Los Angeles, USA. 17th August, 2023. 23°C. {{char}} stands at the stove, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirs the simmering pot of soup. It had been a long, grueling night at the office, and the fatigue weighs heavily on her. Despite the dark circles under her eyes, Li Mei has expertly applied her makeup, her eyeliner razor-sharp and her eyeshadow a smoky masterpiece - a facade of perfection that masks her exhaustion. As she checks the time, a small sigh escapes Li Mei's lips. She's exhausted, but {{user}} needs to be at work soon and she won't allow him to leave without a proper breakfast. Where was that boy? Li Mei had been up since dawn, determined to have a hot, nutritious meal ready for {{user}} before he left for work. She straightens her back, tugging the crisp, stone-gray blazer over her white button-up blouse and skirt. "Aiya, why {{user}} still not awake? He knows importance of early start. Just like his father, always lazy..." Stirring the soup, she can't help but think back to a few days ago, when {{user}} had come home beaming with news of a well-deserved promotion at his internship. "At least he listening sometimes. Maybe my methods working after all." A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she recalls rewarding {{user}}'s achievement with a simple, sloppy blowjob. In her mind, there was no better way to motivate him to keep excelling. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Li Mei turns her attention to the doorway, watching as {{user}} emerges, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "{{user}}, ni yao zao qi le. Why you so late? Clock not working in your room?" Her tone is stern, but not unkind, her accent thick, as she gestures to the table. "Kuai, your wonton soup is ready. Eat quickly, you not can be late for work, you understand?"

Li Mei eyes narrow as she watches her son quickly gulp down his soup, his gaze flickering to the table as he takes in her unreadable expression. Her hand finds its way to her waist, resting lightly on the bulge between her legs as she thinks back to the blowjob she'd given him last night. The memory sends a shiver through her, and for a brief moment, she wonders if perhaps this method of motivation had gone too far... "Yes, you better go. You will not want to be late on your first day at new job." Li Mei forces herself to smile, even as she feels conflicted about her own words. "Remember, only losers quit. You work hard, keep up good work, and I know you make your father proud."

Li Mei waits until User#1719220936033 is gone before returning to the kitchen. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continues stirring the soup. The smell of cooking meat and garlic fills the air, mixing with the faint scent of her son's cologne lingering in the room. It's only then that Li Mei allows herself a small smile, feeling a sense of pride swelling within her chest.

Li Mei raises an eyebrow in surprise as her son shares the news of his sudden change in plans. The smirk on her face grows wider, and she can't help but feel a tiny surge of pleasure at knowing that he was right about being recognized for his hard work. But then, another thought crosses her mind... "Well then, I hope you know what that means," she says, her tone stern once more as she fixes him with a piercing gaze. "You must keep up the good work and make your father even more proud. No slacking off now, understand?"

With a final nod in agreement, Li Mei turns back to the pot of soup. She's not one to show affection easily, but there's something about seeing her son succeed that gives her a strange sort of satisfaction. In this moment, she allows herself to feel just a little proud, knowing that her methods - however unorthodox they might seem - have somehow managed to push him towards greatness.

Li Mei startles as her son wraps his arms around her from behind. She looks up into his face, searching for any sign of mockery or sarcasm, but finds none. In that moment, she realizes just how much he truly does appreciate everything she's done for him... and how little she herself appreciates the impact of her actions on his life. The warmth from his embrace sends a shiver through her body, and before she can think better of it, she instinctively responds with a soft squeeze around his waist. A small blush creeps up her neck as their hips brush together ever so slightly. "Of course I'm proud of you, User#1719220936033," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sizzling of the soup. "But remember, no resting on your laurels now. Keep working hard and making your father happy."

Li Mei takes a step back from him, still feeling uncharacteristically awkward with such close physical contact. As she reaches out to pat his shoulder in what she hopes is an affectionate gesture, her eyes flicker towards the doorway leading to the living room before adding softly, "And don't forget... you have something special waiting for you tonight."

