Erotic Facts: Family History (My Mother - Third Aunt - Fourth Aunt - Auntie)

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I. My Mother

1. The Village Doctor Next Door

Thinking back, I realized that touching my penis as a child was probably an unintentional hobby of the pleasure derived from playing with it. But
this incident truly impacted my psychology, giving my sexual fantasies real
meaning— incident. Before this, my sexual fantasies were about finding women and having sex, but in reality,
I didn't even know how or where to have sex, and I was even puzzled by my own erections.

It was summer. My father was watching the melons in the fields, my mother had gone to bed early, but I
had stayed up late because I was secretly reading a novel in bed. It was around ten o'clock, I judged the time by the clock in my mother's room. I heard
someone urinating into a chamber pot in the yard.

Anyone who has lived in the countryside knows that farmers often put a chamber pot outside the toilet door. At night, without
lights, they can urinate directly into the chamber pot to avoid accidentally falling into the toilet pit.

I was puzzled; I didn't hear my mother get out of bed. So I looked out the window. The moonlight
was dim, and I saw a blurry shadow. It was clearly a man, because the figure was urinating standing up,
naked, with his left hand outstretched, presumably holding his penis, and his right hand holding a crumpled piece of clothing.

After urinating, the man went up to the flat-roofed house to the east of mine, climbed over the wall, and entered the house on the east side. I was very puzzled
. Who was this? Why would he climb over the wall to urinate in my house at night? I quickly went out the window, climbed up
the flat-roofed house to the east, and looked at my neighbor from the top of the wall. I realized then that the man was my neighbor's son, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, a village
doctor.

I climbed down from the flat-roofed house, and as I passed my mother's window, I smelled a pungent medicinal odor. Later,
when I realized it was the smell of ether. Now, you should understand what happened, right? Yes,
you guessed right, but at the time, I didn't know!

I peered through the window at my mother's bed. She was lying on her back, limbs spread, and looking at the
dark , I suddenly felt a surge of desire. I climbed through the window to check on her; she was still
snoring. I reached down and touched between her legs; my hand felt sticky. I suddenly felt like I had done
something wrong and quickly left.

From then on, my sexual fantasies primarily revolved around my mother. As my experience grew,
other women in my family also appeared.

2. My classmate rubbing my back.

My mother let my classmate take advantage of her, and this has always bothered me. However, what
bothers isn't that he took advantage of my mother, but rather that I don't know the extent to which he did so.

I can't remember exactly when I was, but I got first place in the midterm exam that year, and I became quite proud.
For a while after that, whenever school was over, I'd gather a few classmates to play poker. Because there were so many of us, anyone wanting to join
had to pass a "test"—basically, ask them about the rules.

That day, a classmate named Rong wanted to play with us, but he didn't pass the "test." However,
he was very ambitious and wanted to watch us play and learn, so the seven of us went to my house.

After losing several hands in a row, I finally got a good hand. Although I had three extra cards, I was still playing poorly, and I was about to be the last
one standing. Just then, I heard my mom calling me from the south room.
She had gone to work in the fields and didn't know when she would be back.

I was about to finish my hand, and I didn't want anyone else to play for me. I had finally gotten this opportunity.
Less than a minute later, my mom called me again. Without thinking, I said to Rong, who was standing nearby, "My mom seems to be in
the south room. Go see what's wrong."

The card game was very intense, and by the time I finished playing, ten minutes had passed. I remembered my mom calling me,
so I went to find her. I also needed to pee, so I took a quick pee.

Just as I got to the yard, I ran into Rong coming out of the south room. I asked him, "Where's my mom?" Rong said, "In
the bathroom." I said, "Oh, I'm going to pee. You go inside and help me find the tiles!" Then I headed towards the toilet
.

To get to the toilet, I had to pass the bathroom. The bathroom door was open, and I glanced inside as I passed. My mom
was wearing yellow underwear, the kind she sewed herself from cloth, and she was shirtless, holding a shirt in both hands, about to
pull it over her head.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.

"It's okay," my mom said. "I was thinking of having you rub my back, but Xiao Rong did it for me."

"Oh!"

"If you feel uncomfortable rubbing your dad's and my backs, and they're not clean enough, Xiao Rong's rubbing is both
comfortable and clean."

"Oh! It's okay, I'm going to pee now."

This didn't seem like a big deal at the time, but as I matured, it became a thorn in my side. Just
like I said at the beginning, to what extent did he go?

