My absurd thoughts about my mother

What an unlucky day. Since middle school, I’ve never had my parents called in by the teacher. Yet, of all days, it had to happen today—on such an important day. The teacher, too, seriously? Just a fight, and they had to call my parents? Now my mom has to be embarrassed along with me. I wonder if she’ll be really angry.Standing at the door for a moment, I hesitated before finally opening it and stepping inside. The lights were on at home, and my mom was sitting alone on the sofa watching TV. My dad was away on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. Mom was still wearing the black suit dress from earlier in the day, her expression stern. When she saw me come home, she turned off the TV. To be honest, my mom looks stunning when she’s angry. Her slightly furrowed brows give her a touch of cool elegance. Of course, the main reason is that she’s naturally beautiful. Her facial features are delicate, her contours sharp, and her skin fair. But the most striking thing about her is her graceful aura. And those eyes—they’re like a clear spring. You can’t stare into them for too long, or you might just get lost. As beautiful as she is, I don’t dare to look closely right now. “Mom, I’m back.” I tried to act nonchalant. “Come here, sit down.” Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of anger. I genuinely felt a bit uneasy. However, fortunately, my mom is reasonable and doesn’t jump to conclusions. Since I was in the right today, I had some confidence. Sitting on the sofa beside her, intimidated by her presence, I lowered my head and said, “Mom, I’m sorry.” My eyes were drawn to her small feet wrapped in sheer nude stockings. The stockings, as thin as cicada wings, encased her fair and delicate feet, with even the faint veins on the insteps exuding an endless allure. Slap! The sound of my mom slapping the table startled me as she coldly demanded, “Look at me when you speak.” Ah! It gave me quite a shock—I was just admiring those beautiful feet in stockings. Annoyed, I felt my temper flare up. I raised my head, stared straight into her eyes, and pretended to be serious. “Mom, I’m sorry.” “How exactly are you sorry?” Her expression remained blank, but her anger was clearly far from subsiding. I embarrassed you.” I stared into my mom’s eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them—even now, with anger burning beneath the surface, I couldn’t help but feel a little captivated. Mom’s face suddenly darkened, and she snapped, “Is this just about losing face? Huh? Zhang Wei Feng, you’ve really grown bold, haven’t you? Learned how to fight now, is that it? Instead of studying properly all day, all you do is cause trouble. Just because your dad’s not home, you think I can’t control you? Why on earth did you hit someone?” Mom rarely gets this angry, and I really couldn’t take it. I quickly explained, “Mom, it doesn’t really count as hitting someone—at most, it was a fight. Didn’t the teacher explain it to you? This really wasn’t my fault.” Mom sneered, “Not your fault? That boy ended up in the hospital for an examination, and you don’t even have a single scratch on you. I must say, you’re pretty impressive—didn’t realize it before.” Mom paused for a moment, then added, “I didn’t have time to get the details from your teacher. That boy’s parents were in a hurry to take him to the hospital for a check-up, so I went along with them.” Hearing that the kid ended up in the hospital, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Here’s what happened: I was in line at the cafeteria, waiting to get my lunch, and that kid cut in front of me. I very politely told him, ‘Hey, classmate, please go to the back of the line.’ But he just glanced at me and ignored me. A bunch of classmates from my class were standing around watching, too. Mom, do you think I could just let that slide?” Mom’s tone softened slightly. “Stop joking around with me. So, what—you hit him?” I, Zhang Wei Feng, have always been skilled at reading the room. Noticing that my mom’s anger was gradually fading, I kept grinning and said, “Mom, I’m a gentleman, you know. How could I just start a fight like that? I only tried to reason with him while pulling him out of the line. Who could’ve guessed that after I pulled him out, that jerk would suddenly shove me hard? I wasn’t prepared and ended up falling. The whole crowd of dozens of people around us turned to watch—several of them were even my classmates. Mom, what was I supposed to do? If I let it slide, how could I hold my ground in class after that?” Mom had already figured out what happened and gave me a mocking smile. “Hah, you’re quite the smooth operator, aren’t you? What should you do? Didn’t you just say you’re a gentleman? Gentlemen argue with words, not fists.” “Gentlemen argue with words, not fists. But if they have to use their fists, they make sure not to leave any loose ends.” I joked as I moved behind my mom, trying to please her by massaging her shoulders. Then I continued, “I got up and started with a kick, then grabbed a tray and smashed it over his head. Haha, Mom, you should’ve seen it—soup and water splashed all over him, making a complete mess!” As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but glance towards his mother's chest. I stood behind my mother from a high vantage point, barely able to see through her collar, her snow-white breast flesh and deep cleavage. My mother's breasts are very big. Based on my estimation, at least she occasionally doesn't wear underwear at home and doesn't look sagging. She looks very tall and straight. Not only her breasts, but also her mother's overall figure is very good. There is no excess fat on her abdomen, and her buttocks are round and perky, commonly known as peach buttocks. Unlike the chopstick legs that many girls pursue, her mother's thighs are plump, but her calves do not appear bulky, much like the figure in some comics. I once saw a news on the Internet that said it was a painter named Biya. Someone roast that the figure proportions she painted were too exaggerated, which did not conform to reality at all. As a result, people posted their own photos according to their own drawings, which was almost the same as the big breasts and fat buttocks in cartoons, which shocked netizens. My mother's figure is also like this. She usually dresses conservatively outside and is not so obvious. Sometimes she doesn't pay attention at home, which makes my body hot. It can be said that from appearance to figure, my mother's whole body is full of sexy points. It is forgivable to secretly look at her breasts. Mom snorted coldly and said, "I didn't realize you had a temper. I thought you were very good at homeI flattered and said, 'Of course I'm good at home. In front of you, I dare not have a temper.'Don't be poor with me, come here, don't press itMy mom pulled me up in front of her with a serious expression and said, "Forget it today. From now on, no more fights are allowed. Do you hear meWell, I got itIf there's another time, how can I teach you a lessonMmm, absolutely not