The two sat on the sofa, chatting idly while watching TV. Their discussion revolved entirely around how to train Shen Qing, who was still busy in the kitchen, completely unaware that her son and her young lover had reached an agreement and were discussing how to further develop her.
Zhou Shiwen was immensely interested in the topic and offered Yang Haoran several suggestions. These included the idea of triple penetration for his mother and the arrangement of training tasks, with him taking responsibility for supervising his motherโs completion of the tasks assigned by Haoran.
Yang Haoran, curious, asked how he knew so many็ฉๆณ (play methods). Zhou Shiwen candidly admitted that he had learned it all from the book his mother wrote, “Bitch and Master.” Yang Haoran suddenly understood.
Discussing such topics with Aunt Shen’s son, Shiwen, also gave Yang Haoran a thrilling sense of stimulation. He spoke eloquently: “Shiwen, let me tell you, I’ve already popped your mother’s cherry (anal virginity). She also frequently gives me blowjobs. Her pussy is incredibly wet and produces a lot of fluid. When I fuck her to orgasm, her cunt is like a fountain, truly spectacular. Shiwen, for any man, your mother is a premium flesh toilet.”
There was a note of pride in Yang Haoran’s words, pride in possessing Aunt Shen, this exceptional rarity among women. His words further revealed that he had already achieved the feat of triple penetration with Aunt Shen.
As for referring to her as “your mother” instead of directly calling her Aunt Shen, this was actually suggested by Zhou Shiwen, who found it much more stimulating to hear.
Yang Haoran found it a bitๆ ่ฏญ (speechless/awkward), but he indulged his childhood best friend.
“Haoran, hearing this makes me envy you. My mother is so submissive to you.”
Zhou Shiwen hadn’t expected that his mother had already been subjected to triple penetration by his best friend Haoran, but his interest didn’t wane: “What I meant was, can you simultaneously penetrate my mother’s pussy, mouth, and asshole, thus occupying all of her at once?”
Yang Haoran’s mouth fell open. Zhou Shiwen, not understanding why, watched as Yang Haoran pointed behind him.
Before Zhou Shiwen could turn his head, it was suddenly struck with a sharp knock, and his ear was tightly twisted. Shen Qing’s stunningly beautiful face appeared,
Her magnetic, melodious mature woman’s voice sounded by Zhou Shiwen’s ear: “Wenwen, what were you saying about Mom?”
Zhou Shiwen’s head and ear throbbed with pain, making him shiver. Before he could react, Shen Qing’s gentle and pleasing voice exploded like thunder in his ear.
Zhou Shiwen’s face turned pale with fright. He twisted his head to see his mother’s gorgeous, captivating face smiling at him like a fox spirit.
“Mom…” Zhou Shiwen had always been a well-behaved child in the eyes of his teachers. At this moment, however, he hung his head in shame, unable to face her.
Shen Qing initially intended to say more, to scold him, but seeing her son Shiwen’s rare expression of shame, she found herself at a loss for words.
“Alright, alright, Wenwen, Mom doesn’t blame you.” Shen Qing released Shiwen’s ear. Zhou Shiwen looked up,้พไปฅ็ฝฎไฟก (unable to believe it). Shen Qing said with feigned nonchalance, “Haven’t you read the book Mom wrote? If Mom could write that kind of book, how could I possibly blame you for discussing these things?”
“Don’t worry, Mom doesn’t blame you!” Shen Qing playfully winked at her son. Her eyes, at that moment,
in Zhou Shiwen’s view, were like the starry sky on an autumn night, deep and mysterious, shimmering with endless radiance. As her gaze shifted, it seemed as if ten thousand kinds of charm were dancing within, so bewitching it was irresistible.
This extremely alluring posture and her magnanimous attitude instantly brought hot tears to Zhou Shiwen’s eyes. Feeling as if he had lost his way but now found it, he said shamefully, “Mom, I’m sorry, I will never say such things again…”
However, completely unexpected by both Zhou Shiwen and Yang Haoran, Shen Qing interrupted him. With a captivating smile, she said, “No, Mom likes hearing it. Isn’t that right, Little Ranran?”
