At that moment, Nadia was mortified.
Even though Mika wasn't really reacting much—just standing there, staring at her with that knowing smile—her heart was racing uncontrollably.
She felt as if she had been dropped into a nightmare scenario, the kind that woke you up in a cold sweat, except this was real.
This was happening!
Not only had she been touching herself right in front of her son, where he could see every single movement—
—her hands sliding up and down inside her underwear, her fingers pressing against her clit, her other hand twisting and pulling on her nipple.
But he had also heard her!
He had heard her calling out his name.
Her son had just witnessed his mother pleasuring herself while using him as reference material in her mind.
This was probably the worst thing she could have ever imagined.
Even someone as calm and composed as herself felt her emotions spiral uncontrollably.
The pressure built inside her chest, a familiar precursor to disaster.
