“You’re awake… so stop pretending to sleep.”
A voice, strained with suppression yet unmistakably trembling, exploded like thunder in Yang Haoran’s ear. His entire body tensed instantly, his eyebrows twitching faintly, but he still kept his eyes shut.
Was his mother trying to catch him out? He hesitated, wondering if opening his eyes would shatter the unspoken understanding that allowed their taboo mother-son incest to continue.
Even if she was his mother under the Slut Persona! If this had been any other woman sneaking into his bed at night, offering herself up, Yang Haoran would have flipped the script long ago, grabbing the slut and pounding her mercilessly.
But Liu Ruoxi wasn’t some stranger. They were flesh and blood, mother and son.
The young man’s eyelashes quivered like a campfire flickering in the night, everything said without words.
The atmosphere froze in an instant, dropping to subzero chill. Neither mother nor son spoke for a long moment, as if afraid to upset this delicate balance.
Liu Ruoxi fell silent for a beat, then arched her waist and lifted her hips as if to pull away. Her slick, pale labia dragged along her son’s massive cock, sliding most of it free. The tender pink flesh of her vagina clenched and released around segments of the thick, veined shaft.
Yang Haoran could hold back no longer. He cracked his eyes open just a sliver and glanced down. His rigid cock had stretched his mother’s plump labia into a perfect O-shape on either side, her tight entrance glistening with sticky nectar that coated his length like a layer of slick glaze, shining with lewd wetness. His gaze locked onto the captivating sight: those two smooth, pale outer lips, plump and doughy like fresh mochi, visibly bouncy and glossy as they slowly released his cock. At the base, the pink inner folds pulsed in and out of view…
A pair of complex, beautiful eyes turned toward him. Yang Haoran froze, lowering his gaze submissively, as if afraid to meet them.
It wasn’t his fault at all—his mother had come to “molest” her own son in the dead of night—yet Yang Haoran felt an inexplicable cowardice, as though he’d committed some unforgivable sin.
Seeing her son’s shy demeanor, Liu Ruoxi’s taut nerves eased a fraction. Her delicately gorgeous face hardened slightly as she feigned an icy expression. She casually rocked her plump hips, swallowing her son’s massive cock back into her depths with slow, undulating thrusts. The scene was utterly obscene, yet she carried it off with breezy nonchalance. Forcing a cold tone, she said:
“Don’t breathe a word of what happened tonight. It’s just you, me, heaven, and earth. If a third person finds out, we’re both done for. Got it?”
Her fierce tone carried a chill and a poorly concealed bashfulness—this was perhaps her mother’s final act of stubborn pride.
Yang Haoran chuckled inwardly, his eyes landing on his mother’s flushed, alluring cheeks. Her stunning face was awash in springtime blush, her shy yet feigned-cold gaze softened with hints of tenderness, devoid of its former oppressiveness.
Their eyes met for a few seconds before both looked away in perfect sync, neither daring to hold the stare. Their breaths quickened all the same.
Beneath the eerie calm… thump-thump… thump-thump… they could both hear each other’s hearts pounding wildly.
After a moment, Yang Haoran broke the silence in a low voice:
“Yeah, I won’t tell a soul.”
He marveled inwardly: As expected of his mother under the Slut Persona. Even in this situation, she could maintain a facade of composure.
With those words, Yang Haoran knew the moment had arrived. His restless, wicked hands slid up to grasp both sides of his mother’s full, honeyed buttocks, stroking lightly. His heart raced, fingers trembling faintly.
The smooth touch was like warm jade, soft and yielding. He couldn’t get enough, caressing as he murmured:
“Mom, I love this big ass of yours. I’ve dreamed of grabbing it and fucking it forever.”
“Filthy mouth like yours.”
Liu Ruoxi huffed softly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your dirty thoughts before. When I was cooking, you’d stare at my ass all the time, no shame at all—your eyes nearly popped out of your head.”
“Heh heh… can’t blame me.”
Yang Haoran grinned. “Everyone says women with big butts are great for bearing kids. And yours is perfectly shaped, Mom—like a ripe peach.”
His caresses turned to gentle kneads. The bouncy, soft flesh deformed under his fingers, the rich meatiness enveloping his hand as it sank in, silky and pliant.
The thought that he was fondling his own birth mother’s perfect rear sent a surge of excitement and heat through Yang Haoran. His grips grew firmer, the slick, plump cheeks overflowing between his fingers. The exquisite sensation had him hooked.
At this point, Liu Ruoxi had no face left to stop his wandering hands. She tacitly allowed her son to play with her ass, her hips rising and falling in a slow rhythm as she engulfed Yang Haoran’s manhood, letting the thick, scorching cock ravage her tender pussy.
Waves of tingling pleasure spread from her core throughout her body. Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed deep crimson, her amber eyes hazy with lust, her full lips parting slightly:
“Feels good?”
The beautiful mother serving him so proactively was pure bliss. Yang Haoran sighed contentedly:
“So good… so good, heh heh… Mom, your pussy’s so wet and tight. Men love a snug, slick hole like yours—fucking it’s addictive… heh heh…”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son’s relaxed brow and blissful face. As a mother, she couldn’t save face. Feeling awkward, she chided:
“Watch your language. No more ‘fuck pussy’ this and that. Makes you sound so smug—like you’re all that, huh?”
