The tenderness of a teacher mother

My name is Song Tong, and I'm a junior high school student. I come from an ordinary family of three. My father was a businessman,
but his business didn't do well a few years ago, so he closed the company. Now he uses the money he saved to dabble in
some investments at home. Although his judgment isn't great, he still makes a little profit. My mother is a teacher, teaching Chinese at a relatively well-known key school
in the area . She has always hoped that I can get into her
school after the high school entrance exam.

My mother's name is Zhao Shaozhi, the "Shao" in "peony." She is 38 years old this year. I heard that her name comes from the fact that when my mother
was born , my maternal grandfather had to leave home for two years on official business, so he named her "Shao
." Peony is also known as "Ke Li," which represents the longing for the other person during parting and the hope for reunion. "Zhi" is a generational
name . In my mother's generation, boys are called "Zhi," and girls are called "Zhi." Her older sister is Zhao Yuanzhi,
and her younger brother is Zhao Huizhi.

My mother had exquisite features: a small mouth that seemed to speak poetry, a high, straight nose, and most
captivating of all, a pair of bright, intelligent eyes with a mesmerizing sparkle in their pupils. Her fair, rosy
skin accentuated her delicate features, making her a school beauty in her day.

My maternal grandfather's family ran a private school; his father was the headmaster, and so was his grandfather. My mother
came from a scholarly family. My grandfather was a very kind
man. When I was little, I drew many pictures in his books, and he would always hold me and laugh,
never showing any anger. He often told me stories, including classics like *Investiture of the Gods* and *The Romance of the Eastern Zhou Kingdoms*.
I heard many Chinese classics from him when I was young. My maternal grandmother, on the other hand, was a more serious person. She was
a , but she never got angry with me. In fact, my parents used to complain that she was
protecting me when I was little.

My mother, born into a scholarly family, was a top student among her peers during her school years. She was the "other people's child" that other
parents talked about. After graduating from university, she met
my father, who worked at the post office, through an introduction. They dated for a year before getting married, and my mother became pregnant with
me three years later.

My mother has a rather strict personality, and some of my friends have experienced her sternness firsthand. One friend, when I
was a child, borrowed his game console, but my mother confiscated it and even went to his parents' house to lecture them, saying that
children shouldn't play video games, etc. After that, my friend was too scared to play with me anymore. Another friend came to my house
with a comic book he was reading, and my mother also scolded him, scaring him away.

My mother is relatively tall for a girl, standing at 1.66 meters, and
exceeding 1.70 meters with heels. She inherited almost all of her grandparents' best genes. While
she beautiful face, which makes
some of her old classmates, with whom she occasionally meets, extremely envious. They were her close friends back then, and they
still meet monthly.

Many might imagine my mother dressed like in erotic novels, with her in a business suit, short skirt,
black stockings, and high heels—those classmates were clearly influenced by pornography. My mother's reserved personality meant she
wasn't the type to dress provocatively. She mostly wore t-shirts and jeans to class,
occasionally a skirt that went past the knee, but in my memory, she wore high heels very rarely. She
always wore casual shoes or flat leather shoes to class, never displaying a sexy side.

My mother was very strict with me. I didn't have many of the fun things my peers enjoyed. While the boys in my class were reading comic
books, like the popular One Piece and Attack on Titan, I had only heard about them from others. This was because my mother
didn't allow me to read anything other than literature. Even novels were strictly controlled; I was only allowed to read classic Chinese and foreign works.
I was also quite afraid of her. Although my mother never hit me, her serious demeanor carried an
aura of authority. Even my father gave her some leeway at home, let alone me.

Even so, my grades weren't particularly good. Perhaps I wasn't a natural
student . My grades were generally in the top 50 of my grade—not good, not bad, but
I wasn't entirely confident about getting into the school where my mother taught. So, when I was in the second year of junior high,
after would tutor me one-on-one. Although my mother was a Chinese language teacher, her academic
background made tutoring junior high homework more than enough for her.

Geometry and physics were my weakest subjects; I was never particularly good at them. Although my teachers told me
not to put too much pressure on myself, my mother was so outstanding. She seemed like a
woman without any flaws, and home actually made me feel more pressured to study. I wanted to be
like her and become an excellent person.

Life was progressing steadily under the pressure of studying, but at
the , I started dating.

My girlfriend was the class monitor, Li Xiaofei. She wasn't particularly pretty, but
she resembled a lot—excellent in every way, except for a slight weakness in sports. She was the "model
child" in every other aspect.

We sat next to each other, and we developed feelings for each other through our interactions. She always helped me clarify
some of my academic questions. I felt we were making progress together, and I couldn't help but hold
her hand on the way home from school. I remember in novels, the protagonists
would .

