My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter 8

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Author: biohazrd
Published: July 22, 2016 on: Forum
First Publication: Yes
Chapter 8 Plot Transition
These past few days, Mom has been sullen. At first, I thought I had done something wrong to anger her again
, but I quickly realized that Mom was very different from her usual angry self. At least when I appeared
in front of her, she didn't scold me.
This made me even stranger. Mom is usually a bit serious, but not to the point of making me feel depressed
. If it wasn't because she was angry, then what could it be?
Although Mom wasn't angry with me, she had become very easily angered. These past few days, she often
scolded me for trivial things. Usually, Mom would just say a few words to me. I asked Dad, but his
answer was even stranger. He stammered something... "Not these past few days, could it be early?"
At that time, I had only just begun to understand women's anatomy, so naturally I didn't know that the "those past few days" Dad was referring to
were women's periods.
One weekend evening, Dad went out for a drive. After showering, I had nothing to do, so I
lazed around on the sofa watching TV. You ask why I didn't watch porn? Please, Mom's
home right now! Watching at this hour would have too many accidents. You still ask?! Why didn't I
study? Do you think I'm cut out for that? Of course, I'll slack off whenever I can!
Suddenly, Mom came out of her room and looked at me in the living room. I was startled
and mentally braced myself for a scolding. But to my surprise, Mom didn't scold me,
not even a word.
She walked over to me and sat down on the sofa next to me. At first, I thought Mom was going to give me a gentle lecture, since she'd
been acting strangely irritable lately, easily getting angry, even Dad hadn't escaped her wrath.
But this time, after sitting down, Mom remained silent, her eyes flickering, as if she was pondering something
crucial.
Although I didn't understand why, since my mother didn't scold me, I could continue watching
TV without any worries.
We spent half an hour alone together in silence, the atmosphere strange
, but my attention was focused on the TV, so I didn't pay much attention. Then the
program started its commercial break. Honestly, I hate commercials the most! Why can't they just show the whole thing at once?
Don't they know that adding commercials makes it even more annoying? Feeling
bored, I thought of my mother sitting next to me. However, the terrifying
image of her in my mind made me afraid to look directly at her. Besides, I was watching TV instead of studying, and although I
didn't know why my mother hadn't scolded me, I still felt a little guilty… Actually, what I feared most was disturbing
my mother's state of mind, waking her up, and then making me go back to my room to study—that would be truly inhumane! While
I couldn't look directly at her, I could still sneak peeks. I adjusted my reclining posture and used the corner of my eye
to glance at her. It was only then that I noticed my mother wasn't wearing her glasses. Without the heavy
, black-rimmed glasses obscuring her delicate features, her naturally beautiful face finally revealed its stunning beauty. I don't know
what "stunning beauty" truly means, but I know my mother is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. In my memory,
only Aunt Wen Wanting could barely compare. You know, Aunt Wen's family is wealthy and powerful; her skincare products
are undoubtedly top-notch.
Given our family's circumstances, I never imagined my mother, already in her thirties, could maintain such a youthful appearance. I think
I've seen her use any skincare or makeup products; the only explanation is that she's naturally beautiful. Even without any
post-natal care, she looks like a young woman in her prime.
If others knew, they would surely lament that such rare natural beauty exists in
a woman like my mother who doesn't know how to dress up. However, I think my mother is already
beautiful enough as she is; she doesn't need makeup. Makeup is a sign of insecurity—well, I can't rule out the possibility of wanting to look good or the demands of her job
.
At that moment, to me, my mother was like a snow lotus rising from the mud, pure and untouched, naturally beautiful without adornment.
This was probably the first time I had really observed my mother closely. Last time, I peeked from behind the sofa, but because of
the dim lighting and my attention being focused on my mother's voluptuous, mature body, I didn't have time to look at
her face.
