That Year in Senior High School (by Bai Yunfei)

That Year, in My Second Year of High School

Author: Bai Yunfei
Word Count: 6781

That year, in my second year of high school, it was the season of blooming orioles and swaying willows. Before I knew it, I had walked to the riverbank in the park. Pink and
white peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the slender willows on the bank were as smooth as silk. In the middle of the river, colorful water birds
would sometimes dive into the water, sometimes chase and play. The air was filled with the endless breath of spring. On my way home, I
walked quickly, admiring the enchanting spring scenery.

When I got home, my mother immediately laid out a sumptuous dinner on the table. My younger sister skipped out of her room,
and my mother asked me about school. The three of us began to eat.

My name is Xiaofei. My father is a sailor and is rarely home. My mother takes care of my
brother and me full-time. My mother is 38 years old this year, but the traces of time seem to have left no mark on her. Although she doesn't
use much makeup, her delicate face is without a single wrinkle, and her high breasts and perfectly toned waist form
the most perfect curves in the world. She's always very kind to people, always giving a slight smile before speaking. Her
smile is warm yet possesses a natural reserve, and
her refined demeanor inspires respect in those around her. She's also always willing to help others, and the neighbors all say she's a good person.

My younger sister, Xiaoyun, is in her final year of junior high. Because of her playful nature, her grades are always mediocre. She inherited her mother's
good looks, and despite her young age, she has a rather impressive bust. Although her grades are average,
she's very lively and always attracts a group of classmates. My mother focuses all her attention on me, who has better grades. Now that I'm in
my second year of high school, with the college entrance exam just around the corner, her concern and anxiety are constantly on her face.

I didn't hear a word of the conversation at the dinner table, preoccupied with the teacher's lecture. I hastily ate a couple of bites and went to my room,
closed the door, and started studying. My homeroom teacher is also my math teacher and my cousin. She's young, beautiful, and has no shortage of
suitors, but she's aloof and her cold demeanor makes her unapproachable, and she remains single. Seeing my
recent academic decline, she specifically called me to her office for a lecture. Because of her sternness, I
've somewhat afraid of seeing her. She was dressed in a business suit, her eyes stern, her voice rising and falling, earnestly admonishing me. I
stared at my toes, unable to utter a single word.

I usually manage to calm myself, but today my mind was a jumbled mess, unable to focus on anything. I remembered last
night's dream, a dream where I kept chasing a naked woman. I could only see her back; she was barefoot,
with long hair, a slender waist, and graceful curves, her breasts bouncing incessantly. At first, I couldn't
catch her , but as I chased, I lunged forward and grabbed her.

My hands embraced her full, soft breasts, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks,
a warm sensation radiating from my tip, the intense touch constantly stimulating my erection, instantly reaching its peak.
Just as I was about to thrust forward, she suddenly turned her face, and in that instant, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated.
What a familiar face it was ! For over a decade, it had been with me almost every day. It was my mother!
Her complex eyes, filled with resentment, disappointment, and a hint of expectation, flashed before my eyes the moment I closed them.

I woke with a start, replaying the dream in my mind while sinking into endless self-reproach. I rushed to
the bathroom to change my underwear and secretly hung it to dry on the balcony. But the more I tried to avoid it, the more I couldn't help but look at her.
Although my mother was almost 40, she maintained a remarkably good figure and appearance. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her beautiful
face possessed an ethereal elegance. Her full breasts and slender waist always attracted the attention of passersby.

Noticing my unusual behavior, my mother finished washing the dishes and gently knocked on my door. I lowered my head,
unable to meet her concerned gaze. Yet, my eyes kept drifting between her breasts and legs. Looking at
my report card on the table, I saw that in a short time, I had fallen from first in the class to tenth. Although Mom hasn't been having any problems lately
, she seems to be enjoying herself.

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