Shameless brat

The remote control finally arrived. I happily walked downstairs in my apartment complex when suddenly a firecracker went off beside me. Wang Li had thrown one at me, and it blew a small hole in my pants, which cost over 500 yuan.

Wang Li is a notorious troublemaker in our neighborhood. Rumor has it that his mother is some wealthy man's mistress, and Wang Li is his illegitimate son. The wealthy man is elusive, and they've always lived alone, with his mother spoiling Wang Li rotten.

I'm still somewhat skeptical of these rumors, but I've never actually seen their father. Wang Li's mother is young, beautiful, and loves to dress up; she doesn't seem to have any real job, yet she lives a life of luxury. So, there's some truth to the rumors.

Wang Li, startled when he saw me, started shouting excitedly. The young woman standing next to him, presumably his mother, didn't stop her son's behavior or apologize. She just stood there watching her son, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

I pulled out the remote, ready to control Wang Li and his mother and then beat Wang Li up, but when I actually did it, I saw the empty look in Wang Li's eyes and hesitated. His eyes seemed to say, "Even if you beat me black and blue, it's your problem." Being mind-controlled, I felt no pain. Calming down, I looked at the young woman again, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. "You like spoiling your child?

Fine, I can let you spoil him to your heart's content."

I released the hypnosis from the mother and son, then forced a kind smile, "Good morning, little brother." "Hmm?" Wang Li, probably from watching too much social dance, couldn't help but sway left and right, then pointed at me with his index finger.

"Who are you?"

"I saw you playing King of Glory in the neighborhood before." Actually, I hadn't seen you play at all; I was just making it up to get closer to you. "But to be honest, you're terrible at Zhong Kui... You're still Silver, right?" "It's all because that old hag won't let me play on my phone." Wang Li pointed at his mother with disgust. Calling his mother an old hag—I don't know if he's not in puberty and thinks real-life women are less attractive than anime characters, or if it's a failure of his upbringing. "If I had a phone to practice on every day, I could definitely beat you in a solo match..." "Okay." I pulled out the remote control. "Here, take this." "What's this?" Wang Li snatched it away without even a thank you, as if it were all perfectly normal.

"It's a remote control. Point this at your mom, and then you can control her. Didn't you say you needed a phone to play on? With this, you can play to your heart's content." "Whoa!" Wang Li jumped three feet high and immediately used it on his mother.

His mother was touching up her makeup, sitting on a bench with her legs crossed, applying lipstick with a small mirror. Suddenly, she froze. Although her eyes, still bright and alert, hadn't yet focused, her mind went blank. She didn't even notice her son rummaging through her bag for her phone. She wore false eyelashes, and her half-open eyes, beneath the eyeshadow, stared at her slightly parted mouth in the mirror. Her hand, holding the lipstick, froze beside her lips. Her black-stockinged feet, which had been picking out shoes, were now motionless, only the slight sway of her high heels a reminder that time hadn't stopped.

"What's the password?" Wang Li was getting impatient.

The woman didn't react at all, as if she were asleep with her eyes open. Wang Li grabbed her hand and quickly tried the password with his left index finger. With a clatter, the stopped high heel fell to the ground.

"Hmm..." I looked at Wang Li, who was engrossed in playing King of Glory, and then at the woman sitting in the chair in a strange posture. It didn't seem like her son had used much force to pry her hands open. It seemed that her muscles weren't stiff, but her brain had just stopped thinking. "How about... you stop playing for a bit, and we figure out how to get your mom home first?" The kid was so engrossed in his game that he didn't care about anything else. He pointed to a building, "I live on the seventh floor, left side. You can take my mom home yourself." He seemed very excited, rapidly wiping his phone screen with his index finger while shouting into the air, "Stealing her home! This is going to work!" Silly boy, I've already stolen your home! I watched as Wang Li, who seemed to have his eyes glued to his phone screen, took the keys and cash from the woman's bag, and then half-walked, half-dragged her into the elevator, as if he were carrying a mannequin. Within that short 100-meter stretch, her high heels scraped against the ground with a clattering sound, and she even fell off several times. Through her stockings, I could see her bright red nail polish. Several times, I almost wanted to just grab this slut and kiss her, but I held back. I watched Wang Li, engrossed in her game of King of Glory, and slowly closed the elevator doors.

