“Mmm oh… Haoran… Auntie is about to climax again!”
An intense pleasure, like a colossal tidal wave, surged forth. He Muchen felt so stimulated she was about to explode.
She let out an unrestrained, wild cry, her beautiful face a picture of ecstatic rapture. Every nerve in her body was stretched taut like a spring. Her voluptuous body shuddered violently, instantly catapulting her to a breathtaking peak!
A gush of scalding love juices, stirred by the thrusting of the thick cock, came pouring out. Like wetting the bed, it streamed from the slit of her wanton pussy onto the floor, instantly filling the air with an overwhelmingly thick, lewd scent of carnal desire.
Yang Haoran let out a low growl, thrusting rapidly a few more times before erupting inside her dripping, promiscuous cunt. His entire body trembled with spasms as intense pleasure surged towards its climax.
Yang Haoran’s cock throbbed incessantly, his tightening balls seeming to squeeze out every last drop of their stored contents.
Simultaneously, the convulsing flesh of her passage and her womb granted him an overwhelming sensation. Waves of scorching semen erupted violently, the sheer bliss making him feel euphoric and almost faint, his body nearly spent.
He Muchen’s snow-white body was glistening with fragrant sweat, her delicate skin flushed with the rosy hue of lovemaking, her stunningly beautiful face a picture of utter satisfaction.
As she felt Yang Haoran pull his cock out, she could no longer hold herself up. Slumping weakly against the balcony wall, her beautiful eyes, dazed and hazy, gazed at the boy who had given her an unprecedented sexual experience.
So comfortable… so thrilling… it feels like dying!
“Auntie He, how did it feel?”
Yang Haoran, with effort, lifted Auntie He’s limp, delicate body and began walking towards the bathroom.
“You child… you’re utterly wicked!” He Muchen, held in his arms, blushed crimson and shot Yang Haoran a charming, coquettish glare. “What if someone had seen us?”
“Hehe… Auntie He, and you’re blaming me? Who was it that was moaning so loudly just now?”
Yang Haoran’s words made He Muchen feel embarrassed. She stubbornly retorted, “Auntie was scared.”
Yang Haoran looked at Auntie He’s charming demeanor, his heart swaying with desire. He really wanted to fuck her to death. Casually, he said, “Scared? Next time, we’ll go to the master bedroom and play something even more thrilling.”
“You wicked child… all you think about is tormenting Auntie.” He Muchen said helplessly, “Let’s let it go this time. There won’t be a next time, understand?”
When they reached the bathroom, Yang Haonan put Auntie He down and turned on the shower. He embraced He Muchen’s voluptuous body from behind under the pouring water, caressing her large breasts as the water streamed over them, pinching and teasing her pink nipples with two fingers. Simultaneously, he manipulated her psychologically: “Auntie He, you’re too conservative. Making love is about the fusion of souls and bodies. As long as we don’t affect others, isn’t it good to play a little more thrillingly? Besides, Auntie He, don’t you want to experience that blissful, euphoric pleasure like just now?” Being held by Yang Haoran gave He Muchen a sense of fulfillment. The kneading of her nipples brought a tingling, numbing pleasure. She was growing fonder of this boy by the day; the emotional resonance Li Song brought her wasn’t even one ten-thousandth of the palpitations this boy caused.
He Muchen listened to Yang Haoran’s enticing words, feeling there was some reason to them, yet her理智 (rational mind) told her she should follow the rules. Torn by this conflict, she asked, “What else can we play? Isn’t the bedroom for normal lovemaking?”
Yang Haoran sensed the loosening of He Muchen’s psychological defenses. He wantonly played with her pair of full, large breasts, the two big tits morphing into various lewd shapes like dough, becoming playthings in his hands. The lubrication from the water made the sensation even more pleasurable. He gave an example: “Auntie He, just like the lingerie you wore today, we could also incorporate some toys, or maybe try some roleplay.”
“Roleplay?” He Muchen was puzzled.
“Hehe…” Yang Haoran leaned close to her ear and said with a mischievous tone, “You mustn’t get angry when I say it, Auntie He.”