“No, no… heh heh…”
“Do you like Mom?”
Yang Haoran wondered why she asked the obvious—women’s minds were so strange. Just like that first night, when they’d ask if he loved them. He answered honestly:
“Can’t you feel it, Mom?”
His lecherous gaze drew Liu Ruoxi’s eyes to their joined bodies. Her face burned like a sunset, his answer plain as day.
“Mmm~~ So~~ you just like Mom’s body, right?”
Liu Ruoxi managed between suppressed moans.
Yang Haoran reflexively wanted to argue—he didn’t think it was just her body—but her scrutinizing gaze left him speechless.
Liu Ruoxi pursed her lips. “Haoran, boys your age having thoughts about pretty girls is normal. I’m just your mom by chance. You get what I mean?”
Yang Haoran wasn’t some naive fool anymore. He didn’t want to debate. He knew she was trying to frame it as simple male-female attraction, ignoring their relation—to cover his twisted psyche and blame it all on natural lust.
He’d long faced his heart head-on and had no desire to hide. He wanted to be open and unashamed.
“Mom, I’ve always known what I want deep down—and so do you, don’t you? You don’t have to treat me like a kid anymore. Do you really think it’s just your body I like?”
Faced with the sincerity and unabashed twisted love in her son’s eyes, Liu Ruoxi felt a storm of emotions. Her attempt at lecturing had failed. Blushing with anger, she snapped:
“You’re still a kid in my eyes! All talk and no substance… hmph!”
“Sigh… Isn’t being smooth-talking a good thing? Don’t you like that about me, Mom?”
“When did I say I liked you?”
“Then do you like me, Mom?”
“Childish!”
Yang Haoran: “…”
He savored the intimate vibe between them. They were mother and son, yet it felt like lovers’ sweet banter. Her scoldings struck him as flirtatious jabs.
Having deflated her son, Liu Ruoxi’s lips curved upward. Unconsciously, she quickened her pace, riding like a fierce general charging into battle. Her willow waist swayed, her hips bucked, her snowy ass rippling with waves of flesh. Lewd slaps mingled with the wet squelches of cock plunging in and out, like the ceaseless clamor of war.
Yang Haoran’s thick meat rod drove deeper with every thrust. Liu Ruoxi’s rosy lips unleashed unrestrained moans:
“Mmm~~ Mmmph~~~ Feels good with Mom~~ Ahh~~ Or better with Aunt Shen~~~ Mmm~~~”
“Better with you, Mom.”
Yang Haoran answered without hesitation, praising her. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now. I still think I’m dreaming.”
He paused, eyes burning as he pleaded:
“Mom, I want you to be my woman—not as your son, but as a man.”
“A man… heh… you…?”
Liu Ruoxi stifled a laugh at her son’s proposal, her exquisite face blooming even more radiantly, like a rose in full, seductive bloom.
“Mom, I’m serious. Just like with Aunt Shen… I—”
“Shut up…”
Liu Ruoxi furrowed her fine brows, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she cut him off:
“Mmm~~~ Isn’t Shen Qing enough for you? How… so young… and already dreaming of being a two-timing cad, juggling women left and right?”
Yang Haoran’s waist was suddenly pinched hard by his mother’s slender fingers—half displeasure, half threat.
“Ow… ow… Mom, easy…”
“You know pain, huh?” Liu Ruoxi shot him a glare, snapping angrily:
“My ass hurts from your pinching, and you don’t know restraint… Ahh… And last time… you still remem—”
“Do you know how you’ve tormented Mommy?… Hmph…”
Their lewd coupling seemed to draw them closer together, shattering the forbidden chasm between mother and son. This intimate, skin-to-skin contact made them converse like lovers, without the slightest barrier between them.
Gazing at his mother—her face flushed with a shy, coquettish glow, like a vibrant flower blooming with rich fragrance—Yang Haoran protested innocently.
“Mom, I’ve actually been pretty good to you. Look at Aunt Shen—I treat her like a slutty bitch.”
After speaking, Yang Haoran fixed his gaze intently on Liu Ruoxi’s stunning cheeks, watching for her reaction. This was his first real test of her.
Liu Ruoxi paused at his words, her mind flashing to the image of her best friend Shen Qing groveling subserviently before her son. Was it because of the Fallen Angel Game’s class, or did Shen Qing truly embrace it willingly? By comparison, her son had indeed shown her a bit more leniency.
She halted her movements, falling silent for a moment. Then, looking at him with a half-smile, she said,
“What? You want me to be your woman? Does that mean you also plan to have Mommy groveling at your feet like Shen Qing someday, serving you on my knees?”
“No way… You’re wrong about me.”
Yang Haoran pouted, defending himself slyly.
“Aunt Shen acts like that because she loves being a man’s Bitch. She gets off on me humiliating and training her.”
His words gave Liu Ruoxi pause. After all, her son knew nothing about the Fallen Angel Game, so it was hard to say whether Shen Qing’s degradation stemmed from the game’s demands or her own desires.
“Mom, Aunt Shen and I are just like a couple dating—except we play a little rougher.”
Yang Haoran continued.
“Haven’t you seen that foreign interview show? There was this one couple where the woman loved having her boyfriend put a dog leash on her. He’d make her lap food from a dog bowl while he held the leash, and on weekends, he’d even take her to the park for a stroll like that.”
