What was destined to come would eventually arrive. Liu Ruoxi’s composure returned in merely a breath’s time, and Yang Haoran clicked open the USB drive. There was only one folder. He continued and clicked into it.
The screen changed, displaying rows upon rows of video thumbnails. The covers featured women of various sorts with exposed bodiesโsome making seductive expressions, some with unclear objects in their mouths, some wearing semi-transparent white gossamer dresses, their hands overlapped demurely on their lower abdomens in a superficially dignified and elegant pose.
Yet the transparent white gowns were practically illusory, doing nothing to hide the luscious, enticing cherries and the lush, thriving meadow below…
Titles included: “High School Student Roughly Fucks Busty Tutor, Heir to Noodle Shop,” “Kneeling to Suck the Dragon Root, The Debauched Slutty Wife’s Promiscuous Office Adventure…”
His mind went completely blank in an instant. He stood there frozen, utterly stunned, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
Yang Haoran was bewildered, instantly dumbfounded. These familiar images and words…
He had thought about “study materials,” but he never expected it to be this kind of study material?
“M-m-m-mom…” Yang Haoran’s lips trembled, his hands shaking slightly. “Wh-what… what is this?”
Liu Ruoxi, after all, was no ordinary person. Her mental fortitude was extremely strong. Her face remained calm, her tone natural as she spoke: “Your study materials.”
“Open one.”
Yang Haoran’s brain felt as if it were filled with water, muddled and confused. Hearing his mother’s words, his hand subconsciously obeyed and clicked on a video.
As the page slowly unfolded on the display, it showed a living room. A beautiful, mature woman with huge breasts and full hips, wearing a semi-transparent white gown, her small hands overlapped demurely on her lower abdomen.
She was like a commodity put on display. Several men stood before her, their eyes roaming brazenly over her body.
The men chatted and commented freely. The beautiful mature woman’s face showed shame, and she occasionally answered their questions.
Seeing this scene, Yang Haoran finally snapped awake. What had he just done? Opened a porno in front of his own mother?
Had his courage grown too fat? Or had his wings hardened?
His face turned pale. Thinking his mother intended to confront him about his previous “study materials,” he quickly put on a pitiful expression, scrambling and rolling off the computer chair. Without another word, he hugged his mother’s long, perfectly shaped jade-like legs, his face full of misery as he pleaded: “My beautiful and benevolent mother, your humble son knows his wrongs. Your humble son dares not do it again.”
“Please, in your great magnanimity, could you possibly forgive your humble son this once?”
Yang Haoran clung desperately to his mother’s leg, as if he wouldn’t let go unless she forgave him.
However, the smooth feel of the stockings, the slight pressure, as if through the silk he could feel her fair, soft skinโdelicate, smooth, like caressing a fine piece of jadeโcaused him to actually linger with enjoyment for a moment.
This feel was just too amazing!
Feeling her son’s restless paws crawling all over, even lightly pinching, kneading, and groping, Liu Ruoxi’s composure broke. She scolded sharply: “Let go. Now.”
“I won’t let go! If you don’t forgive me, I’ll never let go, even if I die!”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran pretended to cry pitifully, feigning misery to gain sympathy,้กบๅฟ pressing his face against his mother’s beautiful leg.
His warm cheek pressed against the black stockings, thin as cicada wings. Through the stockings, he could feel the soft, cool skin of his mother’s beautiful leg. His face rubbed slightly against the stockings, indulging in the silky smoothness.
At this moment, Yang Haoran’s head buzzed. Feeling the soft sensation transmitted to his cheek, he felt that not only was his courage too fat and his wings too hard, but he had finally gone completely mad.
But this cool, soft, supple, and bouncy sensation made him so reluctant to let go that he touched, kneaded, and pinched without a single thought passing through his brain.
“Yang… Hao… ran…” Liu Ruoxi felt her son’s dog paws becoming increasingly excessive, now groping all the way up to her thigh. Her expression icy, she spoke word by word, her tone severe and terrifying.
