Little Teacher

Chapter One: Taboo
Recently, I recalled "that summer" with my mother.
"How much do you remember?" I asked my mother.
"Hmm," my mother said with her kind, gentle smile, "I remember almost every detail vividly!"
"Yes," I said with a smile, "It's hard to forget those things." "
I remember every detail...a wonderful memory..." my mother said, raising her eyebrows.
I clearly remember that unbelievable summer, because of my mother, aunt, and cousin. It was then that I lost my virginity, giving it to my most beloved mother and aunt.
My name is Xiaomin, and I was thirteen years old at the time. On the seventh day of summer vacation, to allow both our families to spend a week together, my uncle, who lived in Taichung, rented a holiday cabin in the mountains north of Wushe and invited our whole family, who lived in Taipei, to come and vacation with us.
However, my father insisted on staying home, believing that he was too busy at work to "waste time fooling around" with us (they...my parents' relationship wasn't very good)). Aside from work, he was the type who never went outdoors, claiming it was to replenish the energy he expended at work. However, no one paid much attention to Dad's decision, because Mom and Dad's relationship had long been strained, and her relationship with Uncle and his brother was equally poor. So, the strong-willed Mom simply packed her bags and took only me to the agreed-upon vacation.
Thus, on that Monday morning of summer vacation, my mother and I set off alone for Taichung. After meeting at the agreed-upon Taichung station, my Uncle Zhixuan, Aunt Cuiyin, and my cousin Zhijie, who was a year older than me, drove my mother and me for two hours from Taichung to the lakeside villa we rented in the Wushe mountain area. Uncle Zhixuan
was a 43-year-old electrical appliance wholesaler, a graduate of the Department of Electrical Engineering at National Tsing Hua University, gentle, talkative, and very friendly. Aunt Cuiyin, 35, sat next to him while he drove.
Aunt Cuiyin is an indigenous woman from Taima Village, Taichung. At thirty-five, she has a healthy complexion, with the naturally beautiful and defined features typical of indigenous people: slightly dark brown, glossy hair, bright and intelligent eyes, slightly brown skin, and a cheerful smile. In fact, she and my mother were classmates at Taipei Teachers College, and both are now elementary school teachers; they have always had a very good relationship.
Before, I hadn't paid much attention to my aunt's beauty, simply seeing her as a kind elder who loved children. But Aunt Cuiyin is also a very warm person. From my childhood until now, she and my mother have had a very good relationship, and naturally, she dotes on me, her little nephew.
My cousin, Zhijie, also inherited his mother's indigenous heritage, possessing the same healthy, sun-kissed bronze skin. He sat in the back seat with my mother and me.
My mother, Guiying, is a thirty-six-year-old, fair-skinned, beautiful, confident, radiant, and still charming woman. Her beautiful face often radiates a unique, confident, and captivating smile. Years of ballet had given her legs a strong and perfect shape. I always loved observing the natural aura of health and wisdom she exuded.
When we arrived at the cabin, everyone was excited, but everyone seemed quite tired. The house had two floors and three bedrooms, two upstairs and one downstairs next to the kitchen. Zhijie and I shared a room, my mother had her own, and my uncle and aunt shared the downstairs bedroom.
We settled in and prepared to enjoy the week. Especially since we had left the unbearable heat and polluted exhaust fumes of the Taipei Basin and arrived in the cool, clear mountains and waters, we were determined to have a relaxing vacation.
Nothing particularly special happened on the first day. While my mother and aunt chatted almost constantly, and my uncle busied himself around the house, Zhijie and I—two little kids at the time—only knew how to go up the mountain to play and cause trouble for everyone, but we would never help the adults with those boring and tiring tasks.
Then, on "that morning" that summer, my uncle suddenly received a call from his company. Their work had inexplicably run into a series of problems. The company was frantically trying to contact him, as Taichung was incredibly hot at the time, and every household was using air conditioning extensively. The company desperately needed his help that day.
Of course, he went home. My aunt and uncle had initially thought they should go home with him, but seeing the disappointed looks on our faces, my uncle chuckled and said he would try to finish work before sunset and come back… However, he was too busy and couldn't make it home, which made my mother and aunt a little worried.
Around eight o'clock that evening, the phone rang. It was my uncle. He said he was too busy to finish and would have to stay at the company overnight, but he could come back early the next morning. He also told my aunt to treat us well. And so, two sexy middle-aged women and two energetic teenage boys were left behind. Only later did I learn how things had happened.
At midnight, Zhijie and I were talking about music and girls in our room. I remember mentioning Meiling, who used to sit next to me in class—a slender, beautiful, and adorable girl I had a crush on not long ago. However, this pure childhood romance ended because I mentioned her to my mother, which made her very angry.
That "romance incident" happened about a month before this vacation, and it's actually quite strange. I remember when I first started having interest in the opposite sex, I excitedly wanted to discuss this "sorrow of young Werther" with my mother, but to my surprise, her initial reaction was quite strong, as if she couldn't accept it.
"I think you shouldn't be dating those classmates in junior high. You're only in the first year of junior high, you're starting to face the pressure of schoolwork..." she said with slight concern.
"Mom, I'm all grown up now, why can't I date? Who says you can't date when you're under pressure from schoolwork?" At the beginning of puberty, when my emotions were already starting to fluctuate, I don't know why I lost my patience and retorted like this, confused and unwilling to accept it.
