Shen Qing felt that things weren’t so simple, but since her son was still present, she didnβt press further.
“Aunt Shen, what did you tell my mom?”
“Don’t worry~ Xiao Ranran, your aunt still dotes on you.” Yang Haoran understood her meaning and immediately felt relieved.
“Xiao Ranran, donβt blame your aunt for not warning you, Ruoxi isnβt that easy to fool.” Shen Qing thought for a moment, then continued in a instructive tone: “Youβre not yet an adult. Staying out all night is inappropriate, and your family worries.”
Yang Haoran felt a warm current flow through his heart. Familyβthe implied meaning was that Aunt Shen was exactly that, wasnβt she?
So Aunt Shen had been worried about him last night too. He had really been thinking with his dick last night.
Yulin Residential District, Aunt Shen’s villa.
After arriving home, Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen sat on the living room sofa watching TV, while Aunt Shen busied herself in the kitchen.
Zhou Shiwen glanced at the figure bustling around in an apron in the kitchen and couldnβt hide his envy as he said to Yang Haoran beside him, “Haoran, sometimes I really wonder if I was actually adopted.”
Yang Haoran, focused on the TV, was baffled: “What?”
Zhou Shiwen sighed and pointed toward Shen Qing in the kitchen: “My mom is like a noblewoman from ancient timesβher fingers never touch the kitchen work. I grew up eating hotel food.”
“Unless it was for the New Year or some special holiday, thatβs basically how itβs always been for me. But every time you come over, she cooks.”
“Tell me, how could I not envy you?” Zhou Shiwen was well aware of the relationship between his mom and Haoran, but even before their relationship was confirmed, when they were kids, it was the same.
So when he was little, he often invited Haoran over to play, because that way he could eat his momβs home-cooked meals.
Yang Haoran was somewhat surprised: “Aunt Shen doesnβt cook often?”
“Yeah,” Zhou Shiwen nodded.
Yang Haoran felt a sense of shared experience and said self-deprecatingly, “Shiwen, actually, Iβm the same. When I was little, my mom was busy with company affairs. Forget cookingβshe often wasnβt even home. It was always my dad who cooked.”
“Back then, I was the one who envied you. At least Aunt Shen was home to keep you company.”
Zhou Shiwen recalled that when they were kids, Aunt Liu was indeed rarely seen.
Yang Haoran looked at Zhou Shiwen and smiled: “So back then, whenever you asked me to come over and play, Iβd come running over happily. At your place, not only did I have someone to play games with, but I also got to eat Aunt Shenβs cooking.”
“Itβs just that Aunt Shen often teased me when I was little. After a while, I became nervous around her and developed a bit of a psychological shadow. I didnβt really dare to come to your house anymore.”
Zhou Shiwen couldnβt help but laugh upon hearing this, recalling Haoranβs embarrassed look as a child. It was still funny to think about now.
“Haoran, then when did you and my mom startβ¦ that kind of relationship?”
Yang Haoran rubbed his nose: “It was only fairly recently, actually.”
“Did you pursue my mom?” Zhou Shiwen couldnβt help but be curious. Although he knew about the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship between Yang Haoran and his mom, he didnβt know how it had happened.
Yang Haoran thought that since they had both come clean last time, it should be fine to talk about it now. So he briefly explained how it happened, though he left out the part about his own mom.
When Zhou Shiwen heard that his mom had pretended to be a prostitute to seduce Haoran, even sending him provocative photos, and that in the end she had revealed herself to be a bitch in heat who wanted to acknowledge Haoran as her master, he couldnβt help but feel stirred up. His face flushed with excitement, and his lower body grew hard.
Seeing Zhou Shiwenβs excited expression, Yang Haoran connected it to his cuckolding fetish toward his mother and understood.
“Soβ¦ Shiwen, how did you develop that kind ofβ¦ mentality?”
To avoid making Shiwen uncomfortable, Yang Haoran phrased itε§ε©ly.
“You mean the cuckolding fetish?”
Zhou Shiwen smiled sheepishly: “I wonβt hide it from you, Haoran. Initially, it was curiosity about that novel my mom wrote.”
“My momβs writing is really good. I was completely captivated. And because the portrayals of the male and female leads were quite clear, it didnβt take me long to realize that the male lead prototype was you, and the female lead prototype was my mom. I thought I would feel upset, but instead, after projecting you and my mom onto the characters, I found myself getting even more immersed.”
Zhou Shiwen scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly at this point: “After that, the video you shared that day had that kind of theme, so I secretly watched the whole thing. It stimulated me more than other videos, and that feelingβ¦ how should I put itβ¦ it was like my whole body was floating⦔
Zhou Shiwen looked at Yang Haoran with a wry smile: “Does saying this make me seem like a pervert?”
Yang Haoran didnβt fully understand that mentality, but he naturally wasnβt foolish enough to rebuke or lecture Shiwen and make him feel ashamed. On the contrary, he comforted him: “Shiwen, itβs really nothing. Weβve grown up playing together; weβre as close as can be. Becoming even closer isnβt a bad thing. Anyway, this matter is only known to the three of us. What we do behind closed doors is our own business; no one else can interfere.”
Seeing the grateful look in Shiwenβs eyes, he continued: “Shiwen, you also know that Aunt Shen has masochistic tendencies. Let me tell you a secretβI actually have sadistic tendencies too.”
“I enjoy disciplining and toying with women. Aunt Shen and I are both willing participants. Moreover, for us, the discipline is more like a form of erotic play between a man and a woman.”
As Zhou Shiwen listened, his mind couldnβt help but conjure images of Haoran disciplining his mother. Just the thought made his lower body ache with hardness. Unable to contain his excitement, he asked: “Then, Haoran, does that thing you promised me last time still count?”
“Of course it does!”
Yang Haoran knew what Zhou Shiwen meant and gave him reassurance: “In the future, when Aunt Shen and I play at home, Shiwen, could you help with recording?”
Faced with this dream-come-true opportunity, Zhou Shiwenβs heart pounded with excitement. He looked at Haoran gratefully and said: “Haoran, donβt worry, leave the recording to me.”
“Itβs just⦔ Zhou Shiwen hesitated awkwardly: “Could I keep a copy of the videos?”
Yang Haoran gave him a strange look,ζζ ¨ing at the severity of Shiwenβs cuckolding fetish. Considering their relationship, he readily agreed.
With Shiwen around, playing with Aunt Shen would undoubtedly be more thrilling, both psychologically and physically. And Aunt Shenβs body would probably be even more sensitive.
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