The elevator smoothly descended from the sixteenth floor to the first. I sprinted out of the car, gasping deeply to fill my lungs with fresh air and rid myself of the suffocating smell of my mother.
"Did you figure it out?"
My mother asked, seeing me seemingly revitalized.
"Yeah, the problem-solving approach was a bit convoluted. Needed to use a different formula."
I fabricated a lie.
My mother, however, took it seriously, beaming with a radiant, irresistible smile, overflowing with pride: "My son is amazing!"
I forced a smile, afraid of embarrassing myself in public. I didn't dare to look at my mother, instead fixing my gaze ahead, chatting with her about school matters in a desultory manner.
When we arrived at the restaurant and pushed open the door to the private room, there were already seven or eight people seated around the round table, men and women alike, all chatting and laughing boisterously.
Seeing Mom and me, they all turned to look. I immediately felt almost everyone's gaze fixate on Mom's delicately made-up, beautiful face.
"Sorry, we were a bit delayed by traffic," Mom greeted them gracefully.
"Good afternoon, everyone," I followed up, greeting the elders.
Most of these people were colleagues of Dad's at the research institute, having worked with him for over a decade. Mom and I knew most of them, so it wasn't awkward at all.
Mom pulled me to sit on Dad's other side. I looked excitedly at the man next to me, who wore glasses, had regular features, and a slight beer belly. I nudged him with my elbow. "Congratulations, Dad!"
My dad was in a great mood, and he laughed, saying, "Thanks, son!"
Then, he leaned his head close to me and whispered, "I'll approve you having two drinks later!"
I gestured towards my mom with my mouth, saying, "I don't dare drink."
My dad said proudly, "Now that your dad is Director Song, I have the right to consider Teacher Lin's opinions and reject them."
I couldn't help but give my dad a thumbs up: "Awesome! But, speaking as your son, I advise you not to get too carried away. Otherwise, Mom will clean you up when we get home, and I won't have the guts to help you."
While I was joking around with my dad, Aunt Liu from his office was staring at my mom with envy: "Wanquing, what skincare products do you use? Your skin is so good!"
Mom was a little embarrassed and waved her hand, saying, "It's nothing, I usually don't wear makeup. I only put on a little light makeup today to see you all."
"Really?"
Aunt Liu was half-believing.
Dean Zheng, who was sitting in the main seat of the research institute, smiled and said, "Xiao Liu, you don't understand. Teacher Lin is a national first-class athlete. Her good skin is because she's in good physical condition. It's the external manifestation of internal health."
Another male colleague said helplessly, "Old Zheng, why does everything you say have an academic air? Today is Brother Hengli's promotion banquet, and you're making it sound like a conference."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
Dean Zheng was quite approachable. He didn't get angry after hearing this, and pretended to be angry, "What's wrong with the academic air? We who do archaeological research have to be rigorous!"
After saying that, he glanced at me and said to Aunt Liu, "Xiao Liu, don't just look at Teacher Lin's face. I remember your daughter is in her first year of high school this year, right? Teacher Lin not only has good skin, but she's also excellent at educating children! Hengli's son, Xiao Songyang, has always been in the top ten in the Sixth Middle School, a sure-fire Qingbei candidate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, exclamations immediately erupted in the private room.
Although everyone knew each other, it was just a matter of familiarity. I didn't know much about my dad's colleagues, and they were the same.
Hearing Dean Zheng's introduction, the uncles and aunts, all in their forties or fifties, whose children were either in middle school or high school, immediately became enthusiastic. Some asked for parenting advice from the parents, while others asked me about study methods. The atmosphere was incredibly lively.
As exquisite dishes were served to the round table one after another, the men started playing drinking games, and the women, holding soft drinks, discussed everyday family matters. I, on the other hand, followed the principle of eating Director Song out of house and home, my chopsticks moving like the wind, my mouth basically never stopping.
After a while, Dean Zheng's phone suddenly rang. He took it out, glanced at it, and quickly gestured for everyone to be quiet.
The private room immediately fell silent.
"Hello, Dean Qin. Yes, we're eating. No, I'm not busy, go ahead. Oh!? Okay! No problem! Thank you for the trust!
I'll arrange for people to go over within three days!"
Dean Zheng's expression went from surprise to seriousness, and later, it showed a strong sense of delight.
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the curious faces of everyone, tapped the table, and said with a smile, "A Han Dynasty ancient tomb has been discovered in Xishi. Preliminary exploration suggests it's the largest tomb group in nearly fifty years..."
"Take me!"
Before Dean Zheng could finish speaking, Dad excitedly raised his right hand.
I was speechless, but not at all surprised.
