Chapter 44
On the morning of our meeting with Khoa, we chose a quiet corner in a luxurious cafe. Soft jazz music, the smell of roasted coffee and pastries wafted in the air. An elegant setting, but an ironic contrast to the tense battle of wits that was about to unfold.
I sat at a table in the corner, far enough away to be unnoticed but close enough to see everything. I put on my sunglasses and pretended to read, but in reality, my laptop screen was on, showing a live feed from a hidden camera in my mother’s bag. My wireless headphones were connected, so I could hear everything clearly.
I was nervous, my heart was beating fast. I knew Anh Khoa was a cunning fox, much more dangerous than Khoi or Nam.
My mother appeared. She was wearing a jade green silk dress. The fabric was soft and flowing, hugging every curve of her body. The dress was not revealing, but under the yellow light of the shop, I could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra. Every time she moved, her nipples rubbed against the silk fabric, clearly visible. She had delicate makeup, emphasizing her plum-red lips. She looked completely relaxed and confident, as if she were meeting an old friend.
Mr. Khoa was waiting. He was still wearing his designer shirt and trousers, but the collar was a little wrinkled. He sat there with a cocky, nervous air, thinking he had the upper hand.
My mother sat down and ordered a cup of chamomile tea.
“Long time no see, Miss My is getting more and more attractive,” Anh Khoa curled his lips, his tone full of hidden meaning. “She must be watered regularly.”
My mother smiled, a polite but unflinching smile. “Thank you. Did you ask me out here just to compliment me?”
Khoa sneered. He took out his phone, put it on the table, and turned the screen to face my mother. “I still look back at our beautiful ‘memories’ from time to time. They’re so clear.”
He was talking about the video he secretly filmed of us.
“That bastard. He’s going to do something,” I cursed under my breath. My heart clenched. I waited for her reaction. I thought she would panic, beg.
But no.
My mother’s expression did not change. She took a sip of tea, put the cup down gently. Then she laughed, a clear, soft laugh.
“Oh, that video?” she said, her tone casual, as if she were discussing the weather. “I agree. I’m curious to see it again. I have to admit, you did a good job that day.”
Khoa was stunned. The smile on his face froze. The scenario he had prepared in his head completely collapsed. He expected fear, begging, not a word of… praise?
“You… aren’t you scared?” he stammered.
My mother leaned forward a little, lowered her voice, but still maintained a friendly tone: “What are you afraid of? That’s our ‘game’, right?” She looked straight into his eyes, her gaze not shy at all. “I admit that you really made me happy that day. Especially the part… you did it on the bus… and also when you forced yourself on me in the conference room. You… are very technical.”
“What the hell?” I almost dropped my headphones. What was my mom doing? Was she… praising him? Praising him for making her feel good? Praising him for being good?
Mr. Khoa was completely passive. He stammered: “You… of course you’re good. But… if this gets out… your honor…”
My mother shook her head, her expression showing genuine regret. “If it got out… it would be terrible.”
“Bored?” Mr. Khoa was surprised.
“Yeah. It’s boring,” my mother insisted. “If it gets out, the ‘game’ is over. Your husband knows, the school knows, your parents know. It won’t be fun anymore.”
She paused for a second, then continued, her tone like a close friend sharing a secret: “I won’t be able to ‘tutor’ Khoi anymore. I won’t be able to ‘practice’ gymnastics with Nam. And of course…”
She glanced at him, a look that was both naked and inviting: “…I can’t ‘review’ with you anymore either.”
She smiled: “Do you want the game to end, Khoa? Do you want to lose a wonderful teacher who is willing to play her best with you like me?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I almost burst out laughing in the middle of the cafe.
My mother. She really couldn’t believe it. She didn’t need to threaten, she didn’t need to use power. She just needed to use her own lust, her own nakedness. She turned the tables by agreeing to all the accusations, and made his threats meaningless.
Khoa was stunned. He looked at my mother as if she were a strange creature. He used the video to threaten her, to force her to have sex. But she had just invited him to have sex (in the future), on the condition that he would keep the video for himself. She had turned him from a blackmailer into an accomplice, a teammate, protecting a common secret.
His only weapon was disabled.
“You… you really are…” He was speechless.
My mother smiled, her smile now gentle again. “How are you? Now, put the phone away. Let’s talk as… friends. What would you like to drink?”
Mr. Khoa, like a lost soul, slowly took out his phone and put it in his pocket. The arrogance disappeared, replaced by respect, and a desire even greater than before.
