Northeast corner 1-3

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I) I was born in a small town in Northeast China. My father was a sent-down youth who met my mother in the countryside. The year he returned to the city, he brought my mother back with him. During those years when millions of sent-down youth went to the countryside, a large number of
young women remained in the villages. The reason my father brought my mother back wasn't because they were particularly loving; mainly, my father was just an ordinary
person, not very clever, while my mother, having grown up in the countryside, was of average appearance but very capable, with a typical large bust and hips.
After returning to the city, my parents faced the same problem as all sent-down youth returning to the city:
no housing and no jobs. Fortunately, my father took over my grandfather's job at a printing factory, getting a job that didn't
require much . My mother worked as a temporary worker in the factory canteen. Luckily, the wage difference wasn't significant at the time, so their standard of living remained the same.
When they first returned to the city, my parents squeezed into my grandfather's house. I have an
uncle and an aunt; my father is the third child. At first, it was alright, but after I arrived, the house became unbearably cramped. At that time, my uncle was serving in the army in another city, and my aunt lived with my grandparents and their child.
Back then, houses in Northeast China were all row houses, provided by the factory
. Eventually, my grandmother, feeling sorry for her youngest son, went to the factory and argued with the leaders. Finally, they managed to get a small, 20-square-meter room—originally used for storing junk—near my grandmother's house
. That's how our family finally settled down.
When I was five or six years old, during what I think was a period of strict enforcement of the law, my aunt's husband was convicted of indecent assault, paraded through the streets, and executed. This was considered a great disgrace at the time
. Soon after, my aunt was
kicked out and left homeless, eventually moving in with us. Later, as I grew older, I vaguely heard that her in-laws had been cursing her, saying she was wasting her big breasts and
buttocks, unable to even lay eggs, which was why her husband had gone out to cause trouble, only to get into trouble and be abandoned.
Back then, there was nothing we could do. Apparently, during the crackdown, even stealing a wallet could get you several years in prison, to exaggerate a bit.
My parents and aunt got along well, so our family was always peaceful and happy. The story begins when I started to understand things
. Every family in Northeast China has a kang (heated brick bed). Back then, half the room was covered by the kang, with a small passageway on the floor and a stove in the outer room.
We ate meals on a small table placed on the kang. In kindergarten and when I first started elementary school, I
did my homework on the kang table; later, they set up a small table
on the floor for me. At night, a curtain was drawn over the kang to separate my parents and aunt. I
always slept with my parents. They probably thought I was too young to be bothered with anything related to sex. Looking back
, I guess I was precocious; I was always very interested in women, especially breasts. I had to touch and
suck . My mother was quite tolerant and doted on me, so I could still touch and suck breasts before falling asleep even after graduating from elementary school.

Around age 7, one night I went to bed early and woke up in the middle of the night (back then there was no TV or anything, so I was usually asleep before 9 pm; now I think it was probably before 11 pm). With my eyes closed, I reached for my mother's breasts, but instead touched my father's body. I heard him breathing heavily. When I opened my eyes, I saw my father straddling my mother, moving back and forth, while my mother was panting heavily, suppressing pain.
This terrified me. I cried loudly and shouted for my aunt to save my mother. My aunt, who was behind
the curtain and burst into laughter. My father quickly got off, and my mother turned around, hugged me, and put her nipple in my mouth to stop me from crying. Looking back, they must have been really embarrassed. Although my aunt had been through similar experiences, they all tacitly understood.

