Aunt Zhou's mother's breasts - Supplemented and revised edition 1. The young man was ignorant and dreamed of meeting a goddess.

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When I was in fifth grade, my dad brought home some old celebrity calendars from the factory to use as decorations. Because of television and movies (open-air cinemas; there was a movie theater in town, but villagers rarely went to town to watch movies, they mostly watched open-air ones. The movie I remember most vividly was a ghost film, probably something like *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, about a woman who was robbed by a bully, committed suicide by hitting her head against a stone lion, and became a ghost who met the protagonist; I don't remember anything else), rural families liked to stick used female celebrity calendars on their walls as decorations, which was a kind of idol worship at the time, especially for families with girls.
My sister pasted the calendars my dad brought home on the wall of our room. We shared a room; my bed was against the back window, and hers was against the front. The celebrity calendars were pasted around her bed. One of them faced my bed, so I saw it every morning when I opened my eyes. The female celebrity in the calendar looked somewhat like Aunt Zhou. Back then, most female celebrities were still natural-looking; even if they wore makeup, it wasn't heavy. Unlike today's celebrities and internet personalities, you wouldn't recognize them after removing their makeup.
Aunt Zhou dressed fashionably, and the villagers often called her "the Shanghainese." Back then, aside from being older than the actress, Aunt Zhou looked and dressed remarkably similar. Especially since no rural woman would ever perm her hair, Aunt Zhou went to the city to do so. Because I saw that calendar every day, I had a deep impression of that actress. I believe those older than me would remember her even more vividly, because when I was in junior high school, that actress played Su Daji. I think my infatuation with Aunt Zhou started with that calendar, though at that time I didn't understand anything, I just thought Aunt Zhou was prettier than other women.
I liked Aunt Zhou, not only because she was beautiful, prettier than the other women in the village, but also because she was always a kind and approachable elder in my heart. The first time I truly felt that Aunt Zhou was a woman was during my summer vacation after my first year of junior high school. A female factory worker was raped and murdered on her way home in the middle of the night. Back then, let alone a death, even the loss of a chicken or dog would be the talk of the town for months. Unlike now, where news of someone being murdered by someone with intermittent mental illness, someone accidentally falling to their death, or someone dying unjustly while petitioning, leaving you numb. The case was quickly solved: the perpetrator was an old bachelor who had been drinking that night and encountered the female worker on her way home from get off work. In a moment of impulse, he raped her. Afraid she would scream, he covered her mouth, accidentally blocking her nose as well. Although the old bachelor was arrested the next day, the incident still frightened many women.
Aunt Zhou worked two afternoon shifts every week, which happened to be the day after the incident. That evening, Uncle Zhou asked Zhou Hao to pick her up on his bicycle. I was watching a video at Uncle Zhou's house, and then went with Zhou Hao that night. I brought a flashlight I used for catching frogs that night to light the way. After picking up Aunt Zhou, I had Zhou Hao and Aunt Zhou ride in front, and I followed behind to light the way. That day, Aunt Zhou was wearing a floral dress made of polyester. In the daytime, it might not be noticeable, but under the flashlight, I could see her thighs and some traces of her underwear. At that time, I didn't have any other thoughts about Aunt Zhou, just some curiosity. But I knew that a woman's thighs shouldn't be looked at casually, so I pretended to bump along the road, occasionally shining the flashlight randomly onto Aunt Zhou's buttocks and thighs. When we arrived at Aunt Zhou's house, she got off and pushed the bicycle. I shone the light from behind and could see Aunt Zhou's round buttocks and her white thong. At that time, most women over thirty in the village still wore boxer shorts; only newlyweds wore such thongs. From that day on, Aunt Zhou was completely different in my mind. Before, I went to Aunt Zhou's house to play with Zhou Hao or watch TV and videos. But now, I go to Aunt Zhou's house to see what she looks like.
In the village, boys basically only wore boxer shorts in the summer, especially after showering at night. I was no exception, but Zhou Hao was different; he often wore a nice t-shirt and dress shorts, all bought for him by his aunt from Shanghai. Around that time, playing cards, especially "Eighty Points," became popular. Besides catching fish and shrimp during summer vacation, we had another activity. Every evening, I would go to Aunt Zhou's house to play "Eighty Points." The adult men usually played mahjong or polo, but Zhou Hao, a few other friends, and I would play "Eighty Points" at Zhou Hao's house because it had a ceiling fan, making it cool.
That day, I went to Aunt Zhou's house to wait for a game of cards. Uncle Zhou was going to play mahjong, and Aunt Zhou had some reservations about him going and didn't want him to go. Uncle Zhou smiled and said to Aunt Zhou, "You just stay home and call two guys to play cards. I'll come home after a short rest." After Uncle Zhou left, I played against Zhou Hao, and Aunt Zhou played against Er Ya from next door. Er Ya's father and my great-uncle were of the same generation; they were both fishermen who made a living from fishing in the river back then. Er Ya's younger sister was my older sister's classmate, so I called Er Ya "older sister." Er Ya had just gotten married and came back to stay with her parents. Her family lived next door to Aunt Zhou, and when she came to visit, she started playing cards with us.
