[It wasn't a fight after all]

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It wasn't a fight after all

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My family consists of six people: my grandparents, father, mother, older sister, and me. We
live in a small county town.

My name is Fan Zhi, born in July 1994, and I'm twelve years old this year. I'm in the second year of junior high school in this small county town.
Because I started school early, I'm in the same grade and class as my thirteen-year-old sister, Fan Yi.

My family runs a small department store, which my father has always run. Business is pretty good,
so my family is considered upper-middle class in this small county town. My father told me that this store
was an inheritance from my grandfather, but it hadn't been open for many years,
during . My father said that in the 1960s and 70s, the crackdown on capitalism was very severe, and who would dare to open a small shop
? Later, in the 1980s, with the reform and opening up, my grandfather reopened the store. Because my father didn't study
hard and couldn't get into university, my grandfather passed the store on to him. That year, my father was eighteen years old.

My dad is forty years old this year, ten years older than my mom, meaning my mom is only thirty.

My mom later told me that when she was sixteen, my dad slept with her in 1992
, and my older sister was born the following year. That means my mom was only seventeen when she gave birth to my sister.
If it weren't for my grandfather using his money to bribe officials, my dad might have been in jail long ago.

Anyway, back to the story.

Today is Sunday. When I woke up this morning, I reached out and touched my left side, but didn't touch my dad's strong body.
I touched my right side, but again, didn't touch my mom's soft body. I knew my dad must have gone out,
and my mom must have gone to see him off. So, I stretched and crawled back under the thin blanket.

I stretched my legs wide apart, feeling how comfortable my parents' bed was. My bed,
although not small, felt like I was about to fall off if I turned over twice.

Last night, when Dad told me that the store was almost sold out and he had to go out to buy more, he
would , I said I missed Dad. So, I insisted on sleeping with Mom and Dad.

My parents, who doted on me, had no choice but to agree.

Of course, I missed Dad, but what really made me want to sleep with them
was to see them "fight" again.

Every time Dad goes out to buy more, he and Mom have a fight. And this fight is really fierce, unlike
any other. Dad keeps biting Mom and even "kills" her with his long, big penis. Dad
's "knife" is really powerful; it makes Mom scream "Ahhh!"

But what I like to see most is when Dad pulls out his "knife" and thrusts it in again, and Mom's
big breasts bounce up and down, left and right. I don't know why, but I have a special fondness for
this scene. Even at school, this scene often appears before my eyes. Whenever I recall
this exciting scene, my brain experiences a strange excitement, which in turn stimulates
my thinking cells, making my mind more active and my thinking more flexible and open-minded.
At this moment, even problems that I normally find difficult become easy to solve, a piece of cake.

Last night, as usual, I slept between my parents. My parents
never wear clothes when they sleep at night, not even underwear. So I could clearly feel my father's large penis pressing against
my thigh, and my mother's large breasts pressed against my soft back.

To see the scene I most wanted to witness sooner, I played with my mother's breasts for a while, then
pretended to fall asleep. As soon

as my eyes closed, my father impatiently told my mother to straddle me and sit on him.

I thought to myself: Why is my mother on top this time?

The room light was still on; I remember that my parents never turned off the light when they were "fighting."
Therefore, through the large glass mirror at the other end of the bed, I could clearly see Dad's penis "killing" into Mom's
flesh.

The curtains in Dad and Mom's bedroom were completely blackout; I didn't know what material they were made of, but they were different from
ordinary curtains. You couldn't see out from the inside, and you couldn't see in from the outside. Even
the shadows reflected on the window couldn't be seen from the outside. Therefore, only I could see their "fighting"...

I lay in bed, eyes closed, savoring the alluring waves of Mom's chest from last night.
For some reason, my not-so-small penis became hard, and a feeling of needing to urinate rushed to my brain.

Just then, I heard Mom knocking on the door outside, calling loudly to my sister and me: "Zhi'er, Yi'er, it's time
to get up! The sun is already high in the sky! Get up and have breakfast so you can catch up on your summer homework."

