of course I’ll keep my word and take care of you.” Her voice was gentle as water, tinged with concern, making Kevin’s heart race even more.
“I’m willing to do anything for you, Auntie,” Kevin said, his burning gaze fixed on Mom, his tone carrying ambiguous undertones.
He recalled last night’s performance the tattooed man’s crude words about Mom, himself charging forward regardless of consequences.
Though he’d taken a beating, gaining Mom’s care made it all worthwhile.
Especially now, with Mom standing right before him, radiating the intoxicating aura of a beautiful married woman, he wanted nothing more than to pin her down and ravage her thoroughly.
Mom seemed unaware of the strange look in Kevin’s eyes.
She picked up an apple and began peeling it, her focused expression making her even more captivating.
Her apple-peeling motions were elegant, her slender fingers deftly rotating the fruit.
Kevin’s gaze inevitably fell on Mom’s stocking-clad legs.
Beneath the thin nylon, her leg lines were smooth and supple, full of elasticity.
He imagined how tender the skin beneath those stockings must be, longing to reach out and caress it.
His throat grew dry as powerful desire surged through his body.
“Auntie, you’re so wonderful,” Kevin said with glazed eyes.
“Silly boy~” Mom smiled tenderly, then bent forward to hand him the peeled apple.
This simple motion drew Kevin’s gaze once again to her full breasts.
The open-necked knit sweater, soft and smooth, shifted with her body’s tilt, causing the chest fabric to slip and reveal the edge of her lace bra and a glimpse of spilling white flesh.
The deep cleavage appeared intermittently, as if inviting exploration.
She brought the apple to Kevin’s lips, her fingertips accidentally brushing his mouth.
That delicate, smooth sensation made his heart skip.
Mom’s fingers were long and pale, nails painted with subtle pink polish that gleamed under the lights, radiating feminine softness.
“Eat slowly,” Mom said softly, her gentle tone and fragrant breath entering Kevin’s nostrils, making him restless with desire.
Kevin bit into the apple but couldn’t take his eyes off Mom the black pencil skirt, her exaggerated S-curve, the hem ending just above her knees to reveal her stocking-clad legs.
Especially when she stood, that soft flesh crease where the stocking top pressed into her upper thigh was incredibly enticing.
Mom seemed completely unaware of the charm radiating from her every gesture.
She walked to the window and drew back the curtains, letting sunlight pour in and illuminate her well-maintained, exquisitely beautiful face.
Her skin was fair and smooth, almost without a wrinkle.
Time hadn’t just left no trace on her face it had added several degrees of alluring charm.
As she turned around, sunlight shone through her cream sweater, faintly outlining her undergarments.
Her full breasts and round hip curves appeared incredibly tempting in the light.
She came to the bedside and picked up Kevin’s medical chart, studying it carefully.
When she leaned forward slightly, her neckline opened more, revealing additional expanses of snowy skin and deep cleavage.
Those two full mounds seemed ready to burst free at any moment.
Kevin’s breathing became labored.
He wanted nothing more than to pounce immediately, tear off her clothes, roughly knead those full breasts, suck on those seductive stocking-clad legs, then thrust hard into her tender pink pussy.
After reading the chart, Mom picked up the water cup from the table to pour Kevin some water.
She lifted the kettle, hot water streaming out with a rushing sound.
She focused intently on the cup, not noticing Kevin’s desire-filled gaze brazenly roaming her body from her full chest to her slender waist to her stocking-wrapped round ass.
Every part held fatal attraction, especially her round silk-stockinged bottom that swayed slightly with her movements, creating rippling waves in the air.
Mom handed the water cup to Kevin, her fingertips accidentally touching his hand.
The burning temperature made her pause slightly.
She looked up with concern: “Are you uncomfortable somewhere?
Why is your hand so hot?” “It’s… it’s nothing, Auntie.
I just feel… a bit warm,” Kevin stammered, looking at Mom.
Mom frowned slightly but didn’t think much of it.
She turned and walked to the foot of the bed, preparing to tidy the blanket.
She bent down, her full, smooth bottom twisting under the tight pencil skirt, that round, plump shape like a ripe peach that made one want to reach out and squeeze it.
Just as Mom bent to arrange the blanket, her peripheral vision suddenly caught something unusual.
What should have been a flat blanket surface now had a prominent tent-like protrusion, very obvious in shape, like a hard stick poking up from underneath.
Mom paused, blinking in confusion.
Following the outline of that bulge, it pointed directly toward Kevin’s lower body.
Her face showed puzzlement she didn’t think in that direction at all, simply assuming the blanket wasn’t spread properly or something was creating a lump underneath.
She straightened up, walked to the other side of the bed, and reached out to smooth the blanket.
“Is the blanket not arranged properly?” she said while pulling the blanket down, trying to flatten that protruding area.
This motion inadvertently pulled the blanket down somewhat, exposing Kevin’s waist area.
Though only for an instant, Mom still saw the bulging mass under the blanket, its shape now even clearer like a thick stick standing rigidly there.
Mom’s pretty face instantly flushed red as fire, reddening all the way to her ears.
Her fair neck also took on an alluring pink tint.
Only now did she suddenly realize this wasn’t a blanket problem at all it was Kevin’s thick member standing hard as an iron rod beneath the covers!
Mom tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath and attempting to act as if nothing had happened.
“Um… Kevin, you rest well.
I… I’ll step out for a moment.” Mom’s voice trembled unnaturally.
After saying this, she hurriedly turned around, her steps somewhat rushed and even stumbling.
Her silk-stockinged feet in high heels clicked rapidly on the floor “click-click-click.”