No. 7, Mudan Street

No. 7 Mudan Street

(Part 1)

My childhood was spent entirely in constant displacement. Due to my parents' frequent job transfers, I was constantly on the go, shuttling between different cities. Countless precious moments were thus meaninglessly wasted on the clanging railway lines. In the spring, my father was still working in Liaoyang. In the summer, he was transferred to Anshan. Just as autumn began, my grandmother told me that my father had inexplicably been transferred to Shenyang again.

"Xiao Li." I remember it was the morning of the winter solstice. I was playing with my aunt in my grandmother's yard when a strange man who looked like an intellectual pushed open the gate and slowly walked towards me, braving the strong cold wind. I stood up and stared at him blankly. He was of medium height and unremarkable in appearance, especially his long, irritating face, which I found utterly repulsive.

As he approached me, the intellectual's long face remained expressionless, while his cold hand lightly patted the top of my head: "Little guy, if I'm not mistaken, you're Xiao Li, right?"

"Yes," I nodded, then asked the intellectual, "Uncle, who are you?"

"I'm your father's comrade, my name is Yu Ganxiu! Xiao Li, is that your grandma?"

"You're looking for my mom!" My aunt, speaking with a heavy Liaoning accent, pointed to the house and said, "My mom's cooking in there!"

"Oh," the long-faced man turned around and walked towards the house. Looking at his large, bulky clothes and clumsy gait, my aunt playfully gestured to me with her own face, red and purple from the cold: "Oh my goodness, this long face is so long! You probably couldn't touch its end all night!"

"Hehe," I thought this intellectual was not only incredibly funny-looking, but his nickname was even stranger: "Hehe, Yu Ganxiu! Why not just call him Cod Liver Oil!"

"Haha," my aunt laughed knowingly: "Cod Liver Oil, fun! Cod Liver Oil, interesting!"

"Little Lizi, come inside!" Grandma waved her cornmeal-covered arms, beckoning me into the house. The repulsive-looking Cod Liver Oil sat blankly at the eight-immortal table, his large hand, which had touched the top of my head, fidgeting aimlessly on the surface.

"Little Lizi," Grandma said, pulling my hand and pointing to Cod Liver Oil's broad, wall-like back, "Uncle Yu wants to take you home. Are you going?"

"Yes," I readily replied. Actually, I didn't want to go home; I preferred playing with my aunt. However, I had a secret purpose. I especially loved traveling by train; it was always a very interesting experience, and each trip brought an unexpected surprise. "Grandma, shall we go to Shenyang again? I'll go!"

"What Shenyang?" Grandma curled her lip. "Your father was transferred again; he's no longer in Shenyang!"

"Oh, where did Dad go this time?"

"Harbin," Grandma muttered disdainfully, "That wretched place! It's freezing cold! Grandson, we're not going! It's so much better at Grandma's house. Why go there and freeze?"

"But," Yu Ganyou chuckled, "Auntie, if I don't pick up Xiaoli and bring him back, how am I supposed to explain it to Old Zhang!"

"Harbin, where is that?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked Grandma restlessly, "Grandma, where is Harbin? Is it farther than Shenyang? Is it colder?"

"Oh," Grandma sighed with deep feeling, "Harbin is right north of Shenyang, a really, really far away, practically outside the Great Wall. During the Manchukuo era, I went there to do some small business. As soon as I got off the train, the wind was so fierce, almost like a knife! The weather was so cold, you could freeze to death!"

"It's so far north of Shenyang, so very far! I'll go, Grandma, I'll go!" Hearing Grandma's description, a curious heart urged me to resolutely refuse to give up this long trip: "Grandma, I want to go, I want to go to Harbin!"

"This child," Grandma sighed helplessly. After my insistence and Cod Liver Oil's insistence, she reluctantly began to pack my things. Cod Liver Oil, who had been facing away from Grandma the whole time, slowly stood up and took Grandma's bundle: "Auntie, it's getting late, I should go!"

Sitting on the speeding train, Cod Liver Oil sat upright with a long face, not saying a word. I leaned my head against the window and, with the sunlight streaming in, secretly glanced at this eccentric and taciturn Cod Liver Oil. Only after she took off her bulky clothes did I see Cod Liver Oil's true face.

Although Yu Ganyou was tall, he was pitifully thin. His withered arms were covered in bulging, menacing veins that seemed ready to burst through his skin at any moment.

Yu Ganyou's skin was even darker than his father's, and completely dry, as if devoid of any moisture. His bony body looked as if wrapped in a tattered, wrinkled piece of parchment. What puzzled me even more was Yu Ganyou's long, angular face; his thin features looked as if they had been cleanly sliced by a sharp blade.

Seeing that Cod Liver Oil remained silent, I was incredibly bored. To break the awkward silence, I shouted, "Uncle, I need to pee!"

"Oh, come on," Cod Liver Oil hurriedly got up and led me to the end of the carriage. After a while, I shouted again, "Uncle, I'm thirsty!"

"Oh, I'll get some water!" Cod Liver Oil brought over some hot water and silently placed it in front of me. He still had a stern face, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

"It's noon," Cod Liver Oil raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and finally spoke up, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes!"

"Come on," Cod Liver Oil gestured for me to climb onto his broad back, then, with great effort, squeezed through the crowd, walked through carriage after carriage, and finally, covered in sweat, carried me into the dining car. He wiped the sweat from his brow and ordered a plate of fragrant stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts and two bowls of steaming rice. We sat facing each other, silently stuffing our stomachs with the food.

After putting down my chopsticks, when I turned my head to the train window again, everything outside was a vast expanse of white. The

rolling earth shimmered blindingly in the sunlight. The faster the train sped along, the fewer towns appeared on either side of the railway, making the scenery increasingly monotonous and the feeling of utter exhaustion even stronger. Occasionally, an unnamed little village would appear on the snow-covered wasteland, with wisps of smoke rising from its low mud-brick houses—a truly dreary and desolate sight!

Late at night, the train, no longer speeding along, came to a stop, panting, on the snow-covered platform. My father, wearing a military overcoat, took me from Yuzhao's back and carefully put a cotton hat on me. "Whoosh—" A gust of cold wind hit my face, and I shivered involuntarily, my face stinging as if cut by knives. "Wow, it's so cold!"

"Here," my father said, taking off his overcoat and draping it over me. "Yes, Harbin is the coldest city in all of China!"

"Dad," I looked up, taking his hand, and asked, "What kind of work will you do in Harbin?"

"He, hehe," before my father could answer, the usually taciturn Yuzhao suddenly interrupted, "What else can your father do? He'll just be playing with broken stones everywhere!"

"Hmph," Dad retorted, glaring at Cod Liver Oil, "Hmph, that's right, I'm in the mineral processing business. To put it bluntly, all I do all day is fiddle with broken stones. But Lao Yu, you're not even as good as me. Your specialty, to put it simply, is researching toilets!"

"Oh," Cod Liver Oil stammered, caught off guard by Dad's sarcasm, unsure how to respond.

"Hehe, Dad," I glanced at Cod Liver Oil and asked, puzzled, "What, your design institute has a toilet department?"

"Hmm," Dad nodded seriously, "Of course there is. Your Uncle Yu works in the toilet department, but he doesn't study ordinary toilets. He studies toilets specifically for waste ore. In other words, the waste ore that Dad has processed and has no mining value is sent to the tailings department. Your Uncle Yu works in that department. He studies how to collect these waste ore. So, son, isn't your Uncle Yu studying toilets? Hehe!"

