Winter had fully arrived. Pale golden sunlight slanted through the half-open curtains of He Hao's bedroom, bathing the room in lazy warmth. On the monitor, a fierce game raged—swords clashed, explosions flashed—while He Hao sat hunched over keyboard and mouse, headphones clamped tight, completely absorbed.
On the carpet beside his chair knelt Qin Ya, motionless and obedient, dressed—or rather, decorated—as her son's personal pet.
A wide black leather collar hugged her pale throat, the silver tag engraved "Hao Hao's Bitch" glinting whenever she breathed. Matching silver nipple rings pinched her swollen, dark-pink buds; a thin chain ran between them, swaying with every tiny tremor and tugging mercilessly whenever her heavy G-cup breasts shifted. A long, fluffy white dog tail sprouted from the thick metal plug buried deep in her anus, the fur brushing the backs of her thighs each time she swallowed. Black leather cuffs bound her wrists to her elbows behind her back and her ankles to her thighs, forcing her to remain on her knees, torso proudly presented, cunt openly exposed and already dripping a steady stream of clear fluid onto the carpet beneath her.
"Final exams are coming soon," He Hao said at last, pulling off his headphones and stretching. "If I rank in the top ten in my university class, how will you reward me, Mom?"
He reached down and hooked a finger through the ring on her collar, yanking her forward until her face pressed against his crotch. Qin Ya's cheeks flushed crimson; her misty eyes lifted to meet his.
"Hao Hao can have anything he wants," she whispered, voice trembling with shameful eagerness. "Mommy's entire body belongs to you."
He Hao's fingers slid lower, lazily flicking the nipple chain. The sudden tug made Qin Ya gasp; her clamped nipples stretched painfully, the silver links chiming softly. Instantly her cunt clenched, another thick drop of juice falling from her parted labia to join the growing wet spot beneath her.
"Anything?" He Hao's voice dropped to a hungry growl. "Then lie on the bed. I want both holes filled again."
Qin Ya's breath hitched, but she immediately crawled forward—awkward, humiliating movements with wrists and ankles bound—until she reached the bed. She climbed up clumsily, tail swaying lewdly between her crimson-marked buttocks, and positioned herself on hands and knees exactly as ordered: back deeply arched, ass raised high, face buried in the pillow, legs spread just enough to display everything.
He Hao stood behind her, drinking in the sight. Sunlight poured over her snow-white skin, making the welts from last night's whipping glow faint pink. Her cunt lips were already puffy and glistening, the entrance fluttering visibly with need. The metal base of the tail plug winked between her cheeks; every tiny clench of her anus made the fluffy tail twitch.
He grasped the plug's base and twisted slowly, feeling her ring stretch and grip the metal. Qin Ya whimpered into the pillow, hips rocking involuntarily. With a deliberate, cruel slowness he pulled—watching the thickest part force her anus open wider and wider until it finally popped free with a wet, obscene sound. Her gaping hole winked, pink and slick with lube, then slowly contracted. A thin rivulet of leftover lube mixed with her own juices trickled down to her dripping cunt.
He Hao dropped his pants. His thick cock sprang out—already achingly hard, veins bulging, glans flushed dark purple and shining with pre-cum. He rubbed the swollen head against her soaked entrance once, twice, coating himself in her slick, then slammed forward in one forceful thrust.
The sudden invasion tore a muffled scream from Qin Ya's throat. Her cunt—still swollen from the night before—stretched wide around his thickness, inner walls fluttering wildly as they tried to accommodate him. He gave her no mercy, no pause; hips snapped forward again and again, each stroke bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin, his balls smacking heavily against her clit. The force rocked her entire body; her bound arms and legs kept her perfectly immobile, turning her into nothing more than a living sleeve for his cock.
He leaned over her back, chest pressing against her bound arms, and wrapped one hand around her throat just above the collar—possessive, controlling. The other hand seized the nipple chain and pulled hard. The silver links stretched her clamped nipples downward; pain shot through her breasts like lightning, making her cunt spasm violently around his pistoning cock.
"Mom's pussy is still so tight even after last night," he growled against her ear, hot breath making her shiver. "It's sucking me like it never wants to let go."
Every thrust drove the air from her lungs in broken sobs. Her cunt made loud, obscene squelching sounds—wet, sloppy, desperate. Thick cream coated his shaft, dripping down her thighs in sticky strings. The room filled with the heavy scent of sex: her sweet musk, his sharp arousal, the faint metallic tang of the nipple rings.
He shifted angle slightly, and suddenly the head of his cock battered directly against her cervix with every stroke. Qin Ya's eyes rolled back; tears and drool soaked the pillow beneath her face. Her bound body could do nothing but take it—take every punishing thrust, every cruel tug on her tortured nipples, every grind of the forgotten tail plug's base against her stretched anus.
He released the chain only to slap her hanging breasts—left, right, left again—watching them bounce and redden, the silver rings flashing in the sunlight. Each slap made her cunt clamp down harder, milking him with greedy ripples.
"Tell me what you are," he demanded between thrusts, voice rough.
"I'm… Hao Hao's… exclusive bitch…" Qin Ya sobbed, the words torn from her throat with every forceful stroke. "Mommy's cunt… ass… everything… belongs to my son…"
The filthy confession shattered what little control He Hao had left. With a guttural roar he slammed forward one final time, burying himself to the root. His cock pulsed violently; scalding semen erupted directly against her cervix—thick, endless ropes flooding her womb until it felt impossibly full. The heat triggered her own climax: her cunt convulsed in powerful waves, squirting clear fluid around his buried shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them. Her entire body shook, bound limbs straining against the cuffs, anus clenching desperately around nothing now that the plug was gone.
He stayed inside her through the aftershocks, savoring every spasm, before slowly pulling out. A thick river of mixed cum and cream immediately poured from her gaping cunt, running in slow, obscene rivulets over her swollen clit and dripping onto the bed.
Qin Ya collapsed sideways, panting, tears streaking her flushed face, tail still swaying limply between her trembling legs. He Hao lay down behind her, spooning her sweat-slick body, and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of her neck.
"If I get top ten," he murmured against her skin, "I want Mom to wear her wedding dress for me. The real one."
Qin Ya's breath caught—shame, excitement, surrender all tangled together. After only a heartbeat she nodded, voice barely a whisper. "If Hao Hao wants it… Mommy will wear anything… do anything…"