Childhood Memories: The Older Brother Next Door (A Short Story with a Green Mother) Author: clean

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Childhood Memories: The Older Brother Next Door (A Short Story about a Green Mother)

Author: clean
Published: 2014/01/23 on: Spring in the Courtyard
Word Count: 4331

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I often hear stories online about people witnessing their mothers having sex when they were young.
Writing a long story would be time-consuming and laborious, so I added some of my own imagination, exaggeration, and made up some stories.
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At the dinner party before graduating from university, I drank until I was almost unconscious. A few strong classmates threw me
onto my bed in the dormitory. I kicked my shoes off the bed and lost consciousness.

At midnight, the air in the dormitory was filled with the smell of alcohol and foot odor. I woke up needing to pee and got
up to pee.

After peeing, I returned to bed, but I couldn't fall back asleep. My mind kept replaying that
absurd thing I did as a child that I felt particularly guilty and regretful about. I've probably thought about this thing tens of thousands of times...

My father was the chief accountant at the bank at the time, and he was very good at business. He felt that money kept in the bank would always lose value in an environment of
inflation . So he invested in many financial products and real estate.

Several rental apartments in my neighborhood were registered under my dad's name. He did some basic renovations,
furnished simply, and rented them out. One of them was
the apartment across the hall, where a young man of Dong ethnicity rented from us.

This young man was the son of one of my dad's friends, studying at a nearby university. My dad, a very loyal
friend , rented the apartment to this young man at a very low price, and even
rented the entire apartment to him alone.

Not only that, but every weekend and holiday, my dad would always invite him over for dinner.

After a while, we became familiar. I was just a child then, and I quickly became close with this young man. When he
first took me into his room, I felt like I was in heaven—this young man, in today's
terms, was a complete otaku. The room was filled with all sorts of comic books, figurines, model toys, and there was even a PS on
the TV .

So I often went to his rented room to read comic books, play with toys, and play PS games.

My mom, however, didn't like this older boy. The reason was simple: as a homebody, he
inherited all the typical homebody traits—lacking personal hygiene. He wore glasses, but they were
always dirty. His hair was always greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages. He always wore
slippers, spring, summer, autumn, and winter. He was 1.7 meters tall but weighed 95 kilograms.

All of this made my mom completely dislike him.

My mom is a very traditional Chinese woman who manages our household very well. No matter
how tired she is from work, she always comes home on time to cook, mop the floor, and wash my dad's and my dirty clothes. Sometimes when my dad's relatives
come to visit, my mom has to cook for them, and after she finishes cooking, she can't sit at the table herself; she can only
eat the leftovers after they've finished eating.

My mom is very conservative in her clothing. She's never worn the low-cut tops or short skirts that are fashionable these days. Even the stockings that were popular among housewives are something she refuses to wear, finding them too revealing.

"Don't let him come over for dinner. He doesn't even wash his hair or face. He doesn't even know to change into
proper . He's so inconsiderate," my mom often says to my dad after my older brother finishes eating at our house
.

"His dad helped me a lot back then, I have to repay that favor. Besides, he's still a child.
He'll be better when he enters society," my dad always comforts my mom.

Although my mom doesn't like my older brother and always thinks he'll never find a job or
a wife, she still warmly welcomes him whenever he comes to our house.

"Xiao Zhi, aren't your parents home?" he asked me once while we were playing PS.

"They went to a wedding banquet," I replied casually, my eyes glued to the screen.

He then strongly urged me to bring my PS console to our TV to play, since we had a huge
LCD screen.

He found a few broken bottles in our refrigerator and even made me drink one. Being a child, I couldn't control myself, and
the two of us made a complete mess of the house.

When my parents came home and saw what had happened, they were furious. My mother pointed at my older brother and
berated him mercilessly.

"Auntie, Uncle, I was wrong, I know I was wrong," my older brother stammered, his face red.

From then on, my older brother visited my house much less often, while I visited his more frequently.

My older brother bought a new handheld console, but he never lent it to me. He said if I could find him a
woman he could manipulate, he'd let me play it.