"How could you talk to your mother like that?" My usually calm mother seemed to find it hard to believe that I had suddenly developed the impetuous temper of a teenager, and she seemed to be unable to accept it either, becoming angry.
I actually retorted angrily, "I...I'm an adult now, it's none of your business whether I have sex with them or not!!"
I yelled at her angrily, and just as I turned to go back to my room and ignore her, she slapped me across the face. Surprised and angry, tears of disappointment immediately streamed down my mother's bright eyes as she glared at me and said angrily, "That's too much! Don't forget I'm your mother, you're not allowed to talk to me like that! How could you become like this?!" Then she turned away sadly, tears streaming down her face, and said, "If I could...I would rather find an older, experienced woman to teach you than let you be distracted by love."
My mother's sudden anger was already surprising enough, but her words shocked me even more! Because I genuinely didn't expect my mother's response, perhaps it was the first time we'd both encountered this situation where "our son suddenly grew up and dared to talk back to his mother," and we were both a bit flustered by this kind of situation!
I stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to respond, and Mom seemed to realize she'd said the wrong thing... We were really lucky at that moment; Dad called home from work, ending this awkward and strange conversation between mother and son, and I temporarily forgot about the conversation with my mother.
Now, a month later, as I'm talking about this with my cousin in the mountain cabin my uncle rented (deliberately omitting the awkward conversation between mother and son), my mother and aunt are talking in the living room downstairs. I hope we know what they're talking about!
My mother started talking about their young, precious son. She was a little worried that I, being so young and inexperienced, might actually get into trouble by having inappropriate sexual relationships with the girls at school. She discussed this topic with my aunt with some concern. Strangely enough, my aunt had the same thought at the time, because my cousin, Zhijie, who was also quite handsome, was very popular with girls at school. She was also worried that my cousin Zhijie might actually get into trouble with women... At least, to put it another way, he might not be able to concentrate on his studies because of it.
Suddenly, Mom seemed to recall a thought she'd had two weeks prior: "Find an 'older woman' to teach our son some 'adult taboos'!"
She lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, then paused, looking intently at Aunt Cuiyin, tilting her head and crossing her arms, and slowly asked, "Why...why don't we do it ourselves?"
"What do you mean?" My aunt, who had known Mom for over ten years, seemed to understand her thoughts, but asked with a hint of disbelief.
"Teach those kids, and help them cope with adolescence..." Mom hesitated for a moment, but decided to continue: "...the struggles of sexual needs."
"You mean...sex?" Aunt Cuiyin asked, her voice low and excited. Mom stopped talking and stared at her.
“Kuiying…that’s incest.”
Mom sighed. “Cuiyin, don’t lecture me about morality!”
After another worried pause, Mom seemed to grow bolder. “I want to teach them,” she said. “I want to go upstairs now and call them down, okay? We can teach them ourselves…if you don’t object…”
Aunt Cuiyin’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, she gestured as if to speak, but no word came out.
“What do you want to say?” Mom asked.
She waved her hand and shook her head. My aunt said, “I don’t know, I want to say…I…I really don’t know!”
“What are you worried about?” Mom asked.
“That’s wrong.” Aunt Cuiyin remained silent.
“As long as we need to exchange…there shouldn’t be any blood…problems,” my mother said calmly.
"An exchange?"
"Yes, you know, you and my son, and me and your son."
Aunt Cuiyin stared wide-eyed at my mother, unable to believe her eyes, until finally she exclaimed, "You... really want to do it?"
My mother nodded: "Ever since he mentioned that girl to me... I've been thinking about it for a month, trying to muster up my courage. Look, Brother Zhixuan left tonight, you don't have any other men, and I'll keep my mouth shut, you can rest assured about that."
"Yes, but this kind of thing is different." She shook her head slightly and said, "I... I still can't quite accept the situation of being naked in front of my sons..."
Her voice was low, as if she couldn't quite accept it. But, it still seemed that my usually calm and rational mother must have her reasons for saying this, right?
My mother said, "Cuiyin, upstairs are two young men, not boys, but young men. They've never had sexual experience before. Why don't we teach them? That way they won't feel pressured, or get into trouble with some delinquent girls at school, or even get some 'disease'."
"Besides," she smiled, "I believe it would be a beautiful memory for those two teenagers."
My aunt had been looking at my mother, lost in thought, but her expression seemed to be softening.
Seeing my aunt's attitude softening, my mother went a step further and smiled, saying, "And at this stage of their development, they still seem to have that mix of fear and curiosity about sex. At this age, if they encounter a bad girl, they can easily suffer emotional trauma. You know what I mean?"
My aunt finally smiled and said, "Guiying, if I hadn't known you for over ten years and understood you, I would have thought you were crazy!" She crossed her arms, shook her head, and chuckled slightly.
"But they..." Aunt Cuiyin couldn't help but raise a question: "First, won't this have some negative impact on their psychological development? You know, this is a social taboo, and they're still young. Can they really understand a situation that even adults often can't comprehend?... And second..." Aunt Cuiyin smiled shyly and asked the most fundamental question: "Do you think they really want two old women like us?"
"Regarding your first point, don't forget, we studied education. During the meeting, we must give them the right guidance in terms of their concepts and mindset, teach them to distinguish right from wrong in this matter, and make them understand the reasons why we made this decision. As for your 'second point'..." Mom smiled and said, "Shall we go and find out the truth? Let's go!"

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