Liu Ruoxi had no idea what to feel at that moment. Her trembling hand gently caressed the vivid red palm print on her son’s face, each touch like a heavy hammer slamming into her heart. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought to hold back, but she couldn’t stop the low roar that escaped her lips.
“Yang Haoran, you’re always doing this. Why do you hurt yourself? Don’t you think it’s childish, idiotic, and stupid as a pig? You…”
Liu Ruoxi clearly wasn’t skilled at cursing people out. Her angry tirade cut off abruptly, her stunningly beautiful face resembling a wilting flower streaked with tears. Her misty, water-like eyes fixed on Yang Haoran in helpless frustration.
“Can you act a little more mature? How am I supposed to feel at ease when you pull stunts like this?”
Tears glistened on her exquisite features, flowing endlessly like beads from a broken string, shattering as they fell onto Yang Haoran’s chest.
Yang Haoran wiped the tears from his mother’s face, his heart filled with self-reproach. He gazed at her earnestly, enunciating every word.
“I’m not grown up yet. I’m just that childish. I know that when I hit myself, Mom, it hurts you because you love me. Even if I’m not outstanding in your eyes and can’t compare to Yaoyao, you still love me more than her.”
“Mom, I also know part of it is because when I was little, you didn’t spend enough time with me, and you feel guilty. You’ve always wanted to make up for the maternal love I missed in my childhood.”
Yang Haoran locked eyes with his mother and pressed on. “But Mom, I’ve always wanted to tell you this: you’ve been a perfectly competent mother. The love you give your children is no less than that of any mother in the world—in fact, you’re even more devoted and passionate. I even feel lucky because of it.”
He paused there, then added softly, “Mom, my childhood wasn’t missing you at all. Your beauty was with me through every moment of it.”
Liu Ruoxi froze in place, stunned by her son’s words. She could scarcely believe that her academic underachiever of a son had uttered such a romantic confession.
Yang Haoran didn’t stop pouring out his heart.
“That’s why I want you by my side even more—to stay with me always, right up until the day I can no longer watch the sun set. Mom, I’m selfish, shameless, a bastard, less than human… but I can’t live without you.”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran’s eyes inexplicably reddened. His voice choked with emotion. “Without you, I wouldn’t know what to hold onto in this world. I love you, Mom. Love is selfish by nature.”
“Mom, please forgive my selfishness.” His candid words left Liu Ruoxi’s heart in turmoil. She had no idea how to confront this “love” from her son. It was less love and more naked possessiveness masquerading as such.
She fell silent for a long while before letting out a deep sigh. “You win.”
Yang Haoran shook his head. “Mom, I respect you. I don’t want to force you to accept me just because I’m your son, even though that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. That’s not my true intention.”
“Heh…” Liu Ruoxi let out a scornful snort. “Hypocrite. You talk a big game. If you weren’t my son, do you think I’d give a pervert like you the time of day?”
“Don’t talk about staying with you—I’d find it disgusting just to look at you.” Her anger hadn’t faded, and her words dripped with venom.
Yang Haoran just laughed. “Mom, has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you’re like this?”
Liu Ruoxi shot her son a glare. “Save that line for tricking little girls. I must have committed some terrible sin to give birth to a creature like you.”
Even as she said it, Yang Haoran noticed a faint blush coloring his mother’s cheeks. He grinned. “Only a son like me could hold a beauty like you and have his way with her… smack.”
Yang Haoran arched his back like a rutting dog, driving his thick cock deep into his mother’s slick pussy. The gesture said it all.
“Mm~”
Liu Ruoxi let out an unexpected whimper, her lithe body going soft as she nearly collapsed against her son. The scorching heat of that iron-hard rod burned away the itch deep in her core, sending waves of tingling pleasure radiating through her limbs.
Before she could recover, her slender waist was encircled by her son’s arms. He flipped her onto her back on the bed, spreading her plump, shapely legs wide and bending them toward her chest. He arranged her into a deeply humiliating M-shape.
His warm breath tickled her earlobe as his voice murmured in her ear. “Mom, beautiful women are born to be fucked by men. Ever heard that one?”
