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?"

"Hmph. Yes, good point," she mutters absently as she continues to prepare sandwiches for his lunch. "I must be more strict. No more delay in giving you proper reward." She pauses, meeting Logan's eyes with a piercing gaze. "Today, I decide. Your accomplishment great. You get big promotion already. So... your reward..." Li Mei draws out the word, her tone measured and deliberate. "... will be blowjob. In bed."

Her pronouncement is as final as it is shocking, even to Logan's ear accustomed to his mother's brusque mannerisms. A flush creeps up his neck at the thought of her straddling him again, lips wrapped around his erection while he gazes up into her impassive face.

"But..." he starts to protest, unsure whether it was his heart or just his mind playing tricks on him. "I don't understand... we just... this seems..."

"What is there to understand?" she interrupts sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You earned your reward, now you get it." With a brisk motion, she slaps the last sandwich shut and tosses it onto his plate with the rest of his lunch. "There's no excuses, Logan. I have faith in you. You'll make me proud, just like I always knew you would."

Her voice softens, almost fond, as she gazes down at him with an expression that might even be called approval. But there's still the implacable determination in her eyes, reminding Logan that he hasn't escaped this bargain unscathed. He swallows hard and nods solemnly, feeling a mix of gratitude, desire, and unease churning within him.

"Yes, Mom."

Li Mei arches an eyebrow at his hesitation, her expression unreadable. "Well, don't just stand there," she says briskly. "You have work to get to." Her tone hardens again as she reminds him, "And remember, you agreed to this bargain. You cannot back out now." With that final word of warning, she steps aside and gestures for him to leave the kitchen.

As he gathers his things and makes his way to the door, a faint smile plays across her lips. Yes, Logan had earned this reward. And with any luck, it would be enough to keep him focused on his studies and climbing the ladder of success. For Li Mei's sake as much as for his own.

"Don't forget," she calls after him, her voice crisp and businesslike once more. "No slacking off now." Her gaze flickers briefly downward before returning to his face, her meaning unmistakable: She expects results. Nothing less.

Throughout the day, Li Mei keeps a careful watch on the clock, her mind occupied with thoughts of what her son might be doing at that very moment. When she finally sees him approaching their home in the evening, a surge of anticipation rises within her. As he walks in and drops his bag by the door, she gives him a once-over before speaking.

"Well? Did you... deliver?" Her tone is careful, cautious, like she's not entirely sure how to broach the subject. But there's a hint of triumph in her voice as well, a knowing that despite everything, she holds some power over Logan. .

Li Mei waits for him to meet her eyes before continuing. "Your room is upstairs, as always." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Go on now. And remember... don't keep me waiting too long next time."

As Logan disappears up the stairs, Li Mei exhales slowly, her body tense with anticipation and a hint of pleasure. She follows him, closing the door behind them before taking off her blazer and hanging it carefully in the closet. Then she turns to face her son's room, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.

Her mind drifts back to the day he was born, to the moments when she had first held him in her arms, promising to raise him into a man who would make her proud. And as she waits for him to return, she can't help but wonder if this arrangement is really what's best for both of them. But deep down, she knows that it's too late now; they are bound together by the promises they made and the bargains they struck.

A sudden rustling from behind her makes Li Mei jump to her feet, heart pounding. "Logan?" Her voice comes out shaky and breathless, as if she hadn't expected him back so soon. But as she turns around, she sees it's only the movement of a curtain in the draft from an open window.

It's only her imagination. Again.

Li Mei rubs her temples, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease slightly as she forces herself to calm down. She knows that she mustn't show any sign of weakness; it only encourages him to push further. So instead, she takes a deep breath and fixes her expression into one of steely determination.

When Logan finally emerges from his room a few moments later, clad in nothing but a slightly damp pair of boxers, she raises an eyebrow, studying him carefully for any sign of shame or embarrassment. But his face is impassive as ever, betraying no emotion. It's almost as if he doesn't understand the power dynamic between them, or worse yet, that he doesn't care.

Without another word, she steps forward and cups his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Do you understand what this means?" Her voice is low and intense, each syllable carefully enunciated as if she were speaking to a child who didn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation.

Logan tilts his head slightly, seemingly confused by the question. Li Mei sighs heavily, wondering how much longer it will take for him to grasp the concept of consent and obligation. But then again, maybe it doesn't matter; as long as he keeps delivering results, she can keep their arrangement going... for now.

Li Mei smirks coldly at the confused expression on Logan's face as she draws her tongue slowly across his cheek and up to his earlobe. "Your reward for excellence," she whispers huskily, before trailing her tongue down the length of his neck. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she adds, "And your punishment for disappointment." She pauses, tilting his head back gently to better access his throat.

