Chapter 345: Grace's Erotic Dream
Hugh finished his homework diligently, had his mother check it, and then went to bed under Grace's urging. Grace sat on the living room sofa, watching TV shows while waiting for her husband to come home.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the door creaked open, and a tired-looking, short man entered. It was none other than Grace's husband, Byron, who ran a small shop selling bean products. He worked long hours, leaving Grace to manage everything at home.
"Byron, you're back?" Grace, who was almost falling asleep, got up from the sofa upon hearing the noise and approached Byron. Grace was tall and towered over her husband by more than a head, making them look like mother and son.
"Yeah, I'm back. Business wasn't great at the shop today."
Byron nodded awkwardly. He was a quiet and honest man, and many thought he didn't match Grace's outstanding looks. Some even joked that they were like characters from a novel, not knowing who would be the wealthy man.
"It's okay. I'm thinking of opening a clothing store."
Grace smiled brightly and shared her plan to open a store with Bethany with Byron. "If the clothing store does well, you won't have to work so hard. You can just close your shop, cook at home, help Hugh with his homework. You say you're tired, but even after a month of hard work, you still don't earn as much as I do working at school. Maybe running a business isn't your thing."
Upon hearing his wife's undisguised contempt, Byron blushed and looked embarrassed. He meekly said, "There are too many tofu sellers now, and our shop's location is quite remote. I can't do much about it."
"Alright, just go wash up and get some rest."
Grace impatiently stretched, her mind already focused on starting a business with Bethany. She was even considering taking some time off from school once the clothing store opened, anticipating the busy days ahead.
After a quick wash, Byron headed to the bedroom. Exhausted from the day's work, he fell asleep within minutes of lying down. When Grace entered the bedroom and saw her husband snoring loudly, she furrowed her brow. She lifted her long, sturdy thigh, nudged her husband's body to the side, and then lay down on the other side, closing her eyes, lost in thought.
Grace was a proud woman who felt marrying Byron was a fluke. Despite being married for over a decade and having a son, the feelings between Grace and her husband remained lukewarm. Byron was not one to express himself, rarely speaking even at home. Whenever Grace enthusiastically talked about school matters, Byron simply listened in silence, offering no response.
Their intimate life was as bland as tofu, lacking any excitement. Every time Grace dressed up in sexy lingerie, Byron paid no attention, simply stripping her clothes off and engaging in a mechanical act devoid of passion.
Moreover, Byron's manhood was short and small, much like tofu, providing Grace with no pleasure during their years together. She had never experienced an orgasm with her husband, just going through the motions before he turned over and fell asleep, leaving Grace to suffer alone.
Grace suddenly remembered being in Bethany's bathroom, embraced by Bethany's son, feeling his manhood against her flesh. The thought ignited a fire within her, as Bethany's son was tall and well-built, with an impressive length to his manhood. The memory left Grace feeling hot and bothered, reminiscing about the skilled way Kevin, unlike her son, played with her breasts, clearly not his first time.
If only Byron's member was half the size of Kevin's, Grace would be satisfied. She sighed, her slender and voluptuous thighs tightly pressed together as she slowly teased herself, feeling a trickle of liquid seeping through her crevice. With her mouth agape, she moaned silently.
This frustrated woman, yearning for satisfaction, pleasured herself in the background of her husband's snores, eventually climaxing with a rush of warmth. Grace bit her lip, her body convulsing as she savored the tidal wave of pleasure, finally calming down after a few minutes.
Quietly, she got up and headed to the bathroom, shedding her nightgown and rinsing her still heated body with cold water. Secretly blaming Kevin for reminding her that she was still a woman in need of a man's touch.
After the shower, Grace stood in front of the mirror with a towel, drying off the water droplets on her tall, fair-skinned body, lamenting the slow decline of her once beautiful physique.
"Mom, you're still awake?"
Hugh suddenly appeared at the door, looking surprised at his mother's naked body. The sight of her snowy white breasts and long, shapely thighs made his eyes ache. He felt his blood rushing south uncontrollably, his sensitive manhood shamefully erect.
"Why are you here?" Grace was startled, not expecting her son to suddenly appear at the bathroom door. She quickly grabbed a towel to cover her pristine and ample figure, sternly saying, "What are you doing here? Go to bed."
"I need to use the bathroom."
Hugh said somewhat dejectedly, but his eyes continued to wander indiscreetly over his mother's lustful body. Through the gap in the towel, he could even see the dark hair, a place that was once his home and now the place he most desired to return to.
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