"Da, da, da, da..."
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed through the teaching building corridor, crisp and loud.
The sound grew closer, and my heart pounded faster and faster. I was all too familiar with that powerful footstep.
A moment later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black business suit walked into the office. She had a delicate and fair oval face, long black hair piled up behind her head, slender phoenix eyes with an inward curve and outward upturn, willow-leaf eyebrows, a delicate nose, and rosy lips. Her bright eyes were deep and sharp, exuding a unique adult sex appeal.
She carried a Prada bag, wore a fitted suit jacket with a deep V-neck that revealed a white shirt underneath, showing off her slender waist and chest; she wore a black straight skirt, nude stockings, and black stiletto pointed high heels, highlighting her shapely and long legs, exuding the intellect and competence of a professional woman.
Her name is Zheng Yiyun, and she is my mother.
My mother, with a frosty expression, walked straight towards me after entering the door. Without saying a word, she swung her bag and hurled it at me.
I quickly ducked and raised my hands to block. The homeroom teacher quickly stepped between my son and me, pleading, "Ling Xiaodong's mother, Ling Xiaodong's mother, don't be angry, don't be angry..."
My mother reached over the homeroom teacher's shoulder and hit my head hard with her bag. It didn't hurt, but it was scary.
It seems Mom is really angry.
...
An hour later, sitting in the car, my mother gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically. She didn't speak, but the oppressive atmosphere made me even more nervous.
After holding back for a while, I finally couldn't help but make conversation: "Oh, your car was just washed, right? It smells really good, just like you."
My mother didn't say anything, but glanced at me sideways, her face expressionless.
I gave an awkward smile, lowered my head, and said, "Mom, I was wrong, I was really wrong."
The mother quickly denied it: "No, no, no, you did nothing wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong as a mother, I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place, I should have gritted my teeth and aborted you."
I said with a grin, "Then you might have aborted my brother or sister, and I would become my sister."
Mom frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm asking you, what were you and that little girl Lu Yiyi doing hiding in the storage room?"
I hung my head and muttered to myself, "No, nothing. We were just playing hide-and-seek, and I just happened to be hiding with her."
"Ling Xiaodong, you're just spouting nonsense. You're all in your final year of high school, and you're still playing hide-and-seek? I just don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you," I muttered.
"What?"
"No, retro is all the rage now, isn't it? Sigh, didn't you go disco with my Aunt Rong a while ago?"
"Retro my foot!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're supposed to be a department manager, how can you speak so rudely?"
"As for manners, I'm already quite cultured for not slapping you across the face."
Mom sighed deeply, put her hand to her forehead, and said wearily, "Why did I give birth to such a thing as you? You're driving me crazy."
I leaned to the side, rested my head on her arm, and sang with a grin: "There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure, throw yourself into your mother's arms, and you'll become a silly goose."
My mother smacked me on the head and pushed me up. She looked at me with a serious expression, and I looked back at her. After a long pause, she burst out laughing, but quickly suppressed it and scolded me sternly, "You're always so irresponsible, what kind of person are you?"
"How am I being irresponsible? I'm perfectly serious. Look at the serious gender imbalance these days. So many older single men can't find a marriage partner. Uncle Liu from the building next door is almost forty and still single. I'm starting to look for a partner now, and maybe I'll be married by the time I graduate high school, or even before I graduate college. You'll be holding your grandchildren. See, you'll be a grandmother in your forties and enjoy the joys of family life. Ask your girlfriends if they're envious."
"Oh my goodness." Mom covered her face and shook her head gently: "The more you talk, the scarier it gets. If you keep talking, I should be collecting my pension and dancing in the square with the old men and women in the neighborhood."
"Hey, I think this is a good idea. You can grab my dad, bring a tape recorder, put it there, turn the volume up to the maximum, and sing 'Square Dance King, Old Man Dix.' Come on, draw a dragon with me on the left, and a rainbow on your right. Come on, draw a rainbow with me on the left, and another dragon on your right." I sang and waved my arms.
My mother glanced at me sideways for a while, then muttered, "I really should have hit you."
The car started, and after turning two corners, I realized the route was wrong and asked, "This isn't the way home, where are we going?"
"Beibei's school is closed today, so I'm picking her up from school."
"Do you still need to pick me up? You're so old, can't you go home by yourself?"
My mother turned her head and glared at me: "How old are you? You still call your parents to school. How dare you criticize others?"
"I am the eldest son in the family, and I will inherit the family business in the future. You two need to devote all your efforts to me. As for her, the second child, you can let her grow up freely."
