I recall an incident from my childhood; my mother was possibly sexually assaulted by my uncle after drinking.

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I've always believed in the saying, "Don't assume a child doesn't understand anything just because they're young." Sometimes,
the little things in our memories leave an unforgettable mark on our minds, even if we don't know
what that mark is at the time, we'll eventually find the answer later.

Let me tell you about my family. I'm a junior in college this year, and my hometown is a county-level city under Suzhou. My parents
are an engineer and a middle school teacher, respectively. They met when they were young, were each other's first love, married young
, and had me young too. They're still very much in love, so in other people's eyes, they've always been a perfect couple.

My mother has always been beautiful, both when she was young and now, with a great temperament and outstanding figure. She's always been meticulous about
skincare, so her skin has always been fair and smooth. My mother has always been very popular, but because
my father "reserved" her early on, no one else had a chance.

My father also has an older brother, my uncle, but this uncle is far less attractive than my father
.

My uncle is 11 years older than my dad. He's my grandmother's son with her ex-husband, so because they don't share the same father, his
appearance and personality are completely different from my dad's. My uncle is quite burly and stocky, with broad shoulders and a dark
complexion, unlike my dad who is refined and elegant. Because he experienced the Cultural Revolution when he was young, he didn't receive much
education and spent his life in the underworld.

For a while, my uncle was in dire straits; his wife divorced him, his house was mortgaged, and he was in debt.
At his advanced age, he was penniless and could only work at a friend's factory.

I didn't understand much about it, but one time I happened to walk past my mother while she was talking to her. I noticed that
because she was bending over mopping the floor, the neckline of her loose-fitting pajamas was drooping. My mother
often doesn't wear a bra at home, so from that angle, her large, white breasts were clearly
visible. I'm sure my uncle noticed this too, so every time my mom bent over doing housework,
he would peek at her exposed breasts. But my mom was naturally naive and unguarded
, so she never noticed.

Another time, I remember my mom watching TV on the sofa one night, and then falling asleep. She
was wearing a short nightgown, so as she lay half-reclined, the hem rolled up, revealing her long white legs, half her buttocks, and
her underwear.

My dad was still working late, and I saw my uncle walk past the living room and deliberately sit
next to my mom, ostensibly to check if she was asleep, but actually craning his neck to stare at her exposed thighs,
buttocks, and underwear. He only stopped staring when he realized I was there too.

Then, near summer vacation when I was in second grade, something happened that I can never forget. For
years, I've hoped it was just a dream, but those vivid images are etched
deep in my mind.

That time, my whole family, along with my uncle, took a bus to Changshu to visit a relative who had returned from overseas.
Several other relatives and friends from our family also went.

This relative was not only very close to my father, but his wife was also a good friend of my mother's, so it was like
"double the kinship." Having not seen each other for many years and being such close friends and relatives, everyone drank a lot that day. My
mother, who has a low alcohol tolerance, got completely drunk in the middle of the day and blacked out entirely. My father felt quite embarrassed
, so he asked my uncle to take a taxi to send my mother home first, and he also asked me to go home with him.

Before getting in the car, my mother was still somewhat conscious, just babbling incoherently, but after getting in, she completely blacked out.

I was sitting in the front, and I secretly peeked over to see that my mother had completely collapsed onto my uncle. My uncle didn't help
her up, but instead gently embraced his beautiful sister-in-law, who was completely slumped against him, pretending to be concerned and asking, "Are you
alright? How did you get so drunk?"

Later, I noticed another detail: taking advantage of my mother's alluring position, my uncle's
rough hand slowly slipped under her skirt from behind, touching her buttocks and thighs.

I was young then and didn't understand many things; I even fell asleep for a while. Then I realized my uncle's
hand had gone even deeper, completely disappearing between my mother's legs and deep inside her skirt. My mother, meanwhile, was
fast asleep, her head resting on my uncle's large belly.

Before we got home, my father called my uncle. He seemed a little impatient when he answered
, because my father said he had contacted our downstairs neighbor, Aunt Yun, who would help take care of my mother.

Aunt Yun was the head nurse at a local hospital and lived downstairs; we had a good relationship.
After we got out of the car, my uncle carried my mother up to the third floor, and then, as my father had instructed, knocked on Aunt Yun's door. Aunt Yun
then came up to the fourth floor (our home) with us.

After entering the room, Aunt Yun had my uncle carry my mother into the bedroom, take off her shoes, and put her on the bed. She then asked me to fetch
a basin of water and a damp towel,

and then ushered my uncle and me out of the bedroom. Aunt Yun, being a head nurse, soon opened the door. She said she had wiped my mother's face and
body, changed her into a nightgown, and that she was now sleeping soundly. She then told us to be careful
, as my mother might vomit or need water later, and gave us a bottle of medicine to give her when she woke up
. We thanked Aunt Yun, and she went home.

The matter should have ended there, but my uncle said he was worried and wanted to go into the room to check on my mother,
so I went in with him.

