Yang Haoran felt somewhat guilty, but his demeanor remained forceful: “What’s there to be afraid of? Afraid I won’t be able to fuck you? It’s the same with Mom. You’re all women, and women are meant to be fucked by men.”
“Mmm, that’s the right kind of dominance, my little master.” Shen Qing said, barely suppressing a laugh: “If Ruoxi resists, Auntie will hold her down for you, so you can fuck her hard.”
Auntie Shen’s lewd words stimulated Yang Haoran, making his little brother erect. Just the thought of such a scene made him feel unbearably excited.
“Tonight, Auntie has also prepared a surprise for you~” Shen Qing said leisurely at that moment.
“What surprise?” Yang Haoran’s curiosity was piqued.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. I won’t tell you even if you ask me now, hmph.” Shen Qing acted coquettishly like a little girl.
How could such an exquisitely charming and alluring demeanor not make people adore her? Yang Haoran was both curious and full of admiration for Auntie Shen.
Even though he knew this was Auntie Shen’s performance, he was still teased to the point of feeling restless and itchy.
What exactly could the surprise beโฆ
After arriving home, Shen Qing asked Yang Haoran to go wait in her bedroom first. She was going to cook, as Shiwen would be home soon.
Tonight was also a special night for her, representing her complete farewell to her previously dull and uneventful life. Among the reasons for cooking personally was also included a slight sense of guilt towards Shiwen.
She wasn’t a qualified mother!
As time passed slowly, Zhou Shiwen returned home.
As soon as he entered the door, he noticed his mother’s busy figure, carrying plate after plate of delicious dishes from the kitchen to the dining table. The food on the plates was steaming hot, clearly freshly prepared.
“Mom, is it some holiday today? Why are you cooking yourself?” Zhou Shiwen asked curiously as he walked over to inspect the dishes on the table.
In the past, his mother rarely cooked herself, basically always ordering a table of food from a hotel to be delivered. For so many years, unless it was during festivals or holidays, her fingers wouldn’t touch the spring water [idiom for doing housework].
“A holiday~ Let me think of a good reason to make up?” Shen Qing placed the last dish on the table, pretending to ponder.
Zhou Shiwen: “โฆ”
“Sit down and eat.” After setting out the bowls and chopsticks and serving the rice, Shen Qing called out to her son.
Zhou Shiwen sat down, glanced at the table, and found it strange. Why were there three bowls of rice?
Just as he was about to ask, he saw his mother take an empty ceramic plate and pick food from various dishes into it until the plate was piled high with food.
“Mom, who are you picking out food for? Is there a guest coming?”
Watching his mother, holding a plate full of food and a bowl of rice, about to walk away, Zhou Shiwen couldn’t help but ask.
“Haipeng is staying at our house tonight. He hasn’t eaten yet, and he’s not quite used to eating with us. Mom is taking some food to him.” Shen Qing, just about to walk away, explained upon hearing her son’s question.
“Ah?” Zhou Shiwen was somewhat shocked. When did that guy come to their house? And where would he sleep? He wouldn’t be sleeping with Mom, would he?
“Then where is he going to sleep?” A sudden feeling of unease rose in Zhou Shiwen’s heart.
Shen Qing gave her son a sidelong glance and said, “Our house has so many rooms. Why worry about not having a room to sleep in?”
Hearing this, Zhou Shiwen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. However, his mother’s next sentence completely stunned him, leaving him dumbfounded.
“Tonight, Haipeng will sleep with Mom. You be careful not to disturb him.” After instructing her son, Shen Qing carried the food and walked towards the staircase to the second floor.
She was afraid her son might suddenly go to her room, so she had to warn him first.
Watching his mother’s slender figure, Zhou Shiwen felt as if he had knocked over a bottle of mixed flavorsโhis emotions were in turmoil. The way his mother looked now, carrying the food upstairs, she seemed like a virtuous wife and loving mother, the mother he had dreamed of having since childhood.
But why wasn’t she like this towards him?
Zhou Shiwen looked at the array of delicious dishes on the table and suddenly lost his appetite, revealing a bitter smile.
โฆWhen Shen Qing returned, mother and son sat at the dining table. How could Shen Qing not notice Zhou Shiwen’s low spirits? She sighed, placed a piece of braised pork into his bowl, and comforted him: “Eat. Mom won’t do anything with him tonight, we’ll just sleep. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”
“Mm.” Zhou Shiwen didn’t know what he was feeling either, just that his heart felt stifled. But he couldn’t show it in front of his mother. He picked up the braised pork in his bowl and took a fierce bite, the juices spreading through his mouth.
Zhou Shiwen found this meal utterly tasteless. After eating his fill, he returned to his room alone.
His heart was in turmoil.
Although he knew he had that perverted,็ธๅฝข (deformed) greenๆฏ (mother)ๅฟ็ (psychology) [Note: “็ปฟๆฏ” (lว mว) is a specific fetish term referring to a cuckolding fetish focused on one’s mother], the ethics and morals he had been taught for years clearly told him this was wrong.
But he had to admit that fantasizing about such scenarios made him feel unbearably excited; he couldn’t control it. Reason and desire were intertwined, though it hadn’t been so obvious before.
Now, it seemed like Mom was going to sleep with someone else, and it was someone his own age. This conflict between desire and reason was like a bomb with its fuse lit, exploding without giving him any time to prepare, leaving him feeling entangled and็่ฆ (painful) for a while.
