By the time the two of them exited the adult store, Liu Ruoxi was walking ahead in silence, lost in her thoughts. Yang Haoran felt slightly uneasy as well. When they stepped into the elevator and found themselves alone, he couldnβt help but say, “Mom, Aunt Shen has played with me like this too. Donβt feel burdened. Since itβs your first time, I wonβt be too hard on you.”
Liu Ruoxi shot her son a cold glare and replied calmly, “Donβt worry, Iβll cooperate. But remember, if anyone else finds out about this, you know what will happen.”
Seeing the icy glint in his motherβs eyes, Yang Haoran nodded hurriedly. Then, he asked in a hushed tone, “Is it okay if Aunt Shen knows?”
He remembered that he still needed to take photos to send to Aunt Shen for her enjoyment.
“Suit yourself.”
When Liu Ruoxi heard her son mention Shen Qing, she gave him a deep look. Contrary to Yang Haoranβs expectations, she did not refuse.
His motherβs relationship with Aunt Shen was even closer than he had imagined. No wonder the two of them had taken erotic photos together.
After leaving the mall, they got into the car and drove home. It was already 1 p.m. when they arrived.
Liu Ruoxi went to Yang Haoranβs room on the second floor to put away the clothes she had bought for him. When she returned to the living room, she saw her son sitting on the sofa. Despite her cold and expressionless face, her stunning cheeks were visibly flushed. She said with forced composure, “You only have one hour. Donβt go too far, understand?”
Hearing his motherβs words, which sounded both threatening and submissive, Yang Haoranβs excitement surged. He looked at her with eager anticipation and nodded.
Liu Ruoxi took out her phone, set a one-hour alarm, and placed it on the coffee table. At the same time, the prompt tone for the system task initiation sounded in her ears.
Seeing the timer on his motherβs phone, Yang Haoran knew it had begun. He gazed at his motherβs breathtakingly beautiful face and issued his first command: “Mom, take off your clothes.”
Even though she had mentally prepared herself, shame still flushed Liu Ruoxiβs face crimson at her sonβs command. She nodded, maintaining a calm facade, and slowly undid her white dress, letting it fall to the floor along with her underwear, giving Yang Haoran an eyeful.
In the living room, a body so irresistibly seductive that it could drive anyone wild was now completely exposed, stripped bare. Standing there gracefully, her skin was as smooth as polished jade, glowing with a snowy, ivory-like radiance. Her figure was curvaceous, with full, voluptuous breasts and round, ample hips, forming a perfect S-curve that complemented her exquisitely poetic and picturesque face. It was a breathtaking sight, flawless as if a celestial goddess had descended to earth.
The light in the living room cascaded over Liu Ruoxiβs hot and sensual body. Her fair, creamy skin resembled refined mutton fat jade, emitting a soft, subtle glow.
Liu Ruoxi stood completely naked before her son. Her towering breasts were massive and perfectly round, like two majestic, layered mountain peaks, forming an exquisite M-shaped curve.
Each breast was plump and full, akin to translucent stalactitesβsmooth, delicate, and flawless. Her skin was radiantly white, like mutton fat jade glowing with an enchanting sheen. Just looking at them, one could almost feel their silky, tender texture.
Proudly perched atop her snow-white breasts were two bright red, pert nipples. Their pink hue was vivid and enticing, like two fresh, succulent red grapes, shyly awaiting a manβs plucking and tasting.
The curve of her bust was dramatically exaggerated, then sharply tapered down into a slender, willow-like waist beneath her full, heavy breasts.
Then, her hips flared out abruptly on both sides, like a rollercoaster ride ofθ΅·δΌ,εΎεεΊan incredibly alluring, peach-shaped, enormous butt.
The contrast between her slender waist and her massive hips was extreme, yet it appeared harmoniously balanced.