"Oh, I see!"

"..."

It was already midnight when I first arrived in Harbin. The buses had long since stopped running. Dad and Yuganyou took turns carrying me on their backs, trudging through the blinding snow powder on the quiet streets. My dough had long since frozen into a red apple, and the hot breath I exhaled, puffing out white smoke, quickly turned the liner of my cotton hat into two streaks of white frost.

Shivering, I clung to my father's back, wiped the frost from my eyebrows, and faced the biting wind, my eyes filled with curiosity as I looked around this unfamiliar northern ice city.

The biggest difference between Harbin and Anshan and Shenyang is that the crisscrossing streets are lined with one strange and unusual building after another, and many of these buildings have a giant onion dome on top. This reminded me of a scene from Lenin in October: "Dad, the streets of Harbin look like St. Petersburg!" Before I could

finish speaking, the cold wind picked up, and I covered my numb face, suddenly remembering my grandmother's words. I sighed deeply, "Ah, this damn place is freezing cold!"

"Hehe," Cod Liver Oil, humiliated by his father for supposedly studying toilets, couldn't help but laugh out loud. "This little rascal! So naughty!"

Passing a strangely shaped building and two glaring tram tracks, we came face to face with a gloomy office building, but instead of an onion top, it had a tall, square tower on its head.

"Alright, we're here," Dad raised his chin and grumbled at the gatehouse, "We're home! We're home!"

In the dim light of the streetlamp, I noticed a rectangular iron plaque nailed to the gatepost—No. 7, Peony Street!

"We're home, we're home!"

With that, Dad lifted his foot and carried me into the monster's dark, gloomy belly. We passed through the cold, eerie hall, circled the narrow corridor, and climbed the creaking wooden stairs. There, in front of us, was another narrow corridor. In the dim light, stood a mature woman in her thirties.

She was tall, standing at 1.68 meters, draped in a heavy, thick blue wool coat; her long, freshly washed hair cascaded casually over her delicate shoulders, shimmering with a damp sheen; the steamy air gave her pretty face a fiery, pale pinkish-red glow; her full, smooth, and high-set body was clad in a thin, milky-white bra; her two long, muscular, slightly hairy thighs were encased in incredibly sexy, bright red elastic trousers, which provocatively hugged a pair of buttocks that would make any man drool. Ah, what a captivating and insatiable beauty!

When I appeared at the end of the corridor, the beauty's face immediately lit up with joy. Her eyes smiled, her lips parted slightly, revealing two rows of neat, clean teeth, and her fair face blossomed like a delicate flower. The beauty couldn't help but strut her rosy thighs, and at the same time, she lovingly opened her arms to me.

"Mom—Mom," I called out passionately, clinging to my father's back. The chill that had gripped me vanished instantly. Ah, Mom! My dearest mother was rushing towards me, beaming with joy. "Mom—Mom!" "

Ouch—oh!" Mom pounced on me, her warm arms encircling my face, and with a soft, plop-plop kiss, she planted a deep kiss on my cheek. "Ah—oh, my eldest son, I've missed you so much! Mwah, let Mom give you a good kiss!"

"Alright—finally," Dad said, panting heavily. He bent over and slammed me down in front of Mom with a thud. His expression was one of utter relief, like a weary postman delivering expensive goods to a demanding customer. "Here you go. If you want to kiss me, come inside and kiss me slowly. Sigh, what a hassle! I finally brought your precious son home. This journey has been exhausting! This little guy, he's so heavy!"

"Son, you must be freezing on the way here. Come inside and warm up," Mom said excitedly, leading me into a large, spacious room with a high ceiling, though it was old and dilapidated. Because the room was so empty, Mom's clear voice lingered in the air for a long time.

I looked up at the high ceiling, where a single incandescent light hung forlornly, radiating a dazzling light. The snow-white walls emitted a slightly pungent smell of asphalt, while the heavy red pine floor exuded a faint smell of paint. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust.

I glanced around discreetly. On the east and west sides of the large room, there was a large bed on each side. On the west bed, a woman sat gracefully, more voluptuous, prettier, and more alluring than my mother. My mother pointed to the woman on the west bed and said to me, "Son, this is your Aunt Tao!"

"Hehe," the woman, whom my mother called Aunt Tao, happily got up and walked towards me with a smile. A strong fragrance immediately wafted into my nostrils: "Hello, little one!"

Like my mother, Aunt Tao was also tall and slender, with a full and beautiful figure. Her skin was even whiter and smoother than my mother's, showing a delicate, healthy pale pink hue. Aunt Tao had a thick, glossy head of shoulder-length hair, and her exquisitely beautiful oval face was flushed with a charming pink hue. Her large, captivating eyes, set deep in their sockets, sparkled with an alluring light.

Aunt Tao held my hand, praising me incessantly: "Ah, what a handsome little man! Those eyebrows and eyes, they really look like his father, Old Zhang! Hehe, when he grows up, he'll definitely be a little rascal who can seduce girls, hehe!"

I stared blankly at Aunt Tao, then glanced at Yu Ganyou, thinking to myself: That ugly Yu Ganyou, yet he married such a beautiful woman; the ways of the world are truly unbelievable!

"Hey, I said," Dad blushed slightly and urged a little embarrassedly, "It's already past midnight, everyone should go to sleep. If you want to chat, you can chat tomorrow!" After saying that, Dad yawned, raised his arm, and pulled a curtain over with a whoosh. Only then did I notice that the huge room was actually occupied by two families, simply separated by a curtain. The west side of the curtain belonged to Aunt Tao and Yuganyou's family; while the east side of the curtain was my new home in Harbin!

"Son, come here," Mom pulled me to the bedside, pointing to the thick quilt. "Mom already laid out the quilt, and even put a hot water bottle inside. Son, hurry up and take off your clothes and get in bed to warm up! Here," she said, starting to unbutton my clothes. "Tonight, Mom will cuddle you up to sleep, hehe!"

"Oh, good Mom," I said happily, sitting on the bed, looking at the thick curtains, feeling both curious and amused. Dad seemed to guess what I was thinking: "Your Uncle Yu and I are both newly transferred here. Our unit no longer has dormitories, so we have to live in the office. One office, two families sharing!"

"Heh~~ Two families living in one room, how fun! I've never encountered anything like this before!" I thumped my butt, pressing down on the bed until it creaked rhythmically under the weight, like the sickening moans my mother made when my father was on top of her.

"Son, stop fooling around," Mom pushed me into the warm, cozy bed, then started helping Dad set up the cot he'd somehow acquired. "Son, don't be naughty, listen to Mom, wait a bit, Mom will put you to sleep!"

"Old Yu," came Aunt Tao's distinctive soprano voice from the other side of the curtains, "Something quite lively happened in the courtyard today!" Aunt Tao then launched into a long, drawn-out account of everything she'd seen and heard at the design institute, her voice like a never-starting tractor, endlessly whirring.

"Alright, alright!" Cod Liver Oil finally snapped, "Stop being so silly! Look at the time, still not asleep!"

"Hmph," Aunt Tao, who was in the middle of an enthusiastic conversation, suddenly stopped, as if doused with a bucket of cold water. After a few seconds of silence, Aunt Tao muttered dejectedly, "I'm happy to listen, take it or leave it! Hey," Aunt Tao called out to Mom in her full voice, "Do you know anything about what's going on in the yard?!"

