Nadia's mind fractured the instant Mika's fingers pressed firmly against the front of her black underwear.
'What—? No—!'
The shock hit her like a lightning strike. Her entire body went rigid in the chair, thighs clamping together on instinct.
But Mika's hand was already there, warm, confident, and utterly unhurried cupping her most private place right through the thin, now-damp fabric.
"Nnnn—! No—!" A strangled, silent gasp caught in her throat. Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard she was sure the entire hall could hear it.
'N-No, Mika. This is wrong. This is so wrong!'
'You're my son—my baby boy—you can't be touching your mother there!'
Yet her pussy betrayed her instantly.
The moment his fingertips began slow strokes up and down the length of her slit, a fresh gush of slick heat soaked the crotch of her underwear.