"What do you mean by 'manipulate'?"

"It means when she's drunk, or unconscious, and you little kid, where are you going? I'm just teasing you," my older
brother said.

I often thought about that handheld console, and also about how to find a woman who was unconscious for my older brother, even though I
didn't know what use an unconscious woman would be to him. One day, the opportunity came, but this woman was…

"Xiao Zhi, is that your name? I'm your mother's classmate, quickly help your mother inside." A woman reeking of
alcohol helped my mother, who also reeked of alcohol.

"Xiao Zhi, I won't go in, quickly help your mother inside." The aunt smiled at me and quickly
left.

(My mother drank too much at the class reunion, and my father went on a company trip; I was the only sober
person at home.

) Looking at my mother, fast asleep on the sofa, my older brother's words, "a drunk woman," floated into my mind.

When I knocked on my older brother's door next door and handed him my mother, he was first surprised, then
overjoyed . He practically threw the handheld console at me, telling me to go home and play.

Having obtained the handheld console I had longed for, I forgot about my mother and happily went to play on my bed.
But my older brother only gave me the handheld console with the last bit of battery left; he didn't give me a charging cable.

My older brother was careless; he didn't close the door properly, and I just pushed it open and came in.

The room reeked of alcohol, and there were deep, labored breathing sounds from a man, like the
sounds of someone exhausted after a run. The creaking of the bed came from my older brother's bedroom.

I went to his door to peek at what was happening.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a naked woman pinned down by a man. My own mother
, naked, the naked body of a woman barely ten years old. Snow-white skin, beautiful long hair, a pair of
breasts , a dark cleavage. I didn't know what they were doing, but I felt a growing heat within me.

I didn't know what my older brother was doing to my mother. I was terrified and didn't dare go near her. My legs went weak, and
I sat down on the floor.

My older brother's buttocks were moving back and forth between my mother's legs, his mature, dark male genitalia
appearing and disappearing on her inner thighs. As a young child, I was astonished because my older brother's penis
was very different from mine. Mine could perhaps be called a penis, but my older brother's looked
like !

Even after I went to university, the shock of seeing an adult male's genitals for the first time, and the image of
my biological mother being raped by a man other than my father, remained vivid in my memory.

My penis was getting increasingly itchy, and I rubbed it with my hand inside my pants, but it didn't help at all. My heart felt like it
was on fire, burning my brain and throat. I swallowed hard, and my hand unconsciously increased
the speed of rubbing my penis.

My older brother, like a raging bull, frantically thrust his large
"meat stick" into my mother's dark vaginal opening. I remember that moment very clearly. My mother was naked at the time, and
her breasts, which I loved to suck on when I was little, swayed back and forth with my older brother's thrusts. My mother's face, drunk, seemed even
redder than before, and she occasionally let out some nasal sounds.

My older brother even bent down, stuck out his saliva-covered tongue, pried open my mother's red lips, and sucked on them
passionately . I was utterly shocked. I knew it was called "kissing," but when I accidentally
saw my parents kissing, it was just a quick sip, nothing like my older brother sticking his tongue
in.

My older brother suddenly roared, gripping my mother's waist tightly with both hands, his buttocks shoving forcefully
between her dark thighs. Thinking

something was wrong, I jumped up, pushed open the door, and yelled, "Big brother, what's wrong
?!"

He saw me, his eyes widened, and he let out another strange cry. I was so frightened I fell to the ground.

Sitting there, I watched my older brother's head bobbing, his eyes fixed on me, his lower body still
pressed tightly against my mother's abdomen.

At the time, I didn't understand; now I do: I was witnessing a
man transferring hundreds of millions of sperm into my mother's womb.

My older brother's penis slowly withdrew from my mother's body. At that time, I didn't know what a glans was; I just
noticed that the tip of his penis was different from mine—it was a large, egg-sized, protruding
, dark red thing.

That dark red thing emerged from my mother's opening, slowly closing vaginal opening, with a
sticky strand of fluid still attached to the tip, like a candied banana in a restaurant.