Mom got impatient: "If you keep nagging me like this, I'll kick you out of the car and make you go home by yourself!"
I quickly shut up and turned my head to the side.
After a long silence, I couldn't contain my curiosity and turned around to ask cautiously, "Mom, why are you so quiet today? Why aren't you scolding me like you usually do?"
"What, you feel uncomfortable if I don't scold you?"
"No, it's just... I'm just a little curious. You see, whenever I make a small mistake, you, Ling Xiaodong, are you itching for a beating? Ling Xiaodong, do you want to get a beating? Ling Xiaodong, turn your butt around!"
Mom raised an eyebrow: "Ling Xiaodong, do you want a beating? Let me tell you, I'm annoyed right now. There's a ton of work going on at the company, and you're still causing me trouble. Do you think I'm having too much of a life?"
"If you have any worries, tell me. Maybe I can give you some advice and help you out."
"Shutting your mouth and not saying anything is the greatest help you can give me."
"Look, look, you get so agitated as soon as I mention it. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd gone through early menopause."
My mom honked the horn twice in a panic, probably making the car in front think she was experiencing road rage, so it quickly moved to the side.
My mother wouldn't let me speak. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Tell me the truth, did you and Lu Yiyi actually do that?"
Which one?
"Don't play dumb with me. You think I don't know about those magazines you hide under your bed?"
"No, I'm still a child. Please don't look at us innocent young boys and girls with the lustful eyes of adults."
"Then what did you just say? Maybe I'll be a grandmother soon?"
"I'm not kidding you, how could such a young and sexy beauty like you become a grandmother?"
"Stop trying to be clever with me. I'm warning you, if you dare to give me a child, I'll physically eliminate you."
"Oh, no way! We're not kids anymore. We've taken excellent safety precautions. Unless we bought counterfeit or substandard products, there's absolutely no chance of anything going wrong."
My mother was taken aback when she heard this, and turned to glare at me.
I then realized I had let it slip, slapped my mouth a few times, and said urgently, "Mom, you're wrong about that, you're trying to trick me into telling you something."
"What did I ask you to say? You just keep going on and on about what you're asking for."
"Fine, I won't say anything. I'll pretend to be mute, okay?"
I wanted to end the conversation there, but my mom wasn't fooled. As if she'd found my weakness, she pressed on, "What did you mean just now? Did you and Lu Yiyi do *that*?"
I covered my mouth, turned away, and remained silent.
My mom reached out and grabbed my shoulder, shaking me hard: "Speak up, speak up, don't play dumb with me."
I pointed ahead and said, "Watch the road! Watch the road! You're driving. If you don't follow traffic rules, the police will give you a ticket later."
"Explain yourself clearly. What exactly do you mean? Did you and Lu Yiyi do *that*?"
"Yes, yes, yes, okay?"
I got impatient, sat up straight, and said, "What else do you want to hear? Let me tell you the details!"
My mother was taken aback by my question. After a long pause, she raised her hand and slapped me on the head, angrily saying, "You still think you're right? You've brought honor to your Ling family, haven't you? You're a senior in high school, about to take the college entrance exam. If you don't focus on your studies and keep thinking about this all day long, how can you expect to do well in your studies?"
"I'm a good student; I've always been in the top ten of my class."
"Then... if you work a little harder, you'll be in the top ten of your grade."
"I asked you before if you objected to me dating, and you said you didn't."
"I...I don't object, but I didn't ask you to...do that so soon."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Now that it's a fait accompli, what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, so it's all my fault?"
"Then you don't need to blame yourself." I chuckled sheepishly.
"You bastard!" Mom started yelling angrily.
"Then you're a bastard's mother." When it comes to arguing, I've never been afraid of anyone, including my mom.
Unfortunately... my mother raised her hand and slapped the back of my head.
I rubbed my sore spot and said defiantly, "You resort to violence every time you can't win an argument. This is blatant hegemony and imperialism."
"Just because I'm your mother doesn't mean I'm a hegemon or an imperialist. So what? When I started calling you 'Dad,' you could be a hegemon to me too."
She glanced at me, saw me roll my eyes, and said, "You're not happy, are you? You're out of pocket this month."
I'm convinced, I'm convinced, I'm convinced.
I quickly nodded and smiled ingratiatingly, then changed the subject: "Oh ! I just noticed, did you... did you... wash your face this morning? Am I right? You're right, aren't you?"
"Nonsense, who doesn't wash their face when they get up in the morning?"
"Your washing is different from usual; you must have taken extra care today. And your makeup is very unique and elegant, understated yet luxurious. You've dressed up so carefully; are you going to meet someone? Have a date?"
