stepmother’s slave

Author: lileilov
Word count: 23855
Wen Hanran is a second-year junior high school student, and he is also an out-and-out abnormal boy. He is 15 years old this year and was born in a family of small business owners. His mother had passed away a few years ago, and his father and son depended on each other. My father was smart and capable, but his luck was bad. He failed in two business ventures and basically exhausted the family business for many years. Relying on some family background, he dated a beautiful girlfriend last year and got married within half a year of dating. The stepmother is Lin Qianer, 29 years old, a salesperson of a real estate company, and has a beautiful 16-year-old daughter named Lin Xiazi. Unexpectedly, a car accident this year took the life of his father, and Han Ran became a bitter child without father and mother. Hanran’s sky was falling, and he couldn’t restrain his grief from time to time. He almost completely lost confidence in life and couldn’t go to school for several months. It was his stepmother Lin Qianer’s kind words and comfort that made his grief lessen a lot, and his heart gradually calmed down. continue to school. Generally speaking, Lin Qian’er can split the inheritance with Hanran and live alone with her daughter. After all, she has no blood relationship with Hanran, but she did not do this, but continued to take care of him. Wen Jing took a one-year vacation at the company, because she is a gentle and kind woman, she tried to sell the house left by Hanran’s father, and rented a two-storey shop in the city center, selling fashion on the first floor and living for the three of them on the second floor. After this incident, Hanran changed his name to call her “mother”—always called her aunt. Wenjing treats Hanran like her own child. Hanran and Lin Xiazi are both in the second year of junior high school. Lin Xiazi is the same year as Hanran, and her birthday is older. She has excellent grades, and is outstanding in music, dancing and singing. She is a little star in the school. Hanran’s grades are not good, so Lin Qianer asks her daughter Lin Xiazi to tutor Hanran’s homework when she is free. Her store is located in the southern part of the city, and it mainly deals in women’s clothing. Since Fangkai Company has no projects for the time being, Lin Qianer took half a year’s leave at the company to concentrate on opening the store. It was July and both kids were on vacation. Lin Qian’er didn’t let Hanran go to work, so she followed him to help in the store. Because the store has just opened, there may not be many customers because of the shortage of goods or other reasons. Lin Qianer usually sits behind the floor-to-ceiling glass of the store when there are no customers, watching the street view or reading some fashion magazines. Once, when she was reading a magazine, she happened to see Hanran lying on the ground greedily looking at something in a shoe-trying mirror on the right side of the floor. Lin Qianer felt strange, and when she looked carefully, Hanran’s nose was only 20 centimeters away from her little feet. Lin Qian’er was surprised, but she didn’t say anything, she thought for a while, and said softly: “Hanran, help me get a piece of clothing.” Seeing Hanran in the mirror hurriedly got up, walked away from a certain distance lightly, pretending to have just come, and promised repeatedly: “Okay, Mom, I’m here.” Helped to take a piece of clothing. Lin Qian’er smiled and glanced at Han Ran, Han Ran blushed and said nothing, and hurried to work again. several times in a row, because Wen Jing works as a real estate agent, she usually likes to wear OL suits. Of course, stockings and high heels are the standard match. She always found that Hanran was peeping at her, and it was always when she was wearing a suit and stockings and high heels.
On this day, Hanran accompanied Lin Qianer to the park for a walk, and she was a little tired from walking, because she was wearing high-heeled shoes, and there was a long stone chair nearby, but it was quite dirty. Hanran couldn’t bear it, so she took the initiative to lie down on the stone bench and said, “Mother, sit on me and rest. The chair is too dirty.” Just go back and wash it.” Wen Jing smiled and said: “This child is really careful, thank you!” As she spoke, she sat on him gracefully. Wen Jing has long hair in a shawl, a beautiful, dignified and graceful body in a dark professional suit. Under the knee-length skirt, there are a pair of slender and charming jade legs, black ultra-thin pantyhose, and black pointed red-soled high-heeled shoes. Look charming and sexy. Although she is no longer young, she looks like a 20-year-old girl. Seeing his stepmother’s beautiful legs in stockings on his body, Han Ran was so excited that the little dick in his crotch couldn’t help but pouted. She put a jade hand on her body, accidentally pressing on his lower abdomen, and Han Ran became even more excited. Lin Qianer didn’t pay attention, and said with a smile, “You’re quite filial. I haven’t sat in such a chair before. Is mother heavy?” Han Ran was so excited that she couldn’t help herself: “Not heavy, mother, you are as light as a swallow. I am your leather sofa.” A pair of beautiful jade feet wrapped in black silk, crystal clear and delicate, and the pointed black high-heeled shoes are really fatally sexy, and he feels so refreshed. Then Wen Jing changed the subject and said lightly: “Han Ran, let me ask you, why are you always lying behind your mother and peeking at it?” He stood up from him, looked seriously at Hanran who was lying on the ground, and said, “Stand up and listen to your mother.” Wen Shijie got up in a daze, not daring to look up at his mother Wen Jing. Wen Jing said softly: “Do you like my high heels?” Han Ran blushed when she was told something, and lowered her head, “I…I…” & \, s3 P( M X7 P1 f: D
“Really?” Wen Jing asked. 7 L/ u8 P8 u, D
Hanran’s spirit seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, he lowered his head deeply, and suddenly knelt down in front of his mother: “I’m sorry, mother, I was wrong.” 7 O! o% ?9 U$ i’ l9 g
“Get up and talk.” Wen Jing said calmly.
“Mom, I must kneel down and say,” Han RanKneeling stubbornly on the ground, still looking at the pair of exquisite jet-black shiny shoes under her mother’s skirt