The game was turned over. And my mother, without a single piece, was the absolute winner.
The atmosphere in the cafe seemed to have taken a complete turn. The jazz music was still playing, but the tension of the battle of wits had dissipated. Now, there was only a heavy silence between the victors and the vanquished.
Khoa sat there, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He was completely passive, completely disoriented. His only weapon, the one he thought would give him complete control, suddenly became a joke.
My mother, on the other hand, was completely relaxed. She took another sip of her chamomile tea, the warmth spreading gently. She broke the silence, her tone still light and airy, as if talking to a stubborn student who had just been caught in a mistake.
“What, nervous?” She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’re ‘friends’, right? Friends are supposed to trust each other.”
“Friend?” I nearly choked on my saliva when I heard that through the headphones. My mother was a genius at reality warping. She had just turned a blackmailer into a “friend” in five minutes.
“You… you…” Mr. Khoa stuttered, he didn’t know how to address her or how to react.
“Come on,” my mother leaned forward. Her emerald green silk dress fell down, revealing more of her deep cleavage and the curve of her braless breasts. She spoke in a secretive tone. “Now then. Consider it my way today. You, right now,” she insisted, “delete that video. Delete it completely.”
Mr. Khoa nodded repeatedly.
“In return…”
She paused, deliberately prolonging the wait. I saw Anh Khoa swallow. He was holding his breath, waiting for the verdict, or for salvation.
“…in return, you will act as if nothing happened.” She smiled. “And…”
She glanced at him, an appraising look from head to toe, then stopped at his crotch. “If you behave… then occasionally, I will do you a little ‘favor’.”
She winked. “Do you understand what ‘favor’ means?”
I watched Anh Khoa’s face through the laptop screen. It was a masterpiece of emotional transition. From utter fear, to astonishment, then disbelief, and finally a sick excitement, an unconcealable joy.
“Oh my god…” I thought to myself. “…he just escaped hell, and was promised heaven.” He thought he came here to blackmail, but ended up begging for “favors”.
“Are… are you serious?” Anh Khoa’s voice trembled, almost pleading.
“Have I ever made fun of you?” my mother replied, her tone still cheerful and calm.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Anh Khoa frantically pulled out his phone. I saw his fingers trembling as he tapped on the screen. He found the video file and pressed delete.
“The trash can too,” my mother reminded softly, like a teacher reminding her students to do their homework cleanly.
“Yes… yes… here…” He hurriedly went to the deleted folder and selected “permanently delete”.
When he was done, he held out the phone for my mother to check, his hands shaking like someone who had just offered up a sacrifice. “It’s over… it’s over… it’s really over…”
My mother didn’t even bother to pick up the phone. She just glanced at the screen, then nodded in satisfaction. “Good. You’re a good boy.” She knew, at this point, he didn’t dare to play tricks. He understood that keeping the video would only bring trouble, while deleting it would open up a chance for a “reward”.
My mother stood up gracefully. Her emerald green silk dress gently slid over her skin, undulating her deadly curves. She stretched her shoulders lazily, an involuntary movement that caused the thin silk to stretch, hugging her round buttocks and uncovered breasts.
“Oh, I’m tired from sitting for so long,” Mom said absentmindedly, her voice airy. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
She turned around. But just before she left, Mom stopped, glanced at Anh Khoa, then slowly… licked her lips.
It was an almost invisible action. A light brush of a wet tongue against plum-red lips. The signal couldn’t be clearer.
Then mother walked away.
And it was the way she walked that was truly murderous. She knew he was watching. She knew I was watching. She walked gracefully, lightly, but her round, silken bottom swayed with each step. It wasn’t a deliberate provocation, but an instinctive confidence, the natural sway of a woman who knew the power of her body.
I saw Anh Khoa sit there, frozen for about three seconds. He stared at that ass that was swaying away. His brain was probably trying to process the information.
Then, as if hypnotized, he stood up abruptly. He threw a handful of money on the table without counting it, and silently followed my mother’s back.
“Where is my mom going? To the bathroom?” I swallowed. “Wait… That guy is coming too. Damn it, is he… right here?”
I quickly checked the connection of the camera in my mother’s bag. The signal was still good.
The familiar jealousy rose again, but this time, it was suppressed by a sick curiosity and a trembling excitement. I was about to witness a live “favor”. My mother, with her cleverness and lust, had officially won over another “believer”.
