Chapter 9: Mother and Son Each with Their Own Secrets

However, despite witnessing such an intense scene, Yang Haoran felt that his lower body was completely limp with no movement whatsoever.

Looking first at his own body, then up at the stimulating image on the screen, Yang Haoran was initially surprised, then confused, before descending into a state of panic. 'Am I impotent?' he thought, his mind a complete blank.

"M-Mom… I… I…" Overwhelmed by his circumstances, Yang Haoran could no longer hide his distress. He stood up, his face a mask of panic as he gestured vaguely towards his lower body. He was attempting to communicate something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat, becoming increasingly elusive the more frantic he became.

Seeing her son's panic, Liu Ruoxi felt a complex mix of emotions. The actions she was about to undertake were unorthodox and against social norms.

The pressure was immense, yet seeing her helpless son seemed to have a grounding effect on her, as if she had been struck with a great force that brought her back to reality.

Keeping her face impassive, she squatted down, and under her son's surprised gaze, she reached out towards his cock with her fair and slender jade-like hand.

The cold contact seemed to provoke a reaction. The moment her slender fingers touched the cock, it jumped.

"M-mom…" Yang Haoran stuttered, unsure if his overwhelming feelings were due to excitement or disbelief.

'Mom is touching my cock?!'

His mother, a woman who, to him, was ethereal and stunning, had just broken an unsaid boundary. When she hardened her face, she was untouchable like a lofty flower on a cliff, beautiful yet distant, unapproachable, and even to gaze upon her felt forbidden.

Her icy gaze was like being exposed to a snowstorm, sharp and bone-chilling. In his heart, she was a queen, dignified, elegant, and coldly gorgeous. And he, despite being her son, felt insignificant and mundane in comparison.

However, the incident stirred excitement within him, causing a noticeable change in his physical state. His cock slightly rose up, becoming a long worm.

But compared to his usual reactions, this seemed rather mild.

"Sit down," Liu Ruoxi commanded, her face reddening slightly, yet she maintained a stern tone to uphold her maternal authority.

At her instruction, Yang Haoran returned to his seat in front of the computer. He was dressed in a white shirt, bare beneath, his posture open and awkward. His legs were split, and his purple-black cock was raised.

"Watch the video," she instructed, noticing his gaze fixated on her.

Yang Haoran was uncertain of his mother's intentions, but dared not disobey her. He obediently turned his attention back to the large multi-player game on the screen.

Liu Ruoxi slightly moved the computer chair to make some room, contemplating the next steps. The system had given her three tasks:

1. To masturbate her son for five minutes.

2. To allow her son to see her chest for 15 seconds.

3. To wear a sexy outfit provided by the game in front of her son for 30 seconds.

The tasks escalated in intensity, and Liu Ruoxi couldn't help but worry about how her son would perceive her after she completed them.

Would he see her as a shameless woman who attempted to seduce her own son under the guise of an aloof exterior? She decided it was better to fulfill these tasks under the premise of therapy, thereby maintaining her dignity as a mother.

As Liu Ruoxi pondered over her plan, which was already roughly outlined in her mind, she decided to act according to the blueprint.

"Does the video provoke any reaction?" she asked calmly.

"None, mom. Am I… impotent?" The reality of his situation finally dawned on Yang Haoran. If he was indeed dysfunctional, what was the point of anything?

In his dismay, he turned to his mother for consolation, "Mother, I only felt a slight reaction when you touched me earlier. Now it's gone again."

Liu Ruoxi decided to discuss the situation with her son before proceeding with her tasks. "Dr. Hao told me that you might experience some side effects in the future, like erectile difficulties. She suggested that some stimulation at home could help with your recovery," she explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "Don't overthink it. Remember, whatever mom does, it's all for your good."

Worried about how her actions might affect her image in her son's eyes, Liu Ruoxi tried to pre-empt any negative perceptions. After all, her actions later would not fit the image of a mother and would resemble that of a seductress.

In reality, Dr. Hao had only suggested that she should let her son watch adult content. The idea of becoming more directly involved hadn't crossed her mind.

With the situation clarified, Yang Haoran relaxed. He'd wrongly assumed that his mother had other intentions. He should've known better. After all, no mother would willingly touch her son's cock, let alone expose him to pornography.

Liu Ruoxi walked over to the window and closed the curtains. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted, becoming heavy and unclear. "You watch the video, and I'll help check if there's any response," she said calmly as she returned to her son's side.

After speaking, she crouched slightly, extended her delicate hand, and slowly grasped her son's shaft. When a man's private part is not erect, it is soft. She curiously squeezed it after grasping it.

Yang Haoran obediently watched the lewd scenes on the screen, but his mind was already fixated on his mother holding his shaft, and his heart burned with desire. A sense of arousal returned, causing a slight physical response. However, the real thrill was more psychological than physical.

"Move a bit… mom," Yang Haoran said with a trembling voice.

"Alright," Liu Ruoxi responded.

Liu Ruoxi's slender white fingers delicately wrapped around her son's dark cock, gently grasping it. She hesitated for a moment, then carefully started to move her hand.

The previously soft cock seemed to stir awake at her touch, slowly squirming and stretching, swelling slightly. Liu Ruoxi could distinctly feel her son's change, so she gently squeezed it again. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly; although there was improvement, it was still not fully erect.

Feeling his mother's soft and cool hand somewhat awkwardly stimulating him, Yang Haoran relaxed into the chair. His legs spread, his semi-erect cock slightly raised. His mother's pair of delicate hands grasped and moved along its length.

His stimulated cock secreted a drop of clear, viscous fluid from the eye-like urethral opening, slowly dripping down onto his mother's hand. Liu Ruoxi watched as the prostate fluid fell into her palm, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Realizing that this was a normal male reaction, she said nothing. Using the fluid as lubrication, she continued to stimulate her son's cock. Her technique was clearly unpracticed. She only knew one motion, and her grip and skill were not yet well-controlled.

Despite this, Yang Haoran was already extremely satisfied. His own filthy penis secreted fluid, defiling his ethereal fairy-like mother's delicate hands. Just the thought of it felt incredibly stimulating.