Aunt Zhou had placed a smooth, PVC-coated door panel in the main room to cool off. Zhou Hao and I, being small, sat on the panel, while Aunt Zhou and Er Ya sat on either side. Both Aunt Zhou and Er Ya had showered. Aunt Zhou was wearing a loose undershirt without a bra, her breasts faintly visible, especially her nipples, which were round and prominently displayed against the fabric. Sitting on the panel, my line of sight was high, and I could see a bit of Aunt Zhou's cleavage. Although Aunt Zhou was ten years older than Er Ya, her breasts were more prominent than Er Ya's, who had just given birth. Because my older sister and Er Ya's younger sister were close, Er Ya had come to my house during the day to play and was breastfeeding her child. I had secretly looked at Er Ya's breasts; they were white and large, with bluish vein marks, completely different from Er Ya's darker complexion. Her nipples were also very swollen. Even so, Er Ya's breasts weren't as attractive as Aunt Zhou's.
No wonder the other women in the village, and even the married men, referred to Aunt Zhou behind her back as "that old lady." The more vicious ones called her a vixen; I know it's all because they were jealous of her. There are a few other women in the village with breasts as big as Aunt Zhou's, some even bigger, but they aren't as pretty, as well-proportioned, or as stylish. Their large breasts look like water-filled hot water bottles hanging on their chests—vulgar, unlike Aunt Zhou's, which makes you want to look.
While playing cards, I was secretly glancing at Aunt Zhou's breasts. Before I knew it, my penis was erect. I never expected it to become like this. I was a late bloomer; my penis hadn't started growing hair yet, and it wasn't very big when it swelled. But sitting on the door panel, close to the two women, Er Ya and Aunt Zhou noticed. I was only wearing boxer shorts, and Er Ya and Aunt Zhou, sitting with their legs bent by the door, could see my penis and testicles through my shorts. Married women dare to say anything, and Er Ya was no exception. Seeing my erection, Er Ya laughed, "Oh dear, Tiger's all grown up, good for pleasing your mother. Should your sister Er Ya introduce you to a girlfriend?" Aunt Zhou chuckled too. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into a hole. I kept making mistakes at cards, getting scolded by Er Ya and Aunt Zhou all night, even Zhou Hao called me stupid.
Aunt Zhou's room had a large window on the north side, directly facing my room, with curtains hanging above it. I often saw shadows moving in the window when I slept at night. Uncle Zhou's build was different from Aunt Zhou's, so I could tell whether the shadow on the curtains belonged to him or her. I was very curious about what Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou were doing. Later, I noticed that the curtains in Aunt Zhou's room didn't reach the ceiling, leaving a gap of about ten centimeters. I could see Aunt Zhou's room from my attic. That night, I secretly climbed up to the attic. I could see Aunt Zhou's room, but only a part of it. I could only see Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou leaning against the front window talking. They always had the lights off when they slept, so I couldn't see anything. I spied on them for many days, and once I saw Aunt Zhou changing clothes, but I only saw her back. It seemed like Aunt Zhou knew I was peeping and didn't want me to see her large breasts.
My grades were quite good; I was usually in the top ten of my grade in exams. I represented the school in county-level math and physics competitions and even won third prize. So, I was a good student back then, and I looked down on boys and girls dating. Aunt Zhou's niece, Wu Min, was a year older than me but in the same grade. She rarely visited Aunt Zhou's house before, and I had only seen her two or three times, and then a few more times after starting junior high. Aunt Zhou's niece inherited the good genes of Aunt Zhou's family and was a pretty girl, but in my eyes, she couldn't compare to Aunt Zhou. Moreover, in my eyes, Wu Min wasn't a good student because her grades were average, and she often hung out with the bad students at school. Her class was downstairs from mine. One time during recess, I was standing on the balcony looking down and saw Wu Min leaning on the balcony. A boy hugged Wu Min from behind, squeezing her chest hard with both hands. Wu Min screamed and turned around, but the boy ran away. When Wu Min saw me watching from upstairs, she blushed and told me not to tell anyone about the boy touching her breasts. At that moment, I thought, "I don't care about your messy affairs; you're nowhere near as good as Aunt Zhou."
