After a moment of silence, Mom said, "The doctor also said you should exercise more. How about this—starting tomorrow, get up early and go for a run."
I turned my head, furrowing my brows as I looked at her. "Running? Will that help?"
"Whether it helps or not, it's good for your body."
"I already have to get up early for morning study. Now you want me to run in the morning too?"
Mom said impatiently, "Don't you want to get better quickly? Then stop complaining and listen to me!"
"Mm..." I nodded listlessly.
"Oh, right," Mom glanced at me again and asked, "Your dad is getting married next week. Aren't you going to buy some new clothes?"
"Why buy new clothes? I'm not going," I turned my body away.
"You're not going to your dad's wedding?"
"He's your ex-husband. Why aren't you going?"
"Hey! Watch your mouth! Do you want a beating?"
I sat up straight and said impatiently, "I already told you—I'm not going."
"You're the eldest son in the family. If you don't go, your dad will be heartbroken."
"My home is gone, what's the point of having children now?" I muttered. "I'm not going. I don't know if Dad would be upset, but I do know that if I went, you definitely wouldn't be happy."
"Why wouldn't I be happy?"
"This is betrayal! Plain and simple betrayal."
Mom shot me a sidelong glare. "Is that what you call betrayal? Do you really think I'm that petty?"
"Yes, you're broad-minded and generous, but I have to stay loyal to you!"
Mom snorted dismissively. "Who needs your loyalty?!"
"Alright, alright, we'll talk about it later." I brushed it off casually.
Mom ignored me and focused on driving.
After a while of silence, I hesitantly spoke up. "Mom, there's something I want to tell you, but... well, I don't know how to say it."
Mom replied impatiently, "Just say it straight. No need for any roundabout tactics with me."
"Um... well..." I fidgeted, my hands tucked between my legs, looking uneasy as I stammered for a while, unsure how to begin.
But then I thought, since things have already come to this, what's there to be embarrassed about? So I just blurted it out: "The doctor said earlier that it's okay to... accept some stimulation in moderation..."
I stole a glance at Mom. She didn't say anything but was also looking at me sideways, as if waiting for me to continue.
I took a deep breath and mustered the courage to go on. "A couple of days ago, when Lu Yiyi came back, I thought about letting her... stimulate me. Uh... but it didn't work." Mom's expression shifted slightly, but she still didn't respond.
"I had pinned all my hopes on her, thinking that if she stimulated me, everything would be fine. But..."
After a long silence, Mom let out an indifferent "Hmm," clearly not intending to engage further.
Given how sharp Mom is, I'm sure she understood what I meant. She was just playing dumb, and I couldn't bring myself to spell it out.
...
The next morning, Mom woke me up at five o'clock and forced me to go for a morning run.
Frowning and looking miserable, I yawned and complained, "Isn't this a bit too early? I stayed up late reading last night and feel like I just fell asleep."
"Do you want to get better or not? The doctor told you to exercise... your body." As she spoke, Mom also yawned, clearly not fully awake herself, forcing herself to get up.
Choosing between recovery and sleep is indeed a tough decision. After struggling for a long time, for the sake of my future happiness, I finally gritted my teeth, forced myself awake, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into workout clothes.
Mom had tied her hair into a ponytail. She wore a black fitted sports tank top with a gray short-sleeved workout T-shirt over it, black fitted shorts, and professional running shoes.
In the past, Mom had stuck to morning runs for a while to lose weight, and I had joined in for fun back then.
Later, though, getting up became a bit of a struggle, and gradually, neither of us kept it up.
I followed Mom downstairs and joined her in doing warm-up exercises.
Mom stopped her upper body movement, bent her right knee and stepped forward, straightened her left leg with the toes touching the ground. While stretching her leg, she said to me, "The year's plan lies in spring, the day's plan lies in the morning. Morning running has many benefits—it speeds up metabolism, boosts immunity, and keeps you in a high-spirited state all day long."
"Oh..." I couldn't help but yawn again, wiping away the tears that had welled up with my right hand.
Mother stood up and began doing torso twists. Her tight-fitting top hugged her ample breasts, making them appear round and full. Combined with her slender waist, her chest looked as large as melons. The oval neckline pressed her plump breasts together, creating a deep and alluring cleavage. The morning light spilled over her fair, delicate skin, casting a tempting honeyed glow that was utterly captivating.
I followed along with the warm-up exercises, but my eyes remained fixed on Mother's body. With every twist, her chest swayed gently, and the oval curve of her breasts came fully into view, leaving me dazzled. I felt something stirring strangely within me.
"More exercise is good for your brain too. After we finish running, go back, take a shower, have breakfast, and then head to school. You'll feel energetic all day long."
