Mom Acting Strange

It was finally the National Day holiday, and I came to the train station with my luggage. Looking at the crowds, I was deeply moved when I recalled the first semester of college in this strange city far away from my hometown.

My name is Xiao Chen. I am 18 years old. I am not tall; I am even a little short. Of course, I am not particularly handsome, but I should be called cute. Compared with my roommates, I am like a child. Who would have thought I would go to college and become a college student? I used to go to school near my home. Although I lived on campus in high school, I could go home on weekends. It's the first time I've been away from home for such a long time, and I'm really homesick!

Thinking of the delicious meals made by my mother and her beautiful figure, I can't help but feel warm. My mother is Liu Xiyuan, a junior high school teacher. She is 39 years old this year. This is the age when a woman is most attractive, and this kind of mature woman's charm is perfectly reflected in my mother.

When my mother was young, she was a well-known beauty. I don't know how many men have been fascinated by her pair of peach-blossom eyes. What makes the majority of male compatriots never forget her is that her hot figure is almost comparable to that of European and American women. It is uneven, and a pair of beautiful legs are slender and straight. The passage of time did not turn my mother into a yellow-faced woman but endowed her with a more attractive charm. The two breasts that fed me became bigger and rounder, and the buttocks under the willow waist that I often exercised became thicker. It's quite upturned, and it twists and turns when walking, which makes people's eyes dazzle.

In fact, my mother didn't want to be a teacher; she wanted to be a dancer, but my grandfather's family is a family of teachers. Thinking about my mother wearing so little clothes and letting people look at her hot body wantonly on stage, I always feel that it is disrespectful. She resolutely opposed it, but her mother had no choice but to enter a local junior high school as a teacher according to her grandfather's arrangement. But my mother has never given up her love for dancing, and she usually likes to dance when she is at home. My father and I are also happy to appreciate the beautiful figure of my mother.

My father is the head teacher of another high school, and my grandfather and I are good friends. After my mother came to junior high school, they deliberately matched father and mother. Dad said it was pretty good, but he was a bit too honest, and he was not the same type as those flamboyant talents who pursued his mother back then, but maybe his mother took a fancy to his honesty and married him.

It is not easy to be a teacher in high school, let alone a class teacher. My father is very responsible for his work, and he also cares about his students. When I was in junior high school, my father was already the class teacher. After a few years, my father's hair has turned gray. Sometimes I go out with my mother. I didn't realize they were a couple.

I sat in the waiting room and dialed my home phone. Speaking of which, I always felt that my parents were too strict with me and would not let me do anything except study, so I always wanted to be independent, and I seldom called home. Speaking of which, the last time I called was probably a week ago, right?

　　"Hello?"

"Mom, it's me!" I said it excitedly when I heard my mother's sweet voice.

"Ah, yes, it's Xiaochen." Mom whispered over there. But why do you feel that your mother's voice is different from before? I feel like I'm thinking too much.

"Xiao Chen, you... um... just wait a moment... Alex is playing at our house. I'll go first... um... get him a drink. Later, I'll call you." My mother hung up the phone as she spoke.

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, I felt a little uncomfortable. Alex is my neighbor, who is only fourteen years old this year and happens to be in junior high school at my mother's school. This kid has been our little tail since he was a child, and he follows us wherever we play, but speaking of it, we don't like him very much; he always has some wicked ideas, and he also especially finds women to play pranks on.

When he came here in a rage, seeing his innocent little face and big eyes, the anger in his heart was half gone. At this time, he would hug him and act like a baby, and he would be basically safe, but it hurt us, so we accepted it. All the anger of the victim When we want to beat him afterwards, he will hide with the adults, looking pitiful. Seeing our expression of wanting to kill, of course he won't let us do it. And when I was young, everyone stood on the wall to compare who peed farther away. Don't look at him as the youngest; count him as the furthest pee. It's really annoying.

Speaking of which, why does this kid always come to my house to play? He's already in junior high school, so he can't still play with my pile of broken toys, can he? But my mother is really kind to him. This boy was often hugged by my mother when he was so young, and he continued to drill into his chest, which made my mother laugh out loud. Seeing how cute he is, of course he won't refuse.

But it's really unreasonable; the longer this kid is, the more handsome he is. Even though he is not as tall as me, including that small face, he is really a standard young gentleman! My mother is such a beautiful, big beauty; why do I look so ordinary?

My mother called when I was almost in the car: "Huh. Xiao Chen, when I sent Alex away just now, I chatted with his mother at the door for a while. What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Listening to my mother's voice is much calmer than at the beginning. I wonder if I should tell my mother that I am going home and give her a surprise. Just do it! So I said, "You can't call if you have nothing to do? I miss you, Mom."

After hearing what I said, my mother said angrily, "Stinky boy, are you so idle every day? You have time to study more and find something to do. Are you busy or not?"

What happened to my mother today? I feel so impatient; maybe work is not going well. It's better to get away early: "It's okay, it's okay, then you are busy, you are busy..."

"Then I hung up. Really... um..." Hey, why did my mother snort at the end?

Lying on the train to my hometown, I had a dream in a daze. In the dream, my mother and Alex next door were standing together, holding hands, and laughing happily.

The night passed, and the next morning, I finally got home.