But after I interrupted them this once, they actually became more relaxed. Sometimes when they wanted to have sex,
they would let me sleep with my aunt, and she would sometimes laugh at them, telling them to take it easy and not tire themselves out. At first, I didn't want to sleep with my aunt, but my dad was clever and knew what I wanted. He told me, "If you go over there, your aunt will let you touch her breasts; they're bigger than your mom's.
"
My aunt laughed and scolded my dad a few times, then pulled me close, coaxed me, and let me touch them to sleep.
Actually, thinking back now, my parents didn't have sex very
frequently. Maybe they did it too much when they were younger. Because they didn't have a house for a long time after we moved back to the city, they had me very late. At that time, my parents were both thirty-seven
or thirty-eight years old, and my aunt was five years older than my dad, already over forty. At that time, I was interested in women's bodies,
but not in a mysterious way, because I was interested in breasts, not much in a woman's genitals. I could easily see and touch breasts. Northeasterners sleep in shorts and vests at night, especially in summer, women wear
shorts and vests to sit outside in the shade. At home, my mom and aunt didn't hide anything from me when they changed clothes.
Gradually, I started sleeping with my aunt. One time, before I fell asleep,
I heard noises from my parents' side. At first, it was just rapid breathing, and then occasionally my mother would groan. I was curious and kept trying to lift the curtain to see what they were doing.
My aunt held me, preventing me from moving, and told me they were doing something fun, and if they continued to
be fun , she would buy me a bottle of soda, so I shouldn't disturb them.
Back then, soda was still a luxury, costing two cents a bottle
. So I obediently continued to touch my aunt
's breasts, listening carefully to their sounds; I could hear splashing sounds. Then my aunt said loudly, "Can you two be a little quieter? Xiaoli can hear us."
At that moment, I heard my father panting, "This little brat, go to sleep, you have school tomorrow."

My mother tried to speak calmly, "Xiaoli, go to sleep, I'll buy you a bottle of soda for lunch tomorrow." At that moment, the temptation of the soda far outweighed the sounds of lovemaking, so I quickly went to sleep. And so, I spent my
ignorant childhood. (II)
I probably started developing around the age of 10, which was considered early compared to my peers at the time.
At first, there were some small hairs
around , but gradually they grew more and more.
I thought it was normal. Back then, my parents had taken me to the factory
's bathhouse and I had seen adults with pubic hair, so I didn't care. However, I was still quite shy about having pubic hair, so I always carefully hid it from them. At that time, my father always took me to the bathhouse. Because it was the factory's bathhouse, there were many familiar faces, and
they were all "proletarian" older brothers. So every time I took a bath, they would make very vulgar jokes about me.
People would always
ask me things like, "Is your mother's breasts big?" or "Does your mother have a lot of pubic hair?"
At first I didn't understand, but later I realized it was a bad thing to say. So when someone asked me again, I'd blurt out things like, "Your mom has a lot of pubic hair," or "Your mom has big breasts." This would infuriate the person who asked, who would then threaten me with a towel while cursing, "This little bastard, so cunning!" Everyone around would burst into laughter, while my dad would smile with satisfaction and chuckle, "Go away, get lost!"

I became increasingly smug and started playing in the water by myself.
I went. My dad was careless, and after I went in to bathe, I kept crawling around in the steamy tub, so he didn't pay attention to me. Therefore, they never
knew about the hair growing there. The only change was that I started to be interested in women's genitals, and I always wanted to secretly watch my aunt or mom
wash themselves at night.
Back then, things weren't very particular; it seemed like my mom would only wash herself in the outer room after my dad and I were in bed on nights when we were going to have sex. As for my aunt, she would wash herself occasionally, and I never knew. Sometimes in winter, I would smell a strange stench in bed, mixed with the scent of face cream my aunt had on her face.

I could tell the smell came from my aunt's genitals,
but I didn't know what it was. One time, my parents went out and probably wouldn't be
back until very late. My aunt took me to bed, and I got on the kang (heated brick bed). I waited for a long time, but she didn't come up; she was boiling water in the outer room. After a while,
she brought in a basin of water and then went out to get a thermos. I immediately realized she was probably going to wash
her private parts . Before she came in, I quickly pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, she filled the basin with warm water, glanced in my direction, and then took off her underwear. Maybe she thought I was asleep, or maybe she thought I was too young to understand, so
she washed her private parts in the room. Because my parents weren't home, she washed very slowly and carefully. I secretly sat up, turned my head to the side, and to be honest, it was very
unclear; I couldn't see what her vulva looked like at all. I only saw a large patch of dark hair below and a patch of plump white flesh on my aunt's legs and lower abdomen, a striking contrast.
My heart pounded wildly; I was incredibly excited and thrilled. I quickly turned my head back, listening to the splashing water, and secretly looked up again.

