Children develop more problems as they grow older.

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My dear sister, I'm 25 years old this year, 1.66 meters tall, and a senior in college nearing graduation. At school, I'm quite honest and introverted. Only at home do I transform into a completely different person. Also, I'm quite pretty; among my classmates, I'm considered one of the prettiest girls. Hehe, but what makes me luckiest is having a wonderful husband. It's because of him that I've discovered how incredibly pleasurable love between a man and a woman can be. In short, it's more blissful than being a god! I want to thank my wonderful husband for helping me unleash my inner potential over the years, completely transforming me into a true woman. Thank you, husband! Mwah!

Since this is my first time writing, I have so much to say to all the older brothers, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters out there. But before I begin, I'd like to share some unforgettable memories from my past. For various reasons, there are some things I haven't told my husband yet. Today, taking this opportunity, I'll tell him all my secrets. It'll make me feel a little less pent-up.

Actually, when I was little, I secretly watched my parents having sex, purely out of curiosity. Because I didn't understand matters between men and women back then, the first time I saw it, my heart was pounding so hard. Even now, thinking about it makes me incredibly ashamed—I actually watched my parents having sex! It was so embarrassing. From that moment on, I developed a masturbation habit.

I remember it was when I was in my third year of junior high school, during my puberty. One night, because I was about to get my period, I wasn't prepared, and it came all at once. Half-asleep, I felt something was wrong and quickly got up to look for sanitary napkins, but I couldn't find any. I guess my mom hadn't stocked up. My period had already soaked through my underwear and undershirt. I had no choice but to tear off a piece of toilet paper and put it underneath, intending to go to the bathroom to find some sanitary napkins. Because my pants were soaked with my period fluid, I was afraid of waking my parents. If my dad woke up and saw me like this, I'd be so embarrassed! If it was my mom, it would be fine, but if it was my dad, I'd be mortified! So I quietly opened the door. There wasn't a sound, but just then, I suddenly heard my mom's voice. She was crying out in pain. Had my parents argued again? Had my dad hit my mom? But why couldn't I hear my dad's voice? For some reason, filled with curiosity, I quietly walked to the door of my parents' bedroom and pressed my ear against it to listen. It seemed there was no sound again. Had I misheard? Just as I was about to get up to go to the bathroom, just as I moved, I heard my mom cry out again, a few "ah ah" sounds, as if something had hurt her. This made me very anxious, standing at the door. I immediately wanted to know what was going on, but I really didn't know what to do. I was about to knock on my mother's door, but then I remembered that I hadn't cleaned myself up yet. What if my father came to open the door? So I just kept listening at the door. As I listened, I was thinking about where I could see what was happening inside. I stretched my arms out to the left and right, and through the gap between the door lock and the bolt on the wall, I saw my mother lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, and my father had his head buried between her legs, licking her... Oh my god, seeing this scene terrified me so much that I immediately pulled my head back, my heart pounding. Suddenly at a loss for what to do, I was so frightened that I forgot to go to the bathroom. Just as I got up to go back to my room, I heard my mother scream again. Out of fear and curiosity, I don't know why, but I stuck my head back up, tilting my head and shifting my gaze. I saw that both my parents were naked on the bed. My father was licking my mother's genitals, while my mother, with her eyes closed and mouth open, was breathing heavily, rubbing her breasts with her hands, looking comfortable, as if nothing was hurting her. The dim light from the bedside lamp shone on my parents, creating a strange atmosphere. Could it be that my parents were…? Suddenly, I understood something. Seeing this, my heart was pounding, my palms instantly sweating. I don't know what came over me, I just wanted to keep watching, and I felt my private parts burning hot.

