Her long, slender, beautiful legs were sheathed in black stockings, thin and sheer to the point of transparency; her black pointed-toe stilettos had already been taken off. Her petite, adorable feet were encased in the black stockings, the tips of the toes slightly transparent where they pressed against the fabric, with the wine-red nail polish faintly visible beneath.
Stepmom had always worn her hair either up or straight before. This was the first time seeing her with big, voluminous waves, and it was incredibly sexy.
Zhao Ran’s eyes were glued to her. Although he had already gotten hard several times today, the moment he saw his stepmom like this, the cock in his pants instantly stiffened.
Perhaps sensing Zhao Ran’s burning gaze, she turned to look at him. Seeing him staring dumbfounded, she asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
Zhao Ran forced himself to act calm, propping his chin with his hand as he said with a playful grin, “I thought some great beauty from who-knows-where had walked into the wrong house. Turns out it’s my dear stepmom with a new hairstyle.”
“Smart mouth,” Stepmom said with a slight smile at the corner of her lips, softly chiding him. Then she straightened up, placed one hand on her hip, struck a pose, and asked with a smile, “So, how is it? Does the new hairstyle look good?”
“It looks great,” Zhao Ran said, giving two thumbs up as he praised, “Guan Zhilin and Lin Chi-ling combined aren’t as beautiful as you.”
“Your words are so sweet,” Stepmom said with a slight smile, blinking at Zhao Ran. “You’ll get a reward later.”
“What reward?”
“I bought the lamb chops you love.”
“Lamb chops?”
“What, don’t feel like eating them?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I’ve been feeling a bit too much internal heat lately.”
“One more meal won’t hurt. You can have some heat-reducing tea after you finish.”
Zhao Ran felt his entire body burning up, his heart pounding uncontrollably. His cock was hard as iron. To keep Stepmom from noticing, he clamped his legs together tightly, pretending nothing was wrong.
It wasn’t until Stepmom turned and went inside that Zhao Ran suddenly jumped up, clenched his fists, and pounded the couch fiercely, trying to relieve his excitement. In the end, he simply ran to the bathroom, bent over the faucet, and doused his head under the cold water.
“What are you doing? Why are washing your hair with cold water?” Stepmom’s startled cry came from outside the door. She hurried to Zhao Ran’s side and pulled him up.
Zhao Ran’s hair was dripping wet. He was breathing heavily, his gaze unfocused as he looked at Stepmom. She had already taken off her stockings and uniform and changed into loose loungewear, but that long, wavy hair was just too alluring and sexy. Zhao Ran felt he was about to lose control and quickly shoved his head back under the faucet, dousing it fiercely again.
“Ah, Xiao Ran, you silly child!”
Stepmom, worried, pulled Zhao up again, staring at him with slight confusion. “What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”
“Zhao Ran…” Zhao Ran also looked at her blankly, unsure how to explain for a moment.
“What’s really wrong with you? Did something upset you?” Stepmom pressed with concern.
“No,” Zhao Ran shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Zhao Ran muttered softly as he fled to his bedroom like escaping. He heard Stepmom whispering behind him, “What’s going on with this child?”
After returning to his room, gasping for breath, Zhao Ran didn’t understand why he was so restless and anxious, even to the point of being unreasonable.
Zhao Ran wanted to calm down, but Stepmom’s beautiful figure lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.
Desire burned like wildfire inside Zhao Ran’s body, growing stronger and stronger. He was still struggling desperately, but he knew it was futile—the dragon in his pants remained unsoftened. He desperately needed to release it, to vent it all out.