Unfortunately, just then, my aunt looked up, and our eyes met. I was so frightened that I
quickly under the covers. I think I heard my aunt curse, "You little bastard, you dare to peek at me!"
Southerners might not understand; Northeasterners are more rugged, and women often use words like "penis" and "vagina" in their speech. I hid under the covers, too terrified to make a sound. Although I didn't understand, I knew that
peeping was shameful. Time seemed to drag on forever before I realized my aunt
had turned off the light, gotten into bed, and crawled under the covers. I didn't dare touch her breasts as usual, and remained motionless with my back to her. Then a hand reached over and grabbed my arm, saying, "You little brat, what are you pretending to be asleep for? You dare peek at your mother? I'll tell your father when we get back!
"

Hearing this, I was even more terrified and dared not make a sound or move. Seeing my lack of reaction, she said, "Turn
around."
I didn't move, so she said again, "Turn around right now!"
Actually, I wasn't afraid of my aunt or mother, but I was afraid of my father. My father was a typical working-class man, and sometimes
he would beat me without even asking what happened. By then, I had developed a sense of shame; this was not only a fear of being beaten, but also a matter of losing face. After my aunt called me twice, I finally turned around. Seeing my expression (I guess I was terrified), my aunt had calmed down, but she still wanted to save face, so she asked with a stern face, "Tell me, what did you see?

"
"I didn't see anything," I mumbled softly.
"Oh, you're lying again, not telling the truth, huh? Fine, I'll tell your dad when we get home."

Seeing that I didn't speak (actually, I didn't know how to answer),
she said again, "Tell the truth, and I might consider not telling your dad. Tell me, what did you see?"

I quickly said, "I didn't see anything, just a bunch of fur, really, Auntie, I'm not lying to you."
"You saw fur, and you still say you didn't see anything, huh?" My aunt's voice was very loud.
"I didn't see anything, just fur, that counts, I
have some too." I quickly argued, thinking at that moment, I saw her fur, but since I had some too, it didn't count as seeing it.
Haha , a child's mentality is so ridiculous. Hearing me say that, my aunt wasn't so angry anymore; instead, she showed a strange, disbelieving
expression. Seeing that I had a chance, I quickly said ingratiatingly

, "Really, Aunt, I really didn't see anything else. I was just wondering why you hadn't gotten into bed for so long, that's why I looked. Look, I have hair too." To save myself and to prove my words, I didn't care about being shy anymore
. As I spoke, I lifted the blanket and pulled down my underwear, revealing a small tuft of hair. "See, I didn't lie to you
!"
My aunt was incredibly surprised when she saw my hair. She probably didn't expect that I actually had hair,
and some of it was quite long. What she didn't expect was that they hadn't noticed at all. My aunt pulled down my pubic hair, and my little penis was revealed. It was still so small, squeezed into the pubic hair, looking slightly out of place.
Seeing that my aunt's attitude had softened and she looked somewhat thoughtful, I continued, "Auntie, please don't
tell my parents I've grown hair. I haven't told anyone except you. I'm only with you, please don't tell them, okay?
"