I heard my sister loudly answering Mom from her room, saying she had already gotten up. But I remained
quietly lying on Dad and Mom's big bed, not answering her. I wanted Mom to come in and coax me out of bed.

I didn't hear my response, and sure enough, Mom pushed the door open and came in. The room was immediately
brightened by the light that followed her in. But then she closed the door again. I clearly heard the sound of her locking the small padlock.
As soon as she locked the padlock, I knew I had a chance this morning.

My mom is very beautiful, with a great figure; she's considered one of the most beautiful women in this small county.

Today, Mom was wearing a dress, a mid-length sundress. Her two large breasts lifted the
dress high, and I could clearly see her two protruding nipples. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

Mom walked to the window and with a "whoosh," pulled open the curtains, which seemed to separate two worlds, while
saying repeatedly, "Look, the sun is already high in the sky! Get up!" Her words sounded
somewhat reproachful, but mostly full of affection.

I deliberately didn't answer Mom, waiting for her to trick me into getting up. I've always loved it when Mom tricks me
into getting up ; I get a lot of fun from her at that moment. It's clear that Mom also likes
to wake me up every morning.

Sure enough, when Mom saw that I ignored him, she came over, sat on the edge of the bed,
patted my face, then bent down and kissed my tender nose and soft cheeks, finally taking her lips...
Her lips pressed against mine with a soft "pop," then she shook my shoulder vigorously.

"Little rascal...lazybones...get up." My mother always calls me "little
rascal" when she wakes me up; she probably does it on purpose so I'll misbehave at this time.

"Mmm..." I deliberately drawled out the sound, as if I had just woken up, even though I had been awake
for quite a while.

"What? Still haven't slept enough? Get up and have breakfast, Mom has made it all for you. ...Zhi'er,
have you finished your homework?"

"Mom...don't worry, I finished all my homework the day before yesterday, didn't you see? Did
Dad knock you out last night?"

"You little rascal, were you peeking again last night?"

"Mom, what do you mean by peeking? You two were fighting naked right in front of me, and you call that peeking?
Besides, you had all the lights on last night, how could I close my eyes? And...Mom,
your moans were so loud, even if I was asleep, I would be woken up by your moans that sounded like you were being 'killed' by
Dad , but also like you were having a great time."

"What nonsense are you talking about at such a young age? If you keep talking nonsense, Mom will spank you." After saying that,
Mom gently patted my face twice.

"This isn't hitting me? It's clearly love! I know Mom would never hit me. In my memory,
Dad and Mom have never hit me, and Grandpa and Grandma don't allow them to either. But I've never made
them ; I'm always first in my class. They love me more than enough."

Mom pulled me up, the blanket slipped off my body, and I stood naked
in front of , my erect penis right in front of her.

"Hmm? You little rascal, this little thing seems a bit big," Mom said, holding my not-so-small penis.

I sat on the bed, my hand slipping under Mom's breasts and kneading them
. Soon, I could clearly feel her nipples harden.

After a while, I slipped my other hand under Mom's skirt and discovered she
wasn't wearing anything underneath. I easily touched her plump labia with their pubic hair. Before
I knew it, my little finger had slipped between her two plump lips. I knew this was the place where Dad's penis had "killed" into
last .

I could only feel that Mom's inside was wet, slippery, and very soft and warm. Although it wasn't the first time I'd touched this
place , it was the first time my little finger had gone inside. At that moment, I saw
a few blushes appear on Mom's face.

"Mom, last night when Dad's big, long penis 'killed' into you, did it
hurt a lot ?" I asked, my little finger still inside Mom.

"How do you know it hurts?" Mom gently pinched my soft cheek and asked, not telling me to take
my finger out of her flesh, but letting my little finger remain inside her flesh.

"I saw you were moaning so loudly, so I just asked you that." I
answered .

Seeing how serious I looked, Mom asked me just as seriously, "So, when you're in pain, do you
moan like this too? Okay, get up."

"Mmm—" I whined to Mom, "This little rascal wants Mommy to hug him."

"Didn't you hug me enough last night?"

"Mom, are you kidding me? Last night you were hugging me and Daddy too."