Speaking of my mother, I saw that under her loose pajamas, her two large breasts were stretched
into two different garments. The upper part was like a fitted shirt, the buttons at the chest tightly fastened, only the lower
part was truly loose. I couldn't help but think of AV titles, like "36-hour big-breasted girl getting cumshot" or
"G-cup mature woman with unsatisfied desire." I really wanted to know what my mother's bust size was, that it was so surging and voluptuous. Even those actresses in AVs who claimed to have G-cup or H-cup breasts didn't 　　have them as prominent
when they were dressed . 　　"Now for a news briefing: Yesterday, a finance official in XX province was found to have embezzled 54 　　million RMB from the state within a year. His method was particularly bizarre; it wasn't until a sudden flood struck a city in XX province, requiring 　　disaster relief funds from the provincial finance department, that it was discovered less than 10 million RMB remained in the department's accounts—a truly 　　shocking discovery. An investigation confirmed that the director of the provincial finance bureau had fraudulently applied for state funds, 　　which ultimately ended up in his own pocket. Further investigation revealed that this finance official appears to have an even larger protective umbrella behind him, safeguarding 　　this scheme. The identity of this official is currently under investigation by the XX province, in conjunction with the Standing Committee of the XX Provincial Commission 　　for Discipline Inspection." 　　"Now let's take a detailed look at the official's actions before and after the crime, and his methods..." Before it finished airing, 　　I changed the channel with the remote control. I hate watching this kind of boring news. I'd rather watch commercials than watch this kind of news 　　. Usually, during breaks in the broadcast, I'll switch to other channels to watch other programs to kill time while waiting for my favorite program 　　to air.

But the next sound startled me so much I froze on the spot. "Xiaofeng, put back that news report!"
I was so terrified I was completely frozen in place; what could I do? Seeing
I didn't move, my mother simply stood up and snatched the remote from my hand. She immediately switched back to
the news report that had just been interrupted.
The news was already nearing its end, but thankfully, that's how news is—the important part was at the end. "This
case is clearly a large-scale bureaucratic crime. First, subordinates were used to establish projects
and apply for government funding under various pretexts. Then, this finance official, abusing his power, approved the projects without proper review
, obtaining the funds. Next, a senior accountant and financial statistician produced a seemingly
perfect accounting report to deceive the National People's Congress and the general public. This chain of events, with its interconnected links
and even a larger protective umbrella behind it, made this bureaucratic crime
flawless, a complete cover-up." If it weren't for this sudden natural disaster, we might never have discovered the
shady dealings involved. So, as they say, the net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it. You can deceive the country and the people, but you can't deceive the
heavens. I believe that no matter how deeply this protective umbrella is hidden, it will eventually be caught. The country and the people will
not let those who steal the country go unpunished. Okay, that's all for today's news segment. See you again tomorrow at the same time
…”
Then came a series of news ending music. I nervously looked at my mother, wondering
if she was going to scold me. She had just snatched the remote control from my hand with lightning speed, which really
startled me. I thought my insolence had displeased her.
There's a law in this world called Murphy's Law, which states that the more you think about something and hope for it, the more likely it is to go in
the opposite direction.
My mother didn't do anything else; she just stared blankly at the television, muttering
, “Project…funds…perfect accounting report…protective umbrella…”
Suddenly, she slapped her thigh and abruptly stood up. A hint of joy appeared between her brows. "That's it
!!"
The problem that had troubled her for days had finally found its direction. This sudden realization made her
rush towards me.
I, of course, unaware of my mother's inner turmoil, saw her rushing towards me and thought she was going to
hit me. Instinctively, I reached out to block her, but to my surprise, her delicate red lips landed on my
cheek.
Mom…kissed me?!?
In my memory, I couldn't recall the last time my mother had kissed me. My childhood memories were hazy
; since I was old enough to understand, I had lived with my grandfather in the countryside, rarely seeing my mother more than once a year. As I grew older,
my mother became increasingly strict with me. Let alone any intimate gestures between mother and son,
I was already grateful to avoid a scolding or reprimand.
Today, my mother had actually kissed me for the first time ever… After a long while, I finally came to my senses, reaching out to touch
the fragrant saliva my mother had left on my face. It felt like a dream, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. All I
know is that my heart is pounding.
My mother, after kissing me, excitedly ran to her study to carefully study the financial
report the young woman had sent her. The living room was empty, and I could feel my heart pounding incessantly—
a feeling I'd never experienced before, strange and ethereal, indescribable…
The next day, I listlessly walked out of my room. Yes, I had insomnia again. The difference this time wasn't because I
was fantasizing about my mother's mature, beautiful, and voluptuous figure, but because I was recalling her every little detail.
Her seriousness, her strictness, her usual sternness, her every move—it all
played out in my mind like a projector. And in these fragments, I discovered how
beautiful and charming my mother was, how deeply she attracted me, how I was hopelessly captivated.
I don't know why I was fantasizing, but every time I thought of my mother, my heart
raced, pounding incredibly fast.
And so, I couldn't sleep all night.
After washing up in the bathroom, I was still yawning and looked listless.
As I walked out of the living room, my mother came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate.
Seeing me, she smiled faintly and said, "Xiaofeng, come and try my ham and egg omelet."