I squinted my eyes and continued to peek through the crack in the door latch, breathing heavily, using my hands to brace myself against the wall for balance. Just then, I saw Dad and Mom switch positions. Dad was lying on the bed, and Mom was kneeling in front of him. What were they going to do? I watched curiously, wondering what was going on. Then, Mom moved down Dad's body to between his legs. Ah, Dad's penis was big and thick, and Mom was holding it with her hand. I suddenly felt ashamed and quickly pulled my face back. My heart was pounding, and I kept recalling what had just happened. That was Dad's! How could I look at Dad's private parts? It was so embarrassing! I was extremely conflicted and didn't know what to do. "Never mind, I'll go back to my room," I told myself. But I couldn't help wanting to look one more time before leaving. So I looked over again. This time, Mom was actually sucking on Dad's penis, like she was eating a popsicle. Oh my god, what's wrong with Mom? She's nothing like my usual mom. What's wrong with Mom and Dad...? At that moment, my mind was filled with the images of my usual Mom and Dad. I couldn't imagine that this couple was the same strict father and loving mother I always knew. I saw Mom continue to suck on Dad's penis, moving it up and down with her mouth while simultaneously stroking it with her hand. After a few strokes, Mom got up and sat on top of Dad, her genitals directly opposite his. With mixed feelings, perhaps driven by curiosity, I wanted to keep watching. Then I saw Mom squat down, lifting Dad's penis, and slowly lowering it. I watched as his penis gradually entered her vagina; it was quite long, and it went all the way in. I was worried for Mom; would it hurt? Next, Mom squatted on top, her hands on Dad's body, while Dad grabbed Mom's breasts and laughed. Mom then lifted her buttocks and began stroking Dad's penis with her own. As she moved up and down, she made the same "ah ah" sounds I had heard earlier. My mother was like a completely different person. Peeking through the crack, I saw my father's and mother's penises intertwined, going in and out. Although it was dark, I could clearly see the in-and-out movement. My

parents had so much hair. As I watched, I breathed heavily, and something seemed to be flowing out from below. I thought it was my period again. Helpless, I quietly got up, went to the bathroom, tiptoed to find a sanitary napkin, and quickly returned to my room through my parents' bedroom. I locked the door, quietly went to my bed, changed my sanitary napkin, and lay down. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was my parents doing that. Especially seeing the expressions on my parents' faces in bed... again, driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear. Thinking about how my dad licked my mom's private parts, I traced the area he licked with my fingers, touching my genitals about a dozen times. Ah, what a feeling! So comfortable! Especially when I touched the little bump at the very top, it felt incredibly good, a tingling sensation all over my body. I couldn't control my emotions, my fingers constantly stimulating the bump, but after a while, it felt a little rough and painful from the dryness. I remembered how my dad licked my mom's private parts with his tongue, and wondered if it needed something. So, for some reason, I instinctively licked a finger from my other hand, applied my saliva, and smeared it on the bump. This made it much smoother and more comfortable to touch. I touched the bump like this for about ten minutes, and then I felt two streams of fluid flowing from my genitals. I looked up and realized my period had started. There was nothing I could do but stop.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the scene of my parents having sex. The next morning, when I saw them, they were the same as before—my father with a serious expression, my mother with a kind and gentle demeanor. They were completely different from the parents I had seen the night before. Especially when they greeted me with "Good morning," the scene from the previous night instantly flashed into my mind. My father's penis was long and thick, and my mother was inserting it into her vagina. That image remains unforgettable. However, it took more than a week for me to recover. Gradually, I stopped thinking about it so much. I kept it as a secret locked away in my heart. It was around that time that I learned how pleasurable it was to stimulate my clitoris with my hand. Over time, I became addicted to masturbation. It relieved the pressure of my studies. Every time I masturbated, the scene of my parents having sex would appear in my mind. It had become a conditioned reflex, a fantasy I indulged in during masturbation. Well, I should thank my parents. If it weren't for a twist of fate, I wouldn't have experienced the pleasure of masturbation so early.

Also, don't laugh at me, older siblings, but even in high school, I would occasionally peek at my parents having sex to fulfill my fantasies. I'd imagine what it would feel like if my dad put his penis inside me, and I'd touch my genitals while thinking about it. Hehe, doesn't it seem like I started showing signs of being lewd back in high school?

Hehe, well, that's the end of this story. Did you all like my story? Hehe. If you did, I'll write more good stories for you all to read. I have so many unforgettable stories to tell. That's all for now, I have to cook for my husband, hehe, muah everyone. See you next time!

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