I remember taking another look at my mother's small vaginal opening; layers of pink flesh were
undulating, and a milky liquid was seeping from the crevices.

My older brother lied to me, saying he was helping my mother sober up, otherwise her life would be in danger.
Naively, I believed him. Seeing that he had fooled me, he chuckled and pulled
several pairs of .

He told me these were medicinal stockings, for treating illness. I asked why there were white liquid stains on the black stockings
, and he said that was the medicine. Of course, now I know that the stockings were
probably residue of my older brother's semen after masturbation.

He picked out the pair of stockings with the most semen stains and put them on my mother's legs. This was the first time I
saw my mother wearing black pantyhose.

My older brother held my mother's small feet, bent her legs, and slowly pulled the stockings up to her buttocks. My mother
's snow-white leg skin was gradually covered by the black fabric, with only the calves and the base of her feet
showing a little of her original skin color.

I was too young to think much of it then. Looking back now, I realize that the stockings accentuated my
mother 's best features. Her rounded buttocks, slender calves, and small feet were all
perfectly displayed under the black stockings.

What I remember most vividly is my mother's genitals. She wasn't wearing underwear, just a layer of stockings.
The bulging pubic hair hinted at its mystery, and the pink vulva and the barely visible opening made
me want to tear the stockings and explore.

After we finished dressing, my older brother rummaged through a pile of shoe boxes and pulled out a pair of white leather high heels with gold heels for
my mother . I thought it was a very strange scene at the time: my mother was completely naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed,
but she was wearing black pantyhose and high heels.

After a while, I understood my older brother's intention. He bent down, and his nimble tongue licked from my mother's
toes all the way down to her buttocks, leaving the pantyhose glistening with his saliva. He also kept rubbing my mother
's nipples with his hands.

Then, he directly tore the pantyhose at my mother's crotch, revealing her dark vulva, which looked incredibly
tempting and alluring through the pubic hair. My older brother's penis, which had just gone limp, became erect again.

This time, for the first time, I saw how a man other than my father inserted his penis into my mother
's vagina: my older brother's egg-sized glans slowly pushed open my mother's delicate labia minora, forcing
open the already closed vaginal opening. The fleshy opening, like a suction cup, instantly sucked the large glans into the dark hole,
and the older brother took the opportunity to insert his entire penis into his mother's fleshy opening.

He then lifted his mother's two beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, together and placed them on his shoulders, wantonly licking
her legs with his tongue. Her vulva, with her legs together, formed a straight line, with only the area where his penis
was inserted being a round, fleshy opening.

Her high heels swayed with each thrust, shimmering alluringly under the light, the black stockings...
Large chunks of some unknown liquid were stuck to the torn part of the sock.

Soon, my older brother ejaculated inside my mother a second time.

He told me not to tell anyone, because this treatment was very life-consuming.
If everyone sought his help, he would die quickly, and I wouldn't be able to play games or read comics with him anymore.

I promised him, cleaned my mother thoroughly, and carried her home.

After that, my older brother graduated and moved to the city where he worked. Before he left, my father invited him to
our house for a meal once again.

I remember my father saying to my older brother, "Don't blame your aunt for what happened last time. She
was just angry. She's usually very kind, you know that."

My older brother said, "Uncle, I know. Aunt is a really good person. I won't be angry with her."

My father didn't know that my mother's belly had already been filled with my older brother's unique semen.

After my older brother graduated, my mother gave birth to her second child, which made my father extremely happy. I remember on my child's 100-day celebration
, my dad got drunk. Holding my younger brother, he ran to my older brother and his father, saying, "Look, I'm
this old now, even with protection, it can't stop my offspring. My wife gave birth to my second big, healthy son." I'll reserve a seat first, then comment.
The good thing about this novel is that the author, young and naive, concealed the truth for the older brother, allowing the protagonist to gain a huge advantage. This is exactly what we, the "wolf readers," want. Therefore, this novel perfectly fulfills our desires and is a good one.

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