In the photos, a stunningly beautiful woman with a fiery hot body was captured wearing various revealing lingerie outfits and striking all sorts of seductive, provocative poses.
“Aren’t these the sexy photos Aunt Shen sent me? And these are the uncensored versions?” Yang Haoran instantly grew intrigued and began appreciating them with great interest. He paused for several seconds on each photo to scrutinize it, occasionally offering excited commentary.
“This one is good, very nice.”
“This pose… hehe… Aunt Shen’s flexibility is quite impressive.”
“Tsk tsk… it really makes my mouth water… I feel like licking the screen.”
“This one is also great—the clothes are slutty, the expression is dignified, the movements are elegant, it really has the vibe of a fallen housewife.”
“Holy shit… uncensored version. This tongue-out action is too tantalizing, it really makes her look like a bitch in heat.”
Yang Haoran was thoroughly engrossed. Looking at provocative photos of a familiar elder was incredibly stimulating. What’s more, the woman’s looks and figure were absolutely top-tier; no matter the angle, the pose, or how they complemented her stunningly beautiful face, each photo offered a flawless sense of beauty.
No wonder they say good-looking people photograph well no matter what.
Those graceful, enchanting, and utterly captivating moments had Yang Haoran unable to tear himself away. A wicked fire began to rise within him.
After browsing through most of them, Yang Haoran suddenly wondered if he had forgotten something. If the folder labeled “Shen” belonged to Aunt Shen, then what about the folder labeled “Liu”? Could it be Mom’s?
At that thought, Yang Haoran’s breathing grew rapid. Remembering the lewd, revealing lingerie outfits Aunt Shen wore and the soul-stirring, seductive poses she struck, he wondered—had Mom taken photos like these too?
No way, right?
Mom usually wore a cold, distant expression that kept people at arm’s length. Could she really have taken such provocative photos?
The contrast would be way too intense.
Yang Haoran’s hand trembled slightly with excitement as he controlled the mouse. He went back and clicked open the folder labeled “Liu.”
Under his eagerly anticipatory gaze, the screen switched to display rows of provocative photos of a woman.
It was Mom! Yang Haoran was so excited his heart skipped a beat.
In the photos, Liu Ruoxi wore a cold expression in every shot—like millennia-old, unmelting ice, isolated from the world. Her exquisite face resembled a celestial, jade-like snow lotus blooming on a steep cliff, giving off an aura of something that could be admired from afar but not touched.
However, although her clothing wasn’t as bold and revealing as Shen Qing’s, it was still incredibly indecent. Key areas either exposed large patches of snow-white, smooth skin and deep, full cleavage, or offered half-hidden,朦胧 teasing glimpses. The most revealing photo among them was one where Liu Ruoxi’s movements accidentally exposed a glimpse of the scenery under her skirt—a corner of purple lace panties outlining a plump, full labia. Unfortunately, it was covered by the panties, so only the shape was visible, not the full view.
Nevertheless, it was enough to make Yang Haoran’s heart race. Judging by the shape, Mom’s tender pussy was no less impressive than Aunt Shen’s slutty one. In fact, because he hadn’t seen the full view, the allure was even stronger in his mind.
In the provocative photos, Liu Ruoxi’s poses were relatively conservative, mostly giving off a dignified and elegant vibe. But when paired with those lewd lingerie outfits and her icy-cold expression, the contrast was extremely intense.
Compared to Shen Qing’s photos, which exuded an alluring charm that could captivate anyone, Liu Ruoxi’s photos evoked more of a restless, wicked desire and a heightened urge to conquer. It made one desperately want to drag this celestial, jade-like beauty into the abyss of corruption, tear away her cold exterior, and revel in the sound of her moans as she fell from grace.
Yang Haoran felt a hot, swollen sensation in his crotch. The dragon downstairs was extremely excited, as if breathing scorching hot breath. His blood surged, his desire burned wildly, and even his face flushed with an unnatural redness.
At that moment, he really wished he had a moist, warm hole to vent his fire.
It was just too stimulating.
His left hand unconsciously slipped into his pants, stroking his hard, burning cock, while his right hand controlled the mouse to flip through the photos. His eyes greedily scanned Mom’s provocative photos—her perky, full breasts, her enchanting figure curves, her plump, juicy peach-like buttocks, and that cold, stunningly beautiful face. She truly looked like a fairy from a painting.
“How amazing would it be to have Mom suck my big cock under me… huff…”
“And Aunt Shen too… that slutty bitch… have her lick my balls while Mom sucks my dick… hehe…” Yang Haoran fantasized as he looked, occasionally letting out lewd chuckles and heavy breaths. The speed of his stroking hand grew faster and faster, waves of pleasure continuously spreading from the service of his five fingers, coursing through his limbs to his nerves.
“Knock knock…” Just then, there was suddenly a sound of knocking at the door, startling Yang Haoran. His mind immediately conjured an image of Mom.
He quickly pulled up his pants and swiftly clicked the mouse to close the page. Once done, he let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a bit puzzled—why hadn’t Mom come in yet?
In the past, Mom had been quite respectful of his privacy, but ever since she caught him watching porn, she had forbidden him from locking the door. Now, she would knock twice as a warning and then come right in.
“Knock knock… Haoran… open the door… it’s Dad.”
Then, his dad’s voice came from outside the door.
Only then did Yang Haoran relax. So it was Dad. But what did Dad want with him at this time?
He turned off the computer and, with a puzzled mindset, opened the door. Seeing that it was indeed his dad outside, he asked curiously, “Dad, what’s up?” Dad rarely bothered with him because he couldn’t really control him. In most families, it might be a strict father and a kind mother, but in his family, it was the opposite—a strict mother and a kind father.
“Let’s talk inside…”
Yang Haoran noticed that Dad seemed to have a sneaky, furtive look about him, which made him even more suspicious. Dad had been acting unusually today—he’d been very affectionate toward him when he got home, and now he was seeking him out. Weird.
After closing the door, Yang Haoran saw that Dad even twisted the interior lock, as if afraid someone might open the door and interrupt their conversation.
Father and son returned to the bedside and sat down one after the other.
“Dad, what did you want to talk about?” Yang Haoran asked, not understanding what was going on.
“Haoran, how has Dad treated you usually?” Yang Wenfu patted his shoulder, a kind smile on his face.
Yang Haoran was baffled. “Pretty well. Dad, if you have something to say, just say it directly.”
He thought about it—Dad really had treated him quite well. Most of his pocket money came from Dad. Whenever he needed money, asking Dad was a sure bet.
As for Mom, it wasn’t that she didn’t give him money, but she would always ask what it was for before handing it over.
Yang Wenfu was very satisfied with his son’s answer and showed a relieved smile. “Haoran, do you know what tomorrow is?”
“Tomorrow?” Yang Haoran thought about it. Tomorrow was Saturday, September 26th. National Day was still a few days away, so it wasn’t a holiday. Was there something special about it?
Seeing his son’s confused expression, Yang Wenfu didn’t keep him in suspense and explained, “Tomorrow, the 26th, is mine and your mom’s wedding anniversary. It’s normal that you didn’t know.”
This was the first time Yang Haoran had heard about it, and he showed a surprised expression.
His parents had been in a cold war for years. As far as he could remember, this so-called wedding anniversary had always been just like any other day, nothing special. Dad and Mom went about their business as usual.
Now that Dad was solemnly bringing it up with him, was this year different from before? A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Yang Haoran’s heart.