Gazing at Zhou Yun’s sleeping face, Zhao Ran felt a surge of excitement ripple through him. He had finally made it into his stepmother’s bed. Although it wasn’t quite the scenario he had envisioned, it was still a step forward.
With the beauty lying beside him, Zhao Ran had no intention of sleeping. Tentatively, he slowly pulled Zhou Yun closer into his embrace.
Zhou Yun was deep in sleep and completely unaware of any unusual movements.
Seeing that she showed no reaction, Zhao Ran grew bolder. His free hand began to wander restlessly over her body, moving from her chest down to her thighs. The smooth, silky texture was irresistibly arousing.
His stepmother’s chest was voluptuous, with two full, heavy-looking mounds. Zhao Ran slipped his hand inside her collar and marveled in silence.
Her breasts were surprisingly firm, with no signs of sagging at all.
Unable to resist, he gave them a gentle squeeze. In her sleep, Zhou Yun frowned slightly, her red lips parting, but she showed no signs of waking.
Carefully, Zhao Ran kneaded them a few more times before withdrawing his hand. He gradually moved downward, rubbing her thighs repeatedly before finally slipping his hand under her skirt.
Just as he expected, near the root of her thighs, Zhao Ran could already feel moisture—clearly traces left behind from his stepmother’s earlier self-pleasure.
At this thought, Zhao Ran recalled the scene he had secretly witnessed when he returned home, and his mind began to wander. The thing between his legs swelled uncontrollably.
Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Zhao Ran glanced at Zhou Yun again to ensure she was still asleep. Then, he tugged down his own underwear, releasing the already eager and throbbing erection, which pressed firmly against the space between Zhou Yun’s thighs.
He desperately wanted to thrust inside her without a second thought. The devil in his heart screamed with temptation, but he knew better. If he really went through with it, any future chances of being with his stepmother would be ruined.
So, Zhao Ran suppressed his impulse. After grinding against her a few times, he forced himself to pull away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Zhou Yun’s soft, delicate hand. An idea sparked in his mind. Gently, he took her hand and guided it directly onto his erect member.
His stepmother’s hand was incredibly soft. Zhao Ran could no longer hold back. Gripping her hand, he moved it up and down in a steady rhythm. Waves of pleasure surged through him, rushing straight to his head.
After a while, Zhao Ran’s body shuddered. He quickened his pace, and soon, a thick, white liquid shot forth.
He closed his eyes and took a moment to recover. Then, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned up the mess that had spilled onto both of them. His mind raced with thoughts—if just her hand felt this good, how unimaginable would it be when he finally entered her?
The mere idea of it made him hard again.
But afraid that another round might wake his stepmother, Zhao Ran suppressed his restless urges and closed his eyes to sleep.
The two of them spent the night together peacefully.
Although by the next morning, they had ended up wrapped in each other’s arms.
When Zhou Yun woke up, she felt something pressing against her in her drowsy state.
As she became aware of it, she opened her eyes and looked down. There, she saw the distinct outline of Zhao Ran’s erection straining against his clothing. Instantly, she was wide awake.
It was a natural physiological reaction for a man in the morning, but as she stared, Zhou Yun couldn’t help but blush. She glanced up at Zhao Ran, who still seemed fast asleep, and then quietly slipped out of bed.
By the time Zhao Ran woke up, Zhou Yun had already prepared breakfast and came to call him for the meal.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Zhao Ran drowsily washed up and took his seat at the dining table.