I was still reeling from the shock of why Wang Li had so readily given a stranger her home address. But compared to the fact that my remote control could actually control someone, that question wasn't so important. I opened the door, inwardly cursing that she was indeed being kept by a rich businessman; the decor was too luxurious. However, her room was messy, with toys and dried liquids piled on the floor, which had accumulated dust over time, becoming gray stains. Her room gave me the overall impression of a dilapidated ancient palace, luxuriously decorated but already beginning to rot inside.

I tossed the woman onto the sofa. "What's your name?"

The woman remained motionless, still in the same position her son had been holding. I shook my head. Let's get down to business. I found many hidden corners in the house and installed pinhole cameras in them. I usually installed several in every corner of each room, so the computer could analyze different angles to create a model of her house. Simply put, through these cameras, I was like an invisible person, able to walk around their rooms and monitor their actions.

This is also why I gave the remote control to Wang Li. His mother doesn't care about him, so I'll appropriately exacerbate her "spoiling" behavior. I'm curious to see what a domineering child will do after gaining the power to even make unreasonable demands on his elders.

After installing the cameras, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I thoroughly cleaned her house. I've given this child an almost perfect start; what he does next is up to him.

Wang Li returned home, his phone burning hot from playing. I don't know his score, but he must have had a lot of fun. He used the remote control to bring the woman back to her senses, and that's when I learned his mother's name was Mi Jing.

Mi Jing was utterly bewildered by her unexpected arrival at home from the table. Wang Li, that sly fox, hadn't mentioned the remote control to his mother at all, keeping up a tangent with other things to ingratiate himself. His mother, oblivious, hadn't investigated further, only giving Wang Li a few light scolding. The first day passed uneventfully.

Until two in the morning, I was suddenly awakened by the remote control's notification. I jolted awake, rushed to the computer, and rewound the monitoring time to five minutes prior.

Mi Jing was fast asleep in her room. Compared to her heavily made-up daytime image, she was now completely bare-faced, but that didn't mean her beauty was solely due to makeup; she looked good no matter what. The elegant and aloof woman of the day was now lying peacefully asleep on silk pillows. Her sleeping posture wasn't very good; she'd kicked off half the blanket, her graceful figure in a dark robe barely visible.

Damn it. I swallowed hard, a slight throbbing in my groin. I'd seen countless nude photos of women online, many more revealing than her sleeping pose, but I knew those models were far removed from my life. They used aliases, lived in places I didn't know, and I'd probably never meet them in real life.

But Mi Jing was different. I knew a little about her background, and we could chat about topics suitable for all ages when we met. She wasn't like the models in those photos; she was a person, a living, breathing human being.

We've gone off-topic. Wang Li gently pushed the door open, holding the remote control. He was holding something in his hand, presumably the remote. He stood blankly by the bed, staring at his mother, seemingly hesitant about using it.

"Hmm..." Mi Jing shifted her sleeping position, startling Wang Li. He quickly retreated to the doorway, pretending to go to the bathroom, and only tiptoed in after seeing his mother had settled back into a sleep. Mi Jing's drowsy posture became even more erotic; most of her body was exposed under the covers, and I could even see her nipples under her pajamas. Her lower body was on her side, exposing most of her buttocks. From Wang Li's perspective, his mother's lace panties and her tender labia, taut and almost spilling out, were incredibly close.

At this moment, I calmed down. Rather than masturbating to this suggestive, borderline sexually suggestive surveillance, I was more interested in seeing Wang Li's reaction.

Previously hesitant, Wang Li finally made up his mind upon seeing his mother's plump buttocks. It seemed he had the desire but not the courage to seduce his mature mother; all it would take was a little external influence to trick him into having sex with her.

His penis was erect, and his hand holding the remote control trembled slightly. I chuckled and cursed, "This bastard barely has any pubic hair; does he really think he can do anything to his mother?"

He pressed the remote control button on his mother's hand. It was at this moment that I received the alert.

Mi Jing suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, startling Wang Li. However, her face remained expressionless, her breathing calm and even; she was still asleep, only her eyes were open.

Wang Li waved his hand in front of her eyes, then became bolder. He turned on the light, restoring color to my monitor, and then gently touched Mi Jing's nipple with his index finger.

