Zhao Ran ran to the concession stand to buy a bottle of water, while his stepmother waited for him near the matryoshka doll stall. Every male—whether a student or a parent—passing by couldn’t help but sneak an extra glance at her.
Although she was wearing a simple, casual dress, her mature and alluring charm radiated from within, something that couldn’t possibly be concealed by clothing.
“Hello, ma’am,” a young boy approached her and initiated a greeting. “Are you here with your child? Which student’s parent are you? Maybe I know them.” As he spoke, he proactively extended his hand for a handshake.
Stepmother smiled politely and reciprocated the handshake. “Hello to you, too.”
It was obvious the guy was deliberately trying to take advantage of her. Before he could say anything else, Zhao Ran, who had been watching from the side, hurried over and grabbed his stepmother’s arm. “Mom, have some water first. It’s hot out,” he said, handing her the mineral water he had just bought.
She accepted it, tilting her head back to take a sip. Her movements were exceptionally graceful, and the slight parting of her lips as she drank left the young boy utterly mesmerized.
He never should have let his stepmother attract all these eager admirers. Teenage boys were terrifying—most of them weren’t strictly disciplined and had, to varying degrees, been exposed to adult websites or videos. The fact that terms like “milf” and “married women” rolled so easily off their tongues showed just how much they’d been exposed to. And stepmother—she was exactly the kind of mature, sensual “milf” they fantasized about.
Before the student could collect himself, Zhao Ran quickly pulled his stepmother away. She could only offer a faint smile and a brief “goodbye” before being dragged off by him.
Just then, they came across another game booth. The game was called “Horse Riding Across the River.” The rules were simple: a parent had to carry a student on their back, or vice versa, and navigate a series of circles drawn on the ground. For two circles, the carrier had to walk with both feet; for single circles, they had to hop on one foot. If they completed the course without stepping out of the circles or dropping the person on their back, they would win a small prize.
Zhao Ran felt eager to try this game. He was confident he could carry his stepmother—and more importantly, it would allow him to openly cup her firm, round buttocks with his hands.
“Mom, let’s give this a try,” Zhao Ran said, pulling her toward the booth and pointing.
Zhou Yun glanced at the rules and hesitated. “There’s no way I can carry you. Let’s just forget it.”
Zhao Ran chuckled. “How could I let you carry me? Of course I’ll be the one carrying you!”
Stepmother laughed as though he’d told a joke. “You? Carry me? Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to be limping around tomorrow.”
Zhao Ran held her arm firmly. “Do you really have so little faith in me? I might not be much, but I’m definitely strong enough to keep you from falling.”
With that, he bent halfway down, gesturing for her to climb onto his back. “Come on, get on. Let’s see if I can carry you.”
Zhou Yun still seemed hesitant. She glanced around and noticed that most participants were fathers carrying their sons or daughters. It was rare to see a mother playing this game with her child. “Let’s just drop it. We can try something else.”
Unwilling to miss such a perfect opportunity, Zhao Ran insisted, “What’s there to be afraid of? Worst case, we’ll both be limping tomorrow. Hahaha!”
Stepmother playfully swatted his arm. “You’re utterly shameless. Fine, but if you can’t carry me, we’re quitting immediately.”
Zhao Ran nodded, bending down again to urge her on.
She stepped behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and as Zhao Ran reached back, she leaped lightly onto his back. His hands settled perfectly under her, cupping the full, firm, sculpted curves of her buttocks.