My old man doesn't smoke, drink, or mess around. He's faithful to Mom and dotes on me. He's also indifferent to fame and fortune, and remains unruffled by anything.
But there's one thing: when he encounters an undiscovered ancient tomb, he completely transforms. His blood boils, and he once spent a whole day and night inside a tomb.
Dean Zheng pointed at Dad and shook his head. "It's not 'take you.' I'm too old to handle the travel. Since you've just been promoted to Director, you'll lead the team this time."
He then looked at the hopeful expressions of the other researchers and said, "Xishi and Ninghai are far apart, one west and one south. Dean Qin specifically reminded me that the entire exploration and excavation process could take more than half a year. The ancient tomb was discovered during subway construction there, so we'll also have to deal with the pressure of the city's construction schedule. Once you go, it won't be easy to come back."
Hearing this, the uncles and aunts hesitated, but Dad was still ecstatic.
I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Mom. Her bright, beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered with a hint of helplessness, but she didn't show any strong objections.
I'd gotten used to this kind of thing since I was a kid. Mom was clearly even more used to it.
"Alright, let's eat first. We'll decide on the specific candidates at the meeting tomorrow."
Dean Zheng waved his hand, and the private room became lively again...
At 9:30 PM, Mom used her long, slender index finger to unlock the fingerprint lock. I helped my unsteady father into the living room. I turned on the chandelier, helped Dad sit on the sofa, and then straightened up, letting out a long sigh.
I turned around and saw Mom leaning against the shoe cabinet, slightly bending over. Her round, firm buttocks strained against her suit pants, and I could vaguely see the outline of her conservative, wide underwear.
She stood on one foot, the other hooked back. Her right hand reached down, grasped her high heel, and gently pulled it off. Her jade-like foot, encased in black silk stockings, suddenly entered my field of vision.
Exquisite, petite, with a graceful arch. The surface of the semi-transparent stockings revealed a faint flesh tone, while the reinforced toe area was a deep black, tightly concealing her five toes, yet somehow even more captivating to my gaze.
Mom wasn't used to wearing high heels, and seemed to find her ankles a bit uncomfortable. She used her delicate hand to hold her slender ankle, and slowly rotated her little feet in black stockings in front of me.
My eyes, like a missile-locking device, followed her movements back and forth.
Suddenly, the tent that had erected in my lower body brought me back to my senses. I felt like my lower body was a reminder, always waking me up when I lost control.
I quickly bent down to pick up Dad's water cup to get hot water, but my peripheral vision couldn't help but glance at Mom.
Mom released her ankle and slipped her mysterious and alluring black-stockinged feet into a pair of white plastic sandals. Before I could catch my breath, she did the same thing again, lifting her other beautiful foot, still clad in a black high heel.
My swelling penis was pushing against my school pants, and I was extremely uncomfortable. After handing the water to Dad, I quickly went back to my room and grabbed a set of pajamas.
"It's almost ten o'clock, I'll go shower first."
Mom had already taken off her heels and was squatting beside the sofa, helping Dad take off his shoes. Without turning her head, she said, "Get some rest, you have class tomorrow."
I quickly glanced at Mom's S-shaped curve, revealed by her squatting position, and then, with my back hunched, I escaped into the bathroom.
Since junior high, my routine has been extremely regular: into bed at 10 PM, asleep by 11 PM at the latest, and up at 7 AM sharp every morning.
But tonight, lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned. As soon as I closed my eyes, Mom's black-stockinged feet appeared in my mind. That alluring movement of her hand, holding her ankle and slowly circling, seemed to become a vortex, stirring up waves of increasing intensity in my mind.
I looked down at the thin blanket. The part that should have been covering my lower abdomen was now prominently raised. I sighed. I'd been in this state for almost twenty minutes, but my penis still showed no sign of softening.
"What to do about a continuous erection at night affecting sleep?" Helpless, I had to pick up my phone to search for solutions.
Have sex?
PASS. Masturbate?
PASS. Try to distract myself?
That method might actually work.
I glanced at the time. It was 10:50 PM. I got up, switched on the bedside lamp, and remembered I'd told Mom I was thinking about math problems. I grabbed a blank math test from my desk and quietly started studying it.
Given my level, I could naturally understand the questions. And when I could understand them, it was easier to get into them. I scanned the questions one by one, just outlining the solution process without calculating. Soon, I was absorbed in the sea of problems.
When I felt sleepiness creeping in, it was already 11:20 PM. I put down the test paper and stretched. I planned to go to bed quickly, but I'd drunk a lot of drinks at dinner, and now I suddenly felt the urge to pee.
I scratched my head in annoyance, barefooted, and gently opened my bedroom door, scanning left and right.