Seeing Aunt Shen turn her gaze to him and recalling her masochistic psychologyโher enjoyment of being trained and humiliatedโYang Haoran suddenly understood. This was merely about the person humiliating Aunt Shen becoming her son, Zhou Shiwen. Perhaps Aunt Shen also found a different kind of stimulation in it. So, he nodded in agreement: “Yes, Shiwen, don’t blame yourself. Aunt Shen doesn’t mind these things.”
“On the contrary, Shiwen, maybe Aunt Shen also likes you saying some humiliating things to her. Isn’t that right, Aunt Shen?” Yang Haoran added, looking at the charming and captivating Aunt Shen.
Zhou Shiwen looked at his mother้พไปฅ็ฝฎไฟก (in disbelief). Shen Qing gave a warm smile and,้กบไป (submitting to) Little Ranran’s meaning, nodded.
Although her initial intention moments before had been to scold her son, she couldn’t deny that after experiencing a bit of anger, a never-before-felt sense of stimulation surged within her.
Because the person saying these things was her own biological son!
Theๅ ไบบ (several people’s) lewd exchange was shocking and outrageous, yet it maintained a friendly atmosphere, harmonious and agreeable.
Hearing his mother’s understanding and his best friend Haoran’s comfort, Zhou Shiwen felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart. His whole body felt light, as if floating on clouds.
Having resolved her son’s concerns, the graceful Shen Qing walked with measured steps to Yang Haoran’s side. Aunt Shen’s full, round peach-like buttocks slowly traced a tempting heart shape before Yang Haoran’s eyes as she settled comfortably beside him.
Shen Qing took Yang Haoran’s hand and, in front of her son, interlaced her fingers with his. Yang Haoran felt the warmth and softness of Aunt Shen’s jade-like hand. Before he could ponder, Aunt Shen’s stunningly beautiful face drew near, bringing with it a fragrant breeze. With a captivating blink of her enchanting eyes,
Her vermilion lips parted slightly: “Little Ranran, will you listen to Wenwen’s suggestion?”
Yang Haoran was initially baffled. Then, recalling the statement by Shiwen that Aunt Shen had overheard, he instantly understood. He asked doubtfully, “How is that even possible? I don’t know how to clone myself.”
Shen Qing, smiling, turned to look at her son, who wore an expression of anticipation: “Wenwen, it was your suggestion. What do you think?”
Being looked at by both his mother and Haoran, Zhou Shiwen inevitably felt somewhat embarrassed. But thinking that his mother really didn’t seem to mind, he mustered his courage and said: “I was thinking… Haoran… Mom could be on all fours… for Haoran to take her from behind… A custom-made toy based on Haoran’s size could be inserted into Mom’s asshole… Then… then… also custom-make a standing dummy that looks like Haoran… then… then… Mom could give it a blowjob…”
Zhou Shiwen spoke incoherently, stumbling over his words, but both Yang Haoran and Shen Qing understood his meaning. They exchanged a glance. Shen Qing saw the flicker of interest in Little Ranran’s eyes and shot him a charming, reproachful look.
Before Yang Haoran could say anything, Shen Qing looked at her son Shiwen, who seemed both ashamed and expectant, and said with a smile, “Mom agrees, Wenwen. We’ll do as you said. Mom will go order the custom toys.”
Thinking his mother agreed for his sake, Zhou Shiwen was immediately overjoyed and excitedly said, “Mom, I’ll record a video of you two when the time comes.”
Understanding her son’s cuckolding fetish (็ปฟๆฏๅฟ็ – lit. ‘green mother psychology’), Shen Qing shot her son an exasperated look: “Understood, Mom’s little cuckold Wenwen.” (็ปฟๆฏ้พ – lit. ‘green turtle’, a term for a cuckold).
Seeing his mother agree, even being called a cuckold by her, Zhou Shiwen couldn’t hide his joy and chuckled happily.
Just then, Shen Qing’s phone rang. She answered it and seemed somewhat surprised, but handled the call.
“Whose call was it, Aunt Shen?”
Yang Haoran, being close, faintly heard an adult male’s voice, which immediately stirred a sense of discomfort within him.
Shen Qing, how could she not understand the petty jealousy of her young lover? She explained with a laugh: “It was the security guard. A student I previously sponsored who comes from a poor family came to visit me, but was stopped by the residential complex security.”
“I need to go pick him up. The food is ready; you guys bring it to the living room and wait for me to come back to eat.”