โฆ
After Shen Qing cleared the table and washed the dishes, she went to take a bath.
She was unaware of her son’s complex psychological state, thinking he was just feeling a little unhappy, so she didn’t pay it much mind.
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After eight o’clock, in the second-floor master bedroom.
In the spacious, luxurious, and tidy bedroom, it was already pitch black outside the window. A soft large bed, big enough to fit three people, stood in the center. Yang Haoran lay on the bed bored, legs crossed, waiting quietly.
Auntie Shen had said she would come after taking a bath, but he waited and waited. Almost an hour had passed. His little brother had gone from standing tall, looking up at the sky, to hanging its head in dejection. The person it was waiting for still hadn’t come.
“Good brother, no matter how hard it is tonight, we can’t let you suffer. Just wait a little longer.” Yang Haoran looked boredly at the little brother between his legs and muttered to himself.
He didn’t know if Auntie Shen was doing it on purpose, making him wait so long. Did it correspond to that saying: good dishes aren’t afraid of being served late?
Just as he was letting his thoughts run wild, suddenly, with a creak, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Yang Haoran instantly perked up. He looked up and was immediately dumbstruck, his eyes wide open.
He saw Auntie Shen wearing a beast-blood-boiling, deep purple semi-transparent sexy qipao. Her hot and sexy figure was vaguely revealed under the semi-transparent qipao that seemed to cover yet not cover, offering tantalizing glimpses.
She wore delicate light makeup. Her face was like an autumn moon, her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her willow-leaf eyebrows were slender and picturesque like distant green mountains; her eyes were charming and moving, resembling a pool of autumn waterโclear, bright autumn pupils sparkling like a dazzling galaxy, shimmering with starlight, like the legendary eyes of Medusa, full of an irresistible magic. Black eyeliner and light brown eyeshadow accentuated her่ฟทไบบ (bewitching) and้ญ ๆ (seductive) eyes.
At this moment, that stunningly beautiful, flawless oval face carried a faint hint of blush, like the halo of a new moon, dazzling and mesmerizing. The bright red lip gloss shimmered with a captivating poppy-like radiance. Her elegant, charming, and noble temperament made peopleๅฟไธไฝ (can’t help but) feel ashamed of themselves, not daring toไบตๆธ (violate/profane her).
The deep purple sexy qipao had its satin surface dotted with blue flowers, each one connected, and under the slightly transparent qipao, it looked like a blooming sea of flowers wrapping around her voluptuous, mature body.
Auntie Shen’s slender, fair swan-like neck; the qipao ribbons intertwined and extended downward. Two towering, majestic mountain peaks rose steeply,่ตทไผ็ (rising and falling) with a breathtakingly alluring curveโso large one couldn’t see her feet. The enormous, huge breasts strained against the tight qipao, making it seem ready to burst, trembling precariously.
The chest of the qipao had a semi-fan-shaped opening, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of springโa flash of fair, enormous breasts.
The slightly open collar couldn’t conceal their magnificent grandeur. Her delicate skin was snowy white and glossy, like mutton-fat jade emitting a่ฟทไบบ็ (captivating) glow. Just using his eyes, he could clearly perceive their fine, smooth, and tender texture.
A deep, bottomless ravine stood between the breast peaks. The deep cleavage emanated a captivating magic,ไธ็ฅไธ่ง (unconsciously) making oneๆฒ่ฟท (indulge) and sink deep.
The deep purple semi-transparent qipao looked as thin as a cicada’s wing. The deep color, like black gauze. Under the black gauze, two delicate nipplesๆฆ่งๆตฎ็ฐ (faintly emerged), indistinct and illusory, pushing out two lewdๅธ็น (protruding points) on the front of the qipao.
Following her slender, willowy waist that one could almost encircle with a hand, between her waist and thighs swelled an exaggeratedly dramatic curve, like a huge, fresh, juicy peach, or a high, rolling hill rising and falling.
The semi-transparent qipao skirt and stockings tightlyๅ ่ฃน็ (wrapped) Auntie Shen’s plump, fleshy buttocks, squeezing a tight, deep butt crack between them.
Wrapped in theๆฆ่ง (hazy) “black gauze” qipao, it looked as if smeared with a layer of black lubricant, appearing extremely slick and slippery, lewdly mature and moving.
The sides of the qipao were open, connected only by a few thin straps at the waist extending to the back, exposing the fair, delicate skin of her waist and the sides of her hips. It looked both exposed and sexy่ฟทไบบ (charming), full of a sexy design sense.
The deep purple qipao skirt hung vertically down from her hips. Under the light, Yang Haoran could see aๆฆ่ง (hazy), vaguely clam-shaped bulge appearing at Auntie Shen’s crotchโplump, full, meaty. Just visually, he could feel its soft, delicate texture.
Above the clam, a patch of black, lush pubic hair adorned it, making it appear even more lewd andๆตช่ก (wanton).
Two plump, beautiful legs, tall and shapely, were clad in sexy black silk as thin as a cicada’s wing. The sheer black stockings were lightweight and transparent, imprinting and revealing the snow-white tender flesh within.
As Auntie Shen elegantly stepped out with her่ฟทไบบ็ (enchanting) black-silk-clad legs in captivating black high heels, moving with light, graceful steps, walking towards him slowly, she was like walking human aphrodisiac, emitting a soul-hooking, infinite่ฏฑๆ (seduction). The clear sound of her steps on the tiles was