"You little pervert, you don't want to see good things, you just like to see Daddy and Mommy doing this."

"Mom, I read textbooks every day, aren't these good things? Mom, hug me, please!"

Helpless, Mom had to unzip the back of her skirt, pull it down to her waist, and hug me in
her naked arms.

This is how I ask Mommy to hug me, and Mommy has always hugged me like this since I was little.

Mommy's breasts are big, and I always bury my little face between Mommy's plump breasts.

At this moment, I pinch one of Mommy's nipples with one hand, while the other nipple is in my tender mouth.

"Okay, okay, little rascal, if you don't get up, breakfast will get cold," Mommy said, gently patting my face.

"Mom, why were you on top of Dad last night? It's always Dad on top of you before!" I
pressed my face against hers, whispered a few breaths into her ear, and then asked.

"You little rascal, what do you know about who's on top of whom? Do you even understand?" Mom gently
pinched my ear as she answered.

Meanwhile, her other hand was holding my penis, and she muttered to herself, "It's not small, but it
's still a little smaller and shorter than his."

"Mom, what are you saying? My penis is smaller and shorter than anyone else's?" At that moment, my little hand
moved a few times inside Mom's vagina.

Mom knew she'd let something slip, but under my persistent questioning, she had no choice but to answer, "Who else can it compare to
? A little smaller and shorter than your dad's, that's all."

"Mom, your expectations are too high! My dad's so old, and I'm so young! You want me to be as big as
him ? Isn't that making things difficult for me? Besides, Dad's penis goes inside you every day to 'eat,
' so of course it's much bigger and longer than mine. Mom, what's so special inside you? Why does
Dad 's penis always go inside you?" I asked Mom,
pushing my middle finger, which was already inside her vagina, a little further in. At that moment, I felt Mom's vagina contract slightly, and
an indescribable sensation traveled from my fingertip to my brain.

"What good stuff could there be? There's nothing there, just a fleshy hole."

"I don't believe it. There must be something delicious in Mommy's fleshy hole. Mom, can I see it?"

"You're such a naughty child. You want to see Mommy's hole too?"

"Mom—please, just one look, just one."

"You, Mommy just can't do anything with you."

After saying that, Mom took off the dress that was still hanging on her waist, lay naked on the big bed, and looked at me
gently saying, "See? Otherwise, you wouldn't even know where you came from."

My mother's vulva was beautiful, with dark pubic hair, but it only grew on the top of the opening. At that moment, I saw two plump, thick, lip-like labia tightly pressed together
below , forming an alluring slit.
I didn't know what those thick, fleshy, lip-like things were, so I asked my mom, "Mom, what are those
thick so pretty! What are they called?"

"Those are a woman's labia majora."

"Labia majora, I know! Then why don't I have any?"

"How could you have them? If you did, you wouldn't be a man. You'd
be like , a woman who gets fucked by men."

Hearing my mom say that, I thought of the times my parents fought, so I asked her again, "Mom,
you and Dad weren't fighting, were you? Dad was fucking you, right?"

"You brat, what are you saying? What 'fucking'? That sounds awful."

"Mom, didn't you just say that? Why does it sound awful now?"

"Really? Mom said that?... Don't say things like that again."

"Yes, Mom, I'm a good boy. I won't say things like that again... Mom, these are labia majora,
so there must be labia minora too, right?"

"Haha, you're really smart, buddy... and of course, the labia minora."

"Where are they? Can Zhi'er take another look?"

"You're so smart, you saw the labia majora, how come you don't know where the labia minora are?
You've seen the major ones, how far away can the minor ones be? Look for them yourself." After saying this, Mom lay quietly on the bed,
her body motionless, her eyes fixed on me.

"That's right, the labia minora, they must be behind the labia majora, but there's nothing there."
I looked for a long time but couldn't see the labia minora.

Then, Mom gave me a hint, saying, "Zhi'er, just separate Mom's labia majora and you'll know."

So, I gently separated Mom's two labia majora, and sure enough, I saw two tender,
ear . I guessed these might be Mom's labia minora, so I asked Mom, "Mom,
are these two tender little pieces your labia minora?"

