The Tenderness of a Teacher Mother 1-5

Chapter 1

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. It is said that this 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 means to leave or part. It represents the longing for the other person when 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 nose, and most
captivating of all, a pair of bright, intelligent eyes with a mesmerizing sparkle in their pupils. Her fair, rosy
skin perfectly complemented her delicate features; she was undoubtedly 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 family steeped in scholarship. My grandfather was a very kind
man. When I was little, I drew many pictures in his collection of 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 Eastern Zhou Dynasty*
. 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 . Although she was strict, 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 a business suit, short skirt,
black stockings, and high heels—those are truly the kind of women 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, and there was no hint of a sexy side to her.

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, given her academic
background, tutoring junior high homework was 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 streetlights, 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 both of us...
We're all on the path of mutual progress. Even if the teacher thinks it's puppy love, it will only benefit our studies.
The homeroom teacher just told us to wait for our parents to come so we could discuss 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. Because she had come in a hurry, there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

The two of them had actually met at parent-teacher conferences before, so they weren't strangers. Once the homeroom teacher laid out the matter, everyone fell silent
.

Li Xiaofei was clearly a little anxious because she was the class monitor. If the homeroom teacher thought we were in a puppy love relationship, it would
definitely have a very bad influence on the class. She quietly tugged at my sleeve and intentionally or unintentionally hid
behind me.

"Teacher, Mom, Li's mom, actually, between Li Xiaofei and me, maybe I have feelings for her, but
we 've never done anything inappropriate. We haven't even hugged; at most, we've just held hands.
Li Xiaofei is a very outstanding girl. What attracts me to her are her shining qualities. There's no
curiosity or attraction between a man and a woman about each other's appearance."

I pulled Li Xiaofei back, and she became even more shy, pulling my clothes and hiding behind me.

The homeroom teacher was a little 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, then he, as
the homeroom teacher wouldn't have a good time either.

Li Xiaofei's mother was a very simple woman. Judging from her factory clothes,
she must have rushed over on her way to work without having time to change. She glanced at us and
then , but didn't say anything, just shook her head.

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

The homeroom teacher was somewhat taken aback. He probably assumed that neither set of parents would approve of early romance, but he hadn't expected that
my mother, as a teacher, would have a tacitly approving tendency.

I tightened my grip on Li Xiaofei's hand, avoiding my mother's eyes, 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 did
ease the tense atmosphere between us considerably.

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

My mother glanced at us, then turned to the homeroom teacher and said, "Teacher, you know I'm a teacher too,
and I understand the pros and cons, but I want to ask you a question: if we don't allow them to have early romance, will they
really listen?"

My mother spoke slowly and gently, but her words carried a powerful weight.

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 to this matter."

The homeroom teacher looked at us as if we were aliens. He hadn't expected that neither mother would object to dating too early, 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 was
the first . With such an excellent 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 took the test blindfolded, she could
easily be in the top ten. However, my grades weren't that outstanding, 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 gave me more

time to cook . 　　"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 at that moment that I realized kissing could be such a fun thing. 　　"Song Tong?" My mother patted my thigh. Lost in thought, my penis actually started to rise. Looking at...

My mother's gaze was somewhat evasive. Only then did I connect my mother with Li Xiaofei. Perhaps what I admired
was my excellent mother.

My mother wore a yellow loungewear dress, the hem falling past her knees, revealing her slender, white legs beneath. Her ten
delicate, grape-like toes were tucked into slippers.

I had always simply seen my mother as my mother, but since kissing Li Xiaofei, I've begun to appreciate
a woman 's beauty. My mother's breasts were full; any slightly fitted clothing accentuated
them perfectly. Her flat stomach had no excess fat typical of her age, perhaps due to her occasional
interest in aerobics on television. Her pert buttocks were arguably her most alluring feature.
I had touched Li Xiaofei's buttocks; while they were a little fleshy, they were completely
different from my mother's firm, pert shape. My mother's buttocks were truly the most perfect work of art I had ever seen. Later, I learned online that
this type of buttock was called a "peach butt."

My mother's legs weren't particularly long, but through aerobics, they were incredibly strong. Wearing tight-fitting
leggings, they looked so perfectly rounded, paired with her artfully shaped buttocks—something that girls like Li Xiaofei
couldn't compare to.

"Song Tong!"

My mother called me again, and I snapped back to reality. In that instant, I saw
the image of my goddess—not Li Xiaofei, but my mother, who was 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 rose and fell with her breath, and I could vaguely
see her flesh-colored bra underneath.

I quickly nodded, apologized, and banished all the random thoughts from my mind.

"Go wash your face and clear your head. I'll organize my lesson plans."

My mother closed her textbook and picked up her own materials from a short distance away, reopening them.

I said "Oh," 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. I learned many little things about love from TV dramas. Sometimes
when a couple said, "Let's go to bed," I really thought they were going to sleep together. 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 caressing each other's hot bodies until Xiaojuan let out a soft moan,
and the two of them finally came together.

At that moment, I would inexplicably put myself in the shoes of the male protagonist, and the female protagonist, sometimes, was
Li Xiaofei, and sometimes, it was my mother.

As my relationship with Li Xiaofei progressed, I gradually learned some techniques. For example,
kissing her ear would make her completely limp and let me do whatever I wanted,
which was quite amusing. I also discovered that it felt incredibly good to have my penis pressed against her when I was erect.
It seems learned about adult pleasures in this way.

I wonder if it would be even more interesting if the female lead were my mother?

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