Hearing this, my aunt snapped out of her daze and smiled. "You little rascal, you're all talk and no action
. Fine, I'll be with you, we won't tell anyone." My aunt has never had children, so she's always treated me like her own son, sometimes
even more so than my parents. I was overjoyed, hugged my aunt's face and kissed her, then habitually placed my hands on her breasts, kneading
her large breasts.
I sensed that my aunt seemed a little uncomfortable, slightly resistant, but it passed quickly. The next day, my aunt told my mother about it again. However, she didn't mention that I had spied on her while she washed herself. Instead,
she said she had noticed I had pubic hair, but my penis was very small, and she suspected it might be due to a long foreskin, which could affect my development. She asked my mother to take me to see a doctor.
My mother, being from the countryside, wasn't very particular and could be
a bit rough around the edges sometimes. That evening, while I was doing my homework on the kang (heated brick bed), she called me over when no one was home and sternly ordered
, "Take off your underwear!
"
Hearing this, I was terrified. I immediately understood: my aunt had told my mother I had spied on
her, and my mother was going to punish me. Instantly, I hated my aunt, but I was also incredibly scared, so I obediently took off my underwear. My poor little penis, huddled in the thicket of pubic hair, looked utterly pathetic and weak
. My mother didn't say much. She simply parted my pubic hair, grasped my penis (actually, she didn't grasp it, she pinched it, my penis was so small), and started rubbing it. She wanted to see if the foreskin could be loosened.
This was the first
time someone had touched my penis. My mother's hands were soft and thick, and it felt very comfortable. For a moment, my penis seemed to
grow a little bigger. Then, my mother used both hands to pull back the foreskin, which hurt a little. Seeing my grimacing, my mother quickly said, "It's okay. Look how dirty it is inside. If you don't open it up, you'll get sick later.
"
Sure enough, I saw a layer of white, somewhat scale-like substance, and it had a fishy smell.
The smell. When it was almost done, Mom had me hold my penis while she filled a basin with warm water and carefully washed it for me. The warm water and her soft hands felt incredibly comfortable. I looked down at my penis; the outer skin was white, and the area around the foreskin was pink and tender, looking very beautiful. At that moment, I heard Mom say, "See? It's so clean now, there's no smell at all.

Look, how
beautiful it is!" As she spoke, she couldn't help but kiss it with her thick lips. I was overjoyed, and the anger I felt towards my aunt earlier disappeared. I realized that
my aunt hadn't told me about peeping at her. From then on, Mom washed my penis every few days, each time very carefully and thoroughly, also washing my scrotum and anus.

As the frequency increased, I gradually began to feel
the comfort coming from my penis, and sometimes, when Mom's plump hands rubbed my anus, I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. Once, I asked my mom why I felt a tingling, numbing
sensation .

My mom looked at me strangely and said, "Really?" while rubbing it a few more times. After that, every
time , my mom would rub my anus extra. Sometimes, when my aunt came to the outer room to get something, she would glance at me, mostly at my penis.
Gradually, my penis would occasionally get bigger when my mom washed it. Whenever this happened, my mom did
n't mind and would even laugh at me, which made me feel embarrassed. Without the foreskin, my penis grew
very quickly. During that time, I was very happy, always looking forward to my
mom washing my genitals; it felt very exciting and comfortable, but I didn't know why. My penis grew bigger more and more often, the white shaft and pink glans exposed. My mom said more than once that it looked very good (
probably compared to an adult's). Sometimes my mom would rub it a few times, but I only knew it felt good; I didn't understand the meaning behind it. I also noticed that usually, after washing my genitals, she would wash herself as well, and during that time, my parents' frequency of sex was significantly higher than usual.

One night, I probably drank too much water and got up
to pee . After lying down, before I fell asleep, I vaguely heard my parents talking quietly.
That night, my mother washed
my penis . I heard my father say, "I've noticed that you're producing a lot of vaginal fluid lately, a bit like when we were in the village."