I first truly saw Aunt Zhou's breasts when I was in the second year of junior high school. During the busy summer harvest, our homeroom teacher asked all of us to help her family harvest wheat. That afternoon, we had PE and labor classes, and the whole class went to our teacher's house to work. Her family didn't have much land, and the work was finished in no time. I went straight home from her house, passing by the textile factory where Aunt Zhou worked. Not long after the rape and murder of the female worker, Aunt Zhou was transferred to an office job, becoming what people now call a "white-collar worker." The textile factory was only a little over a kilometer from our school, so Zhou Hao didn't need to bring lunch to school; instead, he ate at Aunt Zhou's factory. A few times I didn't bring lunch and went to Aunt Zhou's factory with Zhou Hao to eat, so I knew which office Aunt Zhou's was in.
The textile factory's offices lined up against the wall, their doors facing southwest. Outside the offices was a secluded gravel path. The buildings were all quite old, with stone walls taller than a person at the base and red brick walls on top. For security, the windows were small, opening into the brick walls. I was cycling past the textile factory after leaving my homeroom teacher's house when I suddenly wanted to see what it was like for Aunt Zhou to work in her office. The stone wall was easy to climb, but not a good foothold. I climbed onto the window, gripping the sill tightly with both hands and peering inside. I saw that Aunt Zhou's office door was closed, and light streaming in from the skylight illuminated the desks and chairs inside. Aunt Zhou's desk was horizontally opposite the door; her chair was usually facing the desk, but when I saw her, her chair was facing the door. Aunt Zhou was leaning back in her chair, her lower body completely naked, her two snow-white thighs raised high, draped over the shoulders of a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was looking down, pressing hard against Aunt Zhou. I couldn't see what their thighs looked like, but I knew Aunt Zhou was having sex with that man. At that time, I didn't even know the word "sexual intercourse"; I only knew the villagers' vulgar language was "fuck your mother's cunt!"
Aunt Zhou's legs were being held up by a middle-aged man, her shirt was undone, and her bra was pulled up by him. His large, white breasts were being groped and deformed. I was stunned. My perfect Aunt Zhou was having an affair with another man. I had wanted to secretly watch Aunt Zhou go to work, but instead, I caught a glimpse of her naked breasts. I don't remember what the man said to Aunt Zhou, only her two large, white breasts and her two long, white, horn-like legs. The middle-aged man was biting Aunt Zhou's breasts and licking her legs. Aunt Zhou was holding onto the desk with one hand and gripping the man's shoulder with the other; the veins in her hand bulged from the force. On the way home, my mind was filled with images of Aunt Zhou's large, white breasts and her spread legs. I accidentally rode my bike into a ditch by the roadside and got a good scolding from my mother when I got home.
After that day, Aunt Zhou's naked image frequently appeared in my dreams. The idea that women appearing in a man's dreams are mostly related to sex is quite true. My first nocturnal emission was a dream where I was having sex with Aunt Zhou. The feeling was peculiar; I couldn't see what Aunt Zhou's genitals looked like, but her breasts were incredibly real in my dream—large and round, like inflated balloons slightly parted, with brown nipples erect on her white breasts. I rubbed Aunt Zhou's breasts like that middle-aged man, and then I woke up to find my pants cold and wet. This naive infatuation with Aunt Zhou continued for over two years.
I had a severe imbalance in my academic performance. Back then, I only heard the saying, "Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll be able to go anywhere in the world without fear," so I didn't pay much attention to Chinese and English. Only now do I realize how important Chinese is. It's like in ancient times, those who risked their lives in battle were military generals, while those who could kill silently with a few words in the court were scholars. During my middle school entrance exam, I didn't understand the last math question and missed getting into the county's top high school by a few points. At that time, I didn't understand the national education system. The teacher said that going to a vocational school would allow me to become a government employee sooner and start earning money earlier, so I went to a vocational school because my family wasn't well-off. My sister was lucky; she didn't get into vocational school but went to a regular high school and eventually got into a junior college. Now, my sister and brother-in-law own two houses in a certain near-first-tier city that's been hyped up by the real estate market, making them middle class, while I'm still working in a factory. Of course, there's also the issue of emotional intelligence. I inherited my father's reserved and honest personality, while my sister is like my mother, good at dealing with people.
I was the second person in our village to receive government-funded employment. Back then, it cost at least 8,000 yuan to change from a rural household registration to an urban household registration. In the early 1990s, that was a large sum of money, so everyone in the village envied me. Now I realize that this government-funded household registration is worthless, not even as good as a village household registration.
Going to school in another city broadened my horizons. The things teenage boys talked about in the dorms were varied and chaotic, but women's topics always occupied a significant portion. The sentence I remember most vividly was said by the person in the bunk opposite me: "Whether a woman is beautiful or not, look at her thighs; whether she's sexy or not, look at her waistband." Aunt Zhou was definitely beautiful, but I often wondered if she could be considered a sexy woman. Besides that, I frequently read semi-erotic novels, fantasizing that I was the male protagonist and Aunt Zhou was the female protagonist. Aunt Zhou often appeared in my dreams at night.

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