Chapter 57: The true nature of a “lonely wife”


    What’s it like to watch live sex shows with a beautiful widow, especially when the star of the show is her own son?


    Ethan noticed Mrs. Miller’s ears turning bright red. Even a mature woman finds it hard to keep herposure in such situations.


    She kept her eyes glued to the screen, worried about her son and too embarrassed to make eye contact with Ethan.


    Ethan leaned back on the pillow, catching a whiff of Mrs. Miller’s subtle fragrance.


    Mrs. Miller’s long, curly hair was swept to one side, exposing her pale neck, all openly disyed in front of Ethan.


    For a moment, Ethan didn’t know whether to look at the neck of the attractive widow or thepassionate female angels on the live stream.


    No matter where he looked.


    The live stream had already started. On the screen, thepassionate female angel was dressed in a nurse’s outfit.


    Yes, a nurse’s outfit—she knew what men liked.


    But this nurse outfit was hardly professional, obviously a size too small, clinging to her body and entuating her curves.


    Thepassionate female angel was actually quite average-looking, but she knew how to dress up. Her worldly allure had a special attraction for virgins.


    Ryan, wearing a Pikachu mask, had never seen such a spectacle before. His eyes were wide open, and he was too stunned to speak.


    “Hey, handsome,” thepassionate female angel said in a nasal voice, leaning in and caressing him. “You seem really nervous, huh?”


    Mrs. Miller looked distressed. As a mother, seeing such a woman getting close to her son was hardly a joy.


    She watched as the female host on the screen kept flirting, skillfully chatting with her son as if she wanted to know even the color of his underwear.


    Mrs. Miller was very nervous, staring intently at the screen, terrified that her son might reveal some private information.


    At this point, she couldn’t care less that Ethan was right beside her,her heart was in knots, her attention fixed on the screen.


    It had to be admitted, these female hosts knew too many tricks.


    Their teasing,bined with their words, had Ryanpletely led by the nose.


    Fortunately, she was still professional, asking about personal preferences.


    Like whether he liked fis stockings or who he fantasized about.


    As she asked, she kept sending out perks, and Ryan was led to answer. His preferences were clear, truly maximizing the show’s effect.


    Outside the screen.


    Mrs. Miller went from being tense at the beginning to now having a flushed face, covering her face with both hands.


    If possible, she would definitely want to live on another.


    Especially with the constant stream ofments floating across the screen, like bullets of shame hitting Mrs. Miller’s heart.


    Ethan thoughtfully turned off thements.


    Watching Ryan in the mask on the screen, although his face was hidden, the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable.


    Who knows if he would have banged his head against the wall if he knew his mom was watching the live stream.


    “Cough, cough.” Ethan, feeling a bit of the mastermind’s embarrassment, coughed lightly: “Aunt Sofia, boys will be boys.”


    “Don’t talk,” Mrs. Miller shook her head, her face red, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.


    On the screen, the female host was now sitting on the hospital bed, asking about his feelings, urging him to describe in detail what would happen next in the performance.


    It was all about the show effect.


    After all, with a performance fee of $1,000, she definitely wanted to earn it back.


    “Ah,” Ethan shook his head, thinking to himself that a man’s first time is just like this, a little stimtion and he bes this awkward mess,pletely controlled by a woman.


    In terms of looks, that female host was just average, not ugly.


    Mrs. Miller was the real beauty.


    Ethan felt that instead of watching the female host on the screen, it was more pleasing to sneak peeks at Mrs. Miller.


    But when he looked at Mrs. Miller, he saw her avoiding his gaze.


    “?”Ethan felt a sudden jolt in his heart, a bad premonition rising. Sure enough, the ‘Hard as a Rock’ skill had activated.


    The nket over hisp was pushed up high.


    “Cough, cough.” Ethan’s face turned awkward. “Aunt Sofia…”


    He tried to say something to exin.


    But Sofia, as if shocked, trembled and looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her voice barely a whisper, “Not now…”


    Ethan was puzzled, his face filled with question marks. What did she mean by ‘not now’? Did she imply ter’ might be okay?


    Right now, her son was interacting with the hostess on the live stream.


    Ethan would never consider doing anything inappropriate at this moment, especially since Ryan considered him a close friend.


    Mrs. Miller, seeing his prolonged silence, twirled her hair around her finger, a gesture to mask her difort.


    The beautiful widow looked so vulnerable and delicate.


    The air between them was charged with a strange tension.


    Ethan felt it was the right moment to say something like, “Aunt Sofia, you wouldn’t want your son’s secrets to get out, would you?”


    Given the current situation, it seemed too twisted.


    Mrs. Miller remained silent.


    But her body shivered…


    Her hand had slipped under the nket… grasping his embarrassingly aroused self.


    Her touch started gently but gradually quickened…


    Ethan was baffled. Was this the true nature of a ‘lonely wife’? No need for words, even under threat, she was extremely good at masking her nervousness, but now he couldn’t just walk away.


    All the while, her eyes stayed fixed on the screen, pretending as if nothing was happening.


    “Is this for real?” Ethan was stunned by the unexpected turn of events.


    Mrs. Miller was very nervous.


    Ethan was equally tense, his eyes glued to Ryan on the screen, where thepassionate female angel was interacting intensely with the audience, nearing the end of the show.


    The professionalism was evident. Indeed, those who could host such shows had unique skills that made them stand out.


    Ethan observed Ryan, who seemed excited, which was good.


    Silence, a long silence.


    Ethan didn’t know what to say.


    But watching the beautiful widow, her face a mix of humiliation and shyness, all emotions tangled together, and her body still carrying a faint scent…


    The physical pleasure and the mental shock, whenpared, made the physical sensations seem less significant.


    Things had gone this far.


    Ethan tentatively reached out and ced his hand on Mrs. Miller’s waist, just resting it there, not moving.


    Mrs. Miller shivered.


    “Don’t be nervous, Aunt Sofia. Ryan is like a brother to me,I wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.”