What was I seeing? Was I dreaming? My mother was actually smiling at me?! And she was
making me breakfast?! My mother rarely made breakfast; she usually bought it. Only when she had
errands to run and couldn't rush to buy breakfast would she make it herself. I never expected her
to actually make breakfast for me today.
This…this…is it April Fool's Day? No, April Fool's Day is still several days away. Was
my mother trying to play a prank on me early? Hmm, it seems my mother isn't that bored—
I always felt that behind her smile, there was bound to be a storm brewing. Seeing this,
I sat down with a nervous heart. After Mom brought out the milk, she sat down opposite me.
I didn't dare look directly at her, so I lowered my head and buried myself in the food on my plate. I didn't care
what it was, as long as I could put it in my mouth.
"How is it? Mom hasn't made breakfast in a long time. I wonder if my skills have deteriorated," Mom
asked with a slight smile.
"Delicious! Mom's breakfast is always the best," I
said quickly, lifting my head at her words. Actually, my mind was in turmoil. I didn't care about the taste of the breakfast at all; I was just
wondering what Mom was trying to do.
Up until now, I thought Mom was just creating the calm before the storm. Poor child, I
've been terrified of Mom since I was little. Now, even when Mom is nice to me, I think there's a conspiracy.
I finally couldn't bear this torment any longer. Like the painful struggle before being sentenced to death, I'd rather just
get it over with. So, I mustered my courage and asked Mom, "Mom, what's wrong with you today? Why are you acting like this again?"
"You're making breakfast and smiling at me, did I do something wrong again? Why don't you just hit me or yell at me? At least that
way I'd feel a little more at ease." Better to die than continue this agonizing, pin-like torture.
My mother, after hearing my words, seemed confused. She thought for a moment before finally understanding what I meant.
She wanted to laugh, but felt mostly guilty. She hadn't expected Xiao Feng to be so afraid of her. Simply
making breakfast for her son had terrified him. It seemed she'd been too strict with him, making
him a little neurotic.
"Is Mom scary?"
I nodded, then quickly shook my head.
Seeing this, my mother sighed softly. "Mom is indeed a little strict with you, but you need to know that Mom
does this for your own good, to prevent you from going astray. When you grow up, you'll understand Mom's good intentions."
A little? Uh…a little! ?! Just a little? ...
Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother realized that she had once again habitually lectured her son. Was
this how she always acted? No wonder this child was so afraid of me...
Although she knew in her heart that she was wrong, my mother still couldn't bring herself to apologize. After all,
she was used to standing on the moral high ground, and it was difficult to change her mind suddenly.
However, she softened her tone and said, "Alright, sit down and eat breakfast. After you finish, do your homework properly
. Don't just think about playing on weekends. You're in your last semester of junior high, and the high school entrance exam isn't far away. You need to seize the time
and work hard, understand?"
"I understand," I replied weakly.
Seeing my expression, my mother knew that she had said the wrong thing again. Why did she always unconsciously
start lecturing her son? Was it because she had been disciplining students too much lately, and it had become a professional habit?
Helpless, Mom could only sigh again. It seemed difficult to repair their mother-son relationship.
For the rest of the time, Mom and I tacitly remained silent. I didn't speak because I was afraid of
being scolded again, while Mom didn't speak because she was afraid she would lose control and start lecturing me
.
Breakfast ended in this awkward atmosphere. After I finished eating, Mom quickly picked up the plate in front of me.
I was puzzled; usually, I put my own dishes in the sink. Why today?
Actually, I didn't know. Mom did this to make up for her guilt about scolding me earlier.
Today, Mom seemed abnormal—she made breakfast and washed the dishes for me, yet she
was still scolding me as usual. Suddenly, a thought struck me: could Mom's behavior
be related to the news segment she wanted to watch yesterday?
But what could a news segment possibly affect? XX province was a million miles away;
it had absolutely nothing to do with my family.
Watching my mother bustling about in the kitchen, my gaze involuntarily drifted towards her, and
the memories of her from my sleepless night flashed through my mind again. Her curvaceous figure
made my heart pound.
I clutched my chest, wondering what was wrong with me. Why did looking at my mother cause my heart to race?
An indescribable, subtle feeling filled my heart, both clear and mysterious.
In the following days, wherever my mother was, my gaze was involuntarily
drawn to her. Even during free time at school, amidst the swaying sea of students exercising, if
my mother was nearby, I could always find her. Watching her walk away, I
would become lost in thought. At home, I could usually exchange a few words with my mother, but these past few days, whenever she
initiated a conversation with me, I felt excited and lively. You see, I used to be terrified of my mother;
how could I be so lively now? The strangest thing is that I've been unusually well-behaved these past few days. Even when Mom wasn't
around, I didn't secretly do anything naughty. I even picked up my textbooks to study, which is
a first for me. In the end, even I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes
I didn't even understand my own actions, and afterwards I was surprised at how I could have done such a thing.