Li Xiaofei didn't shake me off. We walked together under the dim light, not taking the bus
home , but walking for almost half an hour to her apartment building. We talked about our studies, but
didn't cross any boundaries. However, several days later, our homeroom teacher suddenly called us in for a talk, telling us she knew
about our relationship and that both our parents were on their way.

I didn't say anything at the time because I did have some feelings for Li Xiaofei, but these feelings were only
because I felt she resembled my mother. I didn't know if I liked her or her image;
later I learned this was called an Oedipus complex.

Li Xiaofei, on the other hand, felt that our feelings were genuine and respectful, without any inappropriate behavior, and that we
were both progressing together. Even if the teacher thought it was a relationship, it would only benefit our studies.
The head teacher simply told us to wait for our parents to arrive before discussing it together.

Sure enough, the homeroom teacher notified my mother and Li Xiaofei's mother. My mother was wearing a dark blue
shirt , black trousers, and leather shoes; she had arrived in a hurry, and beads of sweat were visible on her forehead.
The two had actually met at parent-teacher conferences before, so they weren't strangers. Once the homeroom teacher laid out the situation, everyone fell silent.

Li Xiaofei was clearly anxious, because she was the class monitor, and if the homeroom teacher thought we were dating,
it would definitely have a very negative impact on the class. She quietly tugged at my sleeve and intentionally hid
behind me.

"Teacher, Mom, Li's mother, actually, between Li Xiaofei and me, maybe I have feelings for her, but
we haven't done anything inappropriate. We haven't even hugged; at most, we've only held hands.
Li Xiaofei is a very outstanding girl. What attracts me to her is her shining qualities; there's no
curiosity or attraction between a boy and a girl regarding each other's appearance."

I tugged at Li Xiaofei's sleeve in return, and she became even more shy, pulling my sleeve and hiding behind me.

The homeroom teacher was somewhat helpless. Both of them were students he quite liked, and Li Xiaofei had
been a top student in the grade for several months. If her grades dropped because of early romance, he, as her
homeroom teacher would be in serious trouble.

Li Xiaofei's mother was a very simple woman. Judging from her factory worker clothes,
she must have rushed over to work without time to change. She glanced at us, then at my mother,
and shook her head without saying a word.

At this moment, my mother spoke. She looked at me and asked, "Do you like her?"

The homeroom teacher was a little surprised. He probably thought that neither set of parents would approve of early romance, but he didn't expect that
my mother, as a teacher, would have a tacit approval.

I tightened my grip on Li Xiaofei's hand, not daring to look my mother in the eye, and lowered my head. "I...I think I
like her, because...because I read in a book that if you like someone, you hold their hand."

Li Xiaofei's mother chuckled, but quickly suppressed it. However, her laughter
eased the tense atmosphere between us considerably.

At this point, the homeroom teacher couldn't sit still any longer. "Parents, puppy love is a very serious matter. With
the high school entrance exam approaching, as your homeroom teacher, I really don't want you two to ruin your future because of some personal feelings."

The mother glanced at us, then turned to the homeroom teacher and said, "Teacher, you know I'm a teacher too, and I'm
well aware of the pros and cons. But I want to ask you a question: if we don't allow them to have puppy love, will they
really listen?"

The mother spoke slowly and gently, but her words had a powerful impact.

At this moment, Li Xiaofei's mother also spoke up, "Teacher, I personally don't agree with children dating too early, but
that's on the premise that they only care about dating and not studying. If, as they say, there's no
inappropriate behavior, I think we can still take an observational approach."

The homeroom teacher looked at us as if we were aliens. He hadn't expected that neither mother would object to dating, which made him feel like
a villain trying to break up the couple. So he looked at us, "Song,
Li, are you sure you haven't done anything inappropriate?"

Actually, we had only been dating for a few days. He had seen us holding hands across the street once at the bus stop
, so he wasn't sure how far we had progressed.

I was about to speak when Li Xiaofei quickly stepped forward, "No, Teacher Wang, really no, we
just ... just held hands, walked hand in hand... um... um... he only talks to me about studying, he's a
quiet guy..." After saying that, Li Xiaofei hid behind me again. The

laughter

came from my mother. Her gaze towards Li Xiaofei was gentle and approving, as if she were
her future daughter-in-law. "Teacher, I've heard about Li Xiaofei too. She's supposed to be
first . With such an outstanding girl, I don't think she'd let something like this
hold her back. Li's mother, don't you think?"

My mother finished speaking, her eyes smiling as she looked at Li's mother, who quickly agreed.

