Time passed slowly as Liu Ruoxi silently counted the seconds in her mind. Her palm was already soaked with her son’s sticky fluid, and with it as lubricant, she smoothly stroked his cock.
Not long after the cock began secreting more mucus, a pungent odor wafted from the slit at the tip, drawn into her body with each breath. She felt a twinge of disgust, but the thought that it came from her own son eased her mind a little.
The surface of the cock glistened wetly, shining with a faint sheen.
“Ding! Player Liu Ruoxi, Newbie Chain Task 01 completed.”
A voice echoed in her mind, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Finally done—her hand ached from all the stroking. But the thought of the second task left her expression unsettled.
Noticing that his mother had stopped, Yang Haoran looked at her in confusion. “Why’d you stop, Mom?”
“You haven’t cum yet?”
Liu Ruoxi deliberately hardened her face to show her displeasure.
Yang Haoran immediately pulled a pitiful expression, whining about his grievance. “I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel like I’m going to.”
Then he watched as his mother’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she were pondering something.
“Is it not stimulating enough?”
Liu Ruoxi seemed to mull it over before arriving at that conclusion. She stated it confidently to her son.
Her words left Yang Haoran baffled. Wasn’t a handjob from his own mom stimulating enough? But from the way she said it… His mind stirred, and he seized the opportunity. “M-maybe.”
“Haoran, remember what Mom said earlier.”
Liu Ruoxi drew a deep breath as she spoke to her son. As if she had finally steeled her resolve, she rose and pulled the computer chair aside, clearing enough space for one person to kneel.
She stepped in front of her son and, under his puzzled gaze, slowly squatted down right before his eyes.
From Yang Haoran’s perspective, the monitor screen loomed like a slice of bread, sandwiching her between it and him.
He didn’t think much of it, assuming his mom was tired and wanted to switch positions to continue.
But what happened next left him stunned.
His mother slowly undid the buttons of her fitted suit jacket—first the one at the collar, then the second…
Yang Haoran instinctively peered down. Past her graceful neck, the slightly parted collar revealed a tantalizing glimpse of spring warmth. Her fair, massive breasts entered his view like two towering peaks.
The open neckline could not conceal their majestic size. Her creamy skin gleamed like polished jade, its smooth texture almost palpable just from looking. A deep, bottomless chasm ran vertically between the twin mounds, a chasm stretching from her collarbone down into the shadows like an uncrossable gulf, drawing the eye inexorably deeper.
The cleavage plunged to unfathomable depths, yet it was wide enough to swallow a man’s head whole—those exaggerated, enormous breasts could drown anyone in their embrace.
A hint of black lace bra emerged like the tip of an iceberg, clinging tightly to her snowy breast flesh. It adorned her alluring giants like a blooming flower, the stark contrast of black against white evoking a dawn breaking through darkness, making her pale breasts all the more mesmerizing.
As she undid the third button, then the fourth, her tender nipples flickered teasingly into view, tenting the lace with two lewd protrusions. Her full, snowy breasts loomed hazily beneath the black lace patterns, an irresistibly provocative sight.
Yang Haoran watched, his mouth going dry, his face flushing crimson with arousal. His cock surged with blood, swelling like a balloon.
The purplish-brown shaft gleamed with oil, its thick length measuring fifteen or sixteen centimeters. The massive head stood proudly at the tip, while bulging veins etched across it like carvings in marble—powerful, rugged, and ferocious!
It rose like a slumbering dragon rousing to life, rigid and straight, like a majestic emperor surveying his domain with disdain!
“Mom…”
Yang Haoran trembled as he called out. No one could know his feelings in that moment—this was too stimulating!
Seeing her son’s cock erect and throbbing powerfully, Liu Ruoxi felt a complex mix of emotions—joy tinged with the shame of motherhood, though she wasn’t sure which held sway.
She paused her hands. She had already undone four buttons on her suit jacket, exposing a vast expanse of smooth, creamy breast flesh, with the black lace bra covering it, hugging those soft, enormous mounds tightly.
Aside from the bra’s coverage, most of her chest lay bare to her son’s heated gaze. Yet the black lace added a hazy allure, half-concealed and half-revealed, driving Yang Haoran wild with desire.
The air between mother and son grew thick with erotic tension. Yang Haoran’s eyes burned with hunger as he devoured the sight.
Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed deep red, unable to meet her son’s fiery stare.
Shyness beyond words gripped her heart. In that instant, shame overwhelmed her, leaving her at a loss for her own wanton behavior.
Though she had mentally prepared herself, anticipation and reality were worlds apart. Now facing this moment—her son’s lewd, heated gaze—she wanted to berate him for his audacity, but she was the one baring her breasts like a harlot seducing her own son. The words caught in her throat, unspoken.
It felt as if her inner world had collapsed. A crushing wave of shame battered her sense of decency.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Time seemed to freeze. A woman of heavenly beauty and explosive curves knelt before a boy, her chest boldly exposed.
The scene was utterly depraved. Anyone witnessing it would denounce her as “shameless slut.”
With her eyes shut, Liu Ruoxi’s body trembled faintly. Her son’s blazing gaze lingered in her mind’s eye, shattering her shame to pieces. An intolerable wave of humiliation engulfed her like endless darkness.
Was it all the fault of that perverse, evil game?
She couldn’t even defend herself with those words. Her thoughts spiraled into a dead end, her maternal dignity shattered by her own hands. A questioning voice echoed in her soul.
Liu Ruoxi, are you truly a slut? A shameless whore baring her tits to seduce her own son?
The voice reverberated endlessly in her mind, tearing at her shame.
“Player Liu Ruoxi, Shame Value +30.”
A cold, mechanical voice sounded in her head, followed by the task completion chime.
“Player Liu Ruoxi, Newbie Chain Task 02 completed.”
Liu Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes. Shame and guilt gnawed at her insides. But as the peak of humiliation crested, it flipped—her face turned icy cold, expressionless, like frost forged over a millennium, piercing and frigid.
“Like what you see?”
Her cold tone rang out. Yang Haoran jolted awake, blurting a reflexive denial. “N-no… not really.”
“Not… really?”
Her icy gaze fixed on him, her voice a chilling stab, each word deliberate and forceful.
“I-it’s good… really good… amazing!”
Under that stare, Yang Haoran shivered inwardly and quickly plastered on an ingratiating smile.
Liu Ruoxi stared into her son’s evasive eyes and said coolly, “Then do you want to see something even better?”
Her expression remained frigid, but her tone dripped with lewd invitation.
Yang Haoran could scarcely believe his ears. Even better? Emboldened by today’s events—his mom acting like a total slut, jerking him off and now flashing her tits—he ventured cautiously, “C-can I?”