Mi Jing stared blankly into the distance through her son's eyes. She did spoil her son, but not to the point of allowing him to casually play with her body. I made myself a cup of coffee; tonight was going to be interesting.

The mother's indifference undoubtedly gave Wang Li immense confidence. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he reached out and unbuttoned his mother's nightgown. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing a bra. "Holy crap..." Wang Li and I both gasped in unison. He then pointed the remote at Mi Jing, whose expression immediately turned into a smile.

Wang Li clearly didn't know all the functions of the remote, so he started randomly pressing each button to test its effect. Sometimes Mi Jing would waddle around the room like a chick, and other times she would mimic a dedicated mime artist, relishing her nonexistent high heels with a knife and fork, wiping her mouth with her stockings afterward. Her expression remained a smile throughout. Finally, she went to the balcony wearing only her underwear. Wang Li pressed a button, and Mi Jing began to squat and stand up, hands behind her head. Her underwear started dripping, and her breasts swayed up and down. She smiled as she gazed into the distance, completely unaware that she was urinating in front of her son.

Wang Li quickly rinsed Mi Jing and then had her follow him. Mi Jing, holding her right wrist with her left hand, followed slowly behind. Her path was blocked by a cabinet, so she bumped into it hard, then pressed her face against the cabinet door and continued walking in place.

"Damn it..." I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to talk in crowds, but when I'm alone, I like to talk to myself. "Mi Jing's head is all red and she still hasn't reacted..." Wang Li pulled Mi Jing back on track, then stared at his mother, who was a head taller than him. "Make your gaze level with mine." "Okay." Mi Jing knelt down without hesitation, then smiled at her son. Wang Li was startled. "Mom, you can talk? Weren't you asleep?" "I can talk, I'm asleep. My consciousness is divided into two parts. Most of my consciousness is dormant, and only a part is responsible for obeying your commands and taking corresponding actions." "So..." Wang Li stroked the red mark on his mother's forehead, "Are you still sleeping?" "Yes, I'm dreaming," Mi Jing replied. "Even though I'm answering your questions, it's more like an instinctive reaction. My brain can't process what I see and hear right now." "If I make an unreasonable request, will you refuse?" "The area responsible for judgment is dormant, so I will default to executing any instructions I understand." I stopped drinking my coffee. Mi Jing claimed she was sleeping, but how could her logic be so clear? She even used words like "execute" and "instructions." But then I thought, well, with a mind-controlled remote, what is impossible?

"Then lie down, but not completely down, just keep your head parallel to my hips." Mi Jing complied, leaning forward, her face pressed tightly against her son's underwear, her face still bearing that stiff yet natural smile. She knelt with her hands on the ground and her legs spread apart. Wang Li didn't hold back, pulling out his penis directly, his testicles swaying in Mi Jing's dilated pupils.

He squeezed out his glans, which was tightly covered by his foreskin, and then rubbed it against his mother's forehead.

Looking at that smegma made me nauseous. What was he doing? Marking his possessions with his scent? He'd probably be using his mother's shoes and socks to glue them sooner or later.

Soon he had rubbed his smegma all over his mother's face, and I was actually glad I wasn't there.

Mi Jing's expression didn't change at all despite being treated like this by her son, and then she caught his urine on her face. The urine flowed from the corner of her eye, as if Mi Jing was crying.

"...So filial." I watched Wang Li smugly ordering his mother to imitate him. "But the more arrogant he gets now, the more uncomfortable he'll be later." Wang Li made Mi Jing stand up, then raised his hand to knead Mi Jing's large breasts. Mi Jing also raised her hand, a few sparse armpit hairs under her arm, kneading the air.

"Haha, Mom, are you enjoying it?" Wang Li's thumb and forefinger twisted Mi Jing's two purplish-red nipples like screws.

"Haha, Mom, are you enjoying it?" Mi Jing repeated with a smile, her face gradually flushing red, and her nipples hardening.

"Mi Jing is a big idiot!"

"Mi Jing is a big idiot." No matter what, Mi Jing had at least gone to university, but all the knowledge she had learned seemed to be completely sealed away at this moment. She was now truly acting like an idiot, blindly obeying her middle school son, even though her son was far inferior to her in both knowledge and social experience.