His mysterious demeanor piqued He Muchen’s curiosity. “Auntie won’t be angry. Tell me, Haoran.”
“Didn’t I tell you before, Auntie, that I lacked maternal love in my childhood?” Yang Haoran laid the groundwork first, then revealed his wolfish ambition: “Then, Auntie, you could play the role of my mother, and I’ll be your son. Wouldn’t that make our play even more exciting?”
Yang Haoran’s shocking words made He Muchen exclaim in surprise, “Wouldn’t that be incest?”
“Tsk tsk tsk… Auntie, you’re misunderstanding.” Yang Haoran corrected her, “It’s roleplay, not real. Just like when I called you a slut earlier—are you actually a slut, Auntie?” He Muchen’s face flushed red, leaving her speechless. She stammered, “Isn’t that… inappropriate?”
Yang Haoran pressed his advantage: “What’s inappropriate about it? Auntie He, wouldn’t you feel excited when I call you Mommy?”
“Mommy… Mommy…” Yang Haoran called out several times in succession, evoking an indescribable thrill within He Muchen. Her breathing grew rapid. Flustered, she interrupted him, “You child… have no shame. Stop saying that. Auntie can’t take it.”
Taboos are meant to be broken precisely because they defy conventional morality, possessing a magic that breaks the bonds of rules. They are like enchanting datura flowers—dangerous, alluring, swaying enticingly for everyone who gazes upon them, causing them to succumb.
Yang Haoran continued to entice her: “Auntie He, we’re not real mother and son. Listen to me, let’s play at mother-son incest.”
“No… Haoran, that’s going too far.” Although somewhat tempted, He Muchen was still bound by deep-rooted societal constraints and shook her head in refusal.
Yang Haoran didn’t show disappointment. At least his efforts during this time had shaken Auntie He’s resolve. Besides, they weren’t real mother and son; this threshold wasn’t that high.
“Haoran, you don’t… have feelings for your own mother, do you?” He Muchen asked belatedly.
At the same time, Yang Haoran patted her buttocks. She instinctively braced her hands against the tiles and arched her hips backward. Yang Haoran sheathed himself fully to the hilt, a comfortable pleasure washing over him. As he slowly thrust his hips, fucking Auntie He’s promiscuous cunt, he said, “When I was little, I somewhat hated her. Later, that feeling changed…”
Yang Haoran’s low voice narrated, accompanied by He Muchen’s melodious moans, all concealed beneath the sound of the rushing water…
From the living room, balcony, bathroom, to the bedroom—every place bore traces of their illicit union. Yang Haoran was euphorically blissful but also utterly exhausted. Later, the semen he ejaculated was as thin as clear water.
Lubricated by carnal desire, their feelings for each other grew even deeper. Yang Haoran confessed some of the “scars” in his heart, receiving He Muchen’s gentle comfort in return. This made He Muchen feel pity for his experiences, all the while remaining completely unaware that she was falling into the vast web of lies Yang Haoran had woven for her.
Tragic circumstances always evoke compassion in kind-hearted people, leading them to grant the other greater leniency!
Especially for a kind-hearted single mother with a child of her own—He Muchen was undoubtedly such a person!
She wasn’t noble; she had her selfish desires too. But within her capabilities, she could offer the utmost tenderness to the other.
In the end, He Muchen still agreed to Yang Haoran’s absurd proposal. It was getting late; she was worried her son would be home soon, and she wasn’t psychologically prepared yet. So she promised that next time, she would play the role of his mother and let him fuck her to vent his emotions.
What surprised Yang Haoran even more was that Auntie He also agreed to let him lightly abuse her to vent the malice in his heart.
What Yang Haoran didn’t know was that He Muchen wanted him to release these negative emotions onto her, so his psyche could return to normal. She deeply understood that the misfortunes of his childhood had left him resentful, even slightly扭曲 (warped) psychologically.
This was the only thing she could do for him before she left a month later!
When Yang Haoran left Auntie He’s home, it was already past five. The setting sun cast its remaining glow—brilliant and beautiful—upon the face of the youth as he headed home.