Mom didn't answer me directly, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

From Mom's tone, I knew those things must be Mom's labia minora.

My mother's labia minora were so cute—red, tender, and a little moist. So I
asked her, "Mom, why are your labia minora so moist? It's like when I was little and I drooled."

"You little rascal, what drooling? You're the one who made it! And now you have the nerve to come to your mother?"

"Mom, are you kidding me? I didn't spit inside you, I just put my thin
middle finger inside. Do you think my finger can produce fluid?" A little naive and curious, I
held my middle finger up to my eyes.

This made my mother burst out laughing. "Haha, you're so silly! Do
fingers produce fluid? Haha!" She laughed a few more times.

I felt a surge of embarrassment, so I buried my head
between . After a while, I looked up and said to her, "Mom, you lied to your son..."

"You little rascal, you don't understand and you blame your mother instead. I didn't say anything, you just
guessed that way, what could I do? Now look what happened, you're saying I lied to you." My mother gently patted my
face.

After a while, my mother called me to get up again. "You little rascal, it's time to get up. I've been in here for almost
half an hour . Your grandpa and grandma will probably be back from their morning exercise soon, they haven't had breakfast yet."
After saying that, my mother tried to sit up, but my heavy body was pressing down on her, and she couldn't move after a few attempts
.

"Mom, I know now! Why is Daddy's penis longer and bigger than mine?"

Mom was also curious, wondering what new discovery I had made.
She looked at . "What have you found out this time, you little rascal? Tell Mommy."

I sat up straight, quietly looking at Mommy's face, without uttering a word for a long time.

"Little rascal, are you lying to Mommy? If you don't tell me, Mommy really has to go make breakfast."

"Mom, you're so beautiful!"

Hearing this, Mommy's face flushed again. "What are you saying? You're so young,
what do you know about beauty?"

"Mom, you really are beautiful. Much more beautiful than our homeroom teacher. At school, all the teachers say
our homeroom teacher is a great beauty. If they saw you, Mommy, they'd think you were a fairy
!"

"Little rascal, when did you learn to flatter girls?" Mommy tapped my forehead with her little finger
.

"Mom, do I need to flatter you? You're really, really beautiful."

"...Tell me, what did you just find out?" Mom pinched my cheek again.

"I just discovered that Mom's pussy is wet, and when Dad goes in, it gets
nourished by it, making it grow longer and bigger than mine, Mom, don't you think so?"

"What nonsense! I thought you'd discovered something else!"

"Mom, can I go in too, so Mom's wetness can soak it, and make my penis
grow bigger and bigger too?"

"What? You little rascal, you're getting naughtier and naughtier! You think you can go in there? This is your
dad's exclusive property. If you want to go in, you have to ask your dad for permission first!" Mom smiled and
kissed my cheek affectionately.

"Mom, how come your pussy is Dad's exclusive property again? Can't I go in for a bit?" I
looked at Mom innocently and said.

"Because you're Mommy's son, you can't go in... Okay, okay, if you don't get up,
Mommy won't talk to you anymore."

Whenever I hear Mommy say she won't talk to me anymore, I obediently listen to her, because I know that
if Mommy really gets angry, I won't be able to touch Mommy's big breasts in the mornings anymore. So, I...
I got up from my mother, still asking, "Mom, why
can't ?"

My mother, while putting on her skirt, said, "Of course a son can't go inside his mother's lower body.
Why is that...? I can't really explain it, I don't know how to tell you. I just know that a son's penis
can't go inside his mother's."

"Then where should I go?"

"When you grow up and get married, you'll naturally have your own place to go. Then, you can
go in however you want, just like your father went into your mother's..." Before she finished speaking, my mother opened the door and left.

I finished dressing and went to the living room. Actually, I was only wearing a vest and shorts.

When I got to the living room, no one was there. I went to the kitchen and saw my mother making noodles.

So, I hugged my mother from behind, my hands covering her two large breasts.

My mother was startled by my sudden hug and cried out, "What are you doing, you little rascal?
I 'm making breakfast, are you going to eat or not?"