Wang Li had his fill of masturbation. He used one hand to masturbate while the other hand played with his mother's thick labia. Mi Jing did the same, gently tapping Wang Li's back with her hollow fist, unconsciously repeating her son's lewd words in a state of extreme excitement: "Haha, slutty mom. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, now I can make you say whatever I want. Wang Li is my master. Mi Jing is an unconscious doll. I'm such a big idiot.

Mi Jing is so stupid. Hahaha, you can even repeat what I say, that's great. Slutty mom, I'm going to cum. Ahhhhhh." I was amused by Mi Jing's emotionless moans. Wang Li's first time was actually masturbation, even with his mother right in front of him. It was a bit too pathetic, but it was understandable that he didn't dare to ejaculate inside her directly. The two of them sat on the ground, and Mi Jing was also mimicking her son's panting.

"One day, I'll ejaculate inside you, Mi Jing."

Wang Li quickly regained his energy. He found this thing much more interesting than King of Glory. He stood up, watching his mother walk, and like a mime artist, picked up something and smelled it. I looked at Mi Jing and realized what was happening. He was controlling his mother to smell the short stockings on the washing machine. Mi Jing smelled them while reaching down to her genitals, but her fingers wandered around her vagina several times without penetrating, finally managing to slowly insert two fingers.

Mi Jing never dreamed that she would be doing such a shameful thing in front of her son, whom she had begged to do during the day because of King of Glory. She smelled them while masturbating, saying in a serious tone, "Mom, your stockings are so horny. Does it feel good to smell your own stockings while masturbating?" "So good," Wang Li replied, like a stand-up comedian.

Mi Jing had probably been deprived of sex for a long time; her cunt quickly became soaking wet, and the sound of water was clearly audible. "I'm Mi Jing, the slutty mom. My favorite thing is to masturbate while smelling my slutty socks. I'll keep this a secret very well; I'll never let my son know my secret." Mi Jing stood up, masturbating as she moved forward. Because of the pleasure and her fingers constantly inside her vagina, she couldn't walk normally; her toes were taut, like she was dancing ballet. She walked to the shoe cabinet, mechanically pulled it open, and took out a pair of red high heels and a pair of black stockinged boots. Mi Jing mechanically kissed and licked her high heels, even kissing the footprints inside the shoes repeatedly. She immediately switched to licking the soles of the black high-heeled boots; her expression didn't reveal whether she liked them or not, but she kept saying things like "So delicious."

Her body began to turn slightly red. She lined up her high heels like she was drawing lots, then, like a mother dog licking her puppies, she licked each one with her lips and tongue, making slurping sounds.

Under her son's ambiguous command, she climaxed. Her eyes involuntarily narrowed, and her whole body trembled. Seeing her climax, Wang Li made her stand up and began reciting multiplication tables. The scene in the room was this: a beautiful young woman with vacant eyes, her fingers slightly white from being squeezed by the muscles of her vagina, fluid gushing from between her fingers. Even though she was climaxing, her trembling voice mechanically followed her son's murmured multiplication tables.

"Three times four equals eighteen, three times five equals fifteen..." Mi Jing's soft voice and the sounds of fluid echoed in the quiet midnight room.

It's strange, if she knew that during her climax she wasn't thinking of men, but of her own sexy high heels and being forced to climax by her own fingers, what would her reaction be? Would this be considered rape? An uninformed person might even think she had raped herself!

What happened next was rather uninteresting. The only interesting part was Wang using "MiHoYo" as a hypnotic command for his mother. Her surname was Mi, so "MiHoYo" was easy to remember. He washed Mi Jing, put her to bed, and then cleaned up the house himself—a cleanup job, though the house was noticeably messier, which was a good thing, proving the family was slowly decaying.

The next morning, I ran into them. Wang Li's attitude towards me was much better, and Mi Jing was completely different from the night before, only interested in admiring her nails. However, I noticed a pubic hair stuck to her lip, probably without her even realizing it.

Not long after I got home, they returned. As soon as Wang Li entered, he eagerly used the remote control. Mi Jing, wearing thick black stockings, froze in mid-air, her shoes falling to the ground. She quickly recovered and came in as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Mom. 'Record'." Mi Jing turned around and saw Wang Li grinning, his penis erect, standing before her. Mi Jing was startled and immediately scolded, "Wang Li, what are you doing!" "Stop recording." Mi Jing froze in mid-air, her face still flushed with anger. But she had stopped thinking; if her son didn't regain his senses, she could stand there all day.