Suddenly, Mom, who had just taken off her shirt and was about to pull down her sexy red trousers, heard Aunt Tao's shout and, thinking she might lift the curtain and illegally cross the border, saw her trembling breasts and bare white thighs. Mom hurriedly turned off the light: "Old Tao, what's wrong?"

"Haha," Mom's act was all pretense. Aunt Tao didn't lift the curtain, nor did she rashly cross the line. Instead, she continued to chatter about unfounded gossip through the curtain. Mom, meanwhile, half-heartedly agreed, and then, right in front of Dad and me, casually stretched out her legs and took off her panties.

In the dim light, her plump, white buttocks were openly exposed before me. The thick patch of black hair between her legs made me feel flustered and confused, while also fueling my fantasies. My intense curiosity about women compelled me to reach out and touch them, yet I lacked the courage: Ah, what does Mom's urine, hidden among that black hair, look like? How is it different from my aunt's naked urine?

"Sigh," Dad muttered softly, frowning as he looked at Mom sitting naked beside me. He was leaning alone on the cot. "The child's all grown up now, starting school next year, and you don't even know to be discreet. It's so inappropriate to be naked in front of him!"

"I want to," Mom retorted, lifting the corner of the blanket. "Wearing a shirt and trousers, I can't sleep soundly; the more I sleep, the hotter my clothes get! Besides," she said matter-of-factly, "it's my own son, what's there to hide!"

She then stretched her full, naked body, her warm torso pressed against mine, and declared confidently, "You don't understand, this is called Level One sleep!"

"Mom," I said, deliberately placing my hand on my mother's breasts, greedily caressing them as I chimed in, "Dad's so old-fashioned! He's wasted so many years of schooling, and he's an engineer! What's wrong with being naked? When I was taking sketching classes at the Children's Palace, I often copied Western nude paintings. The teacher said it's art! It's human body art! And the older students even hired real people at high prices to take off their clothes and copy them live! It's the real deal!"

"Okay, okay," Dad waved his hand, "Don't spout nonsense. Drawing naked buttocks, you call that art? Don't be so vulgar! Aren't you ashamed? I think your art teacher is a pervert!"

"Hehe," Mom chuckled, turning around and pinching my cheek with her plump fingers. "Son, don't mind your father. He knows nothing but playing with stones. The human body is art, of course! It's unique, the most perfect work of art in the world! Son, study painting diligently. Once you've reached a certain level, Mom will be your model! That'll drive your old-fashioned father crazy!

" Hugging her mother's pink neck, she said very earnestly, "Mom, I will definitely study hard. When I learn to sketch, you must be my model. I want to paint the most beautiful, the most beautiful nude painting! I'll become famous overnight! I'll become a great painter! Mom, the nude models in Western paintings are all famous celebrities and noblewomen. They willingly model for great painters. Those without a reputation wouldn't even get a chance!"

"Great!" Mom's eyes lit up, and she gave me a passionate kiss. "Son, then study hard! Mom hopes to see your masterpiece soon!"

"Mom, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

I stretched out my arms and gently embraced my mother's fragrant body. The pride, the smugness, the happiness, the comfort—it was as if I were embracing an unparalleled work of art created by the Creator.

Ah, how beautiful this work of art is! The well-proportioned skeleton supports the symmetrical torso, which is then covered by a translucent, pinkish-white skin that radiates a soft luster under the sunlight. The staggered ridges and sags form countless dazzling curves, so wondrous and complex that even the great painter Leonardo da Vinci could not depict them accurately and vividly. Beneath the delicate skin lies a mysterious world: an incomparably intelligent brain, a throbbing heart, and surging blood vessels, which imbue this work of art with vibrant life.

My mother's naked body is indeed a work of art, and a beautiful and moving one at that, especially when she emerges from her bath. Her tender body is covered with glistening water droplets, which, under the night lights, seem to be draped in a dazzling pearl-embellished garment. My mother lies naked on the bed, her hand caressing the bath towel with utmost tenderness, gently stroking her delicate body. Her charming demeanor is a perfect picture of a noblewoman emerging from her bath!

After wiping her flawless body, my mother picks up a comb, scissors, and other tools, like a dedicated artist, responsibly continuing to meticulously refine this already perfect work of art.

However, on a dark winter night, when I woke up, I habitually reached out to touch the artwork beside me, ready to caress it as usual. But I unexpectedly witnessed something I really didn't want to see, which greatly diminished the beauty of the artwork.

I saw my most cherished artwork being pressed down on my mother's body by my father, his dark, rough flesh relentlessly rubbing against her fair skin, producing a sizzling sound that tore at my heart. Enraged, I reached out to push him off, but in the darkness, I saw him so persistent, so energetic, so absorbed in his work, completely unaware that I had quietly woken up and was glaring at him fiercely in the dark.

My father, head down, laboriously working, his expression and demeanor exactly the same as when he was fully immersed in his work during the day, even the sweat was flowing so frequently, so profusely, so hot.

I couldn't help but feel timid: it seemed that oppressing and nagging my mother was perhaps the second thing my father did every night after work? If that was the case, I absolutely dared not disturb my father's work, just as I wouldn't disturb him playing with stones during the day; otherwise, he would give me an unforgettable and resounding slap.

However, watching my father torment my mother so cruelly, ruthlessly destroying this work of art that should have belonged to me, filled me with resentment.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho," my mother suddenly groaned urgently as I stared blankly at my father, bewildered and helpless.

Alas, my poor mother must have been driven to the brink of despair by my father, crying out in pain. Heartbroken, I turned away, only to be met with an even more horrifying sight. My mother, usually so dignified and elegant, was shamelessly posing in a vulgar, bizarre, and utterly repulsive position, her two legs always... My mother's legs, which I found utterly intoxicating, were spread wide and wanton, her plump buttocks bulging with fat. Under my father's heavy pressure and thrusts, they obediently and clumsily twisted and trembled, making crisp cracking sounds. Silky wisps of fluid splattered from her hairy crotch, filling the air with an unusual, pungent odor.

What puzzled me most was that my mother, who was moaning rapidly, showed no discomfort or pain on her sweat-drenched face. Instead, she seemed unusually excited and absorbed. From her eager gaze and desire-filled expression, my mother seemed extremely satisfied with my father's savage-like friction and thrusts.

The more violently Dad thrust, the more excited and wildly excited Mom became, her moans growing more urgent and unrestrained. When she reached her climax, Mom even opened her arms—which should have been to hug me—but instead, I hugged Dad instead, staring blankly with my drool-filled mouth open. I would either smack and nibble at Dad's rough, hard face, or whimper and bite at his stubble-covered chin, or lift my head, stick out my tongue, and lick Dad's chest, leaving sticky stains in my mouth.

Ugh, that posture, that movement, that expression—it's disgusting! Absolutely unbearable to look at! The beauty of my mother, this work of art, isn't just diminished, it's completely lost. Looking at my mother's vile and ugly state, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disgust towards this "work of art": How disgusting my mother is! I hate her so much! I never like you again!

