“You’re awake… so stop pretending to sleep.”
A voice, trembling despite its owner’s best efforts to suppress it, exploded like thunder beside Yang Haoran’s ear. His entire body tensed instantly, his eyebrows twitching slightly, yet he still refused to open his eyes. Was Mom trying to trick him?
He also hesitated, wondering if after opening their eyes, mother and son could still wordlessly continue thisไธไฟไธๅฎน (socially unacceptable) act of mother-son incest. Even if she was her slut persona mother!
If it were any other woman, delivered to his bed in the middle of the night for him to fuck, Yang Haoran would have long since taken control, holding the slut and pounding her hard. But Liu Ruoxi was not an outsider; they were mother and son, connected by blood.
The boy’s faintly trembling eyelashes were like a bonfire in the night; everything wasไธ่จ่ๅป (self-evident).
The atmosphere instantly solidified, as if it had dropped to freezing point. Mother and son remained silent for a long time, seemingly afraid to break this delicate balance.
After a long silence, Liu Ruoxi straightened her waist and lifted her hips as if to leave. Two slippery, pale labia slid against her son’s thick cock, pulling most of it out. The pink, tender flesh of her vagina seemed to spit out sections of that thick, hard, vein-covered majestic reproductive organ.
Yang Haoran could no longer restrain himself. He secretly cracked open his eyes and looked down. He saw his own thick, hard cock stretching his mother’s plump labia apart into an ‘O’ shape. The tightly fitted entrance of her honeyed orifice glistened with a sticky, slippery nectar, as if coating his cock in a glossy, wet, and lewd sheen.
His eyes were captivated by the enticing sight before him,ๆญปๆญป็ฏ็ (fixed intently on) his mother’s two pale, smooth major labia. They were fleshy, white, smooth, and lubricated like rice cakes, visibly Qๅผน (springy) andๆถ่น (sparklingly clear), slowly releasing his cock. The pink flesh at the base่ ๅจ (wriggled), faintly visible…
A pair of beautiful eyes, filled with complexity,ๆๅฐ่ฟๆฅ (shot over towards him). Yang Haoran froze, lowering his gaze submissively, seemingly afraid to meet her eyes directly.
It clearly wasn’t his fault. Clearly, it was Mom who had come in the middle of the night to “take advantage of” her own biological son. Yet, Yang Haoran felt inexplicably timid, as if he had done something heaven-defying and utterly unacceptable.
Seeing her son’s seemingly shy appearance, Liu Ruoxi’s tense mind relaxed slightly. Her gorgeous, flower-like cheeks slightly stiffened as she feigned a cold expression. She swayed her plump buttocks nonchalantly,้ๆฐๅๅ ฅ (swallowing anew) her son’s large cock deep into her body. She began to rise and fall at a slow rhythm,ๅๅ (taking it in and out). The scene appeared utterly debauched yet simultaneously as calm andๆทก็ถ (indifferent) as a light breeze. Liu Ruoxi strained to maintain a cold tone: “Don’t speak of what happened tonight. Let it be known only to you, me, heaven, and earth. If a third person finds out, neither of us, mother and son, should go on living. Understand?”
The fierce tone was accompanied by aloofness and a poorly concealed shynessโperhaps this was Mom’s last shred of stubborn pride.
Internally, Yang Haoran chuckled to himself. His gaze fell on his mother’s exquisitely beautiful, blushing cheeks. Her stunning face wasๅผฅๆผซ (permeated) with a spring-like flush. Her shyly pretending-to-be-cold phoenix eyes were tinged with traces of soft charm, lacking their previous sense ofๅ่ฟซๆ (intimidation).
Mother and son locked eyes for a few seconds before้ปๅฅๅฐ (tacitly) looking away, not daring to look at each other. Simultaneously, their breathing grew somewhat rapid.
In the eerie silence… thump-thump… thump-thump… mother and son seemed able to hear each other’s violently beating hearts.
After a short while, Yang Haoran broke the silence softly: “Mm, I won’t tell anyone.”
Yang Haoran sighed inwardly. As expected of Mom’s slut persona, able to maintain superficial composure even in such a situation.
After speaking, Yang Haoran knew the time was right. His restless, wicked hands้กบๅฟๆไธไบ (took the opportunity to climb onto) both sides of his mother’s full, honeyed buttocks, caressing them gently. He was incredibly excited inside, his fingers trembling slightly.
The smooth texture was as gentle as jade. He couldn’t get enough of it. While fondling, he said, “Mom, I just love your big butt. I’ve always dreamed of holding it and fucking it.”
“Your dog’s mouth can’t produce ivory.” (A Chinese idiom meaning a vile mouth can’t speak decent words.)
Liu Ruoxi snorted lightly. “Don’t think I didn’t know your filthy thoughts before. When I was cooking, you often stared at my butt, not even trying to hide it. Your eyeballs were practically popping out.”
“Hehe… that’s not my fault,” Yang Haoran laughed. “People say women with big butts are good for bearing children. Besides, Mom, your butt’s shape is really nice, like a ripe honey peach.”
His caresses gradually turned into soft kneading. The springy, soft flesh of her buttocks deformed under hisๆๆ (rubbing and squeezing). A full,่ๆ (sensual) feeling enveloped his fingers, sinking in slightly, silky and soft.
The thought that he was fondling his birth mother’s jade-like buttocks made Yang Haoran inexplicably excited and feverish. The strength of his grasping and kneading gradually increased. The sleek, plump, beautiful flesh of her buttocks overflowed between his fingers. The wonderful sensation made him reluctant to let go.