I no longer have the chance to ask Xiao Rong, because he died in a car accident during his sophomore year.

3. My Deskmate

I think I was ten years old that year. My classmate was three years older than me. Because of family reasons, we were in
the same class and deskmates. He was also a distant relative of mine, so I had to call him "brother" by seniority.

He was tall and strong, and he always protected me when we fought. Moreover, the young man was quite handsome
. More importantly, this guy was very cunning and sly. He was a rascal who didn't do anything right, didn't
study properly, and always copied my homework. He grew up and joined the army, now driving for a regimental commander.

We're not from the same village. Because my father farms seafood, we have a lot of seafood at home, while his family
is very poor , so he often comes to my house to play on weekends. Hehe, there must be some advantages to him.

That weekend, he came to my house. I forget if it was spring or autumn, probably late autumn! That day
we went to play on the mountain east of the village, and got into a fight with some people on the other side of the mountain. When we got home, we were covered in dirt. My
mother boiled a pot of water, poured it into a large basin, mixed the water, and had us both strip naked to wash us.
I remember one detail: while we were washing, his penis got hard, and my mother flicked it,
saying, "Oh! It's hard now, you're a little adult now, even growing pubic hair!"

Because my father was at the sea and not home, the three of us slept on a single kang (heated brick bed) that night.
There was a blanket covering us. My father hadn't been home for about two months. Usually, when he was home,
he slept on the far west side of the kang (heated brick bed), then my mother, and then me. If my classmate came over
, he would sleep outside me.

That day, because we had been playing around on the mountain, and he, surnamed Chen, had a bit of a cold, my mother let him sleep
on the kang. So, we each slept on one side.

Because of something that happened when I was little, for several years now, I've gotten into the habit of touching one of my mother's breasts while sleeping. When
we went to sleep , Chen and I were both naked. My mother was wearing a pair of homemade shorts, but her upper body was bare.
Rural women don't usually wear bras, and since we were just kids, we didn't care.

After my mother lay down, she leaned against the pillow and read a book, and I reached out and touched her breast again. Just
as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a "smack," which woke me up. I looked up and saw that Chen had also touched my mother's breast,
and my mother had slapped him lightly.

My mom said to me, "Yang, look at you, you're so old and you're still touching your mother's breasts. You're corrupting your brother too.
Ask your brother if he still touches his mother's breasts at home."

Chen said, "He hasn't touched them for several years, but he still wants to."

I said, "See? He's older than me and he still wants to touch them. I want to touch them too!"

My mom asked me, "His mother isn't here. If he wants to touch your mother's breasts, are you okay with it?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Just this once, one for each of us."

My mom said to me, "You'll only touch them this once, it's the last time. You're so old and you're still touching your mother's
breasts , people will laugh at you!" Then she said to Chen, "I see you have a bit of a fever, so I'll let you touch them this once, but
you're not allowed to touch them again!"

My mom continued reading her book, and we each took one breast. I watched him touch them quite skillfully, rubbing, kneading, and pinching
. Maybe it really had been a long time since he had touched his mother's breasts, and he wanted to play with them! I didn't do that with him, I just put
my hands on them and went to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard my mom cry out, "Ah!" She said, "Don't pinch my nipples so hard, it
hurts a little." I mumbled sleepily, "Stop touching them, go to sleep, we'll continue fighting those guys tomorrow." Chen responded
, and then we fell asleep.

Then, I heard Chen say something very softly, but I didn't hear it clearly. However, I felt my mom turn her
body towards him. Thinking back, my mom had turned to face him, letting him play with
both . As for me, I fell asleep. Although I fell asleep again, I kept feeling noises and couldn't sleep
soundly.

After some time, I felt cold and reached for the blanket, but couldn't find it. I opened my eyes and sat
up to look for it. By the moonlight, I saw my mom seemed to be sitting, breathing heavily, and Chen was probably lying down, also
breathing heavily. I saw Chen lying face up in the spot where my mom was, or rather, between the two of them.

Because our windows are glass, the moonlight was shining directly onto my mom's buttocks. She
was sitting right where Chen's penis was, and it was dark there, so I couldn't see clearly.

I said, "What are you doing?" My mom probably didn't expect me to wake up, and after a pause, she said,
"Your...your brother has a high fever, so I helped him move around a bit to sweat it out. We just finished, and
it's really tiring; I'm all sweaty now too." I said, "Oh!" In our hometown, we sweat it out when we have a fever.