"Oh—oh," Mom's licking deeply stimulated Dad, who thrust even harder. Finally, he pushed Mom's face away, forcefully pressing her down beneath him. At the same time, he lowered his head and took Mom's bright red, coin-sized nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with gurgling sounds. Watching this made me grit my teeth, my mouth watering: Mom's nipple is mine, it's for me to nurse! How dare you, Dad, steal my milk, infringe on my rights! I, I, I!

*Thump—* In the darkness, I could no longer bear Dad tormenting Mom. I grabbed the pillow beside me, intending to throw it at him, but it was pinned down by his knee. Unable to grasp it, I had a sudden inspiration and scrambled to my feet. "Mom, I need to pee!"

"Ouch," Mom, who was grumbling and fussing with Dad, hurriedly pushed him away. "Get down! The child is awake!"

"Damn it," Dad said, rolling away in frustration. Mom, covered in sweat, picked up the spittoon. I, who had no urge to urinate, managed to squeeze out a few drops and pee into Mom's arms. I stroked Mom's body, which Dad had wantonly ravaged, with heartache, and gripped my breast milk bag with resentment.

"Oh, oh," Mom seemed to realize something, as if she had done something wrong, her flushed face pressed against my little face in an ingratiating way: "Oh, oh, son, sleep well, Mommy's holding my baby son so he can sleep soundly!" After a while, Dad, who was still curled up on Mom's other side, thought I was fast asleep and seemed about to continue his misdeeds. Mom slapped Dad's outstretched hand in annoyance: "Get out! From now on, when there are children at home, don't do this!"

Tonight, Dad, who carried me for more than ten miles through the snow, was already snoring loudly. And after Mom's warning, he didn't seem to have any intention of climbing on top of Mom. This made me very happy. Tonight, Mom is beautiful.

"Hehe," listening to Dad's thunderous snoring and seeing me gently stroking my nipple, Mom moaned happily, "Oh—oh, oh—oh, oh—oh," Mom's moans were exactly the same as when Dad was on top of her. I secretly glanced at Mom, and even her expression was exactly the same. I was immediately disgusted: Shameless Mom! I put my fingers together and pinched her hard. Suddenly, Mom cried out, "Oh dear, son, pinch me gently! Look, you've pinched my breasts so hard they're swollen! If I get mastitis, I'll have to have them removed. Then you can touch them all you want!"

With that, Mom pushed my hand away. In the darkness, from the other side of the curtains, I could clearly hear the creaking of the bed, Yu Ganyou's rough breathing, and Aunt Tao's uncontrollable moans: "Huff, huff, huff, huff..."

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

"Son, look," Heh, no need to ask, right now, Cod Liver Oil is probably like Dad, heavily pressed against Aunt Tao, engaged in that filthy act, its incredibly long face buried in Aunt Tao's beautiful face, grunting and munching away. How disgusting! Another work of art being needlessly ruined. Seeing me listening intently, Mom's face flushed, and she pulled the blanket over my head: "Son, sleep, sleep, go to sleep!"

"Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt..."

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

Under my mother's pressure, my body slid down, sinking deep into the blankets. My forehead deliberately rested on my mother's slightly protruding belly, and my chin even touched the tips of the dark hair between her legs. Through the blankets, my mother gently patted the back of my head: "Son, sleep, go to sleep!"

I was wide awake, my bright eyes wide open. Restless, he stared at his mother's crotch, his nostrils darting around, secretly sniffing his mother's all-too-familiar scent. At the same time, he tried to guess what Aunt Tao and Cod Liver Oil were doing behind the curtain, what kind of shameful and sordid things they were doing. Hmph, it was nothing more than like his mother and father, both of them overlapping, one with their thighs spread wide, the other with their buttocks sticking out, humming and moaning.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you!" In the quiet room, Aunt Tao's grumbling was unusually clear: "You idiot, you good-for-nothing! Humph,"

it was clear that Aunt Tao was extremely dissatisfied with the impact and friction of the cod liver oil, groaning incessantly while scolding him coldly, just like a mother scolding her husband in a moment of desperation: "Humph, you good-for-nothing, what are you messing around with up there? Put some effort into it, yes, put some effort into it, you idiot, why are you getting more and more stuck, you don't know how to play at all, making it feel strangely scratchy and itchy inside, put in more effort, put in more effort, put in more effort!"

"Hmph," the scolded cod liver oil was clearly displeased. He'd put in so much effort, but to no avail; he'd only failed to please her. "Hmph, if you think I'm no good, then you, you, find someone else!"

"Divorce!" Aunt Tao retorted without backing down. I vaguely heard a thud, probably Aunt Tao slamming the useless cod liver oil under her. Then came the rustling and tearing of the blankets. "Get out of here! Tomorrow, go to your workplace and get a letter of introduction for a divorce!"

"Hmph, fine, divorce me! I can't live without you!" Cod liver oil searched for something. "Hmm, my pillow!"

"Don't know? Find it yourself!"

"Oh no!" Just as I was listening gleefully, someone lifted the corner of the blanket. I heard Mom grumble in a low voice, "What are you doing! Go away, go away, go away!"

Goodness, it was Dad. The noise from the other side of the curtains woke Dad from his sleep, and at the same time, it aroused his desire. You see, he couldn't stand the loneliness any longer. He climbed off the small cot, and despite Mom's repeated shoving, Dad shamelessly squeezed onto the big wooden bed, lifting Mom's thigh with one hand. Through my mother's tangled, dark hair between her legs, I saw a thick, juicy penis, as thick as a rolling pin, with bulging veins and a shiny black tip: Damn it, Dad's going to use this thing to destroy my artwork again!

Ugh, that annoying Dad, he's going to pound on Mom again. Mom's beauty tonight will be ruined by Dad's big penis. Thinking of this, I was furious and grabbed the big pillow next to me.

"Here—you, pillow!"

Thud—I was about to throw my pillow at my father when, unexpectedly, from the other side of the curtain in the darkness, with Aunt Tao's shout, a huge, heavy pillow whooshed over the curtain and flew straight at my father. Unaware that my father was entangled with my mother, the heavy pillow hit him squarely on the back of the head.

Dad instinctively covered the back of his head and exclaimed in bewilderment, "Oh dear, what's going on! Who did this?!"

(II)

"What are you doing, ah... well, you've really grown up, daring to hit someone, I'll fucking fight you, ow—,"

suddenly, the curtains on the other side started tearing and ripping, immediately breaking the silence of the night. Aunt Tao's shrill cries echoed in the room, even drifting out the window, startling the moon that had been hiding behind the clouds. The round moon grinned and peeked out, silently hovering outside the window, its rays reflecting on the curtains.

I stared with curiosity at the nearly translucent curtain illuminated by the moonlight. I saw Yu Gan You, without uttering a word, swinging his large fist in one hand and grabbing Aunt Tao's short, ear-length hair with the other, angrily pounding at her.

Aunt Tao struggled desperately, like an old hen about to be slaughtered, desperately lunging at her two white, shiny legs: "Ouch... hit me, hit me... if you've got the guts, just kill me! Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The half-naked figures of Yu Gan You and his wife were exaggeratedly projected onto the curtain, like a ridiculously comical shadow play unfolding before my eyes. I covered my face and chuckled.

"Sigh, these two, they're at it again!" Dad turned to the side, picked up the pillow Aunt Tao had thrown at him, sighed deeply, and then slammed on the light. "Sigh, I say, what are you two doing making such a ruckus in the middle of the night! Stop moving, calm down! Hmm."

