Chapter 2 The Boy's Fantasy

I retracted my mood and walked to the dining table and sat down with a depressed look on my face.

My mother said while serving me a meal: But I can guarantee that you won’t have to transfer to school in the next three years. This time I will serve as deputy mayor, with a term of four years, and under normal circumstances there will be no transfer.

The college entrance examination is a watershed in life, so I don’t want you to change schools frequently in high school.

After serving the meal, my mother sat down opposite me and explained patiently.

Uh... I held the chopsticks and gently stuck my chin, blinked and said: But my current English teacher is really good. I have always been biased in subject matter, but I have made great progress in English this semester. I got 105 in the mock exam last month!

From elementary school to high school, English has always been my weakness. Even if my mother hired a tutor for me, it would not change the reality that I was poor in English. I hope to negotiate with my mother on this condition.

real?

Mom looked up at me in surprise.

Comrade Ye Yuyao, as a mother, you are very irresponsible and you don’t even care about your son’s grades.I said unhappy with a deliberate face.

Stop!Mom stretched out her slender hand and knocked on the table. Feng Qingyun said calmly: If you don’t like to study, it’s useless even if I press your head into the book. If you like to study, you don’t have to worry about it at all.

What parents can do is to provide you with a good learning environment and living conditions so that you have no worries.

She is worthy of being a mother, but she is sober in the world when it comes to education of her children.

But, is your current English teacher really that great?My mother suddenly hesitated for a while, her face changed.

There is a chance!

Seeing that my mother's attitude changed, I hurriedly said: She graduated from a prestigious university. Although she is a little younger, her teaching methods are more flexible than the old antiques in the school. She teaches students according to her aptitude and is very suitable for me.

In fact, the bigger reason is that the English teacher was so beautiful. He caused a sensation when he first came to school. From leaders to students, everyone knew that the new English teacher in Class 15 of high school was a beautiful woman comparable to a first-line star.

My English foundation is not bad, but I am weak compared to other subjects, but I can still pass every exam. The paper with a full score of 150 was able to take about 90 before, but I have never exceeded 100.

But since I changed into a new English teacher this semester, I have listened very seriously in every class, and my grades have naturally improved. I actually got 105 points last month, which is a major breakthrough.

Son, it is a good thing for your grades to improve, but you can’t let your mother give up the opportunity to be promoted because of this!

Mom tilted her head and thought for a moment, a little confused.

How is that possible!!!

No matter how important my studies are, I can't joke about my mother's career. This time she was originally ordered in the face of danger, and it was appreciated by her leaders to promote her. How could she take the initiative to shirk her?What does the leader think?

In the officialdom, you can’t offend anyone and offend your leader. With the support of your leader, you can avoid many detours.

Ordinary civil servants have no background and no backing for their entire lives and can survive at the local level. It’s just that the ancestral grave is smoked, but it’s different if someone hides it. For example, my mother became a deputy department-level cadre at the age of 36. Although there are reasons for her outstanding abilities, the care of her leaders is also very important.

Of course, another important reason is that my father and grandfather’s group has a great influence in the industry. The so-called government and business are not separated, and they do not interfere in the officialdom, but when business reaches this point, they must have connections in the political circle.

If my mother is asked to give up the opportunity to be promoted because of my reasons, I want to kill myself.

Alas, I said you can board, you don’t have to worry.I picked up a piece of rib for my mother and put it in a bowl, looking confident. I am 16 years old, so I can take care of myself!

My mother looked at me ashamed, held the chopsticks in her hand and poked the ribs in the bowl with a angrily said: Can you take care of yourself?You can't even take care of yourself even if you cook noodles...

Uh... I was stunned and immediately defended: There is a canteen in the school, so I don’t need to cook. I can go out with my classmates on weekends!

OK OK OK, let’s have a meal first!My mother waved her hand impatiently and said: I'll ask your aunt to see if she can let you go to her house to stay. I'll give her living expenses every month.

But we have agreed in advance that if your English scores in this semester have not improved, you still have to transfer to school and go to the next city to study in high school with me. This is my mother's bottom line.

In other words, you only have two months to prove yourself.

Auntie?

Did mom really agree?I was ecstatic. As for what she said later, it didn't matter. I firmly believe that as long as I performed normally in the final exam, English would definitely improve.

At this moment, a pretty face that looked like I didn't belong to my mother at all, but was colder than my mother's personality.

That is the aunt who is three years younger than her mother.

She is as outstanding as her mother. After graduating from college, she entered a law firm for internship. She spent less than five years becoming a well-known gold medal lawyer in the legal industry and took on many major cases that others find difficult.

Unlike my mother, my aunt chose to return to her family after getting married and took care of her cousin who was ten years younger than me at home.

In my impression, my aunt is very strict. My six-year-old cousin is just in the first grade and was arranged by her aunt to have various interest classes and training classes. The depth of the intra-sampling level makes me, a person who has been used to freedom since childhood, feel ashamed.

If I went to my aunt's house to live, would she be the strict aunt... But when I thought of transferring to school, I could no longer see the beautiful and charming English teacher, as well as familiar classmates and teachers, I was discouraged again. Compared with transferring to school, it was not so unacceptable to boarding at my aunt's house.

After all, she is my dear aunt. Although she is cold, she still loves my nephew.