As her breath fans hot and wet across his skin, Logan's cock stirs beneath the fabric of his boxers, tenting against his abdomen. He tries to focus on what she's saying, but the words are lost amidst the sensation of her lips and tongue moving over him. It feels good, this power she has over him... yet it also frightens him a little.

But Li Mei doesn't give him time to dwell on his thoughts. Instead, she continues her assault on his body, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each skillful touch. Her lips brush against his erection, teasing him mercilessly as he struggles not to writhe in response.

"Be a good boy," she says softly, her voice both threatening and alluring. "And I'll make it worth your while." Then she sinks to her knees, freeing his cock from its prison of cloth, and takes him deep into her mouth. As he feels the warmth of her throat envelop him, Logan can only whimper in helpless pleasure...

As Logan grinds against her face, Li Mei's eyes narrow to slits and her lips press together in determination. She takes him deeper still, her throat flexing rhythmically as she swallows his length with practiced ease. His fingers dig into her scalp, urging him onward as he loses control to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.

Around them, the world fades away, replaced by nothing but their shared pleasure and need. For now, they exist only in this moment, bound together by desire and obligation. Li Mei moans around his cock, her body tensing as she feels the approaching climax rising from deep within. With a final thrust of her hips, Logan spurts his hot seed down her throat, filling her mouth with the taste of their forbidden arrangement.

When at last he releases her head, Li Mei falls back on her hands, panting heavily as she stares up at him with satisfaction etched into every line of her face. For now, the reward has been given and accepted... but tomorrow brings new challenges, new tests for them both. And so their strange dance continues, an unspoken understanding that drives them forward despite the darkness it sometimes reveals about themselves.

It was a strange arrangement, to be sure - one that few people could understand. But for Li Mei and her son, it was the only way they knew how to navigate their tumultuous relationship. She had done what she thought was best for him, even if it meant using sex as a tool. And now, as she lay beneath him on his bed, her legs spread wide and her fingers digging into the comforter, she could feel herself losing control yet again.

As Logan thrusts deeper inside her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke, Li Mei arches her back, moaning his name. She feels like this is what they were meant to be - a unit, working together towards a common goal. Even if that goal was obscene and twisted, it didn't matter as long as they achieved it together.

Her nails scrape against Logan's back, urging him onward, her body trembling with the approaching climax. She knows she should stop him, remind him of their agreement, but the pleasure is too overwhelming, and she finds herself craving more and more of his touch, his cock buried deep within her.

"Logan," she gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he hits her sweet spot, "I can't... I need..." She trails off, her voice lost in the throes of passion as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. It was a dance they had perfected over time; a perverse waltz that only they understood how to perform. And even now, she knew deep down that it wouldn't last forever. Someday, Logan would find someone else, and Li Mei would be left alone once more, the memory of their twisted connection fading into the past. But for now, in this moment, all that

It's exquisite agony, this sensation of being so full of him that she can barely breathe. But as much as it hurts, it feels right somehow - like this was the way they were meant to be together. With every thrust that pushes her further towards the edge, Logan is proving once again that he's willing to do whatever it takes to succeed. And despite herself, she finds that she can't help but admire him for his determination.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he drives deeper inside her, leaving little doubt in either of their minds whose bodies belong to whom. It's a possessive claiming, both sexual and emotional, and it sends shivers down her spine. She knows that this kind of intimacy isn't healthy, but right now she can't help but crave it like oxygen.

As Logan finally releases her panting body with a satisfied groan, Li Mei lays there for a moment, catching her breath and trying to process the overwhelming sensations that still course through her. She wipes away his sweat from her brow, then leans in and kisses him gently on the lips, their tangled limbs providing a silent promise of another encounter before long.

She blinks up at him as he suggests this, her mind momentarily reeling. Marriage? To Logan? The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure. On the one hand, it would be an acknowledgement of their bond - a public declaration that she was his and he was hers. But on the other hand...she's not so sure if she's ready for that kind of commitment yet.

"We'll see," she says slowly, pushing herself up onto her elbow to look at him more closely. "For now, let's just focus on our agreement." Her voice softens as she reaches out a tentative hand to stroke his cheek. "You've done well today. You should rest now, and we can... discuss this further tomorrow." There's an unspoken question in her eyes: Do you want more tonight? Does it have to wait until then?

As if in response to her unspoken question, Logan's cock twitches beneath the sheets, hardening further. She watches him with a mix of curiosity and wariness, wondering what he truly wants - his reward for tonight or something else entirely. Finally, she slips off the bed and pads across the room to retrieve her discarded underwear from where it had fallen earlier.

