Chapter 1 Speechless

"Eugênio, wake up now!" My mother's shrill voice invades the silence of my morning, accompanied by the sound of firm knocks on my bedroom door. I feel my heavy eyes slowly opening, still wrapped in a fog of sleep. "I'm coming, mom!" I shout back, hoping she heard. As I fully open my eyes, I realize the annoying pain I've been feeling lately has disappeared. A smile forms on my face - what a relief.

Dragging myself out of bed, I grab my towel and head for the bathroom. The toothbrush feels immensely heavy in my hands as I perform the morning ritual of oral hygiene. Shortly after, I step into the shower, allowing the hot water to wash not only my body but also the morning lethargy. A yawn escapes, echoing on the bathroom tiles.

Finally, I leave the bathroom and stop in front of the mirror. I stare at my reflection - a young brunette, with eyes so dark brown they seem almost black, short and messy hair. I can't avoid a smug smile. "As I expected, I'm more handsome than before..." I murmur to my reflection. I know some might call me cocky, but in my view, I'm the most beautiful. If others don't agree, well, let them sleep on it.

Suddenly, I notice something unusual in the mirror. My eyes, they... glowed? "That's strange." I murmur, frowning. I stare intently at my reflection, hoping it happens again, but nothing. "I need to stop watching these superhero movies..." I sigh, shaking my head. Yet, a small part of me can't help but wonder... What if?

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of having powers, something I know all too well is nothing more than fantasy.

"Mom! What's for breakfast? I'm starving!" I announced, settling at the kitchen table, curious and hopeful for a delicious meal. With an enigmatic smile, my mother emerged from the kitchen with a plate of pancakes, which she carefully placed on the table. The sweet and welcoming aroma of the pancakes filled the room, bringing an instant sense of comfort.

"Do you want a glass of milk? Answer quickly so you don't get late for college," my mother insisted, holding an empty glass in her hand and watching me expectantly for a response.

"No, I don't feel like drinking anything right now." I noticed, not for the first time, that my mother seemed eager to get me out of the house. My father, busy eating his breakfast, also seemed to share this sentiment.

"Alright. I'm leaving. Have a good day," said my father, rising from his chair. He planted a quick and affectionate kiss on my mother's lips before leaving, the echo of his footsteps slowly fading away. In recent days, I noticed he was restless and hurried, a notable change in his usual habits. He was usually calm and slow, so this sudden rush made me curious.

"I'm leaving, mom. Have a good day," I said, saying goodbye as I picked up my backpack.

"For you too. Ah, and don't you dare skip class, you hear me?" The voice of my mother echoed through the corridor as I left. I turned to answer, a mischievous smile forming on my lips. I was ready to tease her, a habit we maintained despite my being an adult. However, before I could jest, I felt my eyes burn and then a screen full of information appeared before my eyes.

{Name: Lúcia Andrade

Age: 43

Emotional State: Anxious, excited, happy

Blood Type: O+

Parents: Maria Helena Andrade and Joaquim Andrade

Siblings: One younger sister, Paula Andrade

Sexual Preferences: Masochist, enjoys being photographed naked, especially by Rafael. Finds pleasure in situations of submission and control.

Thoughts: "I'm so excited to see Rafael ... He has given me a new perspective on life, a new pleasure that I never imagined I could feel. I just hope Eugênio never finds out about us. I don't want to hurt him. My husband is a good man, but I don't feel the same for him anymore ... it's all so normal, so routine. Now Eugênio ... he is my world. I love my son more than anything."

Relationship: Married, having an affair with Rafael, a friend of her son, for 3 weeks.

Additional Information: Educator at a local school, loves to cook, afraid of heights. Likes to read romance novels and has a weakness for classical music. An avid runner participating in local marathons.

Alerts: Concern about Eugênio's suspicions.

Banking Information: Banco do ventos uivantes, Checking Account: 123456-7, Balance: R$ 15.234,56, Password: 7890.

Thoughts about Rafael: "He is so different from my husband ... He makes me feel alive, desired. There is something about him that attracts me, a magnetism that I can't resist. He is young, full of life and passion. I can't deny that he brought a new pleasure into my life ... something I was missing."

Thoughts about Husband: "He is a good man, but he no longer fulfills me. Our life together has become so normal, so common ... there is no more spark."

Thoughts about Son: "I love my son more than anything else. He is my pride and my life. I don't want him to get hurt by all of this."

Information about the Affair: "It started 3 weeks ago. Rafael is a close friend of Eugênio, and I never thought this would happen ... but here we are. I just hope Eugênio never finds out."}

My eyes widened, my breath stopped for a moment as I read the information that appeared before me. A mix of shock, sadness, and betrayal flooded my heart. My brain seemed incapable of processing the information. Rafael? The Rafael I knew since childhood, the Rafael who played video games with me, the Rafael who was always there when I needed him ... was having an affair with my mother?

The screen updated, adding more information.

{Physiological State: Excited.

Excitement Level: High.

Physical Information: Hard nipples, accelerated breathing, visible throbbing in the neck indicating increased heart rate.

Signs of Excitement: Wet panties.

Thoughts on Excitement: "My body is reacting to Rafael again... I feel a heat burning inside of me. I need him. I need him right now. He makes my body feel alive in a way my husband hasn't done in years."

Worries about Excitement: "I need to control myself. I can't let Eugenio notice. I need to pretend... but how can I, when my body is screaming for Rafael?" }

"Are you okay, son?" my mother asked, her voice trembling with worry. She had a look of perplexity on her face, as if she couldn't understand why I was standing there, speechless.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to hide the wave of anger and betrayal that threatened to consume me. I needed to get out of there, I needed time to process everything. I needed to understand how my life had turned into a drama movie in a matter of seconds.

"I'm fine, mom," I finally said, forcing a smile on my face. I didn't want her to know that I knew. Not yet. I needed time to understand, to decide what to do. "I'm just thinking about something for college. Don't worry."

She nodded, seeming relieved. "Alright then. Have a good day at college, son. And remember what I said about skipping class."

"Sure, mom," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "I promise, no skipping class today."

"Have a good day, Eugenio!" Lucia said, waving to her son as he closed the door. She watched the closed door for a moment, a confused and worried expression on her face. She had found Eugenio's behavior strange, but decided not to dwell on it. After all, he was a young university student, always with a mind full of worries and stresses.

Lucia sighed and turned around, heading for the kitchen. She started to wash the dishes, letting her thoughts wander. Today, she didn't need to go to school, which meant she would have more time to spend with Rafael. Just thinking about it, a warm blush rose to her face and she felt her legs go weak. She leaned against the sink, trying to control the wave of excitement that was flooding her.

Amidst the dishes, Lucia's thoughts wandered to Rafael. She thought about his smile, his touch, the way he made her feel alive. She thought about how he made her feel wanted, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

As she cleaned the dishes, she thought about how the day would be. She imagined a picnic in the park, the grass beneath them, the sun shining. She imagined Rafael touching her body, the sensation of his fingers exploring her skin. She imagined the taste of his lips, the feeling of being in his arms.

Lucia felt a wave of heat pass through her, her heart beating faster. She felt her panties becoming even wetter, her legs growing weaker. She closed her eyes, giving in to the fantasy, letting herself be swept away by the wave of excitement.