Spying when I was 10 years old

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That night when I was ten, I spied on my parents making love. The whole scene was lewd and exciting,
yet warm and harmonious.

Because I hadn't been prepared or nurtured, I witnessed the most private and
sensitive scene between a man and a woman up close. From that night on, I understood the union between men and women,
the source of male excitement. I began to understand that the happiness and excitement of a teenage boy, and indeed a man's entire life, largely stemmed from
the female body, from the thrill of secretly watching and engaging in sexual activity.

The excitement also came from the act of spying on and possessing those around me, even my own family,
my own mother. Seeing a lewd and uninhibited side beneath their usually conservative and closed exterior was the most stimulating
thing to my core.

I began to pay attention to the daily lives of the women around me, observing their every move. The
early brought me both excitement and discomfort during that period of my life—a beautiful time,
an unforgettable memory.

During the same period of adolescence, there were also two sons of our neighbor, Teacher Zhang, Awen and Awei. Awen was three years older than me,
a first-year junior high school student in the county town, and a day student who came home every day. Awei was the same age as me, usually living at his grandmother's house and occasionally coming back
on weekends . There was also Uncle Liu's 16-year-old daughter, Xiaojuan, a first-year high school student in the county town, also a day student.

Uncle Liu worked in the county party committee's organization department; his position wasn't high, and he was rather unattractive. Uncle Liu's mother also worked in the county party committee
's canteen ; she was quite tall and robust, even more so than Uncle Liu, with rather
attractive features. She was quite talkative, always chattering, and we all called her "Auntie Yan." Xiaojuan's features resembled her mother's; she was
160 cm tall but rather thin, a well-behaved girl. Teacher Zhang and his mother were both teachers. Teacher Zhang
was refined and taught history, and his mother was also a teacher, tall and slender, with severe nearsightedness, always wearing thick
glasses. Their family was relatively quiet and didn't talk much.

So, in the entire courtyard, besides three men—Teacher Zhang, Uncle Liu, and my father; three women—
Aunt Yan, Aunt Zhang, and my mother; a youthful and obedient girl; and two teenage boys.

Each of the three mature women had her own unique charm and was quite attractive. Of course, the most beautiful and sexy was unanimously considered
to be my mother. Ever since witnessing her making love, I've developed a strange possessiveness towards her.
Even when Teacher Zhang and Uncle Liu spoke to her, I felt they might have ulterior motives.

The communal toilet/bathroom in the courtyard was in a corner. At that time, people generally used chamber pots at home to urinate,
then took them to the drain outside to empty them. So, the toilet was usually only used for defecation and bathing. Of course, because
there were many people and sometimes there were queues, people sometimes defecated at home and bathed in large basins. However, since everyone's children were older
, everyone was careful and only locked the door when the children weren't home to do these things.

The rudimentary communal toilet was really just a makeshift wooden shack built over a ditch
connected to the outside sewer. Two tiled footstools were placed over the ditch for squatting, where people would defecate. Inside was
a water tank and a float; after use, the waste was flushed away. Behind the wooden door, a few nails provided
a place to hang clothes and towels. Next to the water tank was a spot for a bucket; in those days, people boiled their own water, adjusted it to the right temperature with well water
, and then carried it to the toilet for bathing. The bathroom had an electric light, not very bright, but enough
to see everything inside. The wooden shack wasn't completely sealed, so it was quite bright during the day.

In those days, almost every courtyard was similar. Life was simple and joyful; material conditions
were poor , but the spirit was high.

Behind the communal toilet, against the wall, were piles of miscellaneous items, some covered with tarpaulins. Few people usually paid attention
to these piles. But this was where I spied on the women in the courtyard, where I
learned their privacy.

What angered and confused me most was that some people, like me, were also spying on women, and even bolder and more
resourceful . Perhaps all teenage boys are the same, filled with curiosity and longing for women.

Most boys have a mother complex, so mature women are very alluring to teenage boys;
they are voluptuous, charming, and tender.

That day was a weekend noon, the weather was quite hot, the sun was strong, but a cool breeze was blowing, which was quite comfortable.
I was dozing off when my mother got up from her bed. I woke up, and she took a wad of paper from the table and went out
.

I couldn't sleep anymore, and suddenly remembered there was a writing mat in the pile of junk that I could use, so I
got to get it.

Suddenly, I froze. I saw my neighbor, Teacher Zhang's eldest son, Awen, half-lying on
the junk storage floor of the communal toilet shed. No one usually paid attention to that spot, and everyone was taking a nap at noon.
What ?

My heart suddenly tightened. Wait a minute, my beautiful mother took the toilet paper out—wasn't she going to the wooden shed to poop
? And this kid was watching her doze off! A sudden wave of unease washed over me. My possessiveness towards my mother
absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to peek at her, especially not at her most private and embarrassing activity—pooping. I had an
urge to go over and beat him up, even though I knew I couldn't beat him. Awen was three years older than me and much taller.
I wasn't very tall as a child; I only grew up quickly.

But at the same time, I felt a strange excitement. It felt thrilling to see my mother being spied on
, as if my mother could seduce someone and bring them to a state of extreme excitement, which gave me a sense of satisfaction. It was a
strange, contradictory feeling, yet incredibly exciting. I didn't even want to disturb Awen. I
hid behind a pillar, watching him spy on my mother as she pooped.

My mother, so beautiful and sexy, was displaying her genitals and anus so openly to a teenage
boy. Her genitals were wet from urination, and her anus contracted from defecation.