"Mom, you just said I should ask Dad if I can go inside your pussy...
If Dad agrees, can you let my penis go inside your pussy?"
My hands were restlessly kneading my mother's large breasts.

"This... this... how could your dad agree?"

"What if my dad agrees?" I kneaded my mother's breasts a little harder.

Just then, the sound of a key turning in the door came from the living room. My mother turned around and tapped my head, saying, "Get up
now , do you want your grandpa to beat you?"

"Zhi'er, aren't you getting up?" Grandpa's loud tenor voice rang out towards my
bedroom .

"What are you yelling about? Zhi'er is growing, let him sleep a little longer if he wants to."
Grandma's reproachful voice followed Grandpa.

Hearing Grandma's voice, I didn't dare to say anything more.

Grandma was the one who loved me the most out of the five people in the family.
When , I could touch Grandma's big breasts, but Mom wouldn't allow it.

I knew Mom's personality; if I really angered her, I don't know how many weeks I
wouldn't have mornings without Mom's beautiful face and large breasts.

I've experienced it firsthand. I remember once I touched Mom's breasts in the living room, just
once , and I was punished for a month.

That month, I felt so miserable, like something was missing every morning. My
grades also dropped significantly that month. Later, Dad discovered the reason and talked to Mom
a lot, and only then did Mom bring her lovely breasts to my bedside every morning again.

So, when I heard that Grandpa, Grandma, and my sister had returned, I had to let go of Mom. But as I left
her body, I still touched her genitals. Then I realized she
wasn't wearing anything underneath, and my touch led me to her large vulva.

At that moment, Mom turned around and said to me, slightly angrily, "You little rascal, do you want
Mom to punish you again...?"

Before she could finish, I had already left the kitchen and gone to the living room.

My sister had already gone back to her room, and Grandpa had gone to wash up. Only Grandma was lying on the sofa
with her eyes closed.

I didn't want to bother her, so I let her recover on her own. I knew they
must have jogged ten laps around the garden again.

The third day, Dad came home.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when he returned, and our whole family was still waiting for him to come home for dinner.

Before coming home, Dad had called Mom and said he might arrive around five in the afternoon. It
was a little past 12:30 PM. My mother and I were cleaning up the dishes left over from lunch
when the phone rang. I answered it and held it to her ear. I was quite
happy to hear that my father was coming home in the afternoon because I could ask him if I could go inside my mother's vagina. Finally, I clearly
heard my father ask my mother if she was very itchy down there these past few days, because he emphasized the last part.

As soon as my father entered the door, my mother took the bag from him and said affectionately, "Didn't you say
you'd be there by five? Why are you only arriving now?"

"This damn traffic! One bus is late, and the other is completely jammed. Too many cars are really a bad thing," my
father said after handing the bag to my mother.

Mom smiled at Dad and asked, "Are you starving?"

Dad smiled back at Mom, and without regard for Grandpa, Grandma, and us being there, said to Mom, "
Yes , I'm starving! My little brother hasn't eaten for three days."

Mom's face immediately turned red. I didn't know why, so I blurted out, "Dad,
why eaten for three days? Did you spend all your money on supplies and have no money left for food?"

My words made Grandpa and Grandma laugh, while Mom, blushing, gently pinched my
ear , picked up her bag, and went into her room.

After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Grandma pushed Mom into her room and asked Grandpa to help her
clear the dishes. My sister saw this and joined in the chores.

(After everyone left, I clung to Dad and watched TV.) Just then, Grandma saw that Dad still wanted to watch
TV , so she said to him, "Why don't you go take a shower?"

Dad went to shower, and I was alone in the living room
. I felt bored, so I went into Mom's room and begged to sleep with them.

I knew that every time Dad came back from buying goods, he and Mom would have a big "fight," and I definitely
wanted to see it, especially since I was going to ask Dad if I could go inside Mom's "fist."

Just then, Grandma came into the room and pulled me out, saying, "You little rascal, you're so big now, almost
a grown-up, and you still want to watch Dad and Mom 'fight'? Come with Grandma."