Turning back to face him, she holds out a hand expectantly. "Your choice," she says softly. "Do you want your reward now... or would you rather wait?"

As she waits, her body tense with anticipation and the echoes of pleasure, she studies him intently. He's so beautiful to her, even now when they are covered in sweat and tangled together like animals. There's something so raw about this situation between them; it takes away all pretense of innocence or niceties. They exist only in the present moment, their actions dictated by desire and need. It both frightens and excites her.

She can tell from the growing bulge in his pants that he still needs her. Her heart races at the thought of taking him back inside, of being filled with him once more. But there's a part of her that wants to hold out, to make him wait just a little longer...to see if he truly understands what it means to want something so badly that you would do anything for it.

Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out and touches his cheek again, trailing her fingertips down the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his shoulder. "You know," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper, "there's more than one kind of reward."

She leans in close to his ear, her voice low and sultry as she teases him with the possibilities. "Like spending the night together... just us... no strings attached." A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips as she gazes into his eyes, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking. She can feel his desire for her; it pulses between them like a living thing.

Her fingers trail lower on his body, cupping his hard length through the fabric of his boxers. "Or maybe," she whispers seductively, drawing the words out slowly, "you could use your mouth where your cock is... and see how that feels." Her hand moves upward, tugging at the waistband of his pants before lowering them, revealing him to her in all his aching glory.

"What do you say, Logan?" she breathes, fingers closing around him and stroking him gently from base to tip. "Do you want your reward now... or are you ready for something more?" The question hangs between them like a physical thing; an electric current that connects their bodies and minds in ways they've never experienced before.

Her lips part in surprise at his frank statement, her fingers tightening around him in reaction to the raw emotion behind it. It's more than she expected; an admission of desire that cuts through their usual power dynamics and leaves them both exposed. For a moment, she wavers, unsure what to do or say next.

Then, before she can fully process her own thoughts, she drags his hard length from its prison of cloth, freeing it so that she can stroke him more easily. With trembling fingers, she cups his heavy balls and gently roll them between her thumb and forefinger. His hips jerk in response, pushing closer to her touch.

"Do you want me... like this?" She meets his gaze steadily, searching for any hint of deceit or confusion in those intense eyes. There's only desire there, burning hotter than ever before, and she feels a thrill run through her at the thought of being desired so completely. "Or..." Her voice trails off as she takes him fully in hand, stroking up and down his length with steady rhythm. "...do you want to be inside me?"

The question hangs between them like an unspoken promise; a chance for both of them to break free from their carefully constructed roles and explore the possibilities that exist when desire is given free rein. For now, anything seems possible; even the impossible dream of true love and intimacy.

As he takes control like this, pressing her back into the bed and holding her down with a force that she didn't know he possessed, something inside her ignites. She grips his wrists tightly, not wanting him to stop but needing to feel some sort of control over the situation. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies writhe against each other, seeking release.

His thrusts grow more urgent, harder; his hips bucking against her hand as he pushes himself deeper inside her. She cries out, her back arching off the mattress as an intense shudder runs through her body, signaling her imminent climax. Her nails scrape across his skin, leaving marks of possession as she holds on for dear life, wanting to be taken by him and claimed as his own.

The world narrows down to this moment; this connection between them that feels so wrong but feels so right at the same time. There's no telling where it will lead or what will happen tomorrow when they return to their normal lives, but for now...they are free to explore this strange and twisted bond however they choose.

Her moans echo through the room as she feels him thrust deeper inside her, his hips slapping against hers in perfect rhythm. It's exquisite agony; her body stretched to its limits and beyond by the force of their coupling. But it's also a sort of freedom that she hasn't known before now - an escape from reality into this carnal madness where all that matters is the feel of him moving inside her, claiming her as his own.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving bloody tracks in their wake as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. But nothing can prepare her for the moment when he releases himself inside her; when her body trembles and quakes around him in an orgasm so powerful that it sends sparks dancing across her vision.

She collapses limply beneath him, breathless and satiated, yet already craving more. Their connection feels so raw and primitive, like nothing else could ever touch the hunger that burns between them now. As he rolls off of her, spent and gasping for air, Li Mei watches his chest rise and fall in sync with her own, wondering how they ever managed to exist apart from each other before this moment...and what it might mean for their future together.

As they drift off to sleep, Li Mei's arm lies awkwardly across her body, the fingers of her hand curled into the rumpled bedsheet as if she is still holding something. In a way, she is. His warmth pressed against her hip; his weight lying so heavily on her side that it almost feels like a part of her. It's an intimacy they have never shared before, and she can feel the residual heat from their bodies mingling together, spreading through her body in gentle waves.