If she didn’t stop him now, this brat really was about to fly up to the heavens.
His mother’s severe, terrifying voice fell on his ears, word by word. Yang Haoran understood she was truly angry. Although somewhat reluctant internally, he still regretfully loosened his hands.
Those flawless, jade-like legs were right before his eyes, yet suddenly distant again.
Between his breaths, he could still smell that fragrant scentโlight, elegant, yet like a flower on a high peak, refreshing and invigorating.
He didn’t dare act cheeky anymore. To do so now would truly be seeking death.
Yang Haoran slumped his face, kneeling and sitting before his mother, slightly bowing his head like a child who knew his wrongs, awaiting his mother’s forgiveness.
Once free, Liu Ruoxi took several deep, trembling breaths, causing her majestic peaks to rise and fall violently, swelling as if about to burst.
Those enormous mountains, exquisitely shaped, their deep ravinesๆฉๆฆๅจไธ่ตท, surged like waves.
One person stood with a frightening expression, one knelt sitting dejectedly.
The atmosphere solidified, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Only the lewd sounds from the side continued to play. The images on the display had already moved into the main event.
After a long while, a decree reached Yang Haoran’s ears, and he felt as if granted a great pardon.
“Get up.”
The voice was clear and pleasant, like a nightingale’s call. Although the tone was slightly cold, it was overall่ถไบๅนณๆทก.
Yang Haoran cautiously got to his feet, his face putting on its usual playful smile: “Mother, you’re not angry anymore?”
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxi swept a glance at her son. “I’m not angry. Now, take your pants off.”
Huh?
Before Yang Haoran could fully emerge from his joy, tragedy descended from the heavens. Thinking his mother was going to whip him again, he quickly fawned and่ฎจๅฅฝ้: “Mother, why is that?”
How did I give birth to such a thing?
Liu Ruoxi resignedly closed her eyes to regulate her breathing. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. He is my son… I have responsibility.
Opening her eyes, Liu Ruoxi glanced discreetly at her son’s pants. He was wearing shorts. The area between his legs was flat.
She sighed inwardly and said: “Just do as I say and take them off. No more nonsense.”
Unclear of his mother’s intention, Yang Haoran, lacking confidence, obediently took off his shorts.
“The underwear too.”
Then, a light voice came from beside him.
Take them off? Or not?
Yang Haoran hesitated. Finally, mumbling something, he still took them off.
A rare trace of shyness appeared on his expression because his lower body was exposed to the air, his little brother hanging down limp under his mother’s gaze.
Liu Ruoxi’s gaze fell on her son’s penis. It hung down vertically, soft and limp like a small worm, yet this worm was about seven or eight centimeters long.
If it were to swell up, doubling in length would be no problem.
Liu Ruoxi told her son to sit on the computer chair and look at the display.
Yang Haoran didn’t understand why, but he still obediently followed his mother’s instruction and looked at the screen.
On the display, the beautiful mature woman’s full, fair body was่ถดๅจๅบไธ like a bitch in heat, her ass raised high. One man held her plump buttocks, grunting and thrusting vigorously into her. “Smack… smack… smack…” The loud sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room.
Yet the beautiful mature woman’s small mouth also got no rest. Another man squatted in front of her, gripping her hair, his thick, black, gleaming cock deeply inserted into her throat. The man thrust his hips, fucking her mouth back and forth with a look ofไบซๅ on his face.
Her enormous breasts swayed precariously. A third man lying beneath her had one cherry nipple in his mouth, while his hand roughly kneaded the other. The slick, soft, massive breast was squeezed flat and rolled round, his fingers sinking deep into the fair flesh. It seemedไธ็ๅฟ, trying to escape, overflowing from between the gaps of his fingers.
The beautiful mature woman’s expression seemed pained, yet seemed toไบซๅ. Her hair flew about as lewd moans escaped her lips.