At this point, Liu Ruoxi had no face left to stop his mischievous hands. She้ป่ฎธ (tacitly allowed) her son to play with her buttocks. Her jade buttocks rose and fell,ๅๅ็ (taking in and out) Yang Haoran’s reproductive organ at a slow rhythm, actively letting the thick, scorching large cock ravage her jade orifice.
Waves of้ ฅ้บป่ฌ็ (tingling, numbing) pleasure spread from her lower body throughout her entire being. Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks flushedๆฝฎ็บข (with a crimson tide). Her amber autumn-water eyes wereๅช็ผๅฆไธ (seductive and slitted). Her full, cherry lips parted slightly: “Does it feel good?”
Being actively serviced by his beautiful mother was naturally supremely wonderful. Yang Haoran replied delightedly, “Good… feels so good, hehe… Mom, your little pussy is so wet, and really tight. Men just love a tight, wet cunt like yours, Mom. Fucking it is incredibly satisfying… hehe…”
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi looked at her son’s relaxed brow and pleased expression. Her maternal dignity couldn’t quite hold up; she felt embarrassed. She scolded, “Be more civilized. Don’t justๅผๅฃ้ญๅฃ (open and close your mouth with) ‘fuck cunt, fuck cunt.’ Showing off, are you? Very pleased with yourself?”
“No, no… hehe…”
“Do you like Mom?”
Yang Haoran didn’t know why Mom was asking something she already knew the answer to. Perhaps it was like why women’s thoughts are always so strange, just like that first night of intimacy, when the woman always insists on asking the man if he loves her. He answered “honestly”: “Mom, can’t you feel it?”
Yang Haoran’s gaze, with a cheeky look, guided Liu Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes toward their joined lower bodies. Her face turned as red as the evening clouds. Her son’s answer wasไธ่จ่ๅป (self-evident).
“Mmm~~ So~~ you just like Mom’s body, right?” Liu Ruoxi said intermittently, suppressing her pleasure.
Yang Haoran instinctively wanted to refute because he didn’t feel he simply liked Mom’s body. But meeting his mother’s scrutinizing gaze, he was momentarily speechless.
Liu Ruoxi pursed her vermilion lips lightly: “Haoran, it’s normal for boys your age to have thoughts about attractive members of the opposite sex. I just happen to be your mother. Do you understand what I mean?”
Yang Haoran was no longer the ignorant boy of the past. He didn’t want to argue with Mom about this because he knew she just wanted to guide his thoughts towardๅผๆง็ธๅธ (heterosexual attraction), unrelated to their identities, to cover up his็ธๅฝขๅฟ็ (deformed psychology) and attribute their mother-son incest to mereๅผๆง็ธๅธ (attraction between opposites).
He had long since calmly confronted his own heart and didn’t want to cover it up. He wanted to be open and aboveboard.
“Mom, I’ve always known clearly what I want inside. And you know it too, don’t you? You don’t need to keep treating me like a child. Do you really think I just simply fell for your body?”
Faced with the sincerity in Yang Haoran’s eyes and hisๆฏซไธๆฉ้ฅฐ็ (unconcealed)็ธๅฝข็ฑๆ (deformed love), Liu Ruoxi felt a complex mix of emotions. A failure in education. She็พๆๅ้ (said with ashamed anger), “Aren’t you just a child in my eyes? Only good at glib talk… Hmph!”
“Sigh… Isn’t being articulate a virtue? Mom, don’t you like that about me?”
“When did Mom ever say she liked you?”
“Mom, then do you like me?”
“ๅนผ็จ! (Childish!)” Yang Haoran: “…”
Yang Haoran greatly enjoyed the intimate atmosphere between them. Clearly mother and son, yet it felt sweet like lovers in that moment. Mom’s scolding, in his eyes,ๅ่ๅ (instead seemed like) flirtatious banter.
Making her son feel thwarted, the corner of Liu Ruoxi’s mouth turned up slightly. Unconsciously, she quickened her rhythm, like a female general riding horseback into battle, heroic and spirited. She swayed her willow-like waist,ๆๅจ็ๅฅน (swaying) her hips. Her snow-white, large buttocks swayed and่กๆผพ็ (rippled) with waves of flesh. The lewd slapping sounds mixed with the squelching sounds of the cock being taken in and out were like the continuous sounds of battle on a battlefield.
Yang Haoran’s thick, large meat rod plunged deeper and deeper. Liu Ruoxi’s rosy cherry lips uncontrollably let out debauched moans: “Mmm~~ mmm~~ Does it feel good doing it with Mom~~ Mmm ah~~ Or does it feel better doing it with your Aunt Shen~~~ Mmm~~~”
“Doing it with Mom feels better.”
Yang Haoran admitted without hesitation and praised, “Mom, you don’t know how beautiful you look right now. I still feel like I’m dreaming.”
He paused, looking at Liu Ruoxi with burning eyes, hopeful: “Mom, I want you to be my woman. Not as a son, but as a man.”
“A man… hehe… you…?”
Liu Ruoxi, hearing her son’s proposal, couldn’t hold back a derisive laugh, but her stunning cheeks grew even more gorgeous, like a blooming rose, infinitely charming.
“Mom, I’m serious. Just like Aunt Liu… Iโ”
“Shut up…”
Liu Ruoxi’s beautiful arched brows furrowed slightly. Her black hair swayed over her shoulders as she interrupted him: “Mmm~~~ Isn’t having Shen Qing enough for you? What… at such a young age… you want to be like Chen Shimei (a famous philanderer