“Dad has never seen your slutty side!”
Yang Haoran secretly gloated to himself, then, under his mother’s piercing gaze from behind her gilt mask, he praised her lavishly: “Mother, what does dad know? With the sexy and alluring outfit you’re wearing now, what man wouldn’t get rock hard at the sight?”
Yang Haoran’s crude and blunt words made Liu Ruoxi’s delicate eyebrows furrow slightly. What was he taking her for?
Her tone instantly turned cold.
“Are you saying Mom is too slutty?”
“Not at all!” Yang Haoran shook his head like a rattle drum, then proactively took his mother’s fair, tender jade-like hand. His mother seemed to struggle in a fit of pique for a moment, but finding she couldn’t break free, she simply acquiesced and let him pull her to the bedside.
“Mom, I just love it when you dress like a slut,” Yang Haoran said, gesturing for his mother to sit down. “I’m your son. I’m the only one who has the right to call you slutty. If anyone else said it, I’d fight them to the death.”
“What nonsense are you talking!”
Liu Ruoxi complied with her son’s wishes and sat down. “Mom has only ever worn these sexy outfits for you to see. How would anyone else know about them?”
“Hehe, Mom, what made you think of wearing an erotic mask?” Yang Haoran sat down beside his mother, inhaling the rich, intoxicating fragrance emanating from her delicate body, his mind beginning to wander. He curiously examined the exquisitely crafted gilt mask on her face. “Mom, are you… feeling shy?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Liu Ruoxi let out a soft gasp as Yang Haoran wrapped his arm around her slender, soft waist. The pose of the mother and son was ambiguous, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Under the gilt mask, Liu Ruoxi’s stunningly beautiful cheeks flushed with a deep blush, a sight as breathtaking as blooming peach blossoms, though Yang Haoran was denied this exquisite view.
“Hmph, you’re overthinking it.” Liu Ruoxi snorted coldly, pretending to be composed and refusing to show weakness in front of her son. “I just thought the mask would add to the mood, to cater to your… preferences, that’s all.”
“Really, Mom? You’re not just switching to a mask because you learned your lesson from last time with the blindfold, so you don’t bump into things again?”
“Hehe, when did Mom ever agree to play those kinds of games with you tonight?”
Hearing the sarcasm in his mother’s tone, Yang Haoran wasn’t angered. Instead, one of his lustful paws climbed to her towering, ample peaks, slipping inside through the opening of her collar. His wrist pushed and pulled the obstructive dress down, partially undressing her and exposing one of her round, jade-like, snow-white massive breasts, so large that his splayed fingers couldn’t fully grasp it.
Liu Ruoxi let out a soft moan, seemingly uncomfortable, her brows knitting together, yet she did not stop her son’s wicked hand from toying with her breast.
The warm palm kneaded her breast as if playing with a toy, sending waves of tingling numbness through her. Unlike the usual rough handling, this time the pressure was more like a caress, gently squeezing and slowly releasing. Before long, Liu Ruoxi felt her sensitive nipple being pinched and rubbed between her son’s two fingers. His warm breath exhaled onto her neck, tickling her, yet it sent shivers of arousal through her delicate body.
“Mother, do you like having your tits played with by me?”
“I’m warning you, if you go as far as last time, nothing you say will work this time.” Despite Yang Haoran’s gentle rubbing of her nipple, Liu Ruoxi, well aware of her son’s nature, responded with stern words and a cold voice. Even in this defiled situation, her voice remained as pleasing to the ear as a celestial melody, carrying a slight tremolo that was utterly captivating.
“Mom, can’t you just endure a little hardship for my sake?”
Yang Haoran’s voice was full of grievance, as if he were the subordinate party. Yet, his fingernail scraped against Liu Ruoxi’s delectable, tender pink nipple. Each time the crimson berry standing erect on the snowy peak was grazed by his nail, it was like being brushed by wind and snow, swaying and trembling, as if being teased.
Feeling the peculiar sensations on her chest, Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks beneath the gilt mask grew increasingly warm. She pressed her lips together and said faintly, “Hardship? How do you have the nerve to say that? Hasn’t Mom endured every kind of hardship for you?”
“And you, can’t you change your abusive preferences? Do you really enjoy tormenting women that much?”
His mother’s tone was displeased, yet her calm delivery sounded more like she was discussing it with him, unlike her usual angry interrogations.
Yang Haoran felt extremely pleased inwardly, but he didn’t dare act arrogantly. Instead, he continued pitifully, “Mother, this is just my preference, I can’t change it. Think of it as me owing you. I’ll take good care of you and be filial in the future. Mom, just endure it for me, please!”
Liu Ruoxi was filled with helplessness. If her son were to use force, she could handle it better.
But now, acting all soft and pathetic like a pitiful little puppy, he was actually asking for her permission to abuse her. It was simply absurd.
“Believe you? Do you think Mom looks like an idiot who’s easy to fool?”
Seeing his mother look at him with an expression full of utter disdain, as if looking at a fool, Yang Haoran felt a wave of embarrassment. The hand kneading his mother’s breast paused for a moment before he continued nonchalantly, changing the subject. “Let me ask you, do you hope that your future daughter-in-law will serve your son with all her heart and effort?”
“No, I do not.”
After a moment’s thought, Liu Ruoxi detected the trap in her son’s words.
Huh?
Mom, you’re not following the script? Yang Haoran grumbled inwardly, then stubbornly pressed on: “Since ancient times, women have served men. Mom, you are my woman too, so naturally you should follow my wishes. You and Auntie Shen are best friends. Wouldn’t it be great if you both became the bitches under your son’s crotch?”
“I swear, aside from those times, I will respect you and Auntie Shen in daily life. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I’ll follow all your arrangements from now on, how does that sound?”
Yang Haoran painted a grand, seemingly incredibly enticing picture, one that even gave Liu Ruoxi a moment of hesitation, as if she were about to nod and agree.
However, remembering the experiences her best friend Shen Qing had recounted, she quickly cooled down as if splashed with a basin of cold water. Her beautiful eyes fixed on her son’s shifty ones as she posed a soul-searing question: “Would you make Mom drink your piss?”
Yang Haoran’s heart skipped a beat at his mother’s blunt question. The idea of making his celestial, beautiful mother degrade herself by drinking his urine was undoubtedly extremely thrilling. If she agreed, he would find it hard to convince himself not to satisfy this curiosity in the future.
“Well!… Yang Haoran… You actually have such thoughts.”
Seeing her son’s evasive eyes, Liu Ruoxi, enraged, pinched him hard, immediately causing Yang Haoran to cry out in pain and beg for mercy: “Mom, let’s take it slow. I’ll give you time to adjust… Ow ow ow, Mom, stop pinching, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
Yang Haoran’s submissive pleas for mercy quickly made Liu Ruoxi let go of him. Her high, voluptuous chest heaved violently, as if she were still not appeased, and she stared coldly at him.