Peeping at Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang

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I grew up in the countryside. Perhaps due to the open environment of rural areas in the past, I experienced a lot. Some of these experiences were due to chance, some were hearsay from friends, and some were intentional acts done to satisfy personal urges.

Where to begin? Let me start with the first time, one I will never forget. It was the summer after my middle school entrance exam.

Here, it's necessary to describe the unique work schedule in our village during the summer. In the sweltering summer, to escape the heat, farmers would generally get up before dawn and go to work in their fields very early. Around 10:30, when the temperature rose, they would stop working and go home for breakfast. After breakfast, they would rest until 5 pm before returning to the fields to work, continuing until 9 pm when the sun had completely set before going home for dinner. As a result, they ate only two meals a day instead of three.

The mental anguish of waiting for the results to be released for a student is something everyone knows. Because my father worked in another city, only my mother and I were at home. On the one hand, I wanted to help my mother with as much chores as possible during the hard-won holiday; on the other hand, and most importantly, I wanted to alleviate the pressure of waiting for the results. During that time, I got up very early every morning to work in our fields.

I remember that day, I arrived at my cornfield just as dawn

broke, intending to weed our corn. Next to my cornfield was Uncle Wang's watermelon field. Uncle Wang's watermelon shed was right next to my cornfield. Those two days were the watermelon harvest season, and I knew Uncle Wang lived and ate in his shed every day. Every morning, Uncle Wang would get up before dawn and start working in his watermelon field. This time, when I arrived at the field, I didn't see Uncle Wang's familiar figure, and I felt a little strange. As I passed Uncle Wang's shed, I deliberately peeked inside. Unexpectedly, I saw a scene I will never forget. Besides Uncle Wang, who was lying naked and sprawled out, there was also Aunt Wang, equally naked. Unlike Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang lay on her side, one arm curled under her head, the other draped over Uncle Wang's chest. Her two large, snow-white breasts, as big as sacks of flour, were stacked together, dazzling in the morning sunlight. Perhaps they were too tired from the night before; even though it was already light, they were still fast asleep.

Back in my own cornfield, still unable to recover, I couldn't control my curiosity and followed the corn rows back to the shack. The shack was A-frame shaped, with plastic sheeting on the sides and no cover at either end. This time, I looked up from below. Uncle Wang and his wife were still fast asleep, their heads facing the watermelon patch and their feet facing my cornfield. Uncle Wang was still in the same position, lying on his back, while Aunt Wang, who had been lying on her side, was now sprawled out like him. For the first time, I saw a grown man's enormous erection; for the first time, I saw an adult covered in dark hair. From then on, I knew that women actually had pubic hair. Even now, in my middle age, I've never seen anyone as big as Uncle Wang in real life.

When I saw Uncle Wang turning over and waking up, I quickly ran to the other side of the cornfield to work. My haste and panic obviously woke them both.

A long time passed, and whenever I saw Uncle Wang, I would blush. But Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang seemed completely unaffected, still cheerful as ever, only telling everyone, "Old Li's son is such a hardworking young man." [The End]

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