At this point, although our puppy love wasn't officially confirmed, we made a pact with our homeroom teacher: we had to
be in the top twenty of the grade in the upcoming monthly exam, because that was enough to get into the best school in the city
.

This was clearly directed at me, because Li Xiaofei's grades were so good that even if she did the test blindfolded, she could
easily be in the top ten. However, my grades weren't that great, making it into the top twenty would be quite difficult.

I looked at my mother with pleading eyes. She gave me a noncommittal glare, nodded in agreement, and the
matter was settled.

Li Xiaofei seemed quite happy because she felt that our homeroom teacher hadn't set up an insurmountable obstacle for us;
she had only told me to work together to get into the high school where my mother taught.

Because of that, I put in almost ten times the effort, and my mother
spent more time giving me extra tutoring.

"This one's wrong, the grammar is off, this one's wrong too, Song Tong, tell me, did you even
listen to what I just said?"

The fan was blowing beside my mother, the gentle breeze carrying her fragrance into my nose.
My interactions with Li Xiaofei during this time had sparked my curiosity about relationships between men and women. I gradually learned to appreciate a girl's physical beauty.
When I hugged Li Xiaofei, my penis would become hard and press against her lower abdomen, and she would blush
and twist her body trying to avoid it. Before long, we both lost our first kisses.

Our first kiss was awkward; we just nibbled at each other's lips. Then one time, I felt my lips were a little
dry, so I stuck out my tongue and licked them. Li Xiaofei seemed surprised and opened her mouth, only to be greeted by
her tongue. As if instinctively, I wanted to suckle her sweet saliva. It was only then that I realized
how interesting kissing could be.

"Song Tong?" My mother patted my thigh. Lost in thought, my penis actually became erect. My gaze towards
my mother was somewhat evasive. At that moment, I superimposed my mother and Li Xiaofei on each other. Perhaps what I liked
was my excellent mother.

My mother was wearing a yellow loungewear dress, the hem falling past her knees, her slender, white legs peeking out from under the hem, her ten
delicate, grape-like toes clad in slippers.

I'd always just thought of my mother as my mother, but ever since kissing Li Xiaofei, I've started to appreciate
a woman 's beauty. My mother's breasts are full; even slightly fitted clothes accentuate
them perfectly. Her flat stomach has none of the excess fat one would expect at her age, probably
because she sometimes watches aerobics on TV. Her pert buttocks are probably her most alluring feature. I've touched Li Xiaofei's buttocks; although they're a bit fleshy, they're completely different
from my mother's firm, pert bottom . My mother's buttocks are truly the most perfect work of art I've ever seen. Later, I learned online that this type of buttocks is called a "peach butt. " My mother's legs aren't particularly long, but through aerobics, they're incredibly toned. Wearing tight-fitting leggings, they look so rounded, perfectly complementing her artistic buttocks—something that young girls like Li Xiaofei simply can't compare to. "Song Tong!" My mother called me again. I immediately reacted, and in that instant, I saw the image of my goddess—not Li Xiaofei, but my mother, who is just as outstanding! "Song Tong, if you still like Li Xiaofei, then you'd better study like crazy! How can you even be daydreaming here with your mother like this!" My mother was a little angry, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath, and I could vaguely see her flesh-colored bra underneath. I quickly nodded, apologized, and tried to clear my mind of all those random thoughts. "Go wash your face and clear your head. I'll organize my lesson plans." My mother closed her textbook, picked up her own materials from a short distance away, and reopened them. I said "Okay," opened the door, and went to the bathroom to wash my face, but my mind was filled with images of my mother's full, firm buttocks and delicate lips. I wanted to kiss my mother's lips like I kissed Li Xiaofei, and I wanted to caress those buttocks that were like works of art. Actually, I didn't understand matters between men and women very well. I learned a lot about the little things in love from TV dramas. Sometimes when a couple said, "Let's go to bed," I really thought they were going to sleep together. That is, until one time I saw some books that some boys in my class had dropped on the floor. They had some rather explicit descriptions in them, like Xiaoming taking off Xiaojuan's clothes, the two of them touching each other's hot bodies until Xiaojuan let out a soft moan, and the two of them finally made love. At that moment, I would inexplicably put myself in the shoes of the male protagonist, and the female protagonist was sometimes Li Xiaofei, and sometimes my mother. As my relationship with Li Xiaofei progressed, I gradually learned some tricks, such as kissing her ear. I found that as long as I kissed her ear, Li Xiaofei would go limp on top of me and let me do whatever I wanted, which was very interesting. And I found that it was also very comfortable to have my penis hard against her. It seems learned about the pleasures of adulthood in this way.

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