Seduced by My Son’s Classmate

My son's classmate, Henry, tried to seduce me. Startled, I immediately went to talk to his mother. To my surprise, she suggested swapping sons to help them relieve stress. Before I got into Harvard, my husband caught me in bed. And Henry's mother had the audacity to blackmail my family for ten million. Perfect. Everything was unfolding just as I had planned. I carried a fruit platter and pushed open my son's bedroom door. My son was asleep on the bed. But there was Henry, pants half-down, sitting in front of the computer. As the scene on the screen grew more intense, so did the movement of his hands. Catching the boy in the act, I blushed with embarrassment. He was facing away from the door, caught up in his emotions, unaware of my presence. I should have closed the door quietly and left. But, as if possessed, I found myself staring at his pale, slender fingers moving rapidly. His slightly long hair gleamed under the light, shining like polished ebony. At the peak of his excitement, he threw his head back, revealing a long neck with a hint of pink beneath the pale skin. "Mmmh∽" A sticky, muffled moan escaped from his nose. I felt a rush of heat surging through me. "Auntie, have you had your fill?" The chair spun around 180 degrees, and the boy raised an eyebrow, teasingly staring at me. My eyes widened in shock, caught red-handed, my heart pounding in chaos. Yet I stood there, frozen, unable to move. He left his pants open, his damp organ exposed. I stole a glance and couldn't help but be amazed at his impressive size. "I-I, Auntie just came to bring fruit, didn't see anything." I stammered, my eyes darting around, offering a poor excuse. "Heh, Auntie, you're adorable," Henry chuckled softly. I spun around and dashed to the kitchen, my heart still racing. To me, he was just a kid under twenty. But just now, my long-dormant heart had raced wildly. Once my mind cleared, I noticed a slick, sticky sensation in my underwear. My son was preparing to apply to Harvard, and today, he had invited Henry, who had already been accepted, over to our house. I had prepared a lavish meal early on. They'd been cooped up all morning, and worried they were tired from studying, I decided to bring them some fruit. Who would have thought? The future Harvard elite was indulging himself in someone else's home, right in front of a parent. I was a bit annoyed. Annoyed that he might lead my son astray, and annoyed at my own weakness. I shook my head, trying to shake off those sordid thoughts. It was almost eleven, and I needed to start cooking. I tiptoed to reach for a plate from the cupboard. Suddenly, a tall, lean figure enveloped me in his arms, a fresh mint scent wafting from him. His cool, slender fingers grasped my hand but released it instantly. "Auntie, is this the plate you need?" Henry's clear voice came from above me. "Ah, yes, thank you," I replied. Henry took down the plate and placed it on the counter. But then, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, resting his chin on my shoulder. His lips brushed softly against my cheek, a gentle caress. "Auntie, you look stunning." "When I was watching that video earlier, you were all I could think about." I struggled fiercely, but his grip was unyielding. Instead, he pulled me closer, his chest firmly against my back. I felt something hard pressing insistently against my waist. Being married for years, I knew exactly what that was. "This is inappropriate, I'm Mars' mother, your classmate." I couldn't fathom his boldness. Yet, a flicker of joy stirred within me. Henry towered over my six-foot son and was strikingly handsome. His nose was high and prominent, his jawline sharply defined. His skin was so pale and cool that it rendered his lips nearly colorless. He seemed like a dashing character straight out of a comic book. I was already thirty-eight. Being admired by such an exceptional young man secretly thrilled me. But I had a family, and he was my son's classmate. My moral compass held me back from crossing the line. "Henry, you're young and talented. Don't go down the wrong path. Let go of Auntie, okay?" Realizing I couldn't break free, I softened my tone, trying to persuade him. I knew young people were full of energy, hormones raging, and sometimes resistance only fueled their excitement. "Auntie, you smell so good~" He nuzzled into my neck like a puppy, taking my earlobe into his mouth, his tongue teasing it. My earlobe was my weak spot, and my knees nearly buckled as I stifled a cry. Henry's voice dropped to a whisper in my ear, "Auntie, you felt it, didn't you? You like me too, right?" "That's nonsense!" I retorted, though my voice wavered, my face flushed.