Ninghai City No. 6 High School, basketball court.
"Fatty!"
I faked a move, blowing past the defender who was a whole head shorter than me. I moved outside the three-point line, clapped my hands, and shouted. My close friend, Jiang Fei, with perfect understanding, threw a no-look pass, putting the ball right in my hands.
I took a deep breath, raised my elbow, bent my knees, jumped, and flicked the basketball off my fingertips.
"Swish!" "NICE! Game over!"
Jiang Fei raised his right hand and shouted.
Immediately, the female students around us erupted in crazy applause and cheers.
"Ahhh! So handsome!"
"Song Yang, Song Yang, the strongest in No. 6 High School!"
"We love you, Senior Song Yang!"
I scratched my head and muttered, "It's just a 3v3 half-court game, is this really necessary...?"
The guy guarding me rolled his eyes. "Damn! Don't humblebrag like that, you blessed one! I'm out, see ya later!"
The crowd dispersed. Jiang Fei, the fat guy, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Going together?"
I tossed the basketball casually, pointing at the equipment room. "Sure, I'll return the ball and then go home with my mom."
Jiang Fei shivered at the words and waved his hands repeatedly. "Teacher Lin's aura is too strong. I really can't handle it. See ya tomorrow."
With that, he took off running.
I couldn't help but shake my head and force a wry smile, dribbling the basketball as I headed towards the equipment room.
At the entrance, my mother, Lin Wanqing, was busy registering the equipment being returned by the students. She was wearing her almost-always-constant tracksuit and her equally-consistent single ponytail. She sat behind the table, her expression serious and meticulous.
I've always thought my mom was beautiful. She had a delicate oval face, a pair of hoop earrings, willow-leaf eyebrows, big eyes, a well-defined nose, and a small mouth. She was 1.68 meters tall, and as a National First-Class Athlete, she had a perfectly proportioned figure, especially her long legs, which took up almost two-thirds of her height.
One would think a teacher like that would be very popular with the students, but alas, Mom was traditional and old-fashioned. She believed that teachers must have moral integrity and authority. She never wore makeup and always had a stern expression, and her teaching style was extremely strict, completely at odds with her gentle name.
High school students generally looked forward to the one or two physical education classes they had each week, but the students under Mom's charge were terrified of her, wishing she'd take a sick day every day.
However, since I could remember, except for the two times when my grandfather and maternal grandfather passed away, Mom had never taken a single day off during the work week.
She had always been my role model. Both her dedication and her attitude towards life were worth learning from. Under Mom's guidance, I naturally became the "other people's child" that the neighbors talked about.
In terms of height, I was at the golden standard of 183 centimeters. In terms of looks, while I wasn't stunningly handsome, I was certainly qualified to be a school heartthrob. In terms of grades, I was consistently in the top ten of my class at Ninghai City No. 6 High School, a key high school. In terms of physical condition, with my mom's professional guidance, I was barely at the level of an amateur athlete, and my basketball skills were unmatched in the entire school.
"That fatty is such a coward! Is my mom really that scary?"
I muttered to myself, my thoughts drifting.
Actually, I knew my classmates secretly called my mom the "Extinction Master." I wasn't angry about it; in fact, I was a little proud.
Because although Mom was very strict with me, I could also feel her all-encompassing maternal love.
In front of her students, she was always stern, but in front of me, she often revealed a gentle smile. As I grew older and became more outstanding and sensible, this gentleness became more and more frequent.
About ten minutes later, the school playground was basically empty. Only then did I carry my basketball into the equipment room.
"Mom, what are we eating tonight?"
I put the basketball back on the rack, turned around, signed the register, and casually asked.
Mom gave a mysterious smile, "We're eating out tonight."
I scratched my head, puzzled. "I feel like you're in a particularly good mood. What good news are you keeping from me?"
"Let's go home first, I'll tell you on the way."
Mom cleared the papers and pens from the table. She got up and led me out of the equipment room. After locking the door, we went to the bike shed. I pushed out the electric bike, and Mom sat on it, holding onto my waist.
"Are you ready, Mother?"
"Stop being cheeky! Hurry up and go!"
Hearing Mom's scolding voice, which was also a bit excited, I grinned and twisted the throttle, driving out of the school gate.
"Mom, what's got you so happy?"
The early summer afternoon was already a bit hot. I cranked the scooter to its top speed, enjoying the wind in my face, and asked curiously.