Mother bent over, lowering her upper body into a forward fold.
Though she was nearly forty, her regular yoga practice had kept her remarkably flexible. She folded her upper body almost in half, easily touching the ground with her hands.
Standing slightly behind and to her side, I watched as her tight leggings stretched taut, accentuating her rounded, sensual buttocks. Between her legs, a small bulge protruded, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the plump, bun-like mound of her smooth pubic area. A wave of heat surged through me, and I felt a twitch below.
Mother seemed to sense my intense gaze. She turned her head and saw me staring blankly at her, which visibly annoyed her. "What are you spacing out for? Follow along!" she scolded.
"Oh! Oh!" I quickly nodded, flustered, and began stretching awkwardly to cover my embarrassment.
Then, Mother took the lead in running, and I followed behind.
The weather was exceptionally refreshing, and many people were out for their morning run.
As she ran, Mother said to me, "Since we've started, we need to stick with it. The goal is ten kilometers a day. But your fitness isn't great right now, so just starting out, managing three to five kilometers daily would be plenty."
I asked, "How many kilometers can you run now?"
"I…" Mother thought for a moment, then snorted. "Ten kilometers shouldn't be a problem."
After three or four kilometers, Mother began panting heavily. I was still fine—perhaps because my attention was entirely elsewhere—and didn't feel particularly tired.
Mother's skin, already as smooth as if dusted with powder, grew even more lustrous with sweat. Her breasts were simply too large; even though she wore a tight sports bra, they still bounced up and down as she ran, creating waves of creamy flesh. Combined with the soft panting escaping her moist, red lips, it was impossible not to let one's imagination wander.
After running a while longer, Mother finally couldn't keep up and stopped, bending over to catch her breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her right hand.
I stopped beside her and grinned. "Your ten kilometers seems pretty short."
Faced with my teasing, Mother shot me a glance and retorted irritably, "I haven't run in a while… I'm a bit… out of breath."
"Don't just talk about me. Looking at your fitness level, you could use some more exercise too."
After a short rest, Mother continued running ahead. I stayed by her side, watching the glistening sweat on her forehead accentuate her exceptionally smooth skin. I couldn't help but want to reach out and wipe it for her.
However, to be honest, my physical fitness really isn't that great either. After running for a while, I was also out of breath.
My mom and I stopped by the roadside. She leaned forward, hands on her knees, panting as she said, "Let's... call it a day for now. We'll continue... tomorrow."
My gaze kept drifting toward my mom's chest, almost unintentionally, and I suddenly thought that getting up to run every morning wasn't such a bad idea.
Just as my mom said, waking up early for a run, sweating it out, then going back for a shower before breakfast—it felt refreshing, and my whole body was filled with energy.
Suddenly, I felt hopeful again about treating my physical ailments. During class, my mind felt much clearer too.
At noon in the school cafeteria, it was packed with people.
After getting my food, I carried my tray around looking for a seat. Searching here and there, I spotted Teacher Tang in a corner, sitting alone at a table. She had her hands on her forehead, holding her glasses in one hand, and the food in front of her hadn't been touched at all.
I hesitated for a moment before walking over and asking, "Teacher, may I sit here?" Teacher Tang seemed startled by the question. She looked up, and I suddenly noticed that even though she was squinting, without those old-fashioned glasses, her face was actually quite delicate and pretty.
"Oh, Ling Xiaodong," Teacher Tang quickly put her glasses back on and said softly, "Go ahead, no one's sitting here."
I sat down across from her and glanced at her meal—just a bowl of porridge and a plate of stir-fried vegetables, not even any staple food. I smiled and asked, "Teacher, is this all you're having for lunch?"
"Mhm, I'm not very hungry," Teacher Tang replied with a faint smile, though there was a hint of melancholy in her expression.
I picked up my chopsticks and started eating heartily. Teacher Tang still hadn't touched her food. After a while, her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced down at it and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
I looked up at her and asked, "Teacher, it doesn't seem like you're just not hungry. It feels like something's on your mind."
"Huh?" Teacher Tang was taken aback and asked in return, "What's on my mind?"
"What's on your mind?" I suddenly remembered that night when she was downstairs talking to her husband on the phone and said with a smile, "It's probably related to relationships."
"How did you know?" Teacher Tang asked in surprise.
I grinned and said, "When my mom first got divorced, she often had the same expression you do now."
"What expression is that?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Resentful, wronged, and especially heartbreaking."
Hearing this, Teacher Tang's face flushed slightly, and she scolded, "You little kid, talking nonsense." After a pause, she asked, "Your mom got divorced?"
"Yeah! Right after the New Year."
