Chapter 57
I woke up as the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long streaks of light across the floor. Last night, I had the deepest, most restful sleep I’d had in months. No nightmares, no panic attacks, no guilt. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was not the constant heaviness, but a lightness, a new energy coursing through my veins.
My father, after being “released” by the instinctive stake driving, seemed to have forgotten his illusions. He temporarily forgot about work, returned to being a happy log, all day just sitting in the sun and reading newspapers, watching iPad, and occasionally smiling foolishly at my mother. But I knew, the wild beast inside him was only temporarily dormant. The headache and those sick desires would soon return.
And then, I saw mom.
She was there, in the middle of the villa’s clear blue private pool. She wasn’t swimming, just soaking, leaning against the pool wall, her face up to catch the golden rays of the morning sun. Mom was wearing a red two-piece bikini, a bright red like blood, standing out against the blue water and her fair skin. The top was tiny, just enough to cover her nipples, but it made her breasts look even fuller and rounder. The bottom was also cut very high, revealing her curvaceous hips and part of her curvaceous butt. The water in the pool caressed her body, making her skin sparkle in the sunlight. She didn’t look worried or scared after yesterday’s events. On the contrary, she exuded a freshness, a terrifying vitality, like a poisonous flower that had just been watered with sin and was blooming at its most brilliant.
She saw me, and smiled. A big smile.
“Are you awake, son?”
I walked closer to the edge of the lake and sat down on a chair. “Mom… about yesterday…”
Mom put a finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet. “Yesterday was fun, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice light but her eyes sharp.
She didn’t give me a chance to say anything more. Just then, my dad ended the call. He turned around, saw mom in her red bikini, and his eyes lit up.
“Honey, you look gorgeous!” He walked over, bent down, and kissed her wet lips loudly. “Come on, get changed, and we’ll take a walk around the resort and see what’s interesting.”
Mom smiled at Dad, a good wife’s smile. She slowly climbed out of the pool. The water ran down her perfect body, skimming over her cleavage, over her slim waist, and down her toned thighs. Dad quickly grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around her, a possessive gesture.
A moment later, Mom walked out of the bedroom. She had changed from her bikini to a sheer, turquoise, strapless maxi dress. The dress looked modest, but it was made of a fabric so soft that it clung to Mom’s still-damp body, highlighting every curve. There was no bra. Her nipples were hard again, clearly visible through the fabric. With each step Mom took, her round ass swayed, creating subtle ripples on the fabric, it curved up, plump like a ripe peach, making any man want to reach out and squeeze it hard.
We strolled along the cobblestone path, winding between lush green lawns and colorful tropical flower gardens. The air was fresh, the scenery was like a painting. My father, with his arm around my mother’s shoulder, happily pointed and introduced the resort areas as if he owned the place. A happy family of three, perfect to the point of being fake.
Mom tied her hair up in a high bun, revealing her white nape and wore a pair of pearl earrings. She wore light makeup, only emphasizing her lips, a cherry red lipstick. She didn’t look like a mother of one, she looked like a movie star, a demon woman preparing to suck the souls of men.
“Let’s go, dad and son,” she said, her voice as sweet as honey, then took my dad’s arm and walked ahead.
We strolled along the cobblestone path, winding between lush green lawns and colorful tropical flower gardens. The air was fresh, the scenery was like a painting. My father, with his arm around my mother’s shoulder, happily pointed and introduced the resort areas as if he owned the place. A happy family of three, perfect to the point of being fake.
“Oh! Minh Cuong!”
My father’s voice suddenly rang out, full of surprise and joy. I looked ahead. A group of people were walking in the opposite direction. I immediately recognized the man in the lead, Mr. Minh Cuong, Minh Khoi’s father. He had also seen my father.
“Oh my God, Mr. Thang! The world is round! Why are you here too?”
Two successful middle-aged men rushed into each other’s arms, shaking hands and clapping shoulders. They were business partners and friends.
“I took my wife and son on a few days vacation after her stressful exams. How about you?” My father asked cheerfully.
“Me too, I also gave my wife and precious son a trip. Work is so hectic, we need to relax sometimes.”
At this moment, the women approached each other. Mrs. Hue Lan, Khoi’s mother, a woman with the kind, elegant appearance of a rich lady, smiled and greeted my mother.
“Hello My. Long time no see, you look younger and younger.”
“Hello, Lan,” my mother replied, her perfect smile. “You too. We have a connection, meeting each other on vacation.”
They chatted about their children, about their husbands’ jobs. And then, I saw him. Minh Khoi. Standing behind his parents, tall and handsome. But my eyes didn’t stop there. My heart skipped a beat. Standing next to Khoi, as big as a small mountain, was Ky Nam.
Why was he here? Khoi’s presence was bad enough, but Nam was there too. What was going on? I glanced at my mother. I saw a flash of surprise on her beautiful face, so fleeting that if it weren’t for me, no one would have noticed. Then it was gone, replaced by a calm smile.
“Ah, Khoi and Nam are coming too? Hello.” My mother spoke first, her voice like a teacher seeing her students.
“Hello, Mr. Thang, hello, Ms. My.” Khoi bowed politely. Nam also mumbled a similar greeting.
Their voices were docile, but their eyes were not. They were like two hungry wolves that had seen their prey for a long time. Khoi’s eyes slid from her face down to her mother’s cleavage hidden under her skirt, then stopped at her round buttocks. Nam’s eyes were more naked, as if he wanted to pierce through her thin skirt, looking straight at her pussy, the pussy he had once cruelly tortured. They were stripping my mother, right in front of my father, right in front of me.
I felt my blood boil.