My mom added, "Don't tell anyone that I know acupressure for healing; it's very tiring,
it'll wear me out." I said, "Okay." My mom reached out and touched Chen's forehead again, saying, "Hmm,
it really works; the fever has gone down a lot."

I said, "I'll kick off the blanket; it's freezing." They pulled the blanket under their feet, and my mom turned
to get it. As she turned, her buttocks lifted up, and I could clearly see that Chen's penis either came out of
my mom's body or slid out from behind her.

Although I was ten years old at the time and knew the word "fuck," I had no idea what "fuck" meant.
I didn't realize they were having sex; I didn't know if my classmate was having sex with my mother or my mother was having sex with my classmate.

4. Third Uncle

At that time, I was still in a stage of sexual ignorance, but one accidental encounter taught me what sex was. My first teachers
were my mother and my father's older brother, Third Uncle.

It was a summer evening. My father had gone to the fields to watch the melons, and Third Uncle came to our house to deliver some things. After putting down the things,
he chatted with my mother. Around 8:30, I dozed off, and my mother told me to go to sleep, but she and Third Uncle were
still engrossed in their conversation, so they continued talking.

I slept in the west room, and my mother slept in the east room, with another room between us. After lying down, I didn't go to
sleep immediately. Instead, I turned off the light, turned on the flashlight, took out a novel—I remember it was "The Legend of the Great Tang Knights"—and
secretly read it.

After reading for a while, I really did doze off. I turned off the flashlight, yawned, and prepared to go to sleep. I could still hear sounds coming from my mother's
side ; they were really chatting. But then I listened again, and something was wrong. It wasn't talking; it was just my mother's own
voice: "Ah...ah..." After listening for a while, all I could hear besides my mother's "ah"s were
her saying "gently," "faster," and "harder." I felt very strange, so I quietly got up and went to take a look.

The door to my mother's room was closed, but it had been there for many years and couldn't be closed tightly, leaving a gap about one centimeter wide
. I peeked through the gap.

My mother was standing on the floor, her upper body leaning over the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her hands supporting her on the kang, her legs spread apart. She was originally wearing
two layers of clothing on her upper body: a t-shirt and a short-sleeved shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra; rural women didn't wear bras.
Now, she was only wearing the shirt underneath, which was rolled up above her breasts. She was wearing trousers and
underwear on her lower body, which had now fallen down to her knees. Then I saw my third uncle standing behind my mother, his trousers down to his heels. He
held my mother's waist with both hands, his penis thrusting in and out between her buttocks.

Suddenly, Third Uncle probably used too much force, and pulled his penis out abruptly. My mother turned her head and said, "Quick,
give it to me, I want it..." Third Uncle stopped, reached out and grabbed my mother's breasts, swirling them around a few times. Then he stood up, using two fingers
of his left hand to separate the opening between my mother's buttocks, and with his right hand, he aimed his penis at the opening and thrust it in.

My mother screamed "Ah!" and then seemed to bite down on the pillowcase, making "woo-woo" sounds. Third Uncle
also made the "ha-ha" sound that only came out when he exerted force. His penis thrust in very, very quickly, and then...
He yelled, "Fuck! Fuck!" and hugged my mother tightly, his body trembling a few times. Then he collapsed
onto , and my mother, completely limp, lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

After a few minutes, Third Uncle straightened up, his penis sliding out from between my mother's buttocks, now
limp and even wetter. My mother handed Third Uncle a piece of toilet paper, then folded one and tucked it between
her legs. She straightened her clothes and turned to wipe Third Uncle.

After drying him, the two of them went outside together, and I hurriedly ran back to my room. Our front door was
on the west side, right outside my window. Just as my mother was about to open the door, Third Uncle suddenly grabbed her, lifted her
shirt up to her breasts, and began biting, nibbling, grabbing, and groping them for a while before leaving.

The next day, my mother dried a tub of water, preparing to bathe at noon. My mom and I stripped naked. First,
we each rubbed ourselves to remove dirt, then my mom helped me wash. When she washed my penis, it somehow got hard.

Then, my mom asked me to scrub her back. Because I couldn't reach, she held onto the edge of the tub, sticking her butt out, in
the same position as when my third uncle had sex with her last night. When I stood behind her, my penis suddenly touched her
butt, and I immediately remembered my third uncle's actions last night. I looked down and saw there really was a slit there. I don't know where
the impulse came from, but I suddenly thrust forward, and my penis went in.