Our house was a north-south layout. My room was next to my parents' room. The front door was by my bedroom, with the living room in between. To get to the bathroom, you had to go through the living room. The study was opposite the bathroom, and the kitchen was past the bathroom.
Because of the insomnia caused by my persistent erection after seeing Mom's black silk-clad feet, I was filled with guilt and subconsciously didn't want my parents to find out I still hadn't gone to sleep.
Fortunately, the living room was pitch black; they must be resting. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bent over, and stepped on the cold floor, preparing to sneak into the bathroom to relieve myself. Because my footsteps were light, I only took two steps before I heard the sound of conversation coming from my parents' room.
I jumped in fright, freezing in place. My eyes darted around, and I saw my parents' bedroom door was ajar. Orange light spilled into the living room, accompanied by my father's slightly apologetic voice.
"Wanquing, Yangyang is at a crucial moment. I'll leave him to you for the next six months."
"You think I don't know that? You were so eager to volunteer for Xishi just now. I thought digging up graves was more important than your son's college entrance exam!"
My mother's voice was clear and melodious, laced with a charm and a hint of resentment I'd never witnessed before.
"Oh, come on, I... I was just caught up in the moment! Besides, I have confidence in you. When it comes to raising children, no one in Ninghai is better than you!"
Hearing my father's flattering laugh, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
I'd long suspected that even after Dad became Director Song, he'd still have to bow down to Teacher Lin.
Suddenly, my father's tone changed.
"Honey, you look gorgeous today, like a movie star."
"Do you think I want to? Having to put on makeup and pick out clothes is such a pain! Isn't it all to save face for you, Director Song?"
"Right, right, I get it. Your husband is incredibly grateful! Um... I figure I'll have to leave at the latest the day after tomorrow. How about... one time?"
"Go screw yourself!"
"It's been three months. And I'll be gone for another six..."
"Serves you right, always just obsessed with those old relics! Can't you show a little more concern for your wife and child? Do you even know I've been on my period for four days?"
"Oh? So when are you leaving?"
"What do you think? I just told you I've been on it for four days. The earliest will be the day after tomorrow."
"What a coincidence?"
"What can I do? I didn't discover that ancient tomb."
"Ugh, I wish I'd drunk more and just passed out. Now I'm stuck in this awkward state."
"Go play on your phone, it'll be over soon."
"Honey, how about you help me out?"
The conversation abruptly stopped. I swallowed hard, turned, and headed for my room, only to realize I still didn't need to pee. Turning back towards the bathroom, I found my legs completely unresponsive, moving like an elderly man with mobility issues. As if possessed, I shuffled one tiny step at a time towards the bedroom door, which was letting out a sliver of light.
Thump, thump, thump! My heart was pounding like a drum. I was both scared and panicked. My reason screamed at me to get back to my room immediately, but somehow, I reached out and slowly pushed the door open a crack. Then, I turned sideways and carefully peeked inside.
The warm, orange glow of the lamp filled my suddenly constricted pupils, reflecting the scene within the room.
Dad was naked from the waist down. He leaned back against the headboard, his head tilted back, eyes closed. He raised an arm and slipped it inside Mom's light blue short-sleeved pajamas.
Mom knelt beside Dad, her back to me. Her right hand also reached under the pajamas, as if trying to hold Dad's hand. The pajamas had ridden up with her movement, revealing a section of her delicate, white, slender waist.
As for her other hand, a left hand with long, slender, and exquisitely white fingers, it was actually stroking Dad's penis back and forth!
This… Mom is helping Dad masturbate!? My brain exploded. My scalp went numb, and my
Mom suddenly playfully pulled Dad's arm out of his pajamas.
But Dad, persistent as ever, reached back in, panting heavily. "Faster... faster, Wanqing... I'm about to..."
"Mmm... You only think of yourself..."
Mom let out another alluring, coquettish sound, her right hand, gripping his penis, speeding up. Her usually cold, peach-blossom eyes fluttered slightly, captivating. "Hiss... Ugh!"
Dad suddenly curled his knees, moaning, and a stream of semen flowed from the head of his penis.
The milky-white semen flowed down his penis onto Mom's hand, giving me an extremely lascivious feeling.
"Still uncomfortable?"
"Hehe, thanks, wife. Let's continue when I get back."
"Ugh, you. Go to sleep already, I'm going to wash up."
My mother said as she turned to get out of bed, I was immediately startled. I shivered in fright and hurriedly retreated to my own room.
I lay on the bed spread out like a starfish, feeling utterly dejected.
My penis was hard as a steel rod again. Not only was it uncomfortable, but I also had to endure the increasingly intense urge to urinate. It was pure torture.
(End of Chapter)