Two more days.
That thought was the first thing to enter my mind when I woke up on Thursday morning.
Time was crawling by so slowly.
But unlike the hopeless agony before, there was at least something to look forward to now—something clear, burning, that made my heart skip a beat from time to time.
I stared at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths to suppress the restless heat stirring inside me.
I was distracted all day at school. The teacher's explanations went in one ear and out the other, and my notebook was unconsciously filled with meaningless scribbles.
When the final bell rang, for the first time ever, I didn't rush to pack my bag and dash home. Instead, I grabbed Liu Hao.
"Haozi, wanna go play ball?"
Liu Hao looked at me as if I were an alien. "Did the sun rise from the west today? You're actually asking to play ball? Not in a hurry to go home and study?"
"Cut the crap," I punched his shoulder lightly. "You in or not?"
"Yeah, yeah! We're short one person anyway!"
The running, collisions, and sweat on the basketball court did briefly drive away the images lingering in my mind.
With every jump, every shot, the soreness in my muscles and the burning in my lungs made me feel real.
It's true—happy times always pass too quickly.
When the sunset dyed the sky orange-red, and we sat drenched and exhausted on the sidelines, that familiar feeling—a mix of anticipation and anxiety—came flooding back, even more intense than before.
Time crawled agonizingly toward the weekend, each day counted on my fingers.
On Saturday morning, I woke up on my own just as dawn was breaking, with no desire to linger in bed at all.
My heart was beating a little too fast. I quickly washed up and pushed open my bedroom door.
In the living room, Dad was already sitting at the dining table, half-eaten steamed buns and millet porridge in front of him. He was scrolling through his phone, probably reading the morning news.
Hearing the noise, he glanced up at me and grunted a vague "Mhm" as a greeting.
"Morning, Dad!" I deliberately made my voice bright and cheerful as I walked over and pulled out a chair.
"Morning, An'an." Dad's attention seemed still on his phone, his head not lifting.
Just then, Mom walked out of the kitchen carrying a small bamboo steamer.
Today, she was wearing a beige, form-fitting knit top with a slightly lower neckline than usual at home, revealing a hint of delicate collarbone. Paired with soft, light gray lounge pants that hugged the curve of her hips just right.
Her long hair was loosely tied back, exposing her fair neck.
When she saw me, her eyes flickered for a split second, like a startled butterfly, before immediately returning to their usual gentle smile.
"An'an, you're up? Perfect timing, the custard buns just finished steaming. Eat them while they're hot." She placed the steamer in front of me and turned to ladle porridge into a bowl for me.
"Morning, Mom." I stared intently at her, my gaze burning, trying to read something more in her every subtle movement.
Her hand holding the bowl and spoon paused almost imperceptibly. With her back to me, the tips of her ears seemed to flush slightly.
She gently set the porridge bowl beside me, avoiding my gaze, and said in her usual tone, "Hurry and eat while it's hot."
Feeling a bit disappointed, I picked up my chopsticks, grabbed a bun, and asked as if casually, "Dad, you're resting at home today?"
"That's right!" Dad took a sip of porridge and sighed. "The project's finally over. I can finally catch my breath and spend more time at home with you all."
My heart sank.
At home? All day? Then I... I instinctively glanced at Mom again.
She was quietly sipping her porridge, her long eyelashes lowered, making it impossible to see the look in her eyes.
But she must have heard what Dad said.
Breakfast tasted like nothing to me.
Custard buns are usually my favorite, but today they felt like chewing on wax.
After the meal, Mom stood up and picked up her light coffee-colored crossbody bag from the sofa.
"Jianguo, I'm heading to the flower shop. You wash the dishes."
Her voice was as gentle as ever, but her words came out a little faster than usual.
"And An'an." She turned to me, her gaze meeting mine for a split second before quickly shifting to my collar. "Do your homework properly at home. Don't just think about playing on your phone or computer, understand?"
"Alright, got it, honey," Dad replied, his eyes still glued to his phone.