"Loop playback."

Mi Jing's expression relaxed, then she was startled again, "Wang Li, what are you doing!" Her anger vanished, only to be startled again, "Wang Li, what are you doing!" Ignoring his mother's repeated actions, Wang Li unbuttoned her jeans and slowly undressed her. In no time, he had stripped her naked and then provocatively licked her genitals. Finally, he put a sexy bra on her and then a tight sweater on her.

Mi Jing was completely unaware of her transformation; she was simply repeating her previous actions over and over again. In a moment of excitement, Wang Li slapped her, and Mi Jing was only startled, "Wang Li, what are you doing!"

"Delete the recording." Upon hearing this, Mi Jing's memory of those few seconds vanished instantly.

Her face changed from anger to confusion. Unaware of the change in her clothing, she silently covered her face.

"Mom, let me teach you a little game," Wang Li said, trying to play another prank. "Stretch out your hand and make a hollow fist." "Okay, and then?" "Wave it up and down...record it." "

What's the point of that..." Before Mi Jing could finish, Wang Li interrupted her immediately, "Stop recording, loop it." "What's the point of that..." Mi Jing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her hand still waving on its own. Wang Li waved his hand in front of her, but she didn't react at all. "What's the point of that..." She was now back to a blank state, mechanically repeating her confused expression.

"Haha." Wang Li walked over, took off his pants, placed his mother's hand on his penis, and then clenched his mother's fist. Mi Jing began to masturbate her son. "Masturbating for me, that's the point." "What's the point... what's the point..." Amidst his mother's confused murmurs, Wang Li ejaculated hot, thick semen. But after finishing, he didn't rush to deactivate his mother's recording. He simply comfortably placed his legs on his mother's shoulders, letting her continue to ejaculate for him.

If Mi Jing were conscious, she would never allow her son's feet to rub against her face, but she didn't know what she was doing, nor did she know that her son's semen had sprayed all over her face. "What's the point..." She repeated her previous actions like a mechanical clock, thinking of nothing, never knowing fatigue.

Wang Li simply couldn't ejaculate anymore. His penis slipped from his mother's hand, but she was still waving her hand and muttering the same thing repeatedly.

Wang Li went to the kitchen and got a cucumber. He took his mother to the living room and inserted the cucumber into her mouth. His mother waved her hand and muttered in the living room, like a malfunctioning robot. Wang Li left his mother there and went to wash vegetables and cook.

By keeping the recording playing on a loop, Wang Li managed to get Mi Jing to eat only rice and not a single bite of vegetables. After finishing her meal, Mi Jing stared blankly at her bowl, wondering, "What did the food taste like today...?" Little did she know her son was struggling to suppress a laugh.

Thank goodness, Wang Li hadn't ejaculated on the food. Perhaps as a son's last shred of conscience, he offered to wash the dishes after the meal.

"Mom, where are you going?"

"To relieve myself," Mi Jing replied casually, but Wang Li immediately uttered the three magical words, "Mi Hu You." Mi Jing was instantly brainwashed by Mi Hu You, sitting blankly on the floor.

"Mi Jing, every time you need to relieve yourself," Wang Li said, tapping Mi Jing's forehead. With each tap, Mi Jing's expression grew more and more like an inflatable doll. "You must get my permission before you can relieve yourself freely. This command only applies to urination, and only this one time. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Good, wake up." Mi Jing woke up. "Son, I need to go to the toilet, okay?" "No." Wang Li was washing the dishes, not even turning around.

"Oh." Mi Jing said and went into the bathroom. Wang Li thought the order wouldn't work, but when he finished washing the dishes, Mi Jing rushed out and hugged and kissed her son. "Good son, be good, I'm begging you, please let me go to the toilet, okay?" "No." Mi Jing was already standing on end. Why did she have to get her son's permission to go to the toilet? She was the one in charge of her son! She couldn't understand it at all, but the urge to urinate was tormenting her so much that she couldn't think straight. She even squatted down, her face covered in sweat, with a fawning smile and her lips pouting, as if she was about to kiss her son at any moment. She pleaded with her son in her sweetest voice, "Let Mommy pee~ Mommy is holding it in so much~ Mmm... good son~" She kept kissing her silly-smiling son, her maternal love and shame bursting out at the same time. She felt a burning heat deep inside her, and urine was repeatedly gushing out of her urethra, but she couldn't urinate without her son's permission.