In the room, Mom lay on the bed wearing a light, silver-white slip dress. It was obvious
she wasn't wearing a bra underneath; her breasts naturally clung to the silk fabric of the dress, rising high. Because
Aunt Yun had just wiped her body, the damp skin made the light-colored dress even more transparent, even revealing glimpses of her pink nipples and areolas
. Mom was covered with an air-conditioning blanket, her delicate feet peeking out.
Aunt Yun had turned on the air conditioner, setting the temperature to a comfortable coolness.

At this moment, Uncle muttered to himself that with the air conditioner on, he should cover himself up a bit, lest he catch a cold. So he
pulled the blanket up a little… and casually stroked Mom's breasts…

He probably thought I, a little brat, wouldn't understand, but although I was young and naive at the time,
I remember that action very clearly.

My uncle led me to the living room, and then he told me to go take a nap, saying that my mother might
vomit later and he would check on her, so I shouldn't worry.

Although I went to my room, his actions of taking the opportunity to touch my mother's breasts made it impossible for me to "rest assured"
and fall asleep.

Sure enough, not long after, I heard my uncle tiptoe out of his room. At that moment, I quietly opened
my door, leaving a crack, and saw my uncle, shirtless and wearing only shorts, revealing his dark, fleshy body, furrowing his brow,
furrowing his brow as he furtively opened my mother's bedroom door, went in, and closed the door. Just then, I heard
my uncle lock the door from the inside.

At this moment, a huge cloud of suspicion began to hang over my mind. I couldn't find any
reason why my uncle would enter my mother's room at this time and lock the door. Moreover, after he went in, he didn't come out for a long time.

At my age, my thinking was still quite limited, so after my initial doubts, I tried to comfort myself,
thinking that there were many things adults did that I might not understand, and perhaps my uncle just wanted to keep an eye on my mother, afraid she might vomit or something
bad might happen.

However, as time passed, my worries grew stronger. A strong sense of curiosity
drove me to see for myself, and the only way to
find out what was happening in my mother's room was to peek through the French windows overlooking the balcony.

The balcony outside my mother's room was connected to the living room, so I
sneaked over from the living room balcony to my mother's room. There were two curtains on my mother's room window, one thick and
one semi-transparent. The thick curtain wasn't fully closed, so I could have
seen clearly through the semi-transparent curtain. However, it was very bright outside, and the lights in my mother's room were off, so even after trying to peek,
I could only vaguely see some shadows.

I vaguely saw two figures intertwined on the bed in the room. The burly one was definitely my uncle. My mother's
body was covered in white, and it seemed her nightgown had been lifted above her chest, so she was almost naked
.

My uncle would sometimes bury his head in my mother's chest, seemingly
suckling at her breasts like a nursing infant. Then, it seemed his head was between my mother's long, white legs,
with one of her legs draped over his back. Later, I saw their figures overlap again, and I could vaguely see my uncle
groping and writhing on my mother's body, busy and enjoying himself, but I couldn't make out the specific movements.

I squatted on the balcony for a long time, my heart pounding, my whole body drenched in sweat. Eventually,
I couldn't stand the heat anymore and quietly went back to my room. Once inside, my mind went blank, my heart pounding for a long time
, and I didn't even know if what I saw was a dream or reality.

I lay on the bed, completely dazed, for a long time before I heard the sound of my mother's door opening.
My uncle had already come out of my mother's room, and I heard him go straight into the bathroom in the living room to take a shower.

While he was showering, I went into my mother's room again, this time openly. I saw
that the sheets on my mother's bed were very messy, and my mother was still sleeping in her nightgown. In the dim light, I couldn't see her
face or skin color. There was a smell of my uncle in the room, but he had opened the French window a crack,
so the smell would probably dissipate soon.

I've forgotten what happened after that, but I vaguely remember that my uncle had been in my mother's room for at least
an hour and a half. An hour and a half is enough time for my uncle to molest every inch of my mother's body, and
he might even have penetrated her body to satisfy his lust. In short, anything could have happened.

But that night, when my father came home and my mother woke up, no one noticed anything. My mother took a
shower and ate a late-night snack, and my father thanked my uncle and Aunt Yun downstairs. After that, everyone continued to be harmonious and
happy, as if nothing had happened.

But for a long time after that, I didn't speak to my uncle again, and I could no longer bear to look at him
laughing and joking with my mother at home. Fortunately, he moved out a few months later.

Later, riding the wave of the real estate boom, he became a construction foreman, and his life took a dramatic turn for the better, becoming
the highest-earning person in our family. He later repaid the money my parents had lent him, and even gave my mother several expensive
pieces of jewelry and bags, saying it was interest.

At 48, my uncle married a beautiful divorced woman in her thirties,
and he was constantly seeing other women. He also visited our family frequently, always bringing large bags of gifts.

My mother still says to this day that my uncle is a grateful person. However, only I know what kind of "gratitude" he was grateful for
.

And every time I see my uncle's bloated body, I'm reminded of that day more than a decade ago, when I see
again his thick body straddling my naked young mother, him eagerly sucking on her
snow-white, round nipples…

[The End]

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