"Okay, Mom," I answered flatly, my heart already half-frozen.
Mom didn't say anything more. She changed her shoes, opened the door, and walked out. The soft click of the door closing also shut out that secret, burning anticipation I'd been carrying since Thursday.
I sat slumped in my chair, my chest tight and suffocating.
What about the promised "surprise"? Did I misunderstand? Or was it... canceled because Dad was suddenly home?
"What are you spacing out for?" Dad finally put away his phone and started clearing the dishes. "Go back to your room and study. Don't let your mom come back and nag you."
"Oh," I mumbled, slowly dragging myself back to my room.
Closing the door, I flopped heavily onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow.
A wave of intense frustration and inexplicable grievance washed over me.
Last night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mind was filled with all sorts of possible scenarios, each one making my mouth dry and my heart race.
I finally made it to dawn, getting up extra early, only to be met with Mom's casual departure and Dad's announcement about "staying home with us."
After all that late-night excitement and the early morning, the adrenaline faded, and exhaustion swept over me.
Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright white patch on the floor. I stared at that patch, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
In a haze of disappointment, confusion, and the lingering restlessness deep within me, I drifted back into a fitful sleep.
Half-asleep, a sudden knock on the door yanked me out of my dream.
I jolted upright, my heart pounding.
Was it Mom?
The thought surfaced but was quickly suppressed.
Even if it was Mom, so what?
Dad was still home.
Then, I heard the sound of the living room door opening, followed by Dad's raspy voice: "Who is it?"
And then, a sweet, crisp female voice I'd never heard at home before floated in: "Hello, Uncle! My name is Su Su. I'm Lin An's classmate. We agreed to study together today!"
Su Su? Who?
Do I know a classmate named Su Su?
My mind went blank, but I decided to check things out first.
Soon, my bedroom door was knocked on.
I took a deep breath and walked over to open it.
Standing outside was Dad, and beside him, a girl.
She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, looking especially lively.
Wrapped in a light pink long down jacket, she wore ordinary black casual pants and carried a student-style backpack.
She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place who she was.
"An'an, your classmate is here to see you."
Dad stepped aside to let her in.
The girl immediately flashed me a bright smile, her voice still as sweet as ever: "Lin An, we agreed you'd help me with some problems over the weekend! There were a few questions from the last exam I still don't quite understand."
When she said the word "weekend," her voice seemed to deliberately emphasize it, and she quickly winked at me afterward.
My mind went blank for a moment, but I went along with it: "Ah… right, right! Come on in!"
I stepped aside from the doorway.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
She thanked Dad politely.
"No problem, study hard."
Dad nodded and reminded me, "An'an, make sure you explain the questions properly to Su Su."
"Mm."
I responded, watching her walk in before closing the door.
Once the door shut, the sounds from the living room were cut off, leaving only the two of us in the room.
I turned around and stared straight at her, trying to find something familiar in this unfamiliar face.
She seemed a bit uncomfortable under my gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed. Then, she suddenly lowered her voice, carrying a trace of warmth and gentleness that I knew all too well—my mother's—and softly said:
"What, don't recognize your mom anymore? An'an."
Boom!
My mind felt like it had been struck by something!
I stared at her in disbelief, my voice trembling: "Mom? Is… is that you?"
"Who else could it be?"
The corners of her mouth curved upward, her smile carrying a hint of pride and a touch of nervousness.
I looked at her—this vibrant, student-like "Su Su" standing before me was a world apart from the gentle, graceful mother I knew, who usually wore casual home clothes or a florist's apron!
A wave of immense shock and indescribable excitement instantly overwhelmed me.
"Is… is this the 'surprise' you mentioned, Mom?"
My voice was shaking.
"That's right." She took a step closer, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. "Do you like this surprise, An'an?"
"I love it! I love it so much!"
I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled her into a tight hug!
