…"Congratulations on becoming a real man," He Jie said with satisfaction, a smug smile on his face. He then opened a large suitcase that had been prepared nearby. Inside lay Qin Ya's everyday clothes—silk robes, sexy lace lingerie, stockings and heels of every style, and items radiating danger: gleaming metal nipple rings, a black leather collar with chain, and a thin black leather whip.
"All of this—including your mother—now belongs to you." He Jie pushed the suitcase toward his son, voice gentle and amused. "She is your exclusive toy; her clothes, her body—everything is yours to command. Happy birthday, my son."
He Hao's twelfth birthday thus began with his mother's exquisite service.
Snow continued falling silently outside while the warm heating filled the living room with a cozy, decadent atmosphere.
The birthday dinner table was laden with sumptuous dishes; candlelight flickered, illuminating father and son sitting opposite each other. Beneath the table, Qin Ya knelt between He Hao's spread legs, her voluptuous snow-white body completely naked except for sheer black stockings that encased her long, shapely legs from toe to mid-thigh. The delicate lace tops clung tightly to her fleshy thighs, the intricate patterns digging faint lines into the soft flesh, outlining every seductive curve. A black leather collar encircled her slender neck, the silver ring at the front connected to a thin chain that lay coiled in He Hao's hand, swaying with his slightest movement and occasionally tugging her forward.
Deep inside her dripping vagina, a large egg-shaped vibrator hummed relentlessly on a low, cruel setting, sending constant waves of pleasure-pain through her core. The muffled buzz was barely audible beneath the quiet clink of cutlery, yet every time He Hao lazily flicked the remote on the table, the intensity surged—making Qin Ya's entire body jerk, her heavy G-cup breasts swaying and slapping softly against his knees. Her rosy nipples, already painfully erect from hours of arousal, brushed repeatedly against the rough fabric of his trousers, sending electric jolts straight to her clit.
Her small, delicate mouth was stretched wide around He Hao's young but fully erect cock. The shaft throbbed hotly against her tongue; the glans, flushed dark red, repeatedly nudged the entrance to her throat. She swallowed and released in a slow, worshipful rhythm, cheeks hollowing with suction, tongue swirling in practiced circles around the ridge beneath the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked steadily from his slit. Wet, obscene smacking sounds came from under the table each time her lips slid down to the root and her nose pressed into the faint patch of new pubic hair. Thick strands of saliva mixed with his fluids dripped from the corners of her mouth, running in glistening rivulets over her chin, falling onto her heaving breasts and sliding down the deep valley between them, finally soaking into the lace tops of her stockings.
He Hao glanced down at his mother's pretty face—distorted, flushed, eyes glassy with tears and lust—and let out a soft, shaky groan of pure pleasure. With one hand he casually speared a piece of perfectly cooked steak; with the other he gave the chain a slow, deliberate tug, forcing Qin Ya's head deeper until her throat convulsed around his cock. Low, muffled moans vibrated through his shaft; more drool spilled, forming a small puddle on the floor between his feet.
"Dad, I'm about to start junior high, and I'm a little scared," He Hao said, looking up with youthful unease. "I heard the workload at the best schools is brutal. I'm afraid I won't keep up…"
He Jie sipped his red wine, eyes sweeping under the table with a knowing smile. "Don't worry too much. Growing up always comes with growing pains. As for studies, Mom can tutor you—she graduated top of her class. And for stress relief… make good use of your birthday present. Don't waste Mom's efforts."
At those words Qin Ya's body trembled harder. He Hao suddenly thumbed the remote to a higher setting; the vibrator inside her surged, making her hips buck involuntarily. She let out a desperate, muffled "woo-woo-woo" around the cock filling her mouth, tongue working even more frantically—long, wet licks from swollen balls to leaking tip, tracing every bulging vein with the flat of her tongue. Her cheeks burned crimson from lack of air, tears spilling over lashes, yet she never stopped sucking, never stopped serving.
He Hao admired the sight for a moment longer, then pressed the button again—maximum. Qin Ya's entire body convulsed; love juice gushed audibly from her stuffed cunt, streaming down the insides of her stockinged thighs in shiny rivulets, soaking the lace tops until they clung transparently to her skin. Her throat took him deeper, gagging wetly, yet she forced herself to swallow around the intrusion, desperate to please.