With that, Dad rolled out of bed, yanked back the curtains, and headed straight for Yu Ganyou, who had started the fight. "Old Yu, what are you doing? Hitting people is wrong! Write me a self-criticism tomorrow at work! Otherwise, I'll report you to the boss for disrespecting women!"

Dad grabbed Yu Ganyou's fist, which was about to strike. Yu Ganyou reluctantly gasped, "Old Zhang, don't mind me, I've been holding back this for a while now, and today, I'm going to teach her a lesson!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Aunt Tao seized the opportunity to slip away, leaning against the bedside, sobbing and muttering as she tidied her messy short hair, "Hey, hey, hey, what right do you have to hit me? Look at you, clumsy as a clumsier, useless at everything. After all these years with you, you can't even produce a seed. We got married in the same year as Old Zhang, but look at Old Zhang, his child is almost in school, but me... Waaaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah..."

"Fine, fine, fine..." Cod liver oil was speechless, breaking free from her father's hand, and angrily grabbed her pants: "I'm incompetent, I can't do it, I'm leaving, I'll give you a place, there are rules, you go find someone capable to plant it! I guarantee you'll plant a golden goose!"

"Eh, eh, eh, fine, I'll leave, I'll have some peace and quiet. Who do you think you are? Besides drawing, what else can you do? If I put you in the kitchen, you'd cut your finger on every vegetable, and you don't even know how much water to put in when cooking rice! I think this lazy, ignorant bookworm should go to a May Seventh Cadre School to participate in productive labor and receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants! Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah..."

"Oh dear, oh dear," Dad tugged at his cod liver oil pants, "Old Yu, look at you, throwing a tantrum again, aren't you? You know Old Tao's temper, she's just a bit of a chatterbox. When she gets angry, it's a storm, but then she's fine, nothing's wrong! Hey, hey..."

Dad then turned to the incessantly chattering Aunt Tao. He sat down very naturally next to her, his eager gaze fixed on her like an older brother's. Aunt Tao, like a wronged little sister, started sobbing even more sadly, "Alright, alright, stop crying."

Dad raised his palm and gently, but with ulterior motives, slapped Aunt Tao's fair thigh, making a crisp "smack, smack" sound. It made me cringe: My lecherous father, isn't he taking advantage of Aunt Tao's distress?

"This machine gun, once it starts firing, it just won't stop, hey," Dad said, nonchalantly patting Aunt Tao's thigh in front of the cod liver oil, while feigning concern, "Can't you just shut up? Please, I'm begging you! Please, my dear great-grandmother!"

"He's really something, daring to hit me," Aunt Tao wiped away tears, placing her white hand on Dad's shoulder, her white leg intentionally brushing against him, "Old Zhang, I absolutely can't live with him anymore!"

"Alright, alright... what's the big deal? Rain falls from the sky and flows on the ground, couples fight but don't hold grudges," Dad's gaze, filled with uncontrollable lust, swept over Aunt Tao's barely concealed chest. "If you hadn't kept nagging and angered Old Yu, would he have hit someone? Old Yu is such an honest man, he wouldn't even dare to get up after being pushed down!"

"But, no matter what, hitting someone is wrong," Mom said, feeling uncomfortable seeing Dad and Aunt Tao so intimate. She put on her shirt and trousers, and, looking over the curtain, unsure how to react to Dad and Aunt Tao's lewd behavior, simply pointed at the still-angry Cod Liver Oil and said, "Old Yu, hurry up and apologize to Old Tao!"

"Hmph~" Cod liver oil seemed indifferent to everything around him, perhaps used to it, perhaps oblivious, perhaps unfazed, or perhaps numb. Hearing his mother's words, he suddenly frowned, like a stubborn child, and ridiculously turned his long face: "Hmph, apologize to her? No way!"

"Old Yu," his mother stepped forward and grabbed Cod liver oil's arm, as if to protest to his father: You're intimate with Old Tao, so I dare to be intimate with Old Yu! The mother deliberately pressed her soft body against Yu Ganyou's, and not only that, she grabbed Yu Ganyou's ear and twisted it lightly: "Old Yu, you're not just apologizing to Old Tao, you're apologizing to all women! Now that men and women are equal, we can no longer treat women like the evil old society, where they were treated as private property, scolded and beaten at will!"

"No, no, I just won't apologize! I'd rather die than apologize!"

No matter how hard her mother tried—leaning against her, giving her flirtatious glances, tugging at her ear, trying to persuade her with sweet words, or trying to convince her with earnest words—Yuganyou seemed determined. She was like a gentleman who remained unmoved by a beautiful woman's advances, or a revolutionary martyr who would rather die than submit. No matter how you tried to reason with her, she just wouldn't bow her head and apologize.

Helpless, to ease the awkward situation and to stop Dad from taking liberties with Aunt Tao, Mom let go of the cod liver oil, grabbed Aunt Tao's hand, and said, "Ignore him. He's ungrateful and stubborn. If he wants to stand there, then stand there until dawn. I'm not going to bother with him anymore. Old Tao, come on, let's go to my bed and sleep. As long as he doesn't apologize, I'll let him get away with it!"

"Hmm~" Aunt Tao agreed, straightened her short bra that revealed her navel, and with her long, sexy white legs that were even longer than Mom's, she stepped over the curtain without hesitation and sat down on the big bed that belonged to Mom and me.

Mom lifted the quilt, wrapped herself in her clothes, and lay down at the innermost part of the bed. I squeezed between Mom and Aunt Tao, my cold body enjoying the warmth of the two mature women. Seeing that the cod liver oil was no longer running away and was still standing listlessly on the cold floor, Dad hurriedly gave me a few words of advice before irresponsibly returning to his cot, pulling the curtains back up, snapping off the light, and then crawling under the quilt. Dad's cot was right next to the big bed, very close to Aunt Tao lying beside it.

Given what had just happened, I was really worried. In the darkness, Dad and Aunt Tao might even reach out to each other, and... and... and... Thinking of this, my drowsiness vanished. I remained highly alert, secretly watching my father and Aunt Tao, determined to see if they were doing anything shameful. However, after only a few minutes, my father started snoring again, whether genuinely or not, even louder than before, making the window frame creak.

Based on my years of experience monitoring my father, I firmly believed that he was faking sleep to lull my mother into a false sense of security. Like father, like son, I imitated my father, showing no signs of sleepiness, but deliberately making soft, even snoring sounds.

"Hehe," the two women were wide awake, turning to face each other, eyes locked, whispering amongst themselves. The topic was nothing more than matters between men and women: "Hehe, hey, how long can your old Zhang last?"

The quick-witted Aunt Tao asked Mom directly. Mom blushed slightly, unsure how to answer, only smiling at Aunt Tao with a complex expression that seemed to be silently thinking: You probably know better than I how long my old Zhang can last.

"My husband, Lao Yu, is such a hopeless jerk!" Seeing her mother smile without answering, Aunt Tao continued, "Every time we have sex, he'll just slip in, go a few strokes, get me all aroused, and then he'll groan and be done with it. Can you believe it? Everyone says I get impatient with him! Anyone would be impatient, and you'd be even more impatient!"

"Hehe," her mother muttered casually, "What's the point of always bringing that up? It's just that little thing, isn't it annoying? I don't want to go a month without it!"