"No, I don't want to go. I haven't seen Dad for three days. I miss Dad. I want to sleep with Dad. I still have..."
"You have to ask my dad about this." I held onto my mother's hand, refusing to go with my grandmother.

"This little rascal, what good things do you have to ask his dad about?" Grandma asked, looking at my mother.

"Mom, what could this little rascal possibly have to do? It's all about men, Mom, forget it,
let sleep with us, it's okay, Mom." My mother said to my grandmother, blushing.

"You two spoil this little rascal even more than I, his grandmother. Okay, even I, as his mother, am not afraid and have agreed,
so what can I, as his grandmother, say? If I say anything more, won't this little rascal hate me?" Grandma gently
patted my cheek and said.

I saw that after Grandma finished speaking, she was about to leave. I let go of my mother's hand and hugged Grandma tightly, saying
, "Grandma, you're so good. I knew Grandma wouldn't send the little rascal away. Grandma loves the little rascal the most, doesn't she?" I
hugged Grandma tightly, letting her two big breasts press firmly against my chest, and then reached out a small
hand to touch Grandma's lower body.

When my little hand slipped under Grandma's skirt and touched her thick pubic hair, she
whispered in my ear, "You naughty boy, don't do that. Your mother's right here. If you want to touch her, go touch her tonight."
With that, Grandma pulled away from my embrace and left the room. I saw her face turn red.

A little while later, Dad came in after showering. He wasn't wearing any clothes, just a large towel
wrapped around his midsection, and I could see his penis was prominently erect.

"Little naughty boy said he missed you and wanted to sleep with us," Mom said to Dad.

"Okay, I've missed you a lot these past few days too," Dad said, kissing my cheek
before carrying me to bed.

As usual, I slept between Mom and Dad, facing Mom and with my back to Dad. My little hand, as
usual, kept touching Mom's breasts, then moved to her genitals. A little while later, I noticed that Mom
was wet again.

Then I remembered what I had said to my mother three mornings ago, so I turned to my father and asked,
"Dad, why is your penis longer and bigger than mine?"

"Oh, you little rascal, how old are you, already trying to compare your penis with your father's?" My father
laughed a few times, then continued, "What's the rush? You're still a child. When you grow up
, your penis will naturally grow as big and long as mine, maybe even bigger and
longer."

"Dad…"

Just as I was about to ask my father the question from three days ago, he interrupted me, gently patting
my head and saying, "Zhi'er, go to sleep, Dad's a little sleepy."

Hearing this, I knew my father wanted to "fight" with my mother,
so pretended to fall asleep.

Then, my father rolled over onto my mother and started moving around.

The room light was on as usual. I gently opened my eyes and saw my mother's two
large breasts swaying up and down, back and forth, making my penis hard.

I pretended to slowly move my head to the other side, wanting to see the view between my parents' lower bodies. My parents
were very excitedly having their "fight" and didn't notice my actions.

When I slowly turned my head to the other side, I clearly saw my father's long and large penis
deeply inserted into my mother's flesh, sometimes pulling out and then inserting again, repeating this repeatedly.

After a while, I saw some white stuff seeping out from both sides of my mother's plump vulva, so I
said, "Dad, be a little gentler, Mom's vulva is leaking white foam."

My father didn't answer me when he heard me say this, but instead made a few "ah ah" sounds, and then I saw the muscles of his big
buttocks contract tightly a few times before he lay still on top of my mother. After a while, Dad finally
rolled off Mom and went back to his original spot, gently tugging at my ear and saying,
"You little rascal, you weren't asleep after all?"

"Dad, with the lights on so brightly, how could I sleep?" I smiled at Dad and said.

"You little rascal, you want me to turn on the wall lamp too, don't you?" Dad gently
tapped .

"Oh, right, Dad, I have a question for you." Just then, I noticed Mom
gently .

"What question do you have now? You're not going to ask me about fighting with your mom again, are you?" Dad
smiled at me.

"Dad, your penis is longer and bigger than mine. Does your penis soak in Mom's flesh all day
?" I asked Dad innocently.