"Okay," Wang Li said, "Go to your wardrobe, find the cheongsam with the shortest hem, put it on, then drink a bowl of water. Don't wear underwear, then put on black stockings and your silver sky-high heels. Go wash your hair, put on heavy makeup, and finally go out and talk to the neighbor. You can only pee when the neighbor says the trigger word 'You're a slut.'" "But...but..." Mi Jing revealed her secret while searching in the wardrobe, "This one's for seducing your dad..." I was shocked. It seemed Mi Jing was really a mistress!

Mi Jing quickly changed into the cheongsam, which had a heart-shaped cutout in the middle, clearly showing her cleavage. Then she drank a bowl of water. Her expression and movements seemed to be on fast-forward, but it was understandable; holding in pee is never pleasant. In front of her son, her face flushed, she changed into stockings, then untied her hair by the basin and began washing it.

Of course, her son, Wang Li, wouldn't be idle. He mischievously took a small pair of scissors and cut his mother's thick, curly pubic hair short. "Wow..." Wang Li spread his mother's labia majora, revealing her rosy secret garden, with strands of moisture in the center. "Mom, your genitals are so beautiful." Mi Jing was filled with shame and indignation; her genitals were being admired and played with by her own son. She closed her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, wet her hair with a towel, and then hurriedly applied shampoo. Wang Li wasn't idle either; his fingers slid around the outside of his mother's genitals, quickly covering his hands with sticky, slippery love fluid. He soon found the urethra and gently probed it with his index finger.

"Ah...ha...ah...son...no..." Mi Jing's long legs, clad in black stockings, and her buttocks, half-hidden by her cheongsam, trembled and swayed, her legs slick with love fluid, her urethra opening and closing. It seemed the power of the command even surpassed the power of her physical activity. Mi Jing's voice trembled with a sob, yet it was also filled with a joyful tremor, her tone ambiguous between coquettishness and reproach. "Don't play there... even your father has never played there... besides, Mommy needs to pee..." She finally finished washing her hair. After quickly drying it with a hairdryer, Mi Jing rushed to the vanity. She crossed her legs and diligently applied makeup, trying to ease the growing urge to urinate by stretching her legs, but her son kept tickling her waist to make her laugh, sometimes even grabbing the base of her breasts and pulling them forward. With her attention highly distracted, Mi Jing's makeup was crooked and uneven, her lipstick resembling Harley Quinn's.

Finally finished, after about half an hour, she let out a long sigh, stood up unsteadily, put on her sky-high heels, and went out. Seeing this, I also left the house, following her at a distance.

She looked around for someone to talk to, then stood behind them, hesitant to speak, before silently turning away. Her subconscious was still rebelling; her dignity wouldn't allow her to urinate in front of a stranger.

I had to help her.

I pretended to bump into her while passing by, and began to admire Mi Jing's appearance up close: her face was covered in sweat, a strand of hair clung messily to her face, and her makeup was a messy, smudged mess from the sweat. One of her feet was lightly stomping on the ground, while the other was twirling and rubbing against the ground. "Hey, Mi Jing. Good afternoon, out for a walk after lunch?" "Yeah." She smiled involuntarily at me as if she had seen a savior. "What a coincidence." "Are you back from shopping?" I cut to the chase, "Your makeup is so special today." "Ah...ah...yes..." Mi Jing's hand involuntarily covered her lower body. Her cheongsam was already short, and half of her buttocks were faintly visible as she walked down the street. This gave me a clear view of her genitals, though she probably didn't care. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, turned her face to one side, and then slowly raised her leg, her face flushed with shame.