I felt Ah-Wen was incredibly lucky. His mother was the object of his sexual fantasies; seeing the most
private actions of the woman he admired was such a blissful thing.

Ah-Wen was wearing a tank top and shorts, and I could see he had already pulled his penis out of his pants, masturbating as he watched. He
was probably too excited; I could even feel his face turning red. Due to excessive excitement, he was shivering from time to time.
Suddenly, his hand on his penis quickened. His mother must have seen something exciting in the wooden house.
As he continued to masturbate rapidly, I saw him suddenly stop moving, his whole body seemed to go limp, and his buttocks twitched.
A few thrusts, probably a strong ejaculation.

Mom hadn't finished and came out yet, and this kid had already reached his climax. I saw this kid peeping at his mother, and he
was actually excited too, his erection causing him discomfort.

I wondered what kind of scene Mom must have created to excite him so much, and I developed a
strong .

Awen got up from underground, tiptoed through the courtyard, and went out. I could see the satisfaction on his face;
he must have gone to play video games in the street.

Mom came out, drew water from the well, and washed her hands. I suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Mom is so beautiful,
and this kid had seen her completely. It felt like something I cherished had been taken advantage of; it hurt me deeply.

After Mom went back inside, I went to the spot where Awen had been spying. It was a relatively hidden place, hard to spot from the
yard . There was a small hole dug in a plank of wood under the wooden hut, not very high off the ground.
This side was used for storing odds and ends, making it dark and invisible from inside the hut. The other side of the hut wasn't completely
sealed , allowing light to stream in, making the entire hut bright. The hole was directly opposite the ditch, and I could clearly
see the floor tiles on either side. Good heavens, this was where Mom had been squatting,
exposing her genitals to the hole with maximum clarity.

Next to it was a sticky puddle of semen—Awen's ejaculation, still wet. It was disgusting.

This was truly a perfect spying spot. I admired Awen's discovery, even felt a little grateful to him.
He had found such a place that brought happiness to men—a place where, in an era without the internet and with restricted thinking, one
could appreciate the most private parts of a woman who was usually conservative. This was a personal experience that modern people could never enjoy.

As I was lost in thought, the door to the wooden house opened. I held my breath; someone must have come to defecate.
I trembled with excitement and nervousness. Although seeing my mother having sex excited me,
it was a different feeling altogether. I started praying that Awen wouldn't come back and that no one else would come to the clutter pile.

I opened my eyes wide and looked inside. I saw a pair of red rubber slippers with slender, white toes. Two
snow-white, plump thighs were displayed before me. At the base of the thighs was the vulva, surrounded by a ring of not-too-dense hair.
Because the woman was squatting like that, her thighs were spread out as much as possible, and the vulva was clearly in front of me. The labia minora
protruded outwards, and from this angle, I could see the vaginal opening slightly parted. The labia minora were a bit dark, while
the flesh slightly visible at the vaginal opening was pink and moist. This was different from the vulva I usually saw my mother having sex. My mother
's vulva was always filled with a large penis, and the labia minora were squeezed and deformed. But
what I saw here was complete and natural.

A powerful stream of urine gushed from between her labia minora, and I felt as if I were splashed by it.
The flow continued, indicating the woman had been holding it in for quite some time.

As the flow weakened and eventually disappeared, her entire vulva was soaked with urine, droplets clinging to her labia majora and minora, with a
few trickles even reaching her anus. The whole scene was incredibly lewd .

This was the first time I had ever seen a woman urinate, so close, so directly, so clearly.

I was stunned by the sight before me. This scene ruthlessly stimulated a boy experiencing his first stirrings of love,
causing him immense excitement and tension. My penis was rock hard, at its limit. I began to masturbate with my hand, which felt
incredibly good, yet also uncomfortable.

The woman began to moan softly, and her anus suddenly bulged downwards. A large, dark green discharge
slowly dripped down from her anus, about ten centimeters long. Suddenly, the woman's anus contracted, breaking the discharge, but
the fragmented part remained, jagged and unsightly. With the woman's moans, this
action and scene repeated several times. The woman wiggled her buttocks, as if she had finished defecating.

When the woman started moaning, I heard what sounded like Yan Gu's voice, but I couldn't be completely sure of the moan.
Several women had bought the same red slippers at the same shopping mall.

I felt that this woman was so arousing, so brazenly urinating and defecating in front of me. I
could even smell the odor of her feces, which, although a bit smelly, was absolutely stimulating; I even liked the smell.
I was extremely aroused. I imagined Ru Yan Gu, a
woman who , a woman who was usually very kind to me, a woman who dressed conservatively, stimulating me so unreservedly.
While she was defecating, I suddenly shivered, my penis trembled from the glove, and I ejaculated. It
felt incredibly good, but I also felt a little disappointed.

I was a little tired, but I continued to look inside. She was holding a piece of paper in one hand, wiping the water droplets and
flow from her genitals. Then another piece of paper was used to wipe her anus, which still had some undigested feces on it. After wiping with five
pieces of paper , her anus was clean, and the woman stood up and flushed the toilet.

I slowly got up and went to the well in the yard to wait for the woman who had excited me to the point of ejaculation. Was this
woman, performing a lewd act in front of me, Ru Yan Gu?

The woman came out, fetched water to wash her hands, and as expected, it was the voluptuous and tall Ru Yan Gu. She
smiled , but my mind was filled with the image of her labia minora open as she urinated, her anus protruding as she defecated.

[The End]

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