"How old are you, kid? Why are you always comparing things with your dad? But you're better than me.
When I was your age, my penis wasn't as big as it is now." Dad placed his hand on my penis and
said.

At that moment, I placed one of my little hands on my mother's vulva and the other on my father's penis,
and earnestly said to him, "Dad, can you promise me one thing?"

"Oh, my little darling, when have I ever failed to grant your request? Go ahead." My father
kissed my forehead before answering.

"Dad, you have to promise me first before I can say anything." Just then, I noticed my mother pinching my
bottom from behind.

"What is it that's so important that you have to promise me first? Okay, I promise,
go ahead ."

"No taking it back." I held out my little finger to my father.

Knowing I wanted to make a pinky promise, my father also held out his little finger and made a pinky promise with me. "I've already made
a pinky promise with you, so hurry up and say it."

"Dad, I want to be like you, and put my little penis inside my mother's pussy to soak." As soon as I
finished speaking, I quietly observed my father's expression.

"What? You little brat, that's my wife, and your mother too! How could you... You
bad boy, you're absolutely wicked! You... How could you come up with something like this? I'll beat you to death..." Dad
raised his hand high. If that slap came down, it would leave five big marks on my face.

Just then, Mom reached out and blocked Dad's big slap: "What's wrong with you? The child is still so young,
how can he withstand your slap?"

"It's all your fault, look what you've spoiled him into!" Dad snapped at Mom. This was the first time Dad
had spoken to Mom so loudly; in my memory, Dad had always spoken softly to Mom.

"Dad, you're lying! We made a pinky promise, and now you're denying it, boohoo..." Before the slap even landed
on me, I started crying.

Seeing me cry, Mom quickly hugged me tightly in her naked arms, rubbing me with her large breasts
: "Don't cry, Zhi'er, Mom..."

Before Mom could finish speaking, Dad interrupted: "Do you really want your son's penis
inside ?"

"Didn't you just promise? I was helping you!" Mom retorted.

"Who knew this naughty boy would make such a condition..."

I continued to cry in Mom's arms. My mother can't stand seeing me cry. Even the hardest
heart softens when I cry. Just then, she looked at my father and said, "Look..."

"You, if our son wants the stars in the sky, you'll go and pluck them for him too..." My father, seeing his son
crying incessantly, spoke less loudly than before.

"Just tell me, will you agree or not..." My mother nudged my father and asked.

"You, the child is so big now, and as his mother, I'm still holding him naked like this. How can he not
have inappropriate thoughts? This is all your fault, beautiful mother! Whatever, that hole isn't
down there."

"Ugh—you caused this trouble, and now you're blaming me, you..." My mother sounded a little
angry .

"Hey, good wife, don't be angry. I agree, that's enough. You're lucky, kid." My father
pinched my bottom hard.

Hearing this, I knew Dad had agreed. Afraid he'd change his mind, I quickly turned around and
said to him, "Dad, you're so good. I knew you loved your son the most."

As soon as I finished speaking, I flipped over and pinned Mom down, mimicking Dad's actions, and
thrust my penis into her flesh, repeatedly saying, "Mom, I want to 'kill'
you too!"

Dad and Mom couldn't help but laugh. After a while, Dad said, "Zhi'er
, this isn't what you call 'fighting,' it's called love… You're not 'killing' your mom, you're
fucking her, you're fucking her hole."

"What are you saying? You're talking so awfully, are you trying to kill me?" Mom grabbed Dad's
ear and then slapped his penis.

"Oh… you want to murder your husband, you…" Dad yelled, then stepped aside,
quietly watching Mom and I "fight"—oh, not "fight," it was penetration, it was making love.

My mother was beneath me, her large breasts swaying, which aroused me even more. Soon after
, a stream of fluid spurted from my penis: "Ah, Daddy, I peed! I peed inside Mommy
!"

Hearing this, my parents couldn't help but laugh again.

Joyful laughter filled the room, reaching my grandparents' ears, my sister's
ears , and drifting into the quiet, brilliant night sky.

(The End)

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