My mom suddenly took her hands off my waist, patted my shoulder excitedly, and said, "Son, your dad finally got promoted! Director Song is treating us to dinner tonight!"
"Really!?"
I was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh, "Haha! Dad has been at it for over a decade, he finally made it!"
"What are you talking about! Your dad is called diligent and conscientious, never forgetting his initial aspirations!"
Mom playfully smacked the back of my head, then couldn't help but chuckle, "Where did you learn all these cheeky words, you little rascal?"
I gripped the scooter's handlebars tightly and shouted, "It doesn't matter where I learned it! The most important thing today is to bleed Director Song dry!"
Mom also chimed in, "That's right! We're going to eat him out of house and home!"
The main road during the evening rush hour was packed like a can of sardines. Electric bikes zipped along the bike lanes, leaving trails of laughter in their wake.
My home was in a mid-range residential complex within Ninghai City's second ring road. It was purchased with the down payment my mother made using her prize money after she won a medal as an athlete. My father came from a modest background and, unfortunately, studied archaeology. After graduating, he joined the Archaeology Research Institute in the city. He worked his way up from a regular clerk, finally becoming Director today after nearly twenty years.
However, the archaeology field didn't pay well. Besides, my father was even more traditional and rigid than my mother. He didn't like to curry favor with the leaders at his workplace. He possessed the lofty airs of a cultured person. Earning only a few thousand yuan a month, he naturally had empty pockets.
But besides his passionate love for archaeology, my father had no bad habits. He was naturally very good to me, his son, and always listened to my mother. The couple occasionally bickered, but their relationship had always been stable. This was inseparable from their contentment with a simple and peaceful life.
As for me, I thought my family was exceptionally happy, and I was very satisfied with it.
Back home, the lights were off, and the cozy, tidy three-room apartment was quiet.
"Where's Dad?"
I tossed my backpack onto the sofa and asked impatiently.
My old man's getting a promotion and a raise, which is fantastic news! I just want to see him right away and share the joy with him.
"Your dad's going to a restaurant with his colleagues from the Archaeology Research Institute tonight. He'll go straight there after work," Mom said from the bedroom.
"Then let's go already! What are we waiting for?" I urged.
"Yangyang, what did I teach you? A man needs to stay calm in any situation. Why are you being so rash?" Mom's voice suddenly turned stern.
I shrunk my neck and chuckled sheepishly. "I'm just a little excited, you know?"
Mom came out of the bedroom, holding a light blue, long-sleeved nightgown, and gave me a look. "Don't I need to get ready? Your dad's colleagues and superiors are coming over, you want me to wear a tracksuit?"
"Alright, should I change too?"
I glanced at my Ninghai City No. 6 High School uniform.
"You're a student, you should wear your uniform, no need to change."
Mom's tone was matter-of-fact, and she pushed open the bathroom door.
Thump. The door closed, and the sound of the shower came from the living room.
I was bored, so I lay on the sofa and started scrolling through my phone. After a while, Mom finished her shower, dried her hair, and went back to the bedroom.
About half an hour later, I was engrossed in my phone when I suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor.
"What's going on?" I looked up in a daze. When I saw the scene before me, my pupils shrank, and I almost popped my eyes out.
I saw a woman who was completely unfamiliar to me standing in front of the full-length mirror in the entryway.
My mother's ponytail, which had been unchanged for ten thousand years, was now undone. Her black, smooth hair cascaded over her straight, fragrant shoulders and gently draped down her back. She was wearing light makeup on her exquisitely beautiful face, making her already fair and delicate skin appear even more supple.
Her cherry-red lips were also painted with lipstick, the vibrant color almost dripping with allure. This, combined with her long, willow-leaf eyebrows and bright, watery peach-blossom eyes, made me think that all those so-called beautiful female celebrities were nothing more than ordinary.
What was even more shocking was that Mom was wearing a pink V-neck short top. The fabric in front of her chest was pushed up by two hills, standing proudly. Above the hills were her long neck and smooth collarbones; below, a flat abdomen and slender, graceful waist.
As for her lower body, she was wearing a black knee-length skirt, which was unprecedented. The most outrageous thing was those straight, slender, beautiful legs, which were actually wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings...
I had never seen the full view of Mom's beautiful legs, but even though only her calves were visible now, my gaze was still firmly locked on them.
At first glance, the word that immediately popped into my head was "thin," not the unhealthy, skeletal thinness, but the plump, firm, and rounded thinness. Even a little more or a little less would make it seem less than perfect.
