The following morning, I woke up, completed my usual routine, and began to prepare for my next mission: rescuing the world's first heroine, Emily Frost.
As I made my way downstairs, strategizing my approach to the unfolding situation with Emily, I entered the hall and spotted my mother busily preparing breakfast.
With Riya having moved out to stay in the academy dorms, it was just my mom and me at home. We were both embracing this new dynamic, gradually transitioning our relationship from the typical mother-son bond to something more complicated and, admittedly, a bit awkward for her. It wasn't that I had crossed any lines, but things definitely felt different now.
"Good morning, Mom," I said as I took a seat at the table.
"Good morning, Ray," she replied, her voice tinged with an unmistakable unease. It had been two days since that fateful night, and the lingering embarrassment was still evident in her demeanor.
'Sure, it was my doing, but she has no idea,' I mused, reminiscing about that fateful night.
**Two days later...**
After wrapping up my cultivation practice, I was just in time to shower before dinner. I headed straight to my room, freshened up, and made my way to the dining table.
It has been nearly two months since I began shifting my relationship with my mom—more specifically, my efforts to have her see me as a man rather than just her son.
In that time, I've made a series of small yet significant gestures, like lending a hand in the kitchen and even having some accidental brushes that stirred a hint of intimacy. Though subtle, my sweet mother began to subtly transform over these weeks. Even the way she gazed at me seemed different.
When I finally sat down at the dinner table, I noticed Alena bustling around in the kitchen. Without hesitation, I approached her spot and lifted her bowl. With a sly grin, I retrieved a small bottle filled with a special powder—an aphrodisiac, to be exact. I carefully dusted the powder into her bowl before placing it back, anticipation bubbling inside me.
'Well, I'm not going to do anything while she's in this drugged state, so it's all good, right?' I pondered to myself. My only goal was to hasten the connection between us.
Once that was settled, I returned to my seat and offered her a simple greeting. "Good evening, Mom."
"Good evening, Ray," she replied warmly. After a short while, she emerged from her thoughts, starting to arrange food on the table.
Our conversation was minimal as she began serving dinner, and soon enough, we were both eating. Before long, I noticed a telltale blush creeping onto my mother's cheeks—a clear indication that the aphrodisiac was kicking in.
This particular aphrodisiac is both effective and subtle, evoking just a hint of desire without overwhelming her senses.
After all, Alena has been single for many years, and in this erotic realm, that gentle stimulation was just what I needed to achieve my aim.
"Mom, are you okay? Your face looks flushed. Do you have a fever?" I inquired, feigning concern while my mind raced with a different set of thoughts.
'Wow, she's incredibly attractive.'
"No, I don't have a fever, it's just that the food is a bit spicy," she replied, shifting slightly in her chair as she spoke.
"Honestly, I don't think it's that spicy. Are you really okay, Mom?" I asked again, standing up and gently placing my hand on her cheeks, which flushed even more—perhaps a reaction to the aphrodisiac. She shivered just a bit at my touch and met my gaze.
"Ray, I'm fine. Don't worry about me; just finish your meal. You need to rest after such a long day of practice," she reassured me. Not wanting to push further, I returned to my seat and resumed eating.
"Mom, I'm going to head back to my room. You really should take care of yourself." I said as I stood up from the table.
"Okay, I'll rest now. You take care, too." she replied, though I couldn't help but notice her slightly labored breathing.
Once I was back in my room, all that was left was to wait for the right moment.
"Oh, but wow, that aphrodisiac! Isn't it just a bit over the top?" I mused to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. Just a minuscule dose of that mildest quality could produce such astonishing effects on someone. It truly was like stepping into an entirely different world—an erotic realm filled with passion and temptation that I could hardly fathom. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I dared to experiment with a stronger version. But no, enough of those thoughts; I resolutely pushed them aside, telling myself: "I will not use it on her."
After what felt like an eternity of contemplation, I finally mustered the courage to leave the confines of my room, making my way down the familiar hall toward my mother's room. Each step was laden with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, my mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Alena lay on her bed, her mind adrift in a sea of swirling thoughts and turbulent emotions. It was a complex web she found herself tangled in, particularly concerning her feelings for her son, Ray. Over the past two months, it was impossible to ignore how their relationship had shifted. Ray was no longer just her son; he had started to draw closer to her in a way that ignited unfamiliar sensations—like the spark of desire that one might feel for a partner.
As Alena continued to reflect on Ray and their evolving bond, she found herself lost in her own musings. She was oblivious to the subtle way her hands had begun to explore her body, drifting like wayward clouds across lush landscapes. It was only when her fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples that she suddenly froze, a rush of realization surging through her.
"Damn it, he is my son. What in the world am I thinking?" she exclaimed softly, her heart racing and cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and fear. "No, I can't let myself lose control over this." The weight of her thoughts bore down on her, and she spoke into the silence of the room, her voice a mere whisper, cautious as if the very walls might overhear her inner turmoil.
She remained in that position for what felt like an eternity, her thoughts swirling around like leaves caught in a tempest, as she desperately tried to purge her mind of any lustful notions. However, despite her valiant efforts to regain control and suppress her carnal desires, the potent allure of her overwhelming need to indulge began to eclipse her rational thinking.
It had been a considerable amount of time since her husband's untimely passing, a loss that had sent her world spiraling into a chasm of solitude and grief. During this long stretch of mourning, she had chosen to dedicate herself entirely to her work and the upbringing of her children, giving little thought to her own needs and desires. The years had been heavy with responsibility, and she had effectively buried any thoughts of physical intimacy beneath layers of duty and sorrow. Yet, in this moment, everything had changed. The effects of the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins — combined with the pent-up sensations that had simmered just beneath the surface for far too long — ignited something deep within her, threatening to unravel the careful composure she had maintained.
"Surely, a little indulgence won't hurt," she thaught, attempting to rationalize her burgeoning desires. The thought flickered across her mind, but as if driven by an uncontrollable force, her hand began to move of its own accord, setting into motion her body's response before her mind could even finish crafting a justification for her actions. The tension building within her became unbearable as she found her hands gravitating toward her body. One hand caressed her breast, the warmth and softness igniting a fire within her, while the other hand slipped between her legs, exploring the contours of her own desirous nature.
In that fleeting moment, it felt as though the boundaries she had so carefully constructed around herself were dissolving, allowing her to experience a forgotten sensation of pleasure, a reminder of her own femininity and the power it held. She was both startled and exhilarated by her own audacity, as tension began to intertwine with liberation, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.
As she started to rub her breast and her clit over her clothes, she started to find these clothes uncomfortable and soon she started to remove her night clothes and then her bra. Soon she was lying on the bed completely naked.
What Alena didn't notice was that the door of her room was slightly open and Ray, who was standing outside looking at her naked body with strong desire.
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