She no longer smelled of the gentle floral scent she usually wore at home but carried a fresher, more youthful sweetness. Yet, I could still detect it—beneath that fragrance was the familiar scent of my mother.
I hugged her tightly, feeling her soft body pressed against mine.
After holding her for a while, I loosened my grip slightly but kept my arms around her waist, asking eagerly, "Dad… Dad didn't suspect anything?"
The pride on Mom's face became even more apparent as she tilted her chin up slightly. "My makeup skills aren't bad, right? Your dad didn't suspect a thing. He just thought I was an ordinary classmate."
"That's amazing! I really couldn't tell at all!"
I praised her sincerely.
This wasn't just makeup—it was like a complete transformation!
From her demeanor to her voice, she had become a different person.
I was so excited that I felt my blood boiling, and my words began to stumble: "Mom… I love you!"
I couldn't help but hug her tightly again.
Mom hugged me back, gently patting my back, her voice soothing: "Alright, alright, Dad is still at home. We need to hurry up, okay~"
Her voice, with its trailing tone, instantly hooked me.
Right, time was tight.
We quickly walked over to the desk and pretended to spread out my test papers and books.
What I didn't expect was that Mom's backpack actually contained several test papers and workbooks!
She took them out one by one and placed them on the table, her movements as natural as a real student.
After setting up the "study scene," Mom seemed to feel a bit warm.
The air conditioner was on in the room, and she was still wearing a thick down jacket.
"It's a little hot."
As she said this, she naturally reached up and unzipped the down jacket.
Then, she grabbed the front of the jacket and deftly took it off, casually tossing it onto my bed.
In that instant, my entire body froze. My eyes were glued to her, and I even forgot to breathe.
Underneath the down jacket, she was actually wearing… a sailor uniform!
It was the Japanese-style short-sleeved sailor top, with a blue-and-white neckerchief tied at the chest.
But this sailor uniform… was made of sheer, translucent gauze!
Even worse, she was completely bare underneath!
Through that thin, slightly hazy fabric, I could clearly see the full, rounded contours of her chest, and at the very top, those two small, tender pink nipples.
They stood out so clearly, rising and falling slightly with her breath, faintly visible, exuding a deadly allure.
My mind went completely blank, and blood rushed wildly downward.
Mom seemed completely unaware of my stunned state—or perhaps she noticed but chose to continue.
She bent over and began to take off her black casual pants.
With her back to me, as she bent over, her round, perky buttocks, tightly wrapped in the stretchy fabric, were right in front of me, outlining an irresistibly tempting peach shape.
She easily slipped off the pants and tossed them onto the bed as well.
Now, the sight of her lower half was completely exposed to me.
She wasn't wearing ordinary stockings but black garter stockings!
Two thin black lace garters, one end connected to a black lace belt cinched around her waist, the other tightly fastened to the top edge of the stockings.
The stockings hugged her plump, fair thighs, extending all the way up to the top.
And the most unbearable part was the panties she wore underneath… they could hardly be called a complete pair of panties!
Just a tiny piece of almost transparent black lace, in a narrow thong style, with only a thin strap at the back digging into the cleft of her buttocks.
That pitifully small piece of lace in the front barely covered anything. I could even vaguely see, through the sheer fabric, the mysterious, slightly swollen slit between her legs!
"Boom—!"
An uncontrollable, scorching heat instantly shattered all my reason.
My cock hardened almost instantly, painfully so, springing up like a red-hot iron rod, tenting my loose sleep pants.
Who the hell could hold back after this?!
I almost violently yanked down my sleep pants and underwear, letting them pool around my ankles.
I stood there stiffly by the bed, my thick, hard cock exposed to the air, its engorged veins throbbing.
Mother turned around and saw me in this state. Her eyes flickered for a moment, as if with a hint of shyness, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper emotion.
She didn't say a word, only slowly, step by step, walked up to me.
Then, she crouched down in front of me.
Her gaze, direct and unobstructed, met my thick, throbbing cock, which stood erect and bulging with veins from extreme excitement.
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