"I'm meeting with a client."
"Please don't be embarrassed. As a child, I am very open-minded and do not object to my parents having extramarital affairs."
"Pah ! I'll never love your mother's head. You..."
Mom paused for a moment: "No, stop trying to change the subject. You haven't explained your situation clearly yet."
Seeing that we were almost at my sister's school, I smiled and said, "We're almost there. This kind of thing is not suitable for children. Beibei will be getting on the bus soon. If the children hear this, it will have a bad influence."
"You know it has a bad influence? I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."
Mom parked the car on the side of the road, leaned against the window, put her hand to her forehead, and let out a long sigh.
I laughed and said, "Thick skin leads to longevity, thin skin leads to death."
The mother was both amused and exasperated: "You're so talkative, why don't you join Deyun Club? You never stop talking, why don't you just go on stage and talk?"
I chuckled and said, "You know what, if I practiced for two months, and stood on the stage..." I patted my chest, gave a thumbs up, and said confidently, "A veteran artist."
My mom scoffed, "When it comes to being shameless, you're quite the veteran artist."
She leaned against the car window, and I secretly glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. To be honest, my mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in real life. Although she is nearly forty, she has maintained a great figure with soft curves and a full figure. No matter what clothes she wears, her breasts are always full and round, especially when she wears pajamas at home.
My mother has a typical wasp waist. Because she exercises regularly, unlike other middle-aged women, her figure is not out of shape and she is so thin that it can almost be described as fragile.
Her buttocks were perky and sexy, full of flesh, wrapped under the tube skirt like a plump and juicy peach, but without giving a bulky feeling.
Because of her job, my mother always wears a suit, stockings, and high heels; she looks really, really sexy.
Although I'm still in high school, I'm a hardcore stocking fetishist. I often steal my mom's stockings for my girlfriend to wear, then pin her down on the bed and have a good time with her. But strangely, no matter what she wears, or what color or type of stockings she wears, it just doesn't feel the same as when she wears my mom's.
Although I often peek at my mother, I don't have a mother complex; it's just the impulse of a healthy man and his desire and pursuit of beautiful things.
I did secretly take my mother's stockings and masturbate, but that was all; I didn't intend to do anything to her.
Sigh... If she weren't my mom, that would be wonderful. I wouldn't mind her age.
Just as I was lost in thought, my sister came out of school, waved goodbye to her classmates, opened the car door, stuffed her suitcase in, and then bent down to sit down.
I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. She had perfectly inherited her mother's good looks: a fair and delicate oval face, a cute ponytail, exquisite features, and smooth skin, without a trace of acne.
She was slender and tall, a head taller than girls her age, and her breasts had begun to develop, with a round bottom.
Her name is Ling Xiaobei. She is fifteen years old and a first-year high school student at a private school. Her academic performance is quite good.
Because we are only two years apart in age, our relationship is not like the loving and affectionate one depicted in movies and novels. Instead, our lives are filled with sarcasm, arguments, and intrigue.
I glanced in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Hey, Ghost Foot Seven's out of school."
Mom scolded, "Don't call me by nicknames, they sound awful."
My younger sister didn't seem to care. She took her backpack off her back, put it on the seat next to her, and said with a grin, "You're crazy. I heard you got into trouble again and your parents were called in."
Mom got impatient and glared at us back and forth: "Does my word not carry any weight? If you call me by that nickname again, you won't be allowed to eat dinner tonight."
My sister whispered, "It doesn't matter, I'm on a diet anyway."
"If you lose any more weight, you'll fly away," I teased.
"It would be better if you could fly away, so I wouldn't have to see your face every day. I hate it ! "
"drop..."
Mom honked the car horn hard and shouted sternly, "Shut up, you two! Are you two born in the Year of the Rooster? You start fighting as soon as you meet."
My younger sister leaned over and whispered, "Mom, I really am a rooster."
I quickly chimed in, "I can vouch for her, she was indeed born in the Year of the Rooster."
Mom took a deep breath, leaned back abruptly in the car seat, covered her eyes with the back of her left hand, and remained silent for a long time, her right hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.
I turned to my sister and scolded her, "Look, look! It's all your fault for making Mom so angry. Who told you to be born in the Year of the Rooster?"
My sister pouted at me and said, "What did being born in the Year of the Rooster do to you? You're the one who made Mom so angry. You're a menace to our family. Not only are you ugly, but you're also annoying."
I immediately retorted, "Where am I ugly? Huh? I inherited my parents' good genes. How dare you say I'm ugly? Who do you think you are?"
My sister looked at me and said, "Ling Xiaodong, I've always been curious. We look completely different. Are you really my brother? Were you switched at birth in the hospital?"