Besides "slender," the second thing that struck me was "straight." My mother's legs were pressed together; from her knees to her ankles, there wasn't a sliver of space. Her legs looked as if they were perfectly, naturally formed that way.
My gaze drifted down to her ankles. A pair of delicate feet were perched on black, velvety, pointed-toe heels, about five centimeters high. The black stockings on her feet almost blended with the shoes, emanating a kind of allure I couldn't understand, drawing my attention in like a black hole…
I was completely stunned, staring blankly at my mother, my mind a complete blank.
Suddenly, my mother asked hesitantly, "Yangyang, do you think this is okay?"
I snapped back to reality and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Beautiful! So beautiful! Mom, you're so beautiful!"
My mother raised her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, "I'm asking if it's suitable!"
"Suitable! Of course, it's suitable!"
"Suitable my ass!"
Seeing my lovestruck expression, Mom gave me a disapproving look, her beautiful legs moving as she turned and walked back into the bedroom, her high heels clicking.
I stared longingly at Mom's graceful and slender back until the bedroom door slammed shut with a "bang," and then I reluctantly tore my gaze away.
Just as I was about to go back to scrolling through my phone, I suddenly found it impossible to concentrate. My mind was filled with that familiar yet foreign pretty face, the towering chest and long, beautiful legs, and the captivating black stockings...
They were like treasures hidden within Mom's body, usually concealed by her loose, oversized sportswear, but now, unexpectedly, they were on full display.
Thinking about it, I realized I was getting aroused. My virgin penis, along with my inexplicably agitated mood, was standing at attention, creating a small tent in my loose school uniform pants.
"This..."
I was embarrassed, ashamed, and panicked. Although I was in my second year of high school, I had never even tried to masturbate. When I first had a wet dream in my first year of junior high, I cried like the world was ending, thinking I was still wetting the bed at my age. My parents didn't explain much, just saying it was a normal physiological response.
Later, I secretly looked up the reason online, but I was still resistant to wet dreams. For a while, before falling asleep, I would silently pray not to have one because it was a hassle to stain my underwear, and even more of a hassle if it got on the sheets and blankets.
This led me to shy away from masturbation. Educational websites said that moderate self-pleasure wouldn't harm teenagers, but excessive masturbation could lead to stunted development, which I scoffed at.
Whether it was moderate or excessive, wouldn't I be fine if I just didn't do it at all?
But the situation now was completely unexpected. Just as I was at a loss, the door to Mom's bedroom opened.
"Let's go, Yangyang. I called a Didi Express. We're the guests, it wouldn't be good to be late."
Mom walked straight out the door, carrying a small gray purse. I was startled, and the tent in my pants immediately subsided. I quickly lowered my head and followed Mom.
When I looked again, I saw that Mom had changed out of her skirt and into a well-tailored pair of black suit pants. But the semi-transparent black stockings on her high heels reminded me that Mom had only changed her pants; she hadn't taken off her stockings. I felt that the small patch of stocking on display was even more stirring.
Also, these suit pants were a little too form-fitting, accentuating Mom's round, full hips, which swayed with every step. With every sway, I couldn't help but steal a glance.
Damn! It feels like it's happening again! Feeling the change in my lower body, cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I quickly averted my gaze and took a deep breath, trying my best to calm my racing heart.
"What's wrong, Yangyang? You were so happy just now, why are you so quiet now?"
My mother noticed my unusual behavior and asked.
I was scared to death inside. I stammered, "Nothing. I was just thinking about a math problem and got lost in thought."
Hearing this, my mother immediately showed a relieved smile: "It's good to study hard and think seriously, but you also need to balance work and rest. There's still more than a year until the college entrance exam, and your grades are so stable, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."
"Yes, I know, Mom, but I still want to figure out this problem first."
I quickly replied, not daring to look at my mother's bright and charming face, and lowered my head in silence, pretending to be thinking.
Who knew that after a while, a faint fragrance suddenly permeated the cramped and narrow space of the elevator car.
It was the smell, a mixture of shower gel and body odor, emanating from my mother's delicate body. It kept drilling into my nose. I had never realized before that my mother's scent would be so pleasant, so pleasant that I inexplicably felt the urge to ejaculate.
"Don't stop, please don't stop! Hurry and get to the first floor!" I prayed to every god in the heavens, just hoping to escape from here as quickly as possible. The tent in my pants was about to become impossible to hide.