Chapter 162 – Mom Under the Table 2
Karin froze for a few long seconds.
Her eyes were fixed on the sharp, distinct outline that stood out clearly through the fabric of Sohen’s shorts.
She blinked once, then again, as if her brain were only now finally processing the image before her.
A blush slowly but noticeably spread across her cheeks.
The air between them grew thick and awkwardly heavy.
- (Karin). "..."
- (Me). "..."
Then Karin snorted quietly, almost silently.
She slowly straightened up, still holding the ill-fated spoon in her hand, and with feigned seriousness — though her voice trembled slightly from suppressed laughter and she said:
- (Karin). "Well... at least I found the spoon, ha-ha..."
- (Me). "..."
Sohen just let out a heavy sigh and ran his hand over his face, trying to pull himself together somehow.
(How I sometimes hate my own lust...)
He leaned back slightly in his chair, shifting his legs in a futile attempt to make the tension less noticeable.
The fabric of his shorts still treacherously outlined everything.
(Damn it!...)
Karin sat back down in her chair a little faster than necessary.
She set her spoon on the table, smoothed out nonexistent creases in her shorts, and deliberately stared at the cup of fondant as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Nothing happened for a few seconds, but sounds were still coming from... her phone, which kept talking about sports nutrition.
- (Karin). "..."
- (Me). "..."
Then Karin cautiously glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.
The blonde deliberately kept her eyes above his waist, but the corners of her lips twitched slightly, betraying that she was still trying to hold back a smile.
The blush on her cheeks hadn’t gone anywhere.
- (Karin). "Sorry for... the awkwardness."
- (Me). "..."
Sohen just nodded, still not trusting his voice.
He picked up his glass of soda and took a few big gulps, trying to cool down at least a little.
His body was still reacting, and it was hard to ignore it.
(Damn hormones!...)
...
After that awkward pause, a heavy, almost physically palpable silence hung between them.
Karin turned back to her cup of fondue, but she was eating... completely differently now.
Her every movement had become slower and more deliberate.
She scooped up the thick, hot chocolate center, brought the spoon to her lips, and held it there for a second or two longer than necessary.
Sometimes she licked the chocolate off the spoon slowly, with the tip of her tongue, as if she’d completely forgotten that someone was watching her.
Their eyes met several times.
This time, Karin didn’t look away immediately.
She looked directly at Sohen, a little longer than was customary, and only then slowly lowered her gaze back to her dessert.
The atmosphere between them was gradually changing.
The awkwardness that had reigned at the table just a moment ago was slowly melting away, leaving behind a thick, hot tension.
(Phew... Phew... Phew... Damn it! It’s getting... hot.)
As Sohen looked at Karin, he noticed how she...
(Mom, you...)
During this tense moment, Karin shifted slightly in her chair a few times... first crossing her legs, then uncrossing them again, as if she couldn’t find a comfortable position.
Her every movement seemed to betray her inner agitation.
- (Me). "..."
Sohen remained silent.
(It seems words would be superfluous here, since I...)
He no longer tried to completely hide his body’s reaction; he simply watched her from beneath his eyelashes, and that calm, attentive gaze only intensified the tension.
Karin ran her tongue over her lower lip, gathering a tiny drop of chocolate, and said quietly, in an almost hushed voice:
- (Karin). "It turned out to be awkward after all... didn’t it?"
- (Me). "..."
Sohen merely nodded slowly in response, without saying a word.
That simple gesture turned out to be enough.
- (Karin). "Huh..."
Karin maintained eye contact with him for a few more seconds, then lowered her eyes again.
The fondant was almost gone.
She carefully scraped the last sweet bits from the sides of the cup, licking the chocolate off the spoon deliberately slowly, and only then placed the spoon on the very edge of the table — a little carelessly, almost on purpose.
The spoon wobbled on the edge a few times... and with a soft, tinkling sound, fell to the floor again, rolling under the table.
- (Karin). "..."
- (Me). "..."
Karin slowly looked up at Sohen.
A barely noticeable, no longer innocent smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
- (Karin). "I think... it fell again."
Her voice came out lower than usual.
She didn’t wait for him to offer his help and slowly slid down from the chair.
First, her bare feet touched the cool tiles.
Then she dropped to her knees.
Her movements were deliberately unhurried, almost ostentatious.
Karin stretched her arms forward and deliberately, without any hurry, got down on all fours.
(Shit! Not again!...)
Her back arched deeply once more.
Her hips rose again.
Her knees spread wider once more.
The light pink, form-fitting shorts once again clung tightly to her buttocks, accentuating every curve.
The thin black thong straps were immediately visible on both sides — they cut into her soft skin and stood in sharp contrast to the light-colored fabric.
In this position, her butt was right in front of him... close and completely exposed to his gaze.
(Oh, merciful God...)
She reached one hand under the table, as if looking for a spoon, but she did it so slowly and carelessly that it became obvious... the search had long since ceased to be the main point.
Her fingers slid across the floor.
Karin deliberately lingered in that position.
- (Karin). "..."
Karin glanced briefly over her shoulder.
Sohen couldn’t help but realize that his adoptive mother was checking to see if he was watching.
Seeing that he was... the blonde remained in that exact position even longer.
- (Karin). "Hehe..."
After a minute that felt like an eternity for Sohen, the hot, mature mommy began to turn around.
The movement was erotic and controlled.
Karin first shifted one arm, then the other, smoothly shifting her torso.
Her hips slowly followed suit.
She did this without rushing, maintaining the arch in her back and the raised position of her pelvis for as long as possible.
With every movement, the fabric of her shorts shifted, accentuating her curves even more.
Her black thong would appear, then partially disappear again, but remained clearly visible.
(Mom... Mom... If you keep doing this... Damn!...)
When she completed her 180-degree turn, she found herself facing him.
Now she was on all fours between his legs, looking straight ahead.
Without saying a word, Karin reached under the table, as if continuing to search for a spoon, and began to slowly inch closer.
Every movement was short and deliberate.
She shifted her palms, pulled her knees up, and slid her hips forward.
With each step, the distance between her face and his groin grew shorter.
- (Karin). "Hehe..."
- (Me). "..."
Finally, she stopped very close.
Her face was almost pressed against the taut fabric of his shorts.
Karin slowly looked up from below and froze, staring directly at the distinct, firm outline.
She was no longer looking for a spoon.
She just remained in that position... very close, with her back arched, on her knees between his legs, staring silently.
- (Karin). "Haaah... Haah..."
- (Me). "Mom..."
The situation was on the verge of a potential "disaster."
(Oh no...)
They both knew they weren’t alone in the house.
Phoebe and Runo could come back at any moment and catch them in this position.
Logic was screaming in her ears that this was dangerous, that it was madness, and that she had to stop, but...
- (Karin). "Master..."
Sohen’s foster mother crept closer.
Slowly.
Almost reverently.
Her face found itself right between her son’s spread legs.
The warm fabric of his shorts brushed against her cheek.
- (Karin). "Haaah..."
Karin held her breath, then slowly, trembling, pressed her soft lips against the spot where, beneath the fabric, his... penis was throbbing.
She just touched it.
Barely, but it was enough to... cause yet another disaster.
- (Karin). "The Master’s scent♡..."
- (Me). "..."
(Just a little more and Karin... This is madness! I can’t control myself either...)
Only a fraction of a second remained before Mother and Son committed yet another "sinful" act, surely in the most sacred place in the house... the kitchen.