My mom was startled and turned around to ask me what I was doing, threatening to hit me. I said, "I want to go in and play, I want to fuck
." My mom said, "You... this is only for adults. Mom can only play with your dad." I said, "You're
lying. I saw you playing with my third uncle last night." My mom asked, "You saw it yesterday?" I said,
"Yes." My mom said, "Okay, I'll play with you, but you have to keep it a secret, you can't tell anyone!" I
agreed.

My mom said, "We can't play in the yard, it'll be bad if others hear us. Let's go inside." So
we went inside.

My mom sat down on the single sofa, her vulva right outside the sofa, her legs on the armrests
, and said to me, "Your is small, so this way it can fit, and it'll feel good for Mommy too." I
knelt down , and she put my hands on her breasts, then made my penis hard again, and
I thrust it in and started fucking her. But at the time, I didn't find it very enjoyable, and I stopped after a while.

5. My Neighbor Ming

This Ming was a very important figure in my experiences before high school. He took advantage of my mom, my
third aunt , and my fourth aunt, probably many times. And I almost lost my life at his hands.

Ming was the first college student in our village, and you can imagine the villagers' jealousy, envy, hatred, and
admiration for him. My mom was the same, saying I should take him as a role model.

That year I had just started junior high school, and during the holidays, I was learning the manual calculation of square roots. Everyone knows that calculating by hand
is quite troublesome; commonly used numbers like 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 36, etc., are usually
memorized by .

That noon, my mom, my fourth aunt, Ming, Ming's parents, and I were outside enjoying the cool air. I was looking at
the section on square roots in math, and Ming was pretending to calculate it himself, acting all mysterious. Later, after the teacher explained it, I realized
he had actually memorized it all along; he was just drawing lines on the ground with a small twig, pretending to calculate it himself.

We all looked at him with immense admiration, even though I
hadn't understood this part myself for a long time. My mom, on the other hand, was very kind, taking the book from me and asking him to teach
me. I didn't understand, so my mom said, "Teach me first!" My mom is quite eager to learn; you can see this from the
previous story—I was touching her breasts while I was sleeping, and she was still reading.

After listening for a while, my mom seemed very interested, but I dozed off, so I excused myself to get some water and went home to read a novel.
Because my mom wouldn't let me read novels, I didn't dare take them out, so I just secretly read them in my room.

After reading for a while, I thought I'd ask Ming to go swimming at the reservoir with me. He's an adult, and it would be safer with him.
Alas, little did I know that one time, I almost died at his hands, drowning.

I went outside and saw no one; everyone must have gone home to sleep. I didn't know where my mom had gone.
She had to pass by my window on her way home, but I don't think I noticed her coming home. I went to find Ming, and as I passed his
window, I glanced inside and was shocked:

my mom was standing in front of Ming's kang (a heated brick bed), her hands on the edge of the kang, her shirt pulled up above her breasts, bent over, her
buttocks out. Her pants seemed to be off too; I could see her belly and some pubic hair. Ming was standing behind her, his hands
reaching under her armpits to grab and rub her breasts, while his lower abdomen was pressed against her buttocks,
thrusting forward.

Ming thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while my mother moaned softly. I initially thought they were just
playing around, that Ming was teasing my mother, but hearing her voice and seeing her expression—eyes closed,
looking quite comfortable—I suddenly realized they were having sex. The edge of the kang (heated

brick bed) wasn't very high, and when my mother stood up, I could see a large portion of her pubic hair. They
played before stopping and pulling up their pants. My mother stood leaning against the edge of the kang, and Ming played with her breasts. I
heard my mother say, "Now you're drinking my milk just like Tao Tao, you'd better teach him a lesson!"

Sigh, did my mother offer her body to Ming for me? Or did she secretly admire and even like him? I
prefer to believe the former.

Poor mother, she didn't know any special algorithms, she just memorized them. Sigh, this
is the result of a lack of knowledge. After I started school, I memorized all the square roots from 0 to 30. Sigh!

6. My Old Colleague

That year, I had just started working and was still in my internship. My workplace was in a city far from my hometown.

That day, my mother missed me and wanted to visit me, so she took a bus to see me. She arrived around 2 PM, just as
I was at work. Because I had things to do, I told my mother to rest and wait for me in my dormitory.

My dormitory had three bunk beds. I was in one of the upper bunks, and the lower bunk was occupied by a cook from the company kitchen,
surnamed Guo. He didn't stay there except when he was on the early shift. The other four beds only had mattresses and
were unoccupied . After my mother arrived, she sat down to rest in the lower bunk.

