Liu Ruoxi gazed at her son with her beautiful eyes, scrutinizing his peaceful slumber on the bed. His handsome features bore a faint resemblance to his father’s, and his breathing was steady and even. The drug had clearly taken effect.
Even seeing Yang Haoran fast asleep did little to dispel Liu Ruoxi’s lingering doubts. Her gaze shifted to the empty glass on the desk, and only then did her furrowed brow relax.
She had originally planned to watch him drink every last drop of that water, just to be safe. But after opening the door, her son had distracted her—first closing the window, then straightening the sheets. To avoid arousing his suspicion, she had no choice but to let it go. That glass of warm water had contained the Deep Sleep Potion she exchanged for twenty points in the System Mall—colorless, odorless, and harmless to the body.
Once ingested, it lasted for ten full hours and worked quickly; within a minute, it induced overwhelming drowsiness. The reason it had taken over forty minutes for her to return was that none of this was what she truly wanted.
It seemed Yang Haoran caught the faint sigh from his mother near his ear.
Before long, the lights clicked off, followed by the soft rustle of clothing being shed. Though he couldn’t see, Yang Haoran could easily picture the alluring scene. He had seen his mother’s figure up close before—it was explosively voluptuous, a true temptress among women.
He had a hunch about what was coming next, but he knew the timing wasn’t right yet. Pretending to remain deep in sleep, he fought to control his breathing. Despite his efforts to suppress it, it grew slightly erratic.
Clearly, Yang Haoran wasn’t the only one on edge. Liu Ruoxi’s shame was written all over her face, her cheeks flushed like blooming peaches, her body trembling faintly. Her fiery nude form was shrouded in the darkness now, a sight not meant for outsiders.
Outside the window, the light rain had stopped at some point, leaving only the quiet whisper of the wind. It was as if even the breeze was hiding, peeking stealthily at the exquisite body concealed in shadow, too entranced by the beauty to make a sound.
Signs of an impending storm: clouds parting to reveal clear skies, spring’s haze unfolding the prelude to forbidden desires.
No spring colors visible on this rainy night, only covert glimpses of the beauty’s allure.
The covers were gently pulled back. Yang Haoran’s body tensed. In his mind, he silently recited the Clear Heart Mantra: Form is emptiness… emptiness is form… No, wait… Form is emptiness… Form is emptiness… Amitabha… Amitabha…
It wasn’t that Yang Haoran had lost himself completely; without this mental anchor, he feared he might give himself away. The dawn of revolution was in sight—how could he let a moment’s carelessness ruin everything?
Fortunately, his mother noticed nothing. Her slender fingers trembled as she undid his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Each step weighed heavily on her psyche.
She knew the sleeping potion would keep her son out cold; he couldn’t possibly wake. Not even if she slapped him across the face would he stir—he’d sleep like a dead pig.
As Liu Ruoxi worked to slide off his pants, her hand brushed against Yang Haoran’s swollen, throbbing cock. Its scorching heat and rigid firmness startled her.
She rose and flicked the lights back on, her face taut with tension as she stared at her son’s sleeping visage. Seeing no reaction, her knotted heart finally eased.
Her eyes flicked to the massive tent in his underwear, and her cheeks burned. She muttered under her breath, “Little Pervert.”
Even in his dreams, he’s having wet ones.
Glancing at the now-lit room, she felt a twinge of awkwardness. But with things having gone this far, lights on or off made no difference. She couldn’t escape the forbidden fruit of mother-son incest, and fumbling in the dark would only complicate matters. With that, she dismissed the idea of turning off the lights.
Her primary confidence came from the System’s product; regular hospital sleeping pills existed, but she didn’t trust them. She had opted for the Deep Sleep Potion from the System Mall—not just for its potency, but mainly to avoid any harm to her son’s body.
With Yang Haoran’s underwear tugged down by Liu Ruoxi’s soft, delicate hands, her son’s thick shaft sprang into her view. The egg-sized glans stood proudly at the tip, veins bulging like marble carvings etched into the flesh, exuding raw power and savage menace.
Liu Ruoxi stared dazedly at her son’s erect manhood, a flicker of complex emotion passing through her beautiful eyes.
She wasn’t some loose woman who would fantasize about a man’s impressive organ plunging into her at the mere sight of it.
Yet she felt like a slut all the same, because she was about to make it reality.
Clearly, she found the latter far more shameful than the former.
A blush spread from Liu Ruoxi’s stunning, peach-like cheeks to her crystalline earlobes, unbearably seductive.
She brushed the stray locks from her forehead and carefully straddled her son’s waist, hovering above him. Her cool little hand grasped his burning-hot cock.
From behind, her snowy buttocks rose pert and round, quivering enticingly, gradually outlining a full, tempting peach shape.
Liu Ruoxi’s breathing quickened involuntarily—whether from nerves or dread of her actions, she hesitated, wavering.
She gently stroked the slick, heated glans, pumping it a few times. Then, with utmost care, she guided it toward her intimate folds. Under her control, the scorching tip parted the plump, snowy labia, grinding against the tender pink petals within. Their genitals met, enacting the forbidden union.
Yang Haoran felt his cock pressing against his mother’s slick, yielding flesh, his excitement surging. In his mind, he chanted over and over: Mom, sit down… sit down…
Dozens of seconds later—as if hearing his silent plea, or perhaps sensing her own growing wetness—Liu Ruoxi took a deep breath. Her small hand positioned the glans at her drenched, muddy entrance. Gradually relaxing, she lowered her plump rear.
The ferocious glans resisted fiercely under the pressure, bulling its way brutishly into her soft clam. Lubed by her inner juices, it advanced inch by inch, fearless and bold—like forging through a narrow passage, compressing the surrounding walls to carve out a tunnel molded to its shape.
“Mm~~”
Liu Ruoxi furrowed her brow, discomfort overwhelming her, even a hint of pain. She and her husband had slept apart for ages; memories of their lovemaking had faded. Moreover, her son’s endowment dwarfed her husband’s by a wide margin.
She paused to adjust, the half-buried shaft sinking deeper. The pain intensified toward the depths, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Only when her buttocks met his thighs did they mesh like perfect gears. Her profound, mysterious valley had engulfed the sky-piercing pillar, the glans pressing into the core, denting even the softest petals.
Yang Haoran’s swollen cock savored the wet, clinging walls of his mother’s pussy. To him, it felt impossibly slick, tight, and smooth. So slick—the layered, tender flesh enveloped his dick in dense, fine folds, offering both vise-like grip and effortless glide. The exquisite sensation left him floating in ecstasy, utterly fulfilled yet itchingly craving more.
That itching desire spread from his cock throughout his body. Yet his mother remained still, the torment of enclosure and pleasure tossing him between heaven and hell. Raging lust climbed higher.
This world-shocking mother-son taboo was forged by Liu Ruoxi’s own hand. The moment they joined, her guilt crested, her mind booming like thunder, blanking out in vertigo.
In her daze, words like betrayal, infidelity, slut, mother-son incest flooded in. Crushing shame wracked her—yet what shamed her most was the faint relief bubbling up, long suppressed. It was as if the System Task’s pressure had found an outlet, easing the weight of societal morals.
Her thoughts raced like a fleeting steed, the invading heat in her depths grounding her. Liu Ruoxi pursed her lips, watching her son’s face.
At the same moment, Yang Haoran’s twitching brow betrayed him, catching her eye. Time seemed to freeze.
Biting her lip, Liu Ruoxi gazed at her son’s handsome features with complicated eyes. She knew he was awake.
Why he had woken no longer mattered.