"Why?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Teacher Tang seemed to realize she shouldn't have asked and quickly waved her hand. "You don't have to answer that."
What happened at home really wasn't something I should share with outsiders.
I smiled and continued eating.
After a while, Teacher Tang's phone buzzed with another message. This time, she didn't even look at it and just flipped her phone face down on the table.
I hesitated for a moment before asking, "Teacher, what's really on your mind? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you sort things out."
Teacher Tang shot me a look. "What could you possibly help me with?"
"Don't underestimate me. The things I went through last year couldn't even be made into a TV drama."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
"It's absolutely ridiculous, I'm telling you."
Of course, Teacher Tang didn't take my words seriously. She smiled slightly and began to eat with her head lowered.
As I ate, I secretly observed her. She was indeed a bit plump, but her figure hadn't lost its shape, nor did she give off a particularly bloated impression. She could still be considered well-proportioned, especially with her moon-like round face, straight nose bridge, and small but clear, lively eyes that always seemed to be smiling, giving her a charming appearance. Her skin was fair and delicate, like congealed fat, and even in her forties, she still looked fresh and radiant.
Teacher Tang didn't speak to me again. She finished her lunch quickly, picked up her phone, and left the cafeteria.
Watching her retreating figure, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. Although I hadn't seen what Teacher Tang looked like in the past, if she were ten years younger, she would undoubtedly have been a great beauty.
Or perhaps, given her physical condition, if she lost a little weight, she would definitely look much prettier.
From that day on, I started joining my mom for morning runs every day.
Although forcing myself to wake up early was painful, being able to admire the sight of my mom's body in motion was still quite enjoyable.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On the day my dad remarried, no matter what my mom said, I didn't go.
Beibei used the excuse of not being able to get time off and didn't go either.
Running with my mom every morning had indeed improved my physical fitness. I could run more lightly and had more endurance than before, but there was no noticeable improvement in that area—it simply wouldn't get erect anymore.
During this time, my mom took me to see a doctor again and even for psychological counseling, but there was still no progress.
Hope gradually turned into disappointment, and I found myself back on the old path of anxiety and restlessness—insomnia, anxiety, guilt, and unease. It felt as if the whole world had turned gray, and I had no mind to study properly. My recent mock exam results were simply disastrous.
On Friday evening, when I returned home and was changing my shoes, I saw someone lying on the sofa, wearing a loose loungewear top and only a pair of pure white pantyhose underneath. Two slender, delicate legs in white stockings were playfully kicking in the air.
No need to guess—it was definitely Beibei back from her break. She glanced at me and greeted, "You're back?"
I replied with an "Mm," changed into my slippers, put my backpack in the bedroom, and then returned to the living room.
Hearing the noise, Beibei didn't turn her head and continued lying on the sofa, playing with her phone. She casually asked, "I heard you bombed your exam."
"Who told you that?"
"Mom did."
Beibei's two small feet in white stockings were raised upward, dangling in mid-air and swaying back and forth. My gaze was involuntarily drawn to them, and I replied absentmindedly, "Yeah, I dropped straight to twentieth place."
"That's really rough. Mom sighs every time she mentions it. How come your grades are getting worse the more you study for the retake?"
"Hmm... who knows," I replied offhandedly.
Since she was only wearing a long, loose loungewear top that just covered her bottom, her two slender legs in white pantyhose were slightly parted, with her calves raised. From my angle, I could just catch a glimpse of the mysterious area between her legs.
Although it was a bit dark and not very clear, that very sense of hazy beauty was especially alluring.
"I've noticed you've been absent-minded and listless lately. Is something bothering you?"
I stared intently at Beibei's crotch, imagining the soft, pale mound of a young girl, the moist, petal-like labia. Though I had never seen it with my own eyes, it should be just like Mom's—a smooth, white, bun-like pussy.
I felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks, a surge of desire spreading from my back down to my groin. My limp cock twitched twice.
A thrill of excitement coursed through me. I focused my mind, clenched my buttocks, trying to make my dick stand tall and regain its former glory.
"Is it because Dad married Anuo's mom?"
I had no time to answer her. My eyes remained fixed on her crotch, my mind picturing her lying face down on the sofa, her young, round buttocks raised high, white tights and panties pulled halfway down her thighs, revealing that soft, pale, smooth pussy.
I knelt behind her, gripping her small buttocks with both hands, my rock-hard cock poised before her tight, rosy young entrance. With a forceful thrust... I felt it stirring!
Beibei, noticing my prolonged silence, suddenly turned her head and asked, "I'm talking to you!"
Startled, I quickly turned my head away, just in time to see Mom standing at the kitchen door, glaring at me fiercely.
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