The Price of Curiosity

"I didn't mean to…"

All I had done was catch the scent of my classmate's mother's stockings, and that alone was enough for her to drag me into a room and punish me for it.

What terrified me even more was this. Somehow, unbelievably, my classmate was about to start calling me Dad.

My name is Joseph Chapman. I met one of my best friends, Lance Ellis, in college. When the holidays came around, he invited me over to his place.

Lance lived with his mom. It was just the two of them in a big house.

The moment I stepped inside, I noticed a pair of women's high heels sitting neatly on the shoe rack. Inside one of the heels was a pair of worn stockings. They looked… weirdly tempting.

While Lance was not paying attention, I quietly reached out, picked up the stockings, and brought them to my nose. I breathed in.

The salty, musky scent filled my mouth, and my body reacted instantly.

My heart jumped. I hurriedly put them back exactly where they were, afraid Lance might notice.

"Mom, I brought Joseph over!" Lance called out toward his mother's room.

A moment later, the door opened.

A stunning woman stepped out. She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress that hugged her slim waist perfectly. She moved with a kind of effortless charm that made it hard to look away.

I felt like my nose might start bleeding. She… was damn gorgeous.

She smiled warmly at me. "You must be Joseph. Have a seat."

She pointed to the couch, then turned to pour me a glass of water.

Meanwhile, I was already struggling to keep myself together. I hunched forward slightly, trying to hide it, and shuffled awkwardly toward the sofa.

Lance noticed and frowned. "Joseph, why are you walking like that? Are you feeling okay?"

He stepped closer, like he was about to help me.

I waved, almost frantically. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

I sat down, adjusting my clothes to cover myself as naturally as possible.

Just then, Lance's mom, Anna, walked over with the glass of water. She leaned down slightly as she handed it to me.

I took it with both hands. Before I could stop myself, my eyes drifted. From the angle of her collar, everything beneath was completely visible.

I froze.

My hand holding the glass went stiff midair.

Anna seemed to notice. Her gaze slowly shifted downward… to between my legs. The corner of her lips lifted into a faint, knowing smile.

Being looked at like that made my whole body feel hot and tense.

Then she said casually, "We have a guest, and I'm not even wearing stockings. That's not very proper. I'll go put some on."

She walked over to the shoe rack, heading straight for the pair of heels and the stockings beside them, and my whole body tensed.

Oh, no.

There was still… evidence on them. It probably had not even dried yet. If she found out, how