Her round, ample buttocks were plump and perky, standing high and prominent. Their smooth skin was moreζΆθΉthan winter snow, fleshy and radiating aθ―±ζthat stirred desire, making one yearn to grab and play with them immediately.
Between her legs, in the deep, secluded valley, her lush, dark pubic hair was meticulously trimmed into a neat inverted triangle. Her two plump, snow-white labia majora were full and tightly closed, forming a narrow, slit-like crevice resembling a first-line sky. Their shape was like a large, soft steamed bun, tantalizing to the eye.
Then there were her long, straight, and sexy legsβher thighs were full and fleshy, while her calves were slender and well-proportioned. Their perfect ratio was nothing short of a miracle of creation.
Yang Haoranβs greedy eyes roamed incessantly over his motherβs hot and sensual, snow-white body. His gaze swept from her towering breasts down to her long, shapely legs, lingering especially on the deep valley between her thighs. Beneath the lush pubic hair, his motherβs plump, snow-white labia were tightly closed, resembling a fresh, juicy abalone that made oneβs mouth water and stirred irresistible desire.
Even though this wasnβt Yang Haoranβs first time seeing his mother naked, he was still utterly captivated. Liu Ruoxi stood quietly before her son, not hurrying him, allowing his scrutinizing gaze to sweep over her naked body again and again. After a full minute, she felt it was enough and asked calmly, “What next?”
Hearing his motherβs cool voice, Yang Haoran remembered the task at hand. He looked at her expectantly and said, “Mom, kneel before me.”
To ensure her compliance, he added an explanation: “I need to put a prop on you. When Aunt Shen played with me, she also knelt to let me put the prop on her.”
Liu Ruoxi remained composed, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She let out a faint “oh,” as if finding her sonβs request and reasoning perfectly reasonable. She took two steps toward him, and this stunning beauty with an icy demeanor gradually bent her knees, kneeling before her son, who was seated on the sofa.
Once kneeling, a faint blush inevitably spread across her calm face, hinting that her inner emotions were not as composed as they appeared.
Yang Haoran took out a black collar and brought it close to his motherβs slender, fair swan-like neck. Up close, her exquisitely beautiful face was within reach. Her features were like fine porcelain: her willow-leaf eyebrows were delicate and picturesque, reminiscent of distant green mountains; her eyes held a depth like autumn waters, serene and captivating as a tranquil lake; her skin was flawless and pale, her nose bridge high, and her lips full and crimson, forming a perfectly flawless visage.
After a moment, the black collar was fastened around Liu Ruoxiβs fair, swan-like neck. The contrast between black and white was stark, as if her pristine skin had been tainted by the dark color, faintly hinting at theε θ½of a celestial being. From the black collar around her throat extended a silver chain, connected to a leather handle gripped tightly in Yang Haoranβs hand.
The scene was one of extreme lewdness and degradation, like a fallen fairy being defiled and enslaved, wearing a black collar and led around like a bitch in heat. Any man witnessing such a licentious spectacle would feel his blood boil and desire ignite uncontrollably!
Yang Haoran hurriedly returned to the sofa with the leather handle and took out his phone, ready to capture this provocative scene.
When Liu Ruoxi saw her son aiming the phoneβs camera at her, her expression shifted slightly. She knew how indecent and whorish she looked in this attire and that it must not be photographed. Summoning her strong mental fortitude, she calmed herself and asked before he could take the shot, “Haoran, what are you doing?”
Yang Haoran had anticipated his motherβs reaction. He replied unhurriedly, “Mom, in the BDSM community, wearing a collar means youβre the masterβs bitch. This moment must be recorded by the master. When Aunt Shen acknowledged me as her master, she also had such photos taken.”
He deliberately repeated the term “bitch” to acclimate his mother to being referred to as such. By continuously emphasizing the word during subsequent sessions, her mind would gradually and silently adapt to and accept this title, slowly shedding her sense of shame through subtle conditioning.
This was a form of psychological manipulation tactic.