Yet, as he watched such intensely stimulating scenes, Yang Haoran felt his lower body remain soft and utterly unresponsive.
Yang Haoran lowered his head to glance at his own little brother, then raised his head to look at the stimulating images on the display screen. His initial reaction was shock⦠then confusion⦠followed by panicked dismay.
Am I broken?
Yang Haoranβs mind went blank, this single thought surfacing in his head.
“Momβ¦ itβ¦ itβ¦ it⦔ At this moment, Yang Haoran could no longer care about embarrassment or shame. His face pale with panic, he stood up, pointing at his own completely unresponsive penis, and frantically gestured toward his mother, wanting to say something, but the words stuck in his throatβthe more frantic he became, the less he could speak.
Looking at her panicked son, Liu Ruoxiβs feelings were complicated. What she was about to do went against a womanβs virtue, against human morality.
She, too, felt considerable pressure, but seeing her son so utterly helpless, her heart felt as if struck a heavy blow, and instead, she calmed down.
Her expression remained normal as she slightly crouched down. Under her sonβs astonished gaze, her fair, slender, jade-like hand slowly wrapped around his cock.
Her cool, jade-like hand could feel the warmth of his cock. The moment she touched it, the cock seemed to be stimulated, twitching slightly.
“Moβ¦ Mommy.” Yang Haoranβs voice trembled slightly, his heart unsure whether it was filled more with excitement or disbelief.
Momβs hand is holding my cock?
If it were any other woman, Yang Haoran might not have thought much of it, or felt stimulatedβthat would be a normal reaction.
But who was this before him?
His own mother, a fairy-like beauty with an explosively sexy figure.
When her face was cold, she was like a high-altitude flower on a cliffβpure and untouched, something to be admired from afar but not profaned.
Being stared at by her icy gaze was like being exposed in a blizzard, piercing to the bone.
In his heart, she was like a lofty queenβdignified, elegant, noble, and aloofβwhile he, though her son, was as insignificant as a loach in the mud.
He was incredibly excited, and a surge of heat seemed to flow into his cock, causing it to swell slightly, no longer lying soft and limp like a long worm.
However, compared to its usual firm, upright state, his current little brother could only be considered barely stirring.
“Sit down.”
A faint blush rose on Liu Ruoxiβs cheeks, but to maintain her maternal authority, she spoke in a cold tone.
Following his motherβsη€Ίζ, Yang Haoran sat back down in the computer chair.
He wore a white shirt on his upper body, while his lower body was completely bare. Sitting in the computer chair with his legs spread apart, his slightly raised cock resembled a snakeβs head peeking up.
“Watch the video.”
Seeing her son staring fixedly at her, Liu Ruoxi kept a cold expression.
Yang Haoran couldnβt figure out what his mother intended today, but he didnβt dare disobey her command. Obediently, he shifted his gaze to the large-scale group activity on the display screen.
Liu Ruoxi pulled the computer chair back a little to make some space. She pondered for a moment; the system had three tasks.
Each task was more extreme than the last. After completing them, how would he view his mother from now on?
As outwardly cold and aloof, but actually a flirtatious, shameless slut who seduced her own son?
It would be better to complete the tasks under the pretext of treatment, thereby preserving her dignity as a mother.
Liu Ruoxi turned these thoughts over in her mind. She already had a rough plan drafted; now, she just needed to execute it accordingly.
“Watching the video, any reaction?” Liu Ruoxi asked calmly.
“No, Mom. Am Iβ¦ broken?” It was as if Yang Haoran had been jolted awake. If he were broken, what meaning would anything else have?
His face fell as he complained to his mother: “Mother, it only reacted a little when you touched it just now. Now there’s nothing again.”
Liu Ruoxi wasnβt in a hurry to complete the tasks now. She intended to explain the situation clearly to her son first.
“Dr. Hao told Mom that you might experience some aftereffects later, such as difficulty achieving an erection, and suggested that Mom help stimulate you at home to aid your recovery.”
Liu Ruoxi continued on her own: “Donβt overthink it. Remember, no matter what Mom does later, itβs all for your sake.”
Fearing the collapse of her image in her sonβs heart, Liu Ruoxi administered a preemptive warning. After all, her upcoming actions were utterly unbefitting of a mother and more resembled those of a slut.
In truth, Hao Lei had only advised her to show her son pornography, not to take to the field personally.
The unaware Yang Haoran now understood. So thatβs it. His excitement had been for nothing; he had thought his mother had intentions toward him.
After all, what mother would touch her sonβs lower body, alone with him in a room, playing lewd videos? No wonder he had let his imagination run wild.
Liu Ruoxi walked to the window and drew the curtains.
Instantly, the roomβs atmosphere was permeated with an indescribable, ambiguous air.
“Watch the video. Mom will help touch you to see if thereβs any reaction?” Liu Ruoxi said calmly as she came to her sonβs side.
After speaking, she crouched down slightly, extended her jade-like hand, and slowly wrapped it around her sonβs cock.
When not erect, a manβs lower body is soft. She held it, curiously giving it a slight squeeze.
Yang Haoran obediently appeared to watch the licentious scenes on the display, but his mind had long drifted to the mother currently holding his cock, his heart burning with fervor.
His cock showed a bit more reaction, swelling slightly.
In reality, mere touching couldnβt provide much pleasure; the intense stimulation he felt was mostly psychological.
“Move it a littleβ¦ Mom,” Yang Haoranβs voice trembled.
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxiβs fair, slender fingers wrapped around her sonβs cock, holding it lightly. After a momentβs hesitation, she carefully began to stroke it.
The soft worm seemed to be startled awake, slowly squirming, stretching its body, and expanding another circle.
Liu Ruoxi could clearly feel the changes in her sonβs cock. She gave it another light squeeze, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. Though it was better than before, the hardness was still just mediocre.
Feeling his motherβs soft, cool, jade-like hand somewhat awkwardly servicing his penis, Yang Haoran slumped pleasurably into the chair, legs spread wide, his slightly raised cock held and stroked back and forth by a pair of fair, jade-like hands.
Stimulated, a drop of glistening, sticky liquid secreted from the slit of his penis, slowly sliding down to drip onto his motherβs jade-like hand.
Liu Ruoxi looked at the male pre-ejaculate dripping onto her palm, her delicate eyebrows wrinkling slightly.
Remembering this was a normal male reaction, she said nothing. Using the liquid for lubrication, she continued sliding her hand up and down her sonβs penis.
Her technique was clearly unskilled, limited to a single motion, and she hadnβt quite mastered the pressure or technique.
Even so, Yang Haoran was utterly satisfied.
The thought that his dirty cock was secreting fluid, defiling his fairy-like motherβs jade hands, was incredibly stimulating to him.