The forceful position left Liu Ruoxi flushed from her cheeks to her ears. She forced herself to stay composed despite the shame and asked, “What one?”
“Heh… Pretty face, tight pussy pays the price… smack…”
No sooner had the words left Yang Haoran’s mouth than he gripped his mother’s knees, thrust his hips forward, and slammed into her plush rear. His ferocious cock plunged savagely into the drenched, muddy depths of her pussy.
Strands of disheveled hair veiled Liu Ruoxi’s face. Her right hand clenched the pillow in a white-knuckled grip, her delicate brows knitting together. From her flawless, jade-like visage of icy beauty came a long, drawn-out moan that blended pleasure and pain.
From the side, the scene revealed a tall, voluptuous woman pinned to the bed. Her snow-white, jade-smooth body was locked in a submissive position, legs bent in as she was thoroughly fucked. Tousled locks obscured her gorgeous features, while the elegant curve from her jawline to her shoulder blades drew the eye upward. It swelled dramatically into a pair of magnificent, closely pressed orbs that demanded attention. Even lying flat, those proud peaks defied gravity, thrusting upward in a lush, enticing arc.
His mother’s soft, snug pussy flesh clenched and enveloped his cock, sending indescribable waves of bliss that made Yang Haoran shudder from head to toe. He sank lower, his waist surging with adrenaline-fueled urgency. He rocked his hips frantically, pounding into her exquisite, plump, tender slit with a rhythm of two shallow thrusts followed by one deep one every second.
Smack-smack-smack… smack-smack-smack… The sounds roared like a sudden storm, sharp and relentless slaps filling the room alongside the woman’s lewd cries, painting an erotic masterpiece.
Yang Haoran’s powerful waist pistoned fiercely. His thick shaft ravaged her relentlessly, the bulbous head battering her depths with ruthless, explosive strokes. He hammered her juicy, fat pussy without mercy, the resounding impacts echoing like war drums, stirring the blood.
“Pa~~ pa~~ pa~~”
Liu Ruoxi’s face flushed a deep crimson, her alluring eyes half-closed. Her sensual, snow-white body trembled and swayed with each impact, a bewitching pink flush spreading across her skin. Waves of tingling ecstasy surged from her core, racing along her nerves to her fingertips and toes. Her full lips parted in delicate, wanton gasps.
“Mm~ ah~ mm~ Haoran~ no~ mmph~ no, don’t~ slower~ mm~ don’t rush~~ ah~ mm mm~”
Yang Haoran’s vigorous pounding drew waves of sweet, sticky moans from Liu Ruoxi’s lips. The enchanting, crystalline allure of her voice alone was enough to drive anyone mad with desire.
“Hehe… my dear Mother… ever imagine getting fucked by your own son’s cock?”
Yang Haoran teased with a sleazy grin, reveling in the pleasure, but he didn’t ease up. He seized his mother’s hands—propped on his shoulders as if to push him away—and laced their fingers together like lovers. He pinned them beside her shoulders while his hips humped like a beast in heat. Each thrust churned her pussy juices with a wet squelch; each withdrawal flung glistening strands onto the gray sheets.
“Mm~ hmph mm~ no~ mm ah~~ not so deep~ it hurts~ mm~ mm mm~”
Liu Ruoxi’s sweet, seductive moans trembled with every thrust. The hair by her bedside swayed with the force, half-covering her face. Her slender eyebrows were tightly knit, and beneath her delicate nose, her small mouth hung open, releasing a stream of delicate, ragged gasps.
Her massive, snow-white breasts had long since broken free. Under the rhythmic assault, they jiggled like overfilled milk sacks, whipping around in a hypnotic display. At some point, her slick, plump thighs had clamped around Yang Haoran’s waist, toes curling as her ankles crossed lightly behind his back.
Squish~ smack! Squish~ smack! Squish~ smack!
“Mmph~ ah~~ mmph~ ah~~ mm ah~~”
Yang Haoran, inflamed by his mother’s alluring pants and moans, felt his blood boil. He slowed his rhythm just enough to deliver a sharp slap to her quivering breasts. The massive, heaving globes collided with a splash, a blurry red handprint blooming on the pristine white flesh.