She turned and tugged at her mother's clothes: "Mom, were you switched at birth in the hospital? Wasn't that right? Wasn't that right?"
"No, no, no!"
My mom said impatiently, "Your brother looks exactly like your dad. He's not your dad's biological son. Who gave birth to him? You did!"
I chimed in, scolding, "Look at you, you've made Mom so angry. Oh dear, you unfilial daughter."
The mother sighed, half-laughing and half-crying, "Can't you two just be quiet? I'm already stressed enough at work, and now I have to take care of both of you. What was the point of having two children?"
The younger sister pressed her cheek against her mother's and kissed her, then smiled and said, "Mom, don't be angry, I love you."
I quickly leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek, grinning as I said, "Mom, I love you too."
My sister snorted, "All you do is copy others; you have no creativity at all."
Mom pushed my face away and said, "Okay, okay, I love you, I love you too. If you can be quiet for a while, I'll love you even more."
Because my younger sister hadn't been home for almost half a month, Mom took us out for a big meal. When we got home, we realized that Dad was home alone and had forgotten to cook for someone.
However, he has recently become obsessed with playing mahjong online and has even forgotten to eat, not even making a phone call.
My mom confiscated my phone, my notebook, and even all my comic book collection, stuffing them into a box so I could focus on my studies and she'd give them back to me after the college entrance exam.
I pretended to cry, knelt down, and hugged my mother's stockings, but it was no use. My mother was heartless and unmoved.
During the long night, I can only pass the time by studying.
Because it was the weekend, I slept in the next day and found that only my sister and dad were eating when I woke up.
I asked, "Where's Mom?"
Dad was holding his phone, eating and reading text messages, seemingly not hearing anything.
My sister didn't even glance at me, and said, "I got a phone call this morning and left in a hurry."
"She's gone. I was just saying I wanted her to give me a ride." She said as she sat down, grabbed a fried dough stick, and stuffed it into her mouth.
My sister frowned and looked at me with disgust: "Can't you be a little more considerate? Brush your teeth before you eat."
I lifted my pajamas, scratched the itch on my lower back, chewed a few times, and said, "Wouldn't it be better to finish eating before brushing?"
"You're ingesting all the bacteria, it's so dirty."
My younger sister sat down to the side with her bowl, far away from me.
Just then, Dad's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, looked up at the two of us, and got up to go back to his bedroom.
My sister stared at the bedroom door for a moment, then whispered to me, "Don't you think Dad's been acting all mysterious lately?"
"My dad has always been mysterious. When I was little, I always thought he was like 007, some kind of secret agent," I said nonchalantly.
"I'm not kidding, I'm serious," my sister said, glaring at me.
I looked up at her and asked, "So what do you mean?"
"I don't know, I'm asking you."
"How would I know? You're being weird."
Suddenly I remembered something and said to her with a smile, "Hey little sister, can I borrow your phone for a bit?"
"No, I won't lend it to you," the younger sister replied decisively.
"Excuse me, I just need to make a phone call, please, please, Beibei." I swallowed my pride, clasped my hands together, and pleaded.
"Borrow Dad's phone."
"My dad's been inside for ages and hasn't come out. I need it now, can you lend it to me for a bit? I'll just make a phone call and return it to you right away."
As she spoke, she reached out to take it, but she was a step too slow, and her younger sister hid it behind her back first.
I chased after her, and my sister quickly got up, took two steps back, sat on the sofa, and held her phone in both hands, hiding it behind her back.
I went over to grab it, and she kicked me, but ended up falling onto the sofa. I took the opportunity to pounce on her, reaching under her buttocks to snatch the phone. My sister struggled even more frantically.
We clung together, skin to skin. Because we had just woken up, we were both wearing thin pajamas. Through the fabric, I could vaguely feel the warmth of youthful flesh, and my nose was filled with the scent of a young girl's body.
Just as we were playing around, Dad came out, paused, and asked, "What are you two doing?"
The younger sister craned her neck and shouted, "Dad, help ! He's being a pervert !"
I looked up and said, "I asked to borrow her phone, but she refused."
Dad frowned and scolded sternly, "How old are you? Don't you know the difference between men and women! You're behaving like this."
I reluctantly got up, and at the same time, I took my sister's little hand and pulled her up.
My sister straightened her clothes, pouted at me, and said, "You don't act like a brother at all." She then handed me her phone, which I took, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
I called Lu Yiyi and invited her to my home to study.
Actually, I just wanted to continue what I hadn't finished yesterday.
Being interrupted and holding it in all day is really awful.