Anyway, my mother would never let me live alone in the school. I have never left her sight since I was a child. Letting me move to my aunt's house to board is her last bottom line.

If I don't agree, the outcome will be only a few days after I follow my mother to the next city to study in high school.

But I can't guarantee whether my aunt will agree. If she doesn't agree, I really have no choice.

Thinking of this, I can't help but pray in my heart, beautiful and charming aunt who will always be eighteen years old, you must agree!

After dinner, I took the initiative to take on the obligation to wash dishes, which made my mother feel a little relieved. It seems that I have indeed grown up and know how to share her worries. I praised me for being in high school and it was different, and then I took my own clothes to take a shower.

Listening to the sound of water droplets coming from the bathroom spraying on my mother's beautiful body, my heart started to think about it again. After washing the dishes in a hurry, I quietly walked to the bathroom, but I felt helplessly that the bathroom door was closed tightly without any flaws. I could only vaguely see my mother's slightly twisting figure through the rough patterned glass.

I can imagine what a bloody scene in the bathroom. The intellectual and dignified mother took off her simple and serious white shirt and straight black skirt to reveal her beautiful body with a protruding front and back. Her plump breasts were under the erosion of water. Her tender white skin radiated a little luster under the light. The mature charm of the beautiful woman in her behavior was emitting, fascinating.

I found that there was no hope of peeping, so I had to slowly exit from the bathroom door and sit on the sofa playing with my phone.

I don’t know how long it took, a click came from the bathroom. I looked at the time and my mother had been washing for nearly an hour. It is said that women will appreciate their bodies when taking a shower. I wonder if my mother will do this.

Xiaotao, you should go take a shower, remember to go to bed early at night

My mother covered herself tightly in a white cotton towel, but her white and smooth shoulders were still exposed to the air and exuded heat. My mother covered her chest with one hand and pressed the cotton towel to prevent it from letting it go, and her other hand stroked her wet dark hair.

Since I was raised by my mother since I was a child, in her eyes, I have always been a little kid who never grew up. In front of me, I still did not take any precautions like when I was a child. I didn’t know that I had already reached puberty. At this time, my mother’s majestic and cold aura was diluted by the rain, and it exuded more charming and maturity like a lotus from the water, which made me unable to help but take a look at it.

I know.

I picked up the clothes and walked through my mother. A faint frankincense radiated from my mother's body, which made me unable to help but want to press it to the ground and lick every inch of her white and tender skin like a little puppy.

Wow wow wow wow wow... I turned the bath sprinkler to the coldest side to wash my hot body, but no matter how the cold water flow washed, I always felt that my already hot heart could not be cooled.

Although I am only 16 years old, I know more about men and women than some adults.

Since I had a shocking glance at the Chinese teacher in the second year of junior high school, I woke up my sexual consciousness, driven by a group of friends, I began to watch island country action movies, as if I opened the door to a new world, including Hashimoto Ai Na, Mikami Yua, Aizawa, Aiji Kishima...

Especially Yua Mikami's works, I'm even more in decline, because I like her pair of tall and plump snow breasts that are beating happily under the fierce impact of the male actor, which makes people's blood flow accelerate and dry mouth.

But my mother's breasts are bigger and fuller than Yua Mikami, and her appearance and temperament are also very good.

However, when I first watched the movie, I didn’t have high requirements. After watching it too much, I found that it became more and more boring. Only some exciting themes can arouse my interest, such as ethics, uniforms, outdoors, etc. Every time I imagine my mom.

I squeezed some shampoo, held some water in my hands and rubbed my hair. I couldn't help but think of my mother's beautiful appearance wrapped in a bath towel just now, as if she was a lotus. No matter how much she covered her, she couldn't ignore her proud figure.

After all, my mother is a perfect goddess-like existence in my eyes. She is not only excellent, but she has always been a school beauty in elementary, junior high and high schools. Otherwise, the rich second-generation father would not have pursued for more than half a year.

Mom and dad are far apart, and she is as old as a wolf and tiger. If I take the opportunity, I don’t know if there is any chance?

I thought badly, but no matter how much I say, I wouldn't dare to do this if I give me 10,000 courage. At most, I can only fantasize. Not to mention how much oppressed my mother's temperament developed in the officialdom for many years has for me, just looking at her height of nearly 175 and her slender and straight legs, if I dare to do something ruthless, she can kill my life with one kick.

Thinking of this, I sighed. Some things can only be thought about, whether it is a novel or an AV plot, I can only see it. If this were true in reality, society would have been in chaos long ago.

After taking a simple shower and wiping my body with a dry towel, I suddenly found that there was a black stocking in the clothes I changed next to me exposed. The surface of the stockings was stained with splashing water droplets, which looked crystal clear. Even if I lost the support of the owner's tender legs, it still looked delicate and smooth, which made people couldn't help but touch it and then squirt it hard.

But I still resisted the desire deep in my heart. If I really did something with my mother's stockings, with her shrewdness, I would definitely find clues. At that time, it would not be as simple as challenging her bottom line, but simply committing suicide.

So I put on my clothes and walked out of the bathroom and returned to my bedroom. I didn't know what happened. My spirit became extremely excited and I couldn't sleep anymore. In the end, I could only take out my phone as usual, flipped through the photos of my mother's back in the album, fantasizing about some undescribable scenes in my mind, and then fell asleep in a daze...