“My mom is so beautiful. Couldn’t you have treated her better?”
Hearing Wei Ming’s words, Yang Haoran helplessly spread his hands. “Your mom is indeed very beautiful, but there are others even more beautiful than her who also become bitches. So I can’t play favorites—they’re all my women.”
If anyone else had said this, Wei Ming wouldn’t have believed it. But thinking of Xiao Shaowan and Ji Youxi, he couldn’t bring himself to ask his best friend to take special care of his mother anymore.
Besides, if his mom got “special care” from Dead Rat, she might end up even worse off.
“Rat, sometimes I really envy you.”
Wei Ming took a deep drag of his cigarette, no longer hiding his jealousy. “We’re the same age, so how come you get to live such a carefree and happy life, even having your own den of debauchery?”
“The mom I’ve fantasized about day and night but never dared to make a move on is just a bitch and a plaything in your hands. It pisses me off!”
As he spoke, Wei Ming irritably stubbed out his cigarette, lit another one, took a puff, and exhaled while looking at Yang Haoran. “You know, Rat, when you were groping my mom’s tits earlier, I wanted to reach out and feel them too, but I didn’t dare. And her big, full ass—so plump and tempting—I wanted to hold her and fuck her too, even if she is my mom.”
These words were undoubtedly self-mocking, filled with regret. But Yang Haoran didn’t dare respond. He would never let Aunt He and Xiao Mingzi commit mother-son incest—that would be like cuckolding himself. Was he out of his mind?
Seeing that his best friend Dead Rat still didn’t respond, Wei Ming felt utterly disappointed. Unwilling to give up, he asked one last time: “Rat, if I had the courage to touch my mom now, would you be willing to help me just once?”
This time, Yang Haoran couldn’t pretend not to hear. He sighed. Thinking there was hope, Wei Ming continued: “As long as you help me fuck my mom just once, you can take her away and keep her however you want afterward. She’ll belong to you from then on—I won’t interfere.”
Troubled, deeply troubled—Yang Haoran truly felt conflicted. He shook his head and said, “Xiao Mingzi, I could never agree to that. Your mom is already my woman.”
“Forget whether I’d agree or not—Aunt He would never consent to it. If you do this, you’ll only drive Aunt He away from both you and me.”
Seeing Wei Ming smoking despondently, no longer speaking, Yang Haoran sighed deeply, feeling a pang of sympathy. He understood how Wei Ming felt—it was like his own obsessive infatuation with his mother. The only difference was that he had succeeded, while Wei Ming had not.
“Xiao Mingzi, if it were before, if you’d had the courage and the intention back then, I would’ve been willing to help you. I might even have let Aunt He belong to you forever.”
“But it’s too late now. I’m scared, you know? Once you’ve tasted your mom, you’d never let go. We might even become enemies because of her. Do you want to see that happen?”
Wei Ming wanted to say he wouldn’t, but the words caught in his throat. What was the use of saying such things now? He had already lost his mom—did he want to lose their friendship too?
He cherished their friendship deeply. It had always been pure, but once his mother became involved, he couldn’t look at it the same way. In the end, he lowered his head deeply and only heard a murmur accompanied by cigarette smoke: “Yeah… it’s too late…”
…
“How did the talk go? Did Xiao Ming agree?”
As soon as Yang Haoran returned to the master bedroom, he heard Aunt He’s question.
“He agreed. Once the semester ends, you can just come with me, Aunt He.”
Yang Haoran nodded in response.
He Muchen blushed, seemingly thinking of something, and asked shyly: “Haoran, when I go with you, do I really have to be a bitch?”
Yang Haoran teased with a laugh: “You know my preferences. Look at that big ass and those big tits of yours—you’re just meant to be a bitch. When I take you in, I’ll get you a golden collar.”
His words made He Muchen’s face bloom like a peach blossom, filled with shame. After a moment, she shook her head: “No need for real gold—it’s too wasteful. You can just buy one mixed with gold powder, or even a gold-plated one. Auntie is yours now—I’ll listen to you.”
Her concern about saving money took Yang Haoran by surprise. He found it both funny and exasperating: “Aren’t you more concerned about being a bitch?”
“Haven’t you already made me call you Master?”
He Muchen understood this kid’s desires. It was a pity she realized it too late—she was already inseparable from him.
Yang Haoran awkwardly rubbed his nose: “Alright, as long as you’re willing to come with me, Aunt He. The place is quite big. I’ll take you out to sunbathe often.”
“There won’t be outsiders, will there?”
“No, it’s a private estate surrounded by high walls.”
“Haoran, didn’t you say it was just a house?”
He Muchen looked at him in surprise. A private estate?
“Hehe… Aunt He, I can’t just keep you, my bitch, locked in a cage all the time. You need space to run around, you slut.”
The two of them lay on the bed, sharing intimate words. Yang Haoran teasingly slipped his hand under He Muchen’s bodycon skirt, reaching her private parts. Finding them already slightly wet, he inserted two fingers straight in.
“Mmm~”
He Muchen let out a soft moan, her body trembling, but she didn’t scold him. Instead, she obediently leaned into his embrace and asked: “Do you really plan to give this house to Xiao Ming?”
Yang Haoran slowly moved his fingers, fingering her pussy, and replied: “Yes, I’ll transfer it to him after the semester ends. But Aunt He, you’ll be leashed and taken away by me.”
“Mmm~~ Mhmm~~ That’s not much different from now~~ Mmm~~”
He Muchen suppressed her pleasure, letting the kid play with her.
“There is a difference. If you misbehave there, I’ll whip you like a dog during training.”
Yang Haoran said this deliberately to scare her.
“Haven’t you already whipped me before?”
He Muchen’s face was flushed, her tone soft and seductive: “Don’t worry, Auntie isn’t a child. I’ll behave. Besides, if I don’t, won’t you use the whip to discipline me?”
She’s getting sluttier by the day, Yang Haoran cursed inwardly, quickening the pace of his thrusting and even producing obvious squelching sounds.
“Ahhh~~ No, Master~~ Mmmhh~~ Too fast~~ My slutty pussy is going to be fucked raw~~ Ahah~~”
He Muchen trembled all over, shaking from the stimulation. Then she heard Yang Haoran loudly scold: “You slutty bitch, scream louder for me…”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran’s movements grew rougher, his fingers thrusting rapidly, ruthlessly ravaging He Muchen’s private parts.
He Muchen could no longer form a complete sentence. Her dignified, beautiful face twisted slightly as she cried out and begged, her body arching subtly.
Seeing Aunt He’s expression of both pleasure and agony, Yang Haoran felt exhilarated, but he showed no intention of stopping. He loved hearing women wail beneath him—just like now, with Aunt He completely under his control, her pussy being ravaged by his hand, left to beg for his mercy.
And Yang Haoran showed no leniency toward Aunt He. Lost between pain and pleasure, He Muchen cried out as she reached climax, gasping rapidly.
Yang Haoran pulled out his dripping fingers, patted her ass, and commanded: “Lift that big ass up. Master is going to fuck you now.”
A post-orgasm pussy is always the wettest. Yang Haoran knew how to enjoy himself, especially since Aunt He had a fat, juicy one.