Afterward, Liu Ruoxi continued on her own, slipping off her form-fitting skirt, her stockings, her lace panties, and stepping out of her high heels, her pale soles pressing against the cold ceramic tiles.
This was a body ripe enough to drive one madβskin like creamy jade, glowing with an ivory-like, snowy radiance. Curves in all the right places, full breasts and generous hips, her figure forming a perfect S-shaped curve. Paired with her exquisitely picturesque beauty, it was breathtakingly perfect, without a single flaw, as if a celestial fairy had descended to earth.
Yang Haoranβs gaze, burning with desire, wandered over his motherβs voluptuous, snow-white body. She did not shy away from his look.
Liu Ruoxi turned her head and happened to catch her sonβs covetous stareβhis eyes gleaming like a miser beholding treasure. For some reason, she couldnβt hold back a soft laugh. In that instant, her usually cold and aloof beauty, like eternal ice, seemed to melt away, becoming stunningly captivating.
Liu Ruoxi moved closer to her son, allowing him to admire her jade-like body, and said calmly, βIs it pleasing to look at?β Her tone sounded somewhat familiar, though compared to before, her expression was more natural, and her voice wasnβt as icy as last time.
βItβs beautiful, Mom. Your figure is the most perfect Iβve ever seen on a woman.β
Yang Haoran did not hold back his praise, even though he knew the mother before him was her second personalityβthe slut.
As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the deep valley between his motherβs legs. The lush, dark pubic hair had clearly been carefully groomed into a beautiful inverted triangle. The two plump, snow-white labia majora were full and tightly closed, forming a slit like a first-light crevice, shaped like a plump steamed bun, tantalizing to behold.
His motherβs lower body was unexpectedly neat and tidy, much like her stunning faceβas if God had also bestowed upon her an exquisitely crafted jade-like pussy.
Yang Haoranβs gaze grew entranced. What a beautiful slutty container, he thought. Ah, damnβ¦ Just as he was staring, his head was suddenly slapped. He looked up to see his motherβs face flushed with a rosy hue, her expression natural, as if she hadnβt been the one to do itβbut there was no one else in the room besides the two of them.
Though Liu Ruoxi appeared calm and composed on the surface while her son stared intently at her lower body, her stunning cheeks and earlobes had quietly tinged with a blush.
βMom, why did you hit me?β Yang Haoran said plaintively.
βHavenβt I taught you before? You need to know your limits. A glance is one thing, but staring nonstopβthat deserves a slap.β
Liu Ruoxi replied to him in a mild tone.
But youβre the one who asked me to stay, Yang Haoran thought indignantly. Aloud, he said, βThen what about the way we are now, mother and son? Where are the limits in this?β
βWell, what do you want to do?β Liu Ruoxi watched his dark, shifting eyes and knew he was up to no good. It wasζ£ε₯½ a good opportunity for her to teach him a lesson.
βHeh hehβ¦ Mom, youβve already licked me down there. How about letting me lick you down there too?β Yang Haoran looked at his mother expectantly.
If it were her first personality, she would definitely refuse. But now, with her second personalityβthe slutβthere might be a chance.
His mouth watered at the sight of his motherβs plump, tender pussy. It looked utterly enticing.
βYou may look, but no touching and no licking.β
Liu Ruoxi refused him, as if she had anticipated this. Noting his disappointed expression, the corners of her lips curled upward slightly with pleasure.
Serves you right for pretending to be a gentleman earlier and forcing me to embarrass myself.
After conducting her own psychological preparation, Liu Ruoxi, though still feeling shame under her sonβs gaze, could maintain her composure. She clearly knew that the task of being an adulterous woman and committing incest with her son was unavoidableβand it could be any part of the mission.
Having prepared for the worst, she faced her son with a bit more ease.
Yet, a womanβs sense of shame does not fade away simply through self-psychology. Just as the blush on her cheeks had not faded since entering the bathroom.
The shame in her heart spread wildly, never ceasing, but it was suppressed by her strong mental fortitude.
βWatch if you must. Iβm going to shower.β
After speaking, Liu Ruoxi moved with graceful steps, her curvaceous figure walking under the showerhead. She turned on the water, tested the temperature with her hand, and adjusted it to a comfortable warmth. Then, under her sonβs gaze, she began to bathe.
Yang Haoran watched pitifully, his swollen and aching cock unbearably uncomfortable. He truly wanted to thrust his big dick into his motherβs jade-like pussy and release his pent-up desire.
But unless his mother actively consented, his dog-like courage was never enough to defy the heavens. Moreover, when it came to his mother, he did not want to force her.
The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom. A voluptuous, ripe body bathed within the rising steam. Mist curled upward, mingling with the batherβs stunning beauty, as if forming a painting of an immortal fairy bathing.
She tilted her head back, letting the shower stream flow down her swan-like neck.
Her towering breasts were enormous and perfectly round, like two majestic peaks rising layer upon layer, forming an exquisite M-shaped curve.
Each breast was full and plump, like glistening stalactitesβsmooth, delicate, and flawless.
The faint red areolas were dazzlingly vibrant, appearing only slightly larger than coins. Two tender nipples stood proudly atop the snowy peaks, like winter plums blooming in the coldβa delicate, captivating sightβor like two fresh, succulent cherries, enticing and mouthwatering.
The curve of her bust was exceedingly dramatic, then sharply tapered down into a slender, willow-like waist beneath the full, heavy breasts.
Then, curving out dramatically on both sides, like a rollercoasterβs thrilling drop, it outlined an incredibly enticing, peach-like, enormous butt.
The contrast between her waist and her ample rear was extreme, yet it appeared perfectly harmonious and unified.
Her rounded, large buttocks were plump and perky, standing high behind her. The smooth skin was more translucent than winter snow, fleshy and radiating a temptation that stirred oneβs sexual desires, making one yearn to immediately grab and play with them.
And then there were those two straight, sexy long legsβthe thighs full and fleshy, the calves slender and well-proportioned. Their perfect ratio was nothing short of a miracle of creation. Under the flow of water, the legs gleamed with an alluring glow, like crystalline bamboo shoots adorned with spring rain dewdrops, utterly seductive!
Now they were pressed tightly together, forming a narrow slit. Following the line of the slit to its end, through the rising steam, one could faintly glimpse the lush, shadowed area.
Yang Haoran stared with wide eyes, his desire boiling, his mouth dry. His motherβs voluptuous body before him was flawlessβher huge breasts, slender waist, and full hips seemed meticulously calculated. An ounce more would be too plump, an ounce less would be too thin. Every part exuded an irresistibly alluring, ripe sexuality, enough to ignite endless lust with a single glance!
As his mother shifted her legs slightly while bathing, her graceful figure seemed to drift within the mist. The area hidden between her legs beneath the steam flickered in and out of view.
The slender meaty slitθ ε¨ed open and closed with the movement of her legs, like an abalone gently opening and closing under the nourishing rain. Stimulated by such a beautiful and lewd scene, Yang Haoran let his hand drop to his crotch and, facing his mother, began stroking his cock.