She did a split while standing. It takes a lot of courage to do this in front of strangers without underwear. Her mind went blank, and then she stammered, "Aba...ba...no...don't look...okay, I'll look...do you think I'm a slut?" I pretended to be speechless. "Mi Jing, what are you doing! You're a mother!" "I know, I know!" Mi Jing said, her voice trembling with tears, and then she started masturbating, trying to seduce me. "Just answer me if I'm a slut, I really can't hold back anymore, I'll explain the rest later..." "This...this..." I continued to play dumb. "You're not a slut, you must have something you can't say..." "Don't do this!" she almost cried. Losing her mind, Mi Jing staggered towards me like a zombie. She grabbed my hand and frantically touched her genitals, her eyes filled with a burning desire. "Just tell me the truth, I won't be angry. Come on, smell me." Her eyes were filled with little hearts. "Is my pussy horny?" I knew she'd get uremia if she kept holding back, so I finally uttered her trigger word, "You're a horny cunt." Hearing the trigger word, Mi Jing froze, her eyes rolling back as she stood there. Suddenly, all her muscles tensed, her face contorted into an "ah-hee" expression, her tongue lolling out and making "oh-woo-oh-woo" sounds, while her hands flapped wildly like a chick's wings. A trickle of urine flowed from her genitals, quickly turning into a massive stream of urine. Throughout the urination, her eyes remained rolled back, in a semi-conscious state. I even took a few steps forward, holding her hand, and she followed along, unconscious.

"Phew..." She let out a long sigh after urinating, clutching her chest and standing for a while, casually tucking her hair behind her ear. Realizing what she had done stupidly, she screamed and ran away, covering her face.

"How are you, Mom? Are you done?"

"Ahhh... Mom was so scared... Lili, you really shouldn't refuse Mom next time." "Okay." Wang Li took out the remote and pointed it at her mother. "Mom, look, what's this?" "Judgment Dissonance." Mi Jing looked at the button with a puzzled expression. "What does this mean?" "It means you can't refuse anyone's request now. The part of your brain responsible for judgment has malfunctioned; you'll agree to even the most outrageous and unreasonable requests." "Really?" Mi Jing smiled, "But I still feel the same as usual." "Mom, give me your phone, I want to see your WeChat chat history." "Okay." Mi Jing unlocked her phone and handed it to her son. Wang Li quickly flipped through it and continued to give orders, "Show me the chat history you least want your son to see." Mi Jing took the phone, crossed her legs, and lazily lay on the sofa, searching through it. "I've booked a hotel room with this person several times," Mi Jing clicked on a picture. She was wearing a flight attendant uniform and fishnet stockings, bound hand and foot, with several vibrating eggs inserted into her genitals. The chat history between the two was extremely ambiguous, and there were countless similar chats.

"Mom, they say you're a slutty bitch."

"Because Mom's sex drive is always particularly strong in front of them, plus Mom likes the feeling of being insulted, so they call her that." Wang Li was furious. He ordered his mother to lie on the ground, and then he rode on top of her to take out the money she had hidden away. Poor Mi Jing had painstakingly hidden her money in several places, and now she had voluntarily handed it all over to her son.

"Sit on the coffee table."

"Okay, and then?" Mi Jing asked.

"Hold your toes with your hands." After saying this, Wang Li began to carefully admire Mi Jing's black-stockinged feet, while giving commands like "contract" and "expand" to control them.

"Bring your feet together," Wang Li commanded, then used his lower body to thrust between her feet.

As he thrust, Wang Li asked, "Mom, can I do footjob with you?" "Of course not. I'm your mother, you're your son, we can't do that kind of thing." "Mom, do footjob with me now." Mi Jing's feet immediately began to move, performing footjob for Wang Li. Her black-stockinged feet were slippery and very comfortable, the warm touch of her soles and Mi Jing's moderate pressure meant she had done this many times before. Seeing this, Wang Li smiled:

"Mom, what are you doing now?"

"Doing footjob with my precious son."

"Mom, do it faster."

"I told you we're mother and son." Mi Jing quickened her pace, rubbing her feet repeatedly against Wang Li's glans. "I won't do foot fetish with you." "What's the most disgusting thing you've ever done?" "I masturbated in front of my stockings and high heels." Mi Jing wasn't angry at all; it seemed she really thought these instructions were similar to usual... "Mom, now kneel with your back to me, and lift up the hem of your cheongsam." "Okay." Mi Jing laughed as she lifted the hem, revealing her large, round buttocks. "I still won't agree to anything too outrageous... Hahaha!" Wang Li started scratching Mi Jing's feet, making her laugh so hard she couldn't catch her breath. I stared at the computer screen like an old man on the subway looking at his phone, but my hands were also unconsciously making piston-like movements.

