A Short Story About the Green Mother-Style Neighbor: A Memory That Immediately Comes Back

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A Fleeting Recollection of the Older Brother Next Door (A Short Story about a Green Mother)
Author: clean
Published on: Spring in the Courtyard 2014/01/23
Word Count: 4331
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I often hear stories online about 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.
At
the dinner before graduating from university, I drank so much I almost passed out. A burly classmate threw me
onto my bed in the bedroom. I kicked my shoes off the bed and lost consciousness.
Around midnight, the air in the bedroom was filled with the smell of alcohol and foot odor. I woke up needing to pee and got
up to urinate.
At the time, I didn't understand, but now I do: at that moment, I was witnessing a man other than my father...
After urinating, I returned to bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind drifted back to that
ridiculous thing I did as a child, something I was incredibly ashamed of and deeply regretful about. I've probably thought about it ten thousand times...
My father was a bank manager and accountant at the time, very financially savvy. He believed that money deposited in banks... Okay, given the current
inflation , things are always depreciating. So he invested in a lot of financial products and real estate.
All the rental apartments in my neighborhood are under my dad's name. He roughly renovates these apartments,
buys some basic furniture, and rents them out. Including the apartment across from mine, the older boy who lives in Dong's
family's house is a renter.
This older boy is the son of one of my dad's friends, studying at a nearby university. My dad is very fond of
renting to him.
Not only that, but every weekend and holiday, my dad always invites him to our house for dinner.
Once you're stranger, you become familiar. As a child, I quickly became close with this older boy. When he
first took me into his room, I... It truly felt like paradise—my older brother, in today's
terms, was a total otaku. His room was overflowing with comic books, toys, and even a PS1 was plugged into
the TV .
So I often went to his rented room to read comic books, play with toys, and play PS1 games.
"It'll get better once you enter society," my dad would always comfort my mom.
But my mom didn't really like this older brother. The reason was simple: as an otaku, he
continued the typical otaku habits—he didn't care about personal hygiene. He wore glasses, but they
were always grimy. His hair was always greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages. He always wore
slippers . Standing at 1.7 meters tall, yet weighing a hefty 95 kilograms,
all of this made my mother feel absolutely no liking for this older brother.
My mother is a very traditional Chinese woman, managing our household impeccably. No matter
how tired she is from work, she always comes home on time to cook, mop the floor, and wash my and my father's dirty clothes. Sometimes when my father's relatives
come to visit, my mother has to cook for them, and after she finishes cooking, she can't even sit at the table; she can only
eat the leftovers after they've finished eating.
My mother's clothing is also very conservative; the low-cut tops and short skirts that are popular these days have almost never appeared on her.
Even the long stockings that were once fashionable among housewives, my mother refuses to wear, considering them too revealing.
"Don't let him come to our house for dinner. He doesn't even wash his hair or face. He doesn't even know to change into
proper . He's so inconsiderate." This is
what my mom often says to my dad after my older brother finishes eating at our house.
"His dad helped me a lot back then, and I have to repay that favor. Besides, he's still just a kid. Although
my mom doesn't like my older brother and always thinks that someone like him will never find a job or
friendship, she rented the house to him at a very low price and even rented the whole house to
her. But every time my older brother comes to our house, my mom still treats him very warmly.
" "Xiao Zhi, aren't your parents home?" My older brother asked me once when we were playing PS together.
"They went to a wedding banquet," I replied casually, my eyes glued to the screen.
He then earnestly urged me to bring my PS console to our TV to play, since we had a huge
LCD screen.
Mine was quite different. Mine could probably be called a penis, while my older brother's looked like a thick sausage.
He bought me a bottle of beer and even let me drink one. As a child, I couldn't control myself, and
the two of them made a complete mess of my house.
When my parents came home and saw what had happened, they were furious. My mother pointed at my older brother's nose and scolded him severely,
showing no mercy.
"Auntie, Uncle, I was wrong, I know I was wrong," my older brother said, his face red and head bowed.
From then on, my older brother visited my house much less often, while I visited his house more frequently.
My older brother bought a new handheld console, but he wouldn't lend it to me. He said he would only
let me play it if I could find him a woman he could control.
"What do you mean by 'at your mercy'?"
"It means she's drunk, or she's passed out. 'Hey, little kid, where are you going? I'm just teasing you,'" the older
brother said.
I often thought about that handheld game console, and also about how to find a woman who had passed out for the older brother, though I
didn't know what use a woman who had passed out would be to him. That day, the opportunity came, but this woman was...
"Xiao Zhi, is that Xiao Zhi? I'm your mother's classmate. Quickly help your mother into the house." A woman reeking of
alcohol helped my mother, who also reeked of alcohol.
"Xiao Zhi, I'm on my way. Quickly help your mom inside." The aunt smiled at me,
but her lower body was clad in black pantyhose and high heels.
It seemed my mom had drunk too much at the class reunion, and my dad was on a company trip; I was the only sober
person in the family.
Looking at my mom, fast asleep on the sofa, my older brother's words, "a drunk woman," came to mind.
When I knocked on my neighbor's door and handed my mom to him, he was first surprised, then
overjoyed . He practically threw me the handheld game console, telling me to go home and play.
I got the console I'd been longing for, forgetting all about my mom, and happily jumped onto my bed to say goodbye.
My older brother only gave me the last bit of battery on his handheld game console, not the charging cable.
He was careless; he didn't close the door, and I pushed it open and came in.
The house reeked of alcohol, and there was the deep, labored breathing of a man, like
the sound of someone exhausted after a run. The creaking of the bed frame came from my older brother's bedroom.
I went to his door and peeked at what was happening.
It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked, pinned down by a man. My own mother