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My laptop screen vibrated as my mother placed my bag on the marble counter. The camera stabilized. Through the lens, I saw my reflection in the large, spotless mirror of the luxurious single-bathroom. Warm yellow light, clean air, and a light scent of jasmine. The perfect setting for a secret rendezvous.
My mother appeared in the reflection. She stood leisurely in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. She was smiling to herself, a truly happy and satisfied smile.
Then, a soft click sounded in my earpiece. The bathroom door was locked.
Mr. Khoa sneaked in. He was breathing heavily, his face flushed with excitement and desire. He couldn’t believe his luck.
My mother saw him in the mirror. She didn’t flinch, just laughed, a clear, giggle. “You’re brave. You really dare to follow me in?”
“You… you… invited me,” Anh Khoa stammered, moving closer.
“When did you ask me?” My mother turned around, leaning against the stone platform, facing him. Her thin jade green silk dress clung tightly to her body. “I just said I was going to the bathroom.”
“Your licking of the lips… is asking me out,” Anh Khoa regained some confidence.
“Really?” My mother smiled. “Smart.” She reached up and slowly removed the hairpin. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. The sight, even on screen, took my breath away. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
She didn’t take off her dress. She simply moved to sit on the marble counter next to the sink, right next to her handbag. The camera now zoomed in. She crossed one leg, causing her emerald green silk dress to ride up, exposing one long, white thigh.
The thin silk fabric clung to her skin. I could clearly see the outline of her tiny black lace panties underneath. The warm yellow light shone on her, highlighting her fair skin and inviting triangle.
“Come here,” my mother said, her voice hoarse, not a command, but an invitation. “A reward for being a good playmate.”
“You play?” I gritted my teeth. My mother was treating all of us as her toys.
Like a moth to a flame, Khoa rushed forward. He knelt down between his mother’s legs, right on the marble floor. He hurriedly unzipped his pants, intending to pull out his “beast” himself.
“Hey,” my mother held out her hand, stopping him. “No rush. Let me see.”
She bent down. I saw clearly through the camera. She used her two slender hands to pull out his “beast”. It was huge, purple and veiny.
She studied it for a moment, like an expert appraising it. Then she looked up at him and winked. “Not bad.”
Khoa moaned as my mother’s hand began to caress him. And then, she began.
Not like coercion, not like gentleness. This time it was proactive, passionate. My mother was like a child with a favorite toy.
She bowed her head, her black hair falling down, partially covering her face, but I could still see it clearly. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
The wet “chut” sound rang out clearly through my earphone.
Mom’s tongue licked around. Then she began to suck. She sucked expertly and provocatively. She used both hands to caress and massage.
“Ah… Miss My… oh… my god…” Mr. Khoa gasped, his two hands gripping the stone pedestal, right next to the handbag.
My mother worked passionately. The wet “slurp” sound echoed in the closed space. Anh Khoa’s panting, and the moaning in my mother’s throat. She was enjoying it.
“Oh my god… look at how my mom is doing it… So professional… My mom is really enjoying this. My bitch… my bitch…” I hated it and felt sickly proud at the same time. My hand had started moving in my pants. I couldn’t hold it in. I was watching my mom suck another man’s cock in the cafe toilet, and she was enjoying it.
Mr. Khoa could not hold out long under that skillful technique.
“I… I come… come out… miss…!” He roared.
My mother even increased her speed, sucking harder and deeper, as if wanting to drain him dry.
He jerked, shot all, shot straight into my mother’s mouth.
I saw her tilt her head back. Her throat moved. She swallowed. Not a drop was left.
She looked up, a bit of white semen still lingering at the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, casually, as if she had just finished eating a delicious ice cream.
“Delicious,” Mom said flatly, her voice still a little hoarse.
Anh Khoa was still kneeling on the floor, panting, ecstatic.
My mother stood up, calmly adjusting her silk dress. She turned to look at him, patting his cheek. “Remember this. This is a ‘favor’. You can only have it when I’m happy.”
She grabbed her bag, opened the door, and walked out of the toilet, leaving Anh Khoa still kneeling on the floor, ecstatic.
I turned off the laptop screen and put my head down on the table. He was completely conquered, both physically and mentally. He had become a new loyal “playmate”. As for me, I once again witnessed my mother’s power. The feeling of jealousy and possessiveness became stronger than ever. My mother was mine, but she liked to share her joy with everyone.