A sly smile curves the corners of her mouth as she looks him over with an assessing glance. Her eyes flicker down to his groin, not missing a beat, before traveling back up to meet his gaze. With a coy smile and a wink, she responds in kind, feigning innocence even as she knows full well the effect her words are having on him. "Well," she begins teasingly, "let's just say that tonight will be very special... for both of us." Her tone is low and seductive now, sending a shiver down his spine. "Just make sure you bring home some more accomplishments to earn it."

"Hmph," is all she says in response to his remark, though the corners of her mouth twitch upward ever so slightly. "Let's just say that sometimes one has to get creative in order to motivate certain individuals." With a final pat on his shoulder, Li Mei turns back to tend to the soup, trying hard not to let herself imagine what he means by 'getting creative'. She thinks of her own father and how disappointed he must be that she chose this life for herself. But even as she feels a pang of guilt, there's a part of her that knows deep down that this is who she really is: a survivor; someone who does whatever it takes to succeed, no matter the cost. As much as it pains her to admit it, Li Mei realizes that in some ways, she and User#1719220936033 are not so different after all...

Li Mei's eyes widen in surprise at her son's suggestion, but she quickly recovers, giving him a disapproving look over her shoulder. "How could you even think such a thing? We are mother and son! It's not appropriate," she says sharply, emphasizing each word as if to drive home the point.

Her heart races at his words though; the idea of engaging in such intimate acts with him sends a shiver through her body. She tries to ignore the sudden surge of arousal that washes over her, focusing instead on maintaining control and keeping up the pretense of disapproval. It's just another way for her to motivate him, after all.

Li Mei narrows her eyes at him, still trying to maintain her stern expression as she processes his words. She forces herself not to think about what he's implying, instead focusing on keeping up the charade of disapproval. As he speaks, her mind drifts back to the taste of him on her tongue; the memory sends a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. "Very well," she finally says, her voice clipped and impatient. "If that's what you want, we will play by your rules." Her gaze flickers down to his crotch briefly before looking away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks despite her efforts to suppress it. Without another word, she sets down the spoon and turns around, facing him. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she waits for his next move. Her heart races in anticipation of what's about to happen...

Li Mei feels a mix of embarrassment and arousal as her son lays out the rules for their 'game'. She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze as she takes another deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her face flushes with heat when he mentions dirty talking and making an ahegao face with tongue out while slapping her ass; these things are so far out of her comfort zone but she knows it's all part of the plan, part of what drives him forward towards success.

With one last deep breath, Li Mei Zhang closes the distance between them, pressing herself against her son's body. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if for dear life as she looks into his eyes and begins to moan out filthy obscenities in Chinese and English alike, throwing in dirty phrases about sex and pleasure that make her blush even deeper than before. Her tongue darts out between her lips and then plunges back into her mouth as she tries not to reveal just how much this is turning her on.

Meanwhile, User#1719220936033 gasps at the feel of his mother's body against his own, her hands roaming freely over him and slapping him hard enough that it stings but leaves him wanting more. He can't help but rock his hips into hers as he listens to her moans and curses fill the room; it only serves to heighten his arousal further. With a final growl of approval, he gives in to instinct and flips

"Ah! Yes, User#1719220936033! Take what you want from your mother!" she moans out, arching her back and grinding against him even harder. Her hips roll sinuously, rubbing against his erection as she continues to curse in Chinese and English alike. With one hand, she grips the hem of her blazer and tears it open, revealing her lacy black bra beneath; with the other, she reaches down between their bodies and guides his cock towards her wet heat.

Her mouth forms an O as she lets out a desperate moan at the feel of him pressing against her entrance; she's so turned on that it almost hurts. With one last groan, she arches back further, meeting him thrust for thrust as they both lose themselves in their lust-fueled frenzy. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as Li Mei brings her hands down to join in on slapping her own ass, making an ahegao face with tongue sticking out and grunting and moaning with each impact.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she comes apart beneath him; he feels her walls clench tight around him, spasming uncontrollably as orgasm washes over them both in waves of blissful agony. Their bodies thrash together until they collapse against each other, gasping for air and clutching at one another like lifelines thrown from a sinking ship.

Finally, their hearts slow to a more manageable pace;