A wave of panic washed over Zhou Yun. The physical sensations were truly intoxicating to her, but reason told her she absolutely could not let this continue.
They were, after all, in a mother-son relationship. How could they commit such an ethically transgressive act?
Zhou Yun shook her head. “Xiao Ran, I think you’re tired. You should go and rest.”
Ignoring her words, Zhao Ran leaned in close to her ear and whispered. A string of electric currents seemed to flow from her earlobe throughout her entire body, jolting Zhou Yun’s heart into a numb tingling.
Seizing the moment of her daze, Zhao Ran’s hand cupped the softness of her breast, gently kneading it as he blew warm air into her ear. “Stepmom, does that feel good?”
The tingling sensation spread from her chest throughout her entire body. A hollow, itching need crawled upwards from deep between her legs. Zhou Yun clenched her thighs together and let out an unbearable, delicate moan.
Zhao Ran pressed his advantage, increasing the pressure of his hand while lowering his head to kiss Zhouyun’s cheek.
Just as he was about to reach her red lips, Zhou Yun suddenly snapped back to reality and pushed him away forcefully.
“Stop! Xiao Ran! What are you doing?”
Pulling her mind back from the brink of pleasure, a overwhelming sense of shame surged within her. Zhou Yun was almost too ashamed to open her eyes, turning her head away to avoid Zhao Ran’s gaze.
Seeing his stepmother’s resolute rejection, Zhao Ran couldn’t help but sigh. It seemed it wouldn’t work out today.
Picking this gorgeous rose would be a long and arduous journey.
“Alright then. Since you’re tired today, Stepmom, I’ll give you a massage another time. I’ll head back now. You should rest well.”
With that, Zhao Ran turned and left.
Zhou Yun sat on the edge of the bed, watching his retreating figure disappear, before swallowing hard. It took her a good while to collect herself.
If she hadn’t snapped out of it just then, what a tremendous mistake would she have made? Zhou Yun didn’t even dare to think about it.
…
In the following days, Zhou Yun deliberately avoided Zhao Ran. Aside from necessary interactions, she barely spoke a word to him.
One day, Zhao Ran went out early at a friend’s invitation and didn’t return until late at night.
When Zhao Ran entered the house, the living room was pitch black. Upstairs, only a sliver of light seeped from under his parents’ bedroom door.
A thought stirring within him, Zhao Ran slowed his steps and crept stealthily closer to the closed door.
Inside the room, Zhou Yun lay on the bed completely naked.
Ever since her husband had left on his business trip, she had been unsatisfied. Furthermore, after being teased by Zhao Ran like that afterwards, both her body and mind were burning with thirst and unbearable desire.
Taking advantage of the empty house today, Zhou Yun had returned to her room early, intending to properly comfort herself.
Zhao Ran heard music drifting through the crack under the door. He pressed his ear closer, listening more carefully. Soon, he distinctly heard a soft, delicate moan.
After listening for a few more minutes, estimating that the person inside the room was likely deeply immersed in passion, Zhao Ran raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
As expected, there was no response. The next second, Zhao Ran directly turned the door handle.
However, his movements were extremely, extremely gentle,ηζ startling the person inside.
And as Zhao Ran had hoped, the woman in the room was lost in a haze of desire, completely unaware of the slight noise.
The door opened a small crack. Zhao Ran leaned in to look inside.
Zhou Yun on the bed was completely naked. He saw one of her hands reaching down between her legs, stroking and caressing. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and occasional soft moans escaped from between her lips.
Never expecting his stepmother would comfort herself while he was away, Zhao Ran’s breathing quickened, and his lower body hardened instantly.
Seeing that Zhou Yun didn’t look like she would finish anytime soon, Zhao Ran’s hand also slipped into his own trousers.
Soon, Zhou Yun grew unsatisfied with just her fingers. She reached under her pillow, pulled out a white vibrator, and inserted it between her parted thighs.