He kept his face calm, eating another bite of steak while chatting casually. "Then I'll have Mom tutor me every night. Relieving stress like this… really works."
Qin Ya's mouth emitted even lewder, wetter sounds—gluck-gluck-gluck—as her head bobbed faster under his guiding chain. Her vagina spasmed helplessly around the merciless vibrator; juices dripped in a steady stream now, forming a dark, shameful puddle beneath her knees.
Feeling the exquisite tightness of his mother's throat milking him, He Hao's cock throbbed harder. Eyes darkening with lust, he tightened the chain and began actively fucking her mouth—short, sharp thrusts that made her gag and drool uncontrollably.
"Mom, suck tighter," he ordered in a low, trembling voice, still tinged with boyish shyness. "Harder—I'm almost there."
Qin Ya's body shook violently; rapid, pleading whimpers vibrated through her stuffed throat. Suction suddenly intensified until her cheeks hollowed dramatically; her tongue pressed flat beneath his shaft, creating a perfect, slippery tunnel. She could feel him swelling impossibly thicker, the veins pulsing against her lips.
The candlelight flickered; father and son calmly discussed studies and growth. Under the table, Qin Ya's depravity reached its peak—body trembling, cunt gushing, mouth used like a toy—forming a surreal contrast with the pure white snow outside.
He Hao's hips stuttered; with a choked groan he yanked the chain hard, burying himself to the root. Thick, hot ropes of semen erupted directly down his mother's throat. Qin Ya's eyes rolled back; she swallowed frantically, throat working around him, milking every drop even as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She gasped for air, coughing softly, then immediately leaned forward again to lick him clean with gentle, reverent swipes of her tongue.
The bathroom was filled with thick steam and mist; water trickled from the showerhead in a steady, soothing rhythm, splashing onto glossy tiled walls. Dim golden light filtered through the haze, illuminating Qin Ya and He Hao entwined beneath the spray. The air was heavy with the sweet scent of high-end shower gel and the sharp, unmistakable musk of prolonged arousal.
Qin Ya knelt naked on the warm tiles, water cascading over her snow-white skin in rivulets that traced every curve—over collarbones, down the heavy slope of her G-cup breasts where droplets hung from erect nipples like pearls, along the narrow waist, over the flare of hips, and finally down impossibly long legs. Her wet hair clung to cheeks and shoulders, framing a face flushed with submission and desire.
He Hao stood before her, youthful body lean and trembling slightly under the hot water, cock already rock-hard and jutting upward, veins bulging with urgent need.
Qin Ya cupped his face tenderly and began kissing him—soft, lingering presses of lips to cheek, forehead, bridge of nose, chin—warm, moist, worshipful. Her tongue followed, delicately licking away beads of sweat and water, tasting the clean, boyish flavor of his skin. Moving downward, she kissed his neck, shoulders, then took each finger into her mouth one by one, sucking gently, tongue swirling between them as if savoring the most exquisite treat. He Hao's breath hitched; low, needy sounds escaped his throat.
Continuing her descent, her lips brushed his chest, tongue flicking over small, developing nipples before tracing the faint lines of his abdomen. Finally she reached the burning cock standing proud between his legs. Without hesitation she lifted her heavy breasts and trapped the shaft in the deep, slick valley of her cleavage. Water and natural lubrication made the channel impossibly slippery; she pressed the soft mounds together tightly, creating a warm, fleshy tunnel, and began moving up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
He Hao groaned, hips jerking involuntarily as his cock slid between her breasts—each upward motion revealing the swollen, purple-red glans, each downward thrust burying it again in soft, pillowy heaven. Her rosy nipples dragged along his shaft with every stroke, sending sparks through his nerves.
"Ah… Mom's breasts… so soft… so warm…" He Hao gritted his teeth, hands bracing against the tiled wall, watching mesmerized as his cock disappeared again and again into that perfect cleavage.
