Xie Tian always found it strange how obsessed his wife was with his son, to the point that sometimes it felt almost... unnatural. He never saw this behavior from any other mothers. But since it didn't hinder their relationship, he didn't mind.
But recently, seeing Lian Mei's possessiveness over their son, he even started to think of ways he could use this to his advantage.
He also had a hidden desire that he'd never told anyone about. It wasn't about just showing his wife off to his guards. It was something even more perverted, something he had fantasized about for a long time.
Lian Mei gave her husband a seductive smile before turning her full attention to their son. She ran a hand down his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles of his stomach through his shirt.
"I think it's time for our son to learn about the... pleasures... of being a man," she said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "From the best teacher in the world. His mother."
Xie Lan felt a jolt, a hot rush of blood that made him dizzy. His mother, his own mother, was offering herself to him. Right here, in front of his father.
"What do you say, Xie Lan?" Lian Mei purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper, something that looked a lot like hunger. "Are you ready for your first taste of heaven with your mommy?"
Xie Lan looked at his father, half expecting to see anger, betrayal, or anything. But Xie Tian was looking at his wife with a strange, intense expression. It was like a fire had been lit in his eyes.
"Mei'er," Xie Tian said, his voice thick with an emotion Xie Lan couldn't quite place. "Are you sure about this?"
Lian Mei never took her eyes off her son. She just licked her lips, a slow, deliberate movement that made Xie Lan's breath catch in his throat. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
A silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. It was so quiet that Xie Lan could hear the pounding of his own heart, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.
Then, Xie Tian let out a slow, deep breath. "Do it. Show our son what it means to be a man. Show him the pleasure that only power can bring. And well, show him the pleasure that only I, his father, could have gotten otherwise."
With that, Lian Mei pulled Xie Lan by hand to the private chambers of Xie Tian, with Xie Tian following them like a ghost ready to enjoy the show.
All of Xie Lan's thoughts scattered. The system, revenge, the twins, the entrance exam—all of it faded away. There was only the warmth of his mother's hand in his, the hypnotic sway of her hips in front of him, and the knowledge of what was about to happen.
The door to the bedchamber clicked shut behind them, the sound sealing their fate. The room was large and lavish, filled with expensive furniture and rich, dark fabrics. But Xie Lan only had eyes for the woman standing before him.
"Look at me, Xie Lan," Lian Mei said; her voice was soft, but it held a power that demanded obedience. She was his mother, but in this moment, she was something more. A goddess of pleasure, ready to bestow her gift.
Xie Lan did as he was told, his eyes locking with hers. Her eyes, a deep, mesmerizing red, seemed to see right through him, to his very soul.
And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she reached up and slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
She didn't rush. She let the fabric fall away inch by inch, a slow-motion unveiling that was more intoxicating than any striptease he had ever imagined.
First, the swell of her breasts appeared, the soft, round flesh looking even more perfect without the restraint of the dress. Then, as the silk continued its journey down her body, the two pink, hard points of her nipples were revealed.
Xie Lan's breath hitched in his throat. They were perfect. Just like he had imagined, but even better. Not to mention those big breasts. They were bigger than he imagined. So big that even his hands, not small by any means, couldn't cover them up fully.
His eyes drifted down, following the path of the falling fabric. It slid over her flat stomach, over the curve of her hips, and finally pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in all her naked glory.
She wasn't even wearing underwear. The woman was completely bare, a living, breathing masterpiece of feminine beauty.
Between her legs, a small patch of dark, trimmed hair pointed the way to the hidden treasure that lay beneath. He could just make out the soft, pink lips of her pussy, glistening with moisture.
Xie Lan felt a hot, hard pressure building in his pants. He had never been this turned on in his entire life.
All this time, his father, Xie Tian, was sitting in a large, comfortable chair near the wall, like a king on his throne. He just sat there and watched with a mix of pride and dark amusement as his wife stood naked before his son.
His dick was already hard as a rock, straining against his pants. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying seeing his wife, his beautiful, untouchable wife, offering herself to another man. To his own son. The forbidden nature of the act, the sheer depravity of it, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
"Tell me, Xie Lan," Lian Mei said as she turned around and showed her perfect backside to him. "What do you think of your mother's body? Don't you think it is better than those little sluts you see every day?"