Zhao Ran wanted to quietly part his stepmom’s legs, but at the same time, he was afraid that such a movement might wake her. Actually, just moments ago, he had shaken her quite vigorously without her waking, so this slight motion definitely wouldn’t rouse her either. It was probably just the guilt of doing something sneaky making him nervous.
Zhao Ran bent down, hoping to catch a glimpse of something under his stepmom’s skirt, but he couldn’t see anything—only the pale skin of her legs. His hand followed his gaze, delving deeper, almost reaching her buttocks. But just then, his stepmom suddenly shifted her body, turning ninety degrees, and in an instant, pinned his hand beneath her leg.
Zhao Ran quickly tried to pull his hand out, but after several attempts, he found it impossible to free it without using force. However, if he applied too much strength, he was afraid he might wake her.
His stepmom’s firm thigh pressed down on Zhao Ran’s hand. Although the sensation was incredibly pleasurable, he was genuinely worried she might suddenly wake up. So, he tried using his other hand to lift her leg, but unfortunately, she was sleeping too soundly, and he couldn’t budge it at all.
At that moment, Zhao Ran suddenly realized his face was directly aligned with his stepmom’s enormous breasts. Without the support of a bra, her breast flesh spread outward to the sides, but even under the loose nightgown, they appeared overwhelmingly large.
Zhao Ran froze for a moment, then lowered his face slightly. The scent of her body, mixed with the fragrance of shower gel, wafted into his nostrils. Though one of his hands was trapped under her, the other was free. He longed to touch those massive breasts he had fantasized about for so long.
“Mmm…” His stepmom suddenly made a soft sound, then scratched her thigh. Zhao Ran hastily yanked his hand free.
Looking back at his stepmom, he felt she might not be sleeping as deeply as he had assumed. He tentatively shook her arm again.
This time, his stepmom finally woke up.
“Hmm? Xiao Ran, what is it?”
Her beautiful eyes were heavy with drowsiness. Zhao Ran inwardly chastised himself for taking her to the water park. She was already exhausted from her daily work, coming home to cook and manage the household, and yet he had encroached on her personal time and even caused her to catch a cold. He felt intensely guilty.
Zhao Ran said softly, “Stepmom, I’ve made some porridge. Have a bit to eat before going back to sleep.”
His stepmom hummed in acknowledgment, then used her hands to push herself up from the bed. Zhao Ran hurriedly supported her arm to help her sit up, then straightened her slippers for her to put on.
“Xiao Ran is such a good boy,” his stepmom said with a smile.
“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken you to the water park,” Zhao Ran said, his tone full of remorse—not only because of the trip to the water park but also because of the liberties he had taken with her while she was asleep.
His stepmom smiled and patted Zhao Ran’s head. “It’s fine. After taking some cold medicine and getting a good sleep, I’ll be better.”
Zhou Yun walked into the living room and noticed it was almost 11 o’clock. Seeing that Zhao Ping still hadn’t returned, she couldn’t help but frown.
“Your father isn’t back yet? Are friends more important than family?”
Zhao Ran went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of porridge. “I called him earlier. He said he still needs to keep his friends company and told you to take your cold medicine and rest early.”
His stepmom’s expression darkened slightly, as though she was a little angry. Zhao Ran brought the bowl to her, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and motioned for her to open her mouth.