, naked, a woman barely ten years old. Her skin was snow-white, her hair beautiful and long, her
breasts firm and dark. I didn't know what they were doing, but I vaguely sensed a feverish sensation.
There was a churning, milky liquid seeping from the cracks in her flesh.
I didn't know what my older brother was doing to my mother. I was terrified and didn't dare go any closer. My legs gave way, and
I collapsed to the floor.
My older brother's buttocks moved back and forth between my mother's legs, his mature, dark male genitals
appearing and disappearing on her inner thighs. As a young child, I was astonished because my older brother's penis looked just like the one he used to pee
!
Even after I went to university, that moment—the shock of seeing an adult male's genitals for the first time, and the image of
my own mother being violated by a man other than my father—remained vividly in my memory.
My penis was getting increasingly itchy. I tried to rub it with my hand, but it didn't help at all.
A fire seemed to be burning inside me, scorching my brain and throat. I swallowed hard and unconsciously increased
the speed at which I rubbed my penis.
My older brother, like a raging bull, thrust his large penis wildly into my mother's dark, gaping hole.
Seeing my parents kissing, I stubbornly gave him a quick, mouth-to-mouth kiss, unlike my brother who would stick his tongue all the way into his penis.
I remember that scene vividly. My mother was naked, and
her breasts, which I loved to suck on as a child, swayed back and forth with my brother's thrusts. My mother's face, flushed from the alcohol
, seemed even redder than before, and she occasionally let out nasal sounds.
My brother bent down, his saliva-covered tongue prying open my mother's red lips, sucking
passionately . I was utterly shocked, because I knew it was called "kissing," but sometimes I didn't want
to.
My brother roared, his hands gripping my mother's waist tightly, his buttocks shoving forcefully
between her dark thighs.
I thought something had happened to my older brother, so I quickly stood up, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Big brother, why did you
leave? "
I could still see a little of his original skin color in some areas. 　　When my older brother saw me, his eyes widened, and he let out another strange cry. I was so frightened that I fell to the ground. 　　I sat on the ground, watching my older brother's head swaying back and forth, his eyes fixed on me, while his lower body remained pressed tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. A man was delivering sperm (a billion sperm) into my mother's uterus. 　　My older brother's penis slowly parted from my mother's body. At that time, I didn't know what a glans was, I only felt some white liquid residue, which he said was Chinese medicine. Of course, now I know that the tip of my older brother's penis was different from mine, it was a large, egg-sized, protruding , dark red object. 　　The dark red object was larger than my mother's open, slowly closing vaginal opening, with a sticky thread of liquid attached to the tip, like a candied banana in a restaurant. 　　I remember taking another look at my mother's tiny vaginal opening, the layers of pink flesh walls pulsating . 　　My older brother lied to me at the time, saying that he was helping my mother sober up, and that if she didn't sober up in time, her life would be in danger. 　　He told me that these were Chinese medicine stockings . It was for treating illness. I asked why these black stockings still had traces of semen left on them, likely from my older brother's masturbation. 　　He picked out a pair with the most semen stains and put them on my mother's legs. This was the first time I saw my mother wearing black stockings. 　　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, only her calves and the base of her feet were visible 　　. At the time, I was young and didn't think there was anything special about wearing them. Looking back now, I think that wearing stockings accentuated my mother's best features. Her rounded buttocks, slender calves, and small feet were all vividly depicted in the black stockings. 　　What I remember most vividly is my mother's genitals; she wasn't wearing underwear, just a layer of stockings, making her bulging vulva... The hair clearly hinted at the mystery; the pink vulva and the barely visible opening of the small fleshy hole made one want to tear the stockings and explore. 　　After putting them on, the older brother rummaged through a pile of shoe boxes and pulled out a pair of white leather high heels with gold heels for Mom. 　　After a while, I understood the older brother's intention. He bent down, his nimble tongue licking from Mom's toes to her buttocks, the stockings glistening with his saliva. He also kept rubbing Mom 's nipples with his hands. 　　Then, he directly tore the stockings at Mom's crotch, revealing her dark vulva, which looked incredibly tempting and alluring through the pubic hair. The 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 Mom 's vagina: the older brother's egg-sized glans slowly pushed open Mom's delicate vulva. His lips forced open the already closed vaginal opening. The opening, like a suction cup, quickly sucked the large glans into the dark hole, and the older brother then inserted his entire penis into his mother's vagina. 　　He then placed his mother's two beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, together on his shoulders and shamelessly licked them with his tongue. At the time, I thought it was a very strange scene; my mother was completely naked from the waist up, her breasts exposed, and in my ignorance, I believed him. Seeing that he had fooled me, the older brother chuckled and pulled out ( my mother's legs) from a hidden compartment in the wardrobe. Her vulva, with her legs together, was in 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 with an alluring sheen under the light, and large clumps of some unknown liquid clung to the torn parts of her black stockings .

After my older brother graduated, my mother gave birth to her second child, which made my father extremely happy. I remember at the child's 100-day celebration
, my older brother ejaculated inside my mother for the second time.
He told me not to tell anyone, because this method of treatment was life-threatening;
if everyone sought his help, he would die quickly, and I wouldn't be able to invite him to play games or read comics anymore.
I agreed, cleaned my mother thoroughly, and carried her home.
Afterwards, 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 more.
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 indeed a very good person; I won't be angry with her."
My father didn't know that my mother's womb had already been filled with my older brother's unique semen.
That day, my father drank too much. He held my younger brother and ran to my older brother and his father, saying, "Look, I'm already
this old. Even with protection, I can't stop my offspring. My wife gave birth to my second big, healthy son."

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