"Keep your voice down, Xiao Li just finished peeing and isn't asleep yet." As soon as I heard my mother mention my name, I immediately woke up and focused on what they were saying.
"It's okay, this child always peees with his eyes closed, and falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed," my father said.
"Oh, yes. Hey, how come this child's penis is growing so fast? I think it's almost as
big as yours when it's hard."
"Haha, really? Looks like he takes after me," my father said happily.
"Whatever, you'll definitely be bigger when you grow up." Mom was a little disdainful of Dad's pride. "By the way, the last
few times I washed Xiaoli's penis, he asked me why he felt
a tingling sensation when I touched his anus."
"Really? That little rascal, his studies aren't great, but he's quick to react to this." Dad
cursed while kneading Mom's breasts. Mom whispered, "Be gentle, you're making Xiaoli bigger instead of bigger
."
"Hehe, it's okay, I like big ones." Dad said shamelessly, "Hey, what did you say when Xiaoli asked you
?"
"I didn't say anything, how would I know? But I heard your sister mention it once the other day." Mom replied. "

What did my sister say?"
"Your sister complained that it wasn't her fault she couldn't get pregnant, and that your brother-in-law likes to fuck anus." Mom said. "Ah, really, that son of a bitch, he'd rather die than go through the hole than use his
asshole ," Dad said angrily.
"Oh, yeah, that bastard." Hearing Dad say this so bitterly, Mom seemed a little disappointed
. She turned over and said, "Go to sleep." As they talked, I
fell asleep , I dreamt that Mom was washing my penis, then my aunt. In my hazy state, I felt like Mom was touching my anus. In an instant, I peed, a very satisfying pee. In my dream, I was thinking,
"Ah, so peeing can feel so good." When I woke up in the morning, I found my underwear was a little wet. I vaguely remembered that I had peed in my dream last night. I was immediately filled with shame. Bedwetting is a huge disgrace. My mom always
praised me for not wetting the bed since I was a few years old.
So I didn't dare tell anyone, firmly believing that I could
dry . I forgot about it after a while. That day, after school, I was doing my homework in my room when I heard my aunt and mother whispering. It seemed like they were talking about me. I vaguely heard my mother say, "Impossible, he's so young, how could he be? He's only 11.
"

"Yeah, I think it's possible too, but when I was washing Xiaoli's underwear, the more I looked, the more it seemed like it, and it even smelled a bit like that." My aunt said.
My mother suddenly laughed and said, "You haven't smelled it in years, you must be mistaken."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't smelled it, I haven't seen it, you two are doing it every day, do you think there's no smell?"
my aunt said.
"Keep your voice down, haha, okay, I believe you, alright?" my mother hit my aunt and said, "Then what
should we do, he's too young."
"It's all your fault, you never let go of your son's penis, you rub it all over every day." My aunt
was probably a little angry because my mother was teasing her, and she wouldn't let my mother off the hook. "Who washes every day? Alright, alright, I'll let you wash tomorrow,
okay ?" Mom said.
"Hehe, okay, it's settled then. Anyway, he's pretty much like my own son." Aunt finally laughed and continued
, "I think it's fine. This child is quite healthy and quite mischievous. Just guide him properly so he doesn't go astray."

"Right, I'll talk to his dad about it later," Mom said. For a while after that, they didn't draw the curtains when they slept, and I could see them doing some intimate things when they were in the same bed.
Sometimes I would often snuggle over and touch Mom's breasts, while Dad would touch the other breast
. Several times they teased me, telling me not to touch them, to see my reaction. I wasn't strong enough, so I would turn around and touch Aunt's breasts, looking at them triumphantly.
The three of them would laugh and say I had a
quick reaction. During that time, they still kept the curtains drawn when they made love, but suddenly the sounds of my parents making love became louder, and I could clearly hear the
splashing sounds from below.
Finally, one time, the curtains weren't drawn, and for the first time, I secretly witnessed them making love. I said I was watching...
I didn't actually see anything, because it was dark with the lights off and they were all in bed; I could only see their outlines moving up and down. From then on, the curtain's historical mission ended, and we never hung
a curtain on the same kang (heated brick bed) again. Looking back now, all of this was part of my adult education.

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