Qin Ya lowered her head further, opening her small mouth to lick the emerging glans each time it peeked from between her breasts—delicate, swirling flicks over the slit, tasting the fresh surge of pre-cum that oozed steadily. Then she sealed her lips around the head and sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, combining the tight suction with the rhythmic squeezing of her breasts. The dual sensation made He Hao's knees nearly buckle.
When it was time to wash his feet, Qin Ya guided him gently to sit on the low stool. She knelt again with a basin of warm, scented water, eyes lowered in perfect submission.
Lifting her full breasts once more, she trapped one of He Hao's feet between them. The soft, heavy flesh enveloped his foot completely; water and shower gel made everything slick and warm. She squeezed harder, breasts deforming, nipples dragging across his toes. Then she lowered her head and began licking—from ankle to instep, tracing every tendon, every delicate bone beneath the skin. Her tongue darted between his toes, cleaning thoroughly, sucking each one into her mouth with soft, wet pops.
He Hao's breath grew ragged. He lifted his other foot and used his toes to pinch and roll one of her nipples—hard. The rosy bud deformed under pressure; Qin Ya shuddered violently, letting out a muffled moan around the toes in her mouth, yet never stopped licking. Her tongue swirled, lapped, delved between every crevice, saliva mixing with water and dripping from her chin onto her squeezed breasts.
He played with her nipples mercilessly—twisting, tugging, pinching—until they were swollen and dark red. Qin Ya's cunt dripped openly now, juices mixing with shower water and running in streams down her thighs, soaking the ruined stockings clinging to her legs.
"Mom, stand up. I'm going to fuck you." He Hao's voice was hoarse with need. "Turn around—hands on the wall."
Qin Ya rose obediently, turned, and braced her palms against the cool tiles. She arched her back deeply, raising her round, perfect ass high, legs spreading to present her soaked cunt. Water cascaded over her back, down the cleft of her buttocks, and over swollen labia that glistened obscenely.
He Hao gripped her narrow waist with both hands—fingers sinking into soft flesh—and aligned his throbbing cock. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt.
"Ah!" Qin Ya's cry echoed off the tiles as her cunt was suddenly stretched wide, filled completely. The thick shaft scraped every sensitive ridge inside her; the glans slammed against her cervix with the first stroke.
He gave her no time to adjust. Hips snapping forward with youthful violence, he began pounding into her—hard, wet slaps of skin on skin filling the steamy air. Each withdrawal dragged her slick walls outward; each brutal re-entry forced a fresh gush of juice that splattered their thighs.
Qin Ya's voluptuous body rocked forward with every impact, full breasts swinging wildly, nipples scraping the cold tiles and sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Her cunt gripped him like a velvet vice, inner walls rippling and sucking greedily.
He Hao watched, entranced, as his cock pistoned in and out—glistening with her cream, stretching her pink folds obscenely. He slapped her ass hard, leaving blooming red handprints on snow-white flesh, thrusting even deeper.
"Mom, your pussy is so tight… so hot… it's sucking me in…" He growled, pace turning frenzied, white foam forming at their joining.
Qin Ya could only moan—high, broken cries that grew more desperate with every stroke. Her thighs trembled; she pushed back to meet him, cunt clenching rhythmically.
"Mom, I'm going to cum!" With a guttural roar He Hao slammed forward one final time, cock buried impossibly deep. Scalding semen erupted directly into her womb—thick pulse after pulse flooding her, painting her insides white. Qin Ya's body convulsed; her cunt spasmed wildly, milking him dry as her own orgasm crashed through her. Juices and semen mixed, gushing out around his buried shaft and running in thick streams down her trembling legs.
He pulled out slowly; a flood of white followed, splattering the tiles. Qin Ya immediately sank to her knees again, mouth opening eagerly to clean his cock—tongue lapping gently at every trace of their combined release until he was spotless.
Steam still swirled; the depraved scent hung heavy in the air.
Night had fallen deep; only a dim yellow desk lamp illuminated the bedroom, casting soft amber glow over scattered textbooks and the rising tide of lust. The tutoring session had ended minutes ago. Qin Ya stood in a thin white cotton nightgown that clung to every curve, hem barely covering her thighs, black lace panties visible beneath, soaked through at the crotch.
He Hao leaned back in his chair, eyes burning. "Mom, I want to play dog-walking. Strip. Everything."