Having found a breakthrough and a direction, the subsequent matters became much simpler. After Mom's
repeated investigations over the past few days, she discovered that most of the projects in the financial reports were just empty shells, existing in name only.
The funds had been transferred to other places through various channels. As for where they went, Mom
couldn't find out yet, but she was certain that there was no money in these projects. They were just
names, names used to cover up the truth.
After a week of covert and overt investigations of the project managers, all the clues finally
pointed to one person. Mom was almost certain that the money had fallen into his hands. Moreover, Mom was unaware that
the school had been in a financial deficit for years, with most of the funds allocated from higher authorities disappearing without a trace
. Adding in the funds embezzled from projects, it's unimaginable how much money this person has embezzled over the years—the
total figure is absolutely terrifying. For someone with such power to accomplish all this is no simple feat;
there must be even more powerful figures behind them. Mom knows that even dealing with that person alone, with no background
or connections, would be incredibly difficult, let alone dealing with higher-ranking figures. Mom, a mere vice-principal,
is like an ant easily crushed in the eyes of those powerful individuals.
Mom is self-aware of this. However, while dealing with just that one person might be possible,
although there are clues suggesting he embezzled so much money, there's no direct evidence. Without this, it's
impossible to bring him down.
But where to find evidence? That person dared to embezzle so much money; their methods must be extraordinary. To find
this person's weakness—in a word, difficult!
Just when Mom was at her wit's end, the phone rang
. She picked it up and answered. A moment later, she put down the phone, and to her surprise, things had taken a turn for the better—a true ray of hope after a long period of despair!
But why would that person call her first? Could it be that, as she suspected,
he already knew about her investigation? However, her mother wasn't surprised. After all, that person had embezzled so much money and remained
unscathed for so many years; his meticulousness was not to be underestimated, and it was normal for him to have precautions. Her mother just
didn't understand why he would call her and even invite her to dinner. Wouldn't it be easier to act secretly
? But if it was a secret operation, her mother wasn't afraid. An upright person has nothing to fear, and even if she were framed, it wouldn't work. After all
, her character was well-known in the town's education sector.
Her mother didn't think of any other possibilities because she usually dressed conservatively, had a rigid personality, and was just an ordinary person on the street
. Since her mother couldn't find a breakthrough, perhaps this dinner party would be a good opportunity.
On the evening of their agreed-upon date, around 6 PM, the mother
arrived at the hotel private room the man had mentioned. He had clearly instructed that
she be taken directly to the room upon arrival, but he hadn't expected her to arrive early.
Why was she so early?
Led by a waiter, she reached the room door, stopped, and said, "I
can manage myself. You can go about your business."
"Alright, if you need anything, please press the service bell in the room, and we'll come to
serve you immediately," the waiter said, then left and closed the door. As the door closed, the mother's eyes flickered, lost in thought. She then 　　took something
from her bag and walked towards a spot inside the room. 　　What was the mother planning? What was she plotting? Who was that man? What was he planning too? Both 　　sides had their own agendas; who would ultimately emerge victorious? 　　...To be continued...Stay tuned... 　　[This update has fewer words, as it's primarily an erotic story; the plot is secondary, and the sex scenes are the 　　main focus. Therefore, these chapters might be a bit dull. Unfortunately, the plot needs a gradual transition; rushing it won't help, and 　　no one would like something abrupt.] 　　[Regarding a reader's question about the dressing room scene in the first chapter, why would the conservative mother let her son 　　come in to help? First of all, the mother was in the shop, and the shop manager had left. Only the mother 　　and the protagonist were left in the shop. It's impossible for her to loudly call out to passersby outside, strangers. If you still ask why she didn't 　　wait for the shop manager to return, have you ever experienced the pain of clothes being too tight? If you have, you won't doubt 　　it. However, the protagonist is the mother's son. In the hearts of all mothers, no matter how old their child is, 　　they are still that little child in their eyes.] Since Mom treats me like a child, there naturally 　　won't be any other problems. 　　[The main storyline involving Mom is still long; completely conquering her won't be easy, so 　　please look forward to it.] 　　[As for the question everyone's concerned about—whether it's a pure incest story or a cuckold story—I won't answer that, hahaha.]

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