After I finished working for a while, around 3:30 PM, I took a break and went downstairs to find my mother. I twisted...
The doorknob was locked from the inside. I was about to take out my key when the door opened. Guo opened it,
gave me and left.

Because I was outside, and the room had an attached bathroom, I had to go inside to see what was inside. I went into
the room and saw my mother still on Guo's bed, leaning against his blanket, fast asleep. My mother was a rural woman,
and her clothes at the time were like that: a long-sleeved thin gauze shirt over a white t-shirt, without a bra. She wore
black trousers with side slits, and underneath, a pair of large red underwear she had made herself, with a cloth strip as her belt.

My mother was leaning against Guo's blanket, the buttons of her shirt undone, her arms outstretched at her sides, her two
round breasts, the nipples pressed tightly against her t-shirt, barely visible, with the nipple closest to the edge of the bed
damp . Looking at her lower body, her belt was undone, and the buttons on her pants were also undone. Her waistband
was loosely bunched up around my mother's lower abdomen. Through the uncovered area, I
could see her underwear had slipped down to her thighs, revealing some pubic hair.

It was obvious to anyone with a brain that Guo had taken advantage of my mother while she was asleep.

During this encounter, he probably kissed her mouth, reached inside her shirt to touch
her breasts , kissed her nipples through her shirt, and touched her vulva through her pants.

Before my mother came, one night, a few of us watched a pornographic VCD in the office. It was
probably an incestuous film, about a young man raping a mature woman. It got us all hard,
especially me, because I have an incestuous fetish. I remember looking at everyone's crotches, and
Guo 's was the hardest.

That night, Guo's bed was moving around quite a bit. The next day, I teased him, asking if he had
masturbated the night before. He got angry and for a long time wouldn't serve me my food properly, until he slept with my mother.

He took advantage of my mother the afternoon of the first day. Because it wasn't the weekend, and I was busy with work,
I couldn't spend time with her. That evening, we ate in the canteen. During dinner, that
colleague cooked a dish for us separately, and we ate it together. At that time
, our department was in a separate building with its own canteen, and there were usually only two people cooking. The other person
would go home after the employees finished eating, leaving Guo alone.

After dinner, nothing serious happened, but thinking about it afterwards, Guo and my mother seemed closer.
Of course , since I was alone away from home, I probably didn't eat well, and she hoped that Guo, who worked in the canteen,
would take care of me.

That evening, that colleague had to go home for some business. That night, it was a holiday, and
there were very few , just me, my mother, and Guo. It's rare for guests to come all this way, and Lao Guo, contrary to his recent
mistreatment of me because I made fun of him, cooked four dishes and brought out a bottle of liquor. The three of us ate

from 7:00 to 9:30, finishing the entire bottle of 40-proof liquor, and each of us also drank two bottles of beer.
It took me a long time to realize after sobering up that we actually drank two bottles of liquor that day.

That night, I slept in my own bed. Lao Guo, being quite generous, let my mother sleep in his
bed while he slept on a makeshift bed in the kitchen.

I have a low alcohol tolerance, and soon after lying down, I went to the bathroom to pee. Our room had an ensuite bathroom,
but the shower was broken. There was a shared shower stall in the kitchen that could fit three people at a time.

After I finished peeing, I glanced at my mother; she was lying naked on Lao Guo's bed,
snoring , falling asleep so quickly. I thought to myself, "Why are you completely naked in someone else's bed?" Sigh, I drank too much.

I had just gotten into my bed when Lao Guo came in, complaining about the mosquitoes in the kitchen and saying he was looking for mosquito coils.
He searched around his bedside for a few minutes, turning over and over, saying, "Where did it go?" I
heard him from upstairs and said, "In the table drawer." He took it and left.

After he left, I suddenly felt uneasy. He should have known the mosquito coils were in the drawer! Damn, he was looking at my mother's
body. I looked at my mother; she was still lying on her back, legs spread apart.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the bed shake, and then I heard my mother's voice: "Ah...
ouch, it hurts! Be gentle..."

Now that I think about it, Lao Guo must have just gotten into my mother's bed, just as he was penetrating her. I know
what . But if I had known what happened then, should I have pretended to wake up and get out of bed to
scare Lao Guo away? I was conflicted.

I turned over; there was no more movement from there.

I still don't understand whether Lao Guo actually had sex with my mother or just took advantage of her,
or perhaps he only penetrated her but didn't finish the whole thing.

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