The next morning, Zhou Shiwen woke up and went about his usual morning routine. His complexion was somewhat pale, and his steps were unsteady, as if he were suffering from kidney deficiency.
After Yang Haoran had taken Shen Qing to the second floor to sleep last night, Zhou Shiwen returned to his room and jerked off four or five times while watching the recorded videos. The lewd scene of his childhood friend Haoran driving his motherβwho had always seemed noble and beautiful in his eyesβlike livestock, making her crawl in circles, was extremely stimulating to him.
Although his mother had given him a free-rein upbringing, he had always maintained the image of a good child and a good student in front of her, her friends, and at school. But that was all in the past. Everything changed after he read the erotic novels his mother had written.
The authority of his mother, deeply ingrained in him since childhood, had grown strong within him.
She was charming and alluring in front of Haoran, yet dignified, elegant, gentle, and captivating in front of himβlike an enigmatic woman, beautiful and noble.
To him, his mother had always been the most beautiful woman. Even though Haoran’s mother, Aunt Liu, was exceptionally graceful and stunning, he still believed his mother was the most beautiful in his eyes.
She was the first woman he laid eyes on when he opened his eyes to the world, and since then, no other elegance in the world could surpass hers.
Zhou Shiwen had never harbored any blasphemous thoughts toward his mother. Her beauty bloomed like a flower, and he grew up breathing in her fragrance. Even without a father, he had always felt happy.
Until last night, when his mother, whom he had always seen as noble and impeccable, appeared in seductive attire, naked, being led out like a bitch by his childhood friend Haoran. The scene that unfolded before his eyes shattered his previous image of her as dignified and beautiful, creating a stark contrast. He felt stimulated; he felt excited.
Under Haoran’s feet, his mother was so debased, lewd, and obedient, like a pet raised by his friend, utterly devoid of human shame or a mother’s self-respect.
Even when Haoran drove her with a whip, making her crawl like livestock, he realized just how irresistible his mother was.
Her plump, peach-like buttocks swayed seductively with each crawl, and her round, enormous breasts trembled enticingly, extremely alluring.
So, his mother was also a womanβan incredibly seductive, unparalleled beauty. Even he could not resist her charm, and for the first time, he felt a covetous desire.
But Zhou Shiwen knew all too well that his mother belonged to his childhood friend Yang Haoran. So, he tentatively expressed his desire to fuck her. Even the taboo of incest could not hold back the surge of desire he felt at that moment. He knew his mother would not agree to let him fuck her, but if Haoran consented, given her current state, she would be unable to refuse. However, whether Haoran did not understand or simply did not want to share, he brushed off the topic instead.
At that moment, Zhou Shiwen felt immensely disappointed. But given his nature, he did not blame his friend. After all, Haoran had allowed him to watch, which he felt was already considerate of their long-standing friendship.
Afterward, Zhou Shiwen felt that he had changed. Whenever he saw his mother being pleasured by Haoran, he would fantasize about being Yang Haoran himself. His unsatisfied desires, mixed with a perverse cuckolding fantasy, made him even more excited and unable to stop.
But Zhou Shiwen could no longer see his mother merely as his mother. She was a woman, a beauty coveted by any man. Even as her son, he was no exception.
After Shen Qing was taken to the second floor by Yang Haoran, Zhou Shiwen knew what would happen but could not stop it, nor did he have any right to. After all, his mother and his friend were consenting adults.
Zhou Shiwen could only return to his room to seek solace.
He had no idea that Shen Qing had already sensed his desires and was planning to find him a woman.
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After finishing his morning routine, Zhou Shiwen, lost in his thoughts, walked up to the second floor. He hesitated for a moment outside the master bedroom but eventually pushed the door open.
The lewd scent immediately assaulted his nostrils, making him frown.
Next, the sight of Haoran lying side by side with his mother on the spacious bed came into view. The two were in an intimate position, covered by a thin quilt. Seemingly disturbed by the sound of the door opening, they both turned their gazes toward him.
“Good morning!” Zhou Shiwen greeted them awkwardly.
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“Good morning!” Yang Haoran stretched lazily. Noticing that Aunt Shen was about toζεΌθ’«εζεΌθ’«ε (lift the quilt), he said to Shiwen, who was smiling sheepishly, “Shiwen, could you step out for now? Your mother and I need to get ready.”
Zhou Shiwen already regretted entering. Hearing his friend’s words, he greeted his mother and hurriedly left the room.
“What? Are you afraid Auntie’s body will be seen by Xiao Wen?” Shen QingζεΌθ’«εζεΌθ’«ε (threw off the quilt) and got up, throwing a seductive glance at Yang Haoran.
“Hehe… it’s different now!” Yang Haoran said righteously. “Last night was last night. Today, we still need to be mindful of boundaries.”
Shen Qing understood the underlying meaning: he wanted her and her son to maintain distance in their daily interactions unless he was present. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Yang Haoran, and buried his head in her chest, using her actions to express her agreement.
Yang Haoran almost suffocated from the embrace.
Amid Shen Qing’s silvery laughter, the two got up and began tidying the master bedroom.
Afterward, they went to the bathtub to soak for a while. Yang Haoran could not keep his hands to himself, but Aunt Shen allowed him to touch her while refusing to let him fuck her. Yang Haoran thought about it and did not force her, guessing that both holes between her legs were still sore.
Finally, in the bathroom, Yang Haoran had Aunt Shen kneel and give him a blowjob.
Aunt Shen’s small mouth was stretched full by his large cock, emitting muffled sounds. Soon, she parted her red lips and began sucking and licking, her head bobbing back and forth as she occasionally changed angles. Her tongueη΅ζ΄»ε°η΅ζ΄»ε° (deftly) swept over the glans and slit, her lewd expression seeming to say just how delicious the cock was.
Then, Shen Qing pressed the entire cock against Yang Haoran’s lower abdomen, licking every inch of his testicles and shaft. After licking every part two or three times, she took the cock back into her mouth.
Yang Haoran enjoyed himself thoroughly, one hand greedily kneading Aunt Shen’s snow-white, enormous breasts. The smooth, tender flesh spilled out from between his fingers like fresh milk, adding to the lewd allure.
Beneath him, Aunt Shen continued sucking diligently, her expression utterly focused and satisfied. The lewd sounds of her sucking echoed incessantly in the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Yang Haoran could not help but shudder, giving the sperm-sucking enchantress what she desiredβhis holy offeringβand thus admitting defeat.
Yang Haoran had no clothes to change into here. When he came out of the bathroom, he wore a set of new clothes Aunt Shen had bought for Shiwen. Fortunately, the two were similar in age and height, so the clothes fit him passably.