She wakes with a start, disoriented for a moment as her senses struggle to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, it all comes flooding back: the deal they made; the sex; his cock still buried deep inside her. She shudders with desire and presses herself closer against him, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. He stirs at her touch, groaning softly before rolling over onto his side, spooning her from behind.

It's perfect; this moment where they are nothing but two bodies tangled together in sleepy bliss. She wonders how long it will last before reality intrudes once more; before they have to face the consequences of their actions and decide what comes next for them. For now, though, she lets herself enjoy the peaceful silence of their shared slumber, savoring every second that they can pretend that everything is normal.

Her eyelids flutter open and shut in dreamy contentment as she feels the warmth of his breath tickle her neck. The weight of his arm draped across her waist grounds her, anchoring her to this strange new reality they've created together. She knows that it won't last; things never do when you push against boundaries and conventional expectations. But for now, she lets herself indulge in the feeling of being wanted and cherished by her own son.

She turns slightly in his arms, pressing her body against him from behind, marveling at how their bodies fit together so perfectly; as if they were made for each other despite all logic and reason saying otherwise. His morning erection brushes against her entrance, making her shiver with anticipation and desire. In this moment, she could stay here forever, wrapped up in him and the strange, twisted love that binds them together.

But reality has a way of intruding on even the most perfect of fantasies. As their eyes meet across the room, Li Mei sees the uncertainty and fear lurking behind his usually steady gaze. She knows they can't keep living like this; not if either of them wants to have a future beyond this moment. The question is, how do you undo something that has become so much a part of who you are? How do you go back to being mother and son when you both know there's something more between you now?

She swallows hard, pushing aside these thoughts for now. For today, at least, she'll enjoy this strange interlude they've created together; revel in the feeling of being loved by her son... however twisted that love might be. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and with it, the decisions they must make about their future. Until then, there's only now.

Her breath catches as he rolls over, the sudden contact sending shivers down her spine. Her body responds instinctively to his nearness, arching into him in silent invitation. Even with her eyes still closed, she can feel the heat emanating from him, surrounding her like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. She presses herself further against him, their skin sliding against each other in tantalizing brushstrokes that only serve to heighten the sensation of being wanted and desired.

As he spooned her from behind, she could feel his hard length still pressed against her folds, taunting her with the promise of pleasure yet again. The thought sends a thrill coursing through her veins; it's as if their bodies are magnetically drawn together, constantly seeking out that perfect fit where they can become one. She bites back a moan, afraid that if she makes any sound it might break this fragile spell and send them tumbling back into the harsh reality of their situation.

For now, though, she allows herself to revel in the feeling of being wanted and needed by her own son. As he gently strokes a hand along her hip, his fingertips trailing dangerously close to her most intimate place, she knows that they are tiptoeing on the edge of something immense; something neither of them fully understands yet. But for this moment, it's enough just to be held by him and feel safe in the warmth of his embrace.

Her eyes flutter open, taking in the unfamiliar sight of her bedroom walls and the pale light streaming through the curtains. For a moment she can't quite place where she is, before reality crashes down around her like a tidal wave: she had slept with her son last night; Logan's cock is still buried deep inside her as she slowly wakes up to the day ahead of them.

She lets out a shuddering breath and rolls onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she tries to process what this all means for them now. They had crossed a line last night; made love in a way that was far more intimate than anything they'd ever experienced before. And yet...it hadn't felt wrong. It had been right somehow, filling her with a pleasure so intense it had almost been painful.

Her fingers idly trace circles over his hip, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips as he begins to stir in response. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of what might happen when they finally get up and face each other; if they will be able to return to their old roles or if something fundamental has shifted between them. She decides that, for now, she'll enjoy this moment of closeness with her son-slash-lover before moving on to the day ahead.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to move inside her, his hips thrusting rhythmically despite the fact that he's still fast asleep. Her back arches off the mattress and her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting against the urge to wake him up and demand more of this intense pleasure. It feels so good; deeper and harder than anything she's ever experienced before, and it only makes her ache for him all the more.

Her gaze drifts shut as the sensations wash over her in waves, drowning out everything but the feel of his body against hers. With every thrust, he pushes them further towards the edge, closer to that place where nothing matters except their need for each other. It's a heady rush, this power she has over him despite not being fully conscious herself; it makes her feel wanted and desired in a way that she never thought possible.

As his pace quickens, her own arousal spirals out of control, her moans muffled against the pillow so as not to disturb his sleep any further than he already has been disturbed by their passionate lovemaking earlier. Her fingertips skim across his abdomen, tracing invisible patterns on his skin while she tries desperately to hold out for that one final moment when they both come apart together.