"Mom, let's have a dress-up show. Take out all your clothes, and I can choose whatever I want!" "Okay!" Mi Jing walked to the wardrobe and threw all the clothes out. Thousands of yuan worth of clothes were just thrown on the ground, and she also found many nipple clamps and vibrators.

The dress-up show began. Mi Jing was wearing a hoodie and had her own underwear over her face. Her lower body was completely naked, with black pantyhose on her left leg, flesh-colored stockings on her right, and black patent leather high heels. Wang Li, like a goblin, clung to her from behind. He grabbed Mi Jing's breasts and, for the first time, inserted his penis into his mother's vagina.

"So this is how it feels to fuck a woman," Wang Li said, roughly thrusting into Mi Jing's breasts. Mi Jing was enjoying the sensation and began to walk like a model, moaning lewdly. After the walk, Wang Li made his mother put on a coat, leaving her naked underneath.

"Mom, grab your breasts," Wang Li said, scribbling wildly on his mother's body with a marker. Then he continued thrusting into her from behind. Mi Jing crawled forward while being fucked, singing lewd songs at her son's request.

"I'm Mi Jing, the slut~ I love being filled by my son's little cock~" "Ahhh." Wang Li started to inhale, "I'm going to cum, Mom, bark like a dog to cheer me on!" "Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!" Mi Jing barked like a dog while feeling a hot liquid flowing into her flower. She wiggled her butt and turned to look at her son, who was still unsatisfied.

"Lick up the semen that's spilled on the ground from your genitals. Mom, where's your dignity as a mother?" "This isn't the old society anymore," Mi Jing said while licking, "Of course I have dignity." "Oh...is that so?" Wang Li picked up a fly swatter, "Every time I hit you, you have to randomly choose from three answers: 'Jingnu deserves to be hit,' 'I have no dignity,' and 'Thank you.'" "Slap!" "Jingnu deserves to be hit." "Slap!"

"Jingnu deserves to be hit."

"Slap!"

"I have no dignity."

"Slap!"

...

Before they knew it, it was evening. "How's it going, Mom? Are you experiencing that feeling of disorientation now?" "No..." Mi Jing, her bottom swollen and covered in graffiti, shook her head. "I still feel the same as usual." "Okay. Mom, give me some pocket money." "Okay." Mi Jing took out her wallet and handed over a five-yuan note.

Wang Li held the note thoughtfully. "Why are you giving it to me? Because I got good grades?" "Because you asked, so I gave it to you." Mi Jing smiled, patting Wang Li's head.

"Mom, give me 100 yuan."

"Okay."

"Mom, give me your wallet and your keys. Tell me your bank account passwords. You can't take them without my permission." "Okay. The passwords for ICBC and CCB are 114514, and the passwords for CMB and Bank of Communications are 191981." Naturally, Mi Jing did as she was told.

"Mom, repeat 'Mi Jing is a big idiot, a useless bitch who has no opinions of her own and only listens to her son' 50 times." Wang Li licked his lips, pushing his luck.

"Mi Jing is a big idiot, a spineless bitch who only listens to her son, Mi Jing is a big idiot, a spineless bitch who only listens to her son..." Compared to the mechanical repetition last night, Mi Jing spoke much more naturally now. Wang Li counted the money while casually giving orders, "Masturbate while slapping yourself." Mi Jing really did repeat it while masturbating and slapping herself hard. After reciting it 50 times, she was still slapping herself. Wang Li told her to stop, "Mom, now you're penniless, how do you plan to live?" "I don't know." Mi Jing, her face flushed, went to brush her teeth and wash her face.

"Mi Jing, start counting down from 100,000." Wang Li stretched and prepared to go to bed.

"Okay. 100,000, 99,999, 99,998, 99,997..." This brat has completely gone crazy. Sooner or later, he'll drive his mother crazy.

The next day, Wang Li got up very early and found Mi Jing still counting, "Sixty-one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six, sixty-two thousand four hundred and eighty-eight..." Wang Li felt a pang of heartache, but it was just a crocodile's feigned compassion. "Stop counting, go to sleep." "Okay." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Mi Jing's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, falling asleep with her eyes half-open.

I fast-forwarded through the recording and found that Mi Jing really did count obediently all night long, no matter when it was played back at normal speed, she was still counting.

"You have to go to school today..." Wang Li covered Mi Jing with a blanket, then hid the remote control, cash, keys, and other valuables, and went out alone.

[The End]

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