"I can't do that," Aunt Tao confessed. "Tell me what's wrong with me? I'm so interested in sex, it's like a person has to eat every day. I think about sex every single day, and if I don't have it for a day, I get anxious, like I haven't done something important. During the day at work, I'm listless and forgetful!"

"Hehe," Mom asked sarcastically, "Is it that serious? Is sex really that great? Are you that energetic about it?"

"So energetic, so energetic," Aunt Tao said with relish. "Every time we have sex, I lie flat on my back, and my whole body and mind completely relax. My legs are spread wide, it's so relaxing. When Lao Yu's penis moves inside me, the feeling, the comfort, it's indescribable. My mind goes blank, and I forget all the worries from work during the day. My body feels light and airy, like I'm riding on a cloud. If it weren't for Lao Yu on top..." "If you press me down, I might just fly to heaven. I've never smoked opium, but sex is definitely more pleasurable than that!"

Aunt Tao became more and more excited as she spoke, and in her excitement, she shamelessly raised one leg, which trembled instinctively, completely immersed in her endless fantasies. Looking at Aunt Tao's lewd behavior, Mom yawned and flattened her body dismissively: "Really? You make it sound like magic!"

"Hey, why don't you believe me? I'm asking you, did you have an orgasm?"

"What's an climax? I don't know!" Mom pretended not to understand, intentionally teasing Aunt Tao. The outspoken Aunt Tao, oblivious, said, "An climax, an climax is when the phone rings, inside, it's a tight, a throbbing sensation, it's...it's..." Aunt Tao, with her science background, finally realized her lack of eloquence: "It's...it's...how do I say it? I know what it is, but I can't express it. My Chinese is terrible; I almost didn't graduate!"

Since she couldn't express it accurately verbally... Aunt Tao, with her ample body undulating, demonstrated to Mom, "That's it! Oh, oh, it feels so good!"

Aunt Tao recklessly wiggled her hips, her chest and abdomen scraping against my body. In my dazed state, I felt a hard, pointed head occasionally brushing against my buttocks through Aunt Tao's thin panties. At the same time, Aunt Tao raised her thighs even more wantonly, moaning and groaning as she demonstrated to Mom what an "orgasm" was.

I shifted my body, turning my face towards Aunt Tao's crotch. Ah, Dad's hand had somehow slipped under the covers and was now sneakily rummaging inside Aunt Tao's crotch.

While enjoying her father's caresses, the sexually aroused Aunt Tao secretly slipped her hand under the covers, presumably grasping his penis. "Ah, just like that," she said.

In the darkness, Aunt Tao's hand quietly manipulated her father's penis, the thick quilt heaving silently, sometimes forming a mound, sometimes a shallow depression. "Yes, yes, just like that, that means the climax is coming!"

"Hehe," her mother, lying flat at the far end of the bed, seemed oblivious to Aunt Tao and her father's lewdness. Her eyes were slightly closed, unwilling to watch Aunt Tao's oblivious lewdness any longer. "Hehe, it really looks like that! I think you could totally make a pornographic film!"

"Hey, don't sleep!" Aunt Tao rubbed and squeezed Dad's penis while patting Mom's shoulder, refusing to let her sleep. "Don't sleep, I haven't finished talking yet!"

"Sigh," Mom yawned again, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "It's so late, what's there to talk about? Go to sleep!"

"No, I want to talk more!" Married for many years but still unable to conceive, Aunt Tao was naturally troubled by this. As they talked, the topic naturally turned to how to conceive. Aunt Tao lowered her voice and said, "Tell me, does a woman's ability to get pregnant have anything to do with the size of a man's penis?"

"Well," Mom hesitated, not answering for a long time. Aunt Tao continued, "My husband's chickens are very small. When we first got married, we responded to the Party's call, and also, in order to achieve something at work, we decided to postpone having children for a few years. We use condoms during sex. Guess what size my husband uses?"

"I don't know," Mom shook her head. Aunt Tao then asked, "And your husband, Zhang, what size does he use?"

Damn it! I cursed inwardly: Shameless Aunt Tao, what are you pretending to be so righteous for? You probably know better than my mother how big my dad's penis is and what size condom he uses. The facts are right in front of you, isn't my dad's penis in your palm? Why am I pretending to be confused?

"The large size," Mom casually gestured with her finger, "the biggest kind."

"Wow," Aunt Tao exclaimed, "Wow, Old Zhang's penis is huge!"

"Yeah," Mom nodded, "Once, I went to get condoms, but the logistics department gave me the wrong pack—a small one. I didn't notice, and Old Zhang couldn't put it on. But he insisted on having sex, so he forced it on. It broke after only a few thrusts. Because of that, I unexpectedly got pregnant and had to have a D&C. It hurt so much! After that, whenever I got condoms, I paid special attention to the size; I always got the largest one!"

"Tsk tsk," Aunt Tao clicked her tongue enviously, her grip on the penis tightening even more. "Tsk tsk, your old Zhang is really something. He's not that tall, but his penis is huge. Sigh, my old Yu is tall and strong, but you probably won't believe it, his penis is tiny. We have to use a small one for sex."

"But," Mom said, "penis size doesn't really have much to do with pregnancy, does it? Medical books say that as long as a man can ejaculate normally and his sperm is healthy, pregnancy isn't a big problem. Maybe your vagina is short and can't hold the semen. After sex, the semen just slips out quickly!"

"No, that's not right," Aunt Tao replied very seriously, "My vagina is not short at all, it's very long. In all these years of marriage, every time we have sex, Lao Yu's penis head has never reached the end. Let me tell you," Aunt Tao pretended to be mysterious and brought her face closer to her mother to prove that her vagina was long enough.

"I've also gotten the wrong condom before. So, during sex, the large condom just slipped off Lao Yu's penis, haha. But I was too embarrassed to change it. It would be so embarrassing if people knew Lao Yu's penis was so small, almost like a teenager's. I had no choice but to make do. The condom was so loose on Lao Yu's penis that he had to hold the top of it down, otherwise it would fall into my vagina.

But Lao Yu, everyone says I'm always getting impatient with him. He's really useless at everything. Even when I asked him to hold the condom down, he..." "I was just fiddling with it a few times, and somehow, maybe I was too excited, my fingers slipped, and the condom slid all the way into my vagina! Oh no, what am I going to do? I panicked, and Lao Yu was dumbfounded too. He hurriedly reached out to grab it,

but his fingers couldn't reach it. My vagina is so long! Lao Yu could only reach halfway. He had no choice but to find some tweezers and fiddled with it inside my vagina for a long time before finally managing to grab the condom and carefully pull it out. As a result, the tweezers ruptured my cervix, causing inflammation and pus! I had to take penicillin for half a month!"

"Hehe," Mom smiled, "Your vagina is really long. I've had condoms that burst and slipped inside me too, but I can just stick my finger in and pull it out easily!"

"So, I think the problem still lies with Lao Yu. Lao Yu's penis is too short and too small," Aunt Tao said, her disappointment with Cod Liver Oil's penis evident. "Maybe it's because his penis is too short, and my vagina is too long, so every time he ejaculates, his semen can't reach the very end, and it all just flows out, a complete waste. And all these years, I still haven't gotten pregnant!"

Goodness, I thought to myself: Aunt Tao, you can't put all the blame for not being able to get pregnant for so many years on Cod Liver Oil! Look at how intimate you and Dad are, still holding onto his penis and refusing to let go. You and Dad have been doing *that* for a long time. If Cod Liver Oil doesn't work, or his penis is too short...

But what about my dad? You know that Daddy's penis is big. Daddy has successfully shaped me, but he hasn't achieved anything with you. What does that mean? It means that Aunt Tao, you're not good enough, your own soil is not good enough. No matter how good the seeds you sow, no seedlings will grow!

Although your vagina is thin and long, and you are proud of it, it has no valuable treasures. It is all show and no substance, like a large but empty vein of ore. No matter how hard your father, who is a professional in mineral processing, tries to dig and screen, he will never get the long-desired deposit. He can only helplessly return it to your husband, who is a professional in tailings, for disposal, which is what your father calls using it as a toilet.

"Semen leakage might be related to difficulty conceiving, as the semen can't reach the uterus smoothly. But this problem is easy to solve," Mom suggested. "After intercourse, put a pillow under your buttocks so that your vaginal opening faces upwards, and the semen won't flow back out! My friends did this, and they all got pregnant smoothly."

"Hey, it's no use!" Aunt Tao denied. "This method is too old. I've tried it many times. I even use pillows during intercourse, two if one isn't enough. Not a single drop of semen flows back out, but I still can't get pregnant. I've thought about it for many years, and the problem lies with Lao Yu's penis. Because his penis is too short, the semen can only be ejaculated into the center of my vagina. Then, it all depends on the sperm's own efforts to swim to the very end. But the sperm die of exhaustion before even reaching the cervix, so how can I get pregnant!"

Humph, pshaw! I spat angrily, deeply indignant on behalf of the cod liver oil: "Cod liver oil's penis is short; his sperm dies before it even reaches its destination. But Dad's extra-large penis is so long! His sperm would definitely reach your cervix. However, you still can't get pregnant. Stop blaming the innocent cod liver oil; the problem lies with you. Like I said, your 'ore vein' is worthless, no matter how much semen the cod liver oil and Dad contribute, there will be no return. If I were cod liver oil, I'd make a clean break immediately—divorce! Get rid of him!"

"Oh dear, what's going on!" Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled when Mom screamed and sat up abruptly. Aunt Tao, thinking Mom had discovered her stroking Dad's penis, also screamed in alarm. Dad quickly pulled his hand away from Aunt Tao's crotch. I, hidden under the covers, secretly cheered: "Great, Mom's found out about your shameful affair! This is going to be a good show!" Ah, what an unforgettable day!

"Oh no!" To my surprise, Mom ignored Aunt Tao and didn't yell at Dad. Instead, she grabbed a roll of toilet paper, jumped off the bed with a thud, and rushed towards the door in her slippers without looking back: "Something's wrong, she's on her period!"

"Hehe," Aunt Tao sighed and chuckled, "I was so sleepy just now. If you hadn't chatted with me, I would have fallen asleep and made a mess of the bed. How would you have cleaned it then? Hehe!"

In the darkness, the sound of a door closing quickly came from inside. Because it was an office building, there was only one public restroom per floor, and it was located at the very end of the corridor. As his frail mother trudged through the dark, cold corridor, the father, who had been feigning sleep, saw an opportunity. He could no longer restrain himself and finally became restless. Hearing his mother's footsteps fade into the distance, he abruptly threw off the covers and pounced on Aunt Tao. Aunt Tao, with unprecedented enthusiasm, opened her arms wide and called out to him in a dreamy, soft voice, "Old Zhang! Come on!"

"Darling," Aunt Tao pushed aside the quilt and plopped it down on my head. I wasn't about to miss this chance to witness the spectacle. While Dad and Aunt Tao were whispering and entwined together, I quietly lifted the quilt, my curious eyes wide open: Hehe, look, that lecherous Dad must be taking advantage of Mom's period in the public restroom to have his way with the sexually active but forever infertile Aunt Tao!

Dad and Aunt Tao were tightly embracing, breathing heavily, calling each other's names affectionately and kissing passionately. Dad's stubble-covered cheeks scraped against Aunt Tao's flushed face, while Aunt Tao wrapped her arms around Dad's neck, her wet red tongue greedily sucking and nibbling at his stubble: "Ah, Old Zhang, I've missed you so much! Oops, it's prickly, you should shave!"

"Darling," after a brief but passionate kiss, Dad pushed away from Aunt Tao's embrace, impatiently pulling down his underwear, his thick, hard penis, already rubbed by Aunt Tao, thrusting straight towards her.

Seeing this, Aunt Tao reached out and gently grasped the large penis that her father had given her. She tossed her short, disheveled hair, ruffled by the cod liver oil, lowered her head, and simultaneously opened her lips wide, taking her father's hard penis into her mouth and sucking it vigorously. "Ugh, Lao Zhang, give it to me, give it to me quickly… give me your penis, ugh, ugh, ugh…"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…"

Her father, naked from the waist down, stood excitedly by the bed, his glistening penis, covered in Aunt Tao's saliva, thrusting joyfully into her mouth. "Oh, oh, so good, so good, oh, oh…"

"Quickly," Aunt Tao said, savoring the moment before spitting out her father's large penis. She braced herself against the bed, her body, clad only in a short-sleeved shirt, arching backward. Ah, this was a rare opportunity, a chance not to be missed. If you're going to do something good, you must seize every opportunity! Aunt Tao gazed at her father with unbridled lust, her long legs stretched high, calling out to him with unbearable hunger, "Old Zhang, come here quickly, fuck me! If you don't seize this opportunity now, there won't be any more time!"

"Honey, I'm here," Dad said, deftly pulling off Aunt Tao's underwear. In the darkness, he raised his hand and flung the underwear onto the bed with a thud. It landed right in front of me with a rustling sound, and instantly, a pungent, fishy smell assaulted my nostrils: Ugh, so disgusting!

Despite the pungent odor, I still reached out with curiosity and secretly grabbed Aunt Tao's panties. The bottom of the panties was already wet. Without a doubt, this was evidence left by Dad's wanton groping of Aunt Tao's crotch when Mom wasn't looking. I gently touched the wet area with my palm, and the sticky, lustful fluid immediately covered my palm. Hearing Aunt Tao's lewd moans, I stretched my nostrils upward and sniffed my palm very carefully: Wow, my God!

I hadn't smelled it before, but when I did, the intense odor, like hot oil frying dried chili peppers, almost suffocated me. My head shook uncontrollably a few times, my vision went black, and two streams of tears rolled down my cheeks: My God, what is this smell? It's a hundred times spicier than chili oil! This kind of vagina can kill even the strongest and healthiest sperm! My Aunt Tao, if you can get pregnant, it will truly be a miracle!

Soon, I regained my senses, but my head still throbbed slightly, as if I had accidentally eaten incredibly spicy dried chili peppers. After the intense stimulation, there was a long period of numbness.

Looking at my palms, smeared with secretions resembling chili oil from Aunt Tao, I couldn't help but think of my mother's scent. I had secretly sniffed her underwear after she had just changed; the smell was fresh yet slightly astringent, like those small, orange-segment-shaped candies my mother often bought for me—sweet yet sour, the more you sucked on them, the more you savored them! Ah, in this world, there is no better scent than my mother's—delicious and refreshing, soothing and phlegm-reducing!

"Darling," Dad said, lifting Aunt Tao by the calves and thrusting his hips forward. His incredibly hot cock proudly plunged into what Aunt Tao described as an unfathomably deep vagina, slurping and pulling it out with a hissing sound. "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

Dad sighed contentedly, his face tilted upwards, savoring the unusually spicy, deep, and long vagina of Aunt Tao. "Darling, it feels so good to be inside your vagina. My cock doesn't even go all the way in, it still doesn't reach the end. Ah, what a long vagina!"

I thought gleefully to myself: Silly Dad, you dare to mess with something so spicy? Be careful you don't burn your cock!

"Hehe..." Aunt Tao, upon hearing this, obediently stuck out her plump buttocks, while simultaneously spreading her thighs even more lasciviously, her fuzzy private parts thrusting forward with all her might, eagerly welcoming her father's thrusts: "Hehe... like this, like this it can go all the way in! Hehe... Old Zhang, stop dawdling in the middle, push it in!"

"Hmm," Dad responded, slowing the frequency of his thrusts. His entire large penis slowly entered Aunt Tao's long vagina, and at the same time, he held his breath, thrusting the head of his penis against her vagina as hard as possible.

"Ah—" Aunt Tao sighed deeply, gripping Dad's thighs tightly with both hands: "Yes, yes, that's best, ah, Lao Zhang, the head of your penis is touching my clitoris, move it a little, rub my clitoris harder, yes, that's it, ah, good, great, a little harder, yes, rub my clitoris harder, ah, ah,"

Aunt Tao still gripped Dad's thighs, smugly In her ecstasy, she let out frequent, low "ah, ah!" sounds, while her thighs twisted grotesquely. Under her father's strong and fierce thrusts, her body trembled uncontrollably. Gradually, a snow-white knee moved in front of my eyes. Her delicate thigh, with fine hairs glistening in the moonlight, rubbed against the corner of the blanket, while the inside of her thigh hissed and sizzled.

Finally, Dad was no longer satisfied with this weak grinding. He pushed away Aunt Tao's hands and quickly pulled out his large penis, which had been hidden in her vagina for so long. With a soft "plop," Aunt Tao's suddenly empty vagina made a sickeningly sweet sound. Immediately afterward, a hot, pungent odor, exactly like that of her underwear, wafted from under Aunt Tao's plump buttocks and went straight into my nostrils. I shuddered again: Wow, so fishy, so smelly, so pungent!

"Old Zhang, what are you doing? Come on," Aunt Tao stared at her father with considerable disappointment. His neglected vagina was pitifully open, the two fleshy labia hanging limply. Aunt Tao thought her father was afraid of being caught by her mother and wanted to slip away before he was done. She pulled at her father with one hand and put the other to her lips, looking at him with pleading eyes: "Old Zhang, don't be afraid. She's just back so quickly. Women get their periods, it's troublesome. She'll have time to deal with it. Come on, fuck me a few more times. I just got my period, but you don't want to do it anymore!"

"Who said I wasn't going to do it anymore?" Dad took a deep breath, gripped his large penis, and assumed a ready-to-go-back stance. "I didn't say I wasn't going to do it! I just don't want you holding me like that. I like to fuck you hard, not just wriggle around inside!" "

Ah," before the words were even finished, Dad's dripping penis aimed at Aunt Tao's vagina and thrust in with unusual ferocity. Aunt Tao moaned softly, looking at Dad with satisfaction. After Dad pulled his penis out again, Aunt Tao reached out her finger, dipped the tip in the secretions on the head of Dad's penis, and shamelessly put it in her mouth, sucking it loudly. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, Lao Zhang, I love you so much, I love everything about you!"

"Hehe," Dad grinned, his shiny cock head thrusting into Aunt Tao's vagina once more. Aunt Tao groaned again, and shamelessly, she took the secretions clinging to the base of Dad's cock, the thick black hair, and sucked on it, her lips smacking like a begging pet dog: "Oh, oh, so good, so comfortable, Lao Zhang, fuck me harder, yes, um, fuck me to death!"

Dad's large hands pressed hard against Aunt Tao's inner thighs, his thick, long cock thrusting in and out of her frequently. Each time, the penis was pulled out completely and then pushed back in completely. With each insertion, Aunt Tao would moan, whether real or not, as the penis rapidly entered and exited. Her vagina would also make obscene, crisp sounds. The two labia majora rolled over ridiculously, slapping and slapping against Dad's big penis. Dad took a breath, gritted his teeth, and thrust hard. Then, he pulled his buttocks back, and his big penis quickly withdrew. Aunt Tao's vagina was suddenly empty, and once again, a suffocating stench wafted out.

"Old Zhang," Aunt Tao seemed dissatisfied with this method of play. Her long vagina especially enjoyed the grinding of a large penis, but she didn't dare to insist on her own opinion and force Dad. From Aunt Tao's servile gaze, I could tell she desperately needed Dad's large penis: "Is this way of fucking good?"

"Good," Dad thrust again, answering proudly, "I love this way of fucking the most. I close my eyes, and every time I enter, there's an unexpected surprise and an unusual feeling! Every time I enter, it's like fucking a new, unfamiliar cunt..." After saying that, Dad indeed closed his eyes, aimed the head of his penis at Aunt Tao's vagina, and thrust it in with a whoosh: "Ah, I've fucked a new cunt again!"

"Hehe," Aunt Tao playfully punched Dad's chest with her fist, "Old Zhang, you're such a flirt, such a lecher! If you became emperor, you'd have more concubines in your harem than any emperor in history! Hehe," thump,

thump, thump, the two were shamelessly committing their lewd acts when they heard Mom's familiar footsteps in the corridor. Dad hurriedly pulled out his large penis: "Oh no, she's back!"

"Sigh," Aunt Tao sighed in disappointment, never satisfied. She stared blankly as her father crawled into the cold blankets on the cot. His legs, which had been numb from his massage, were still spread apart, and his mouth was still filled with the sauce his father had given him.

(I)

My childhood was spent entirely in a state of constant wandering. Because my parents were frequently transferred for work, I was constantly on the go, shuttling between different cities. Countless precious moments were wasted meaninglessly on the clattering railway lines. In the spring, my father was still working in Liaoyang. In the summer, he was transferred to Anshan. Just as autumn began, my grandmother told me that my father had inexplicably been transferred to Shenyang.

"Xiao Li." I remember it was the morning of the winter solstice. I was playing with my aunt in my grandmother's yard when a strange man who looked like an intellectual pushed open the gate and walked slowly towards me, braving the strong cold wind. I stood up and stared at him blankly. He was of medium height and not particularly handsome, especially his long, irritating face, which I found utterly repulsive.

As soon as he approached me, the intellectual's long face remained expressionless, but his cold hand gently patted the top of my head: "Little guy, if I'm not mistaken, you're Xiao Li, right?"

"Yes," I nodded, and asked the intellectual, "Uncle, who are you?"

"I'm your father's comrade, my name is Yu Ganxiu! Xiao Li, is that your grandma?"

"You're looking for my mom!" The old aunt pointed to the house in a heavy Liaoning accent and said, "My mom's cooking in the house!"

"Oh," the long-faced man turned around and walked towards the house. Looking at his large, bulky clothes and clumsy gait, my aunt playfully gestured to me with her own face, red and purple from the cold: "Oh my goodness, this long face is so long! You probably couldn't touch its end all night!"

"Hehe," I thought this intellectual was not only incredibly funny-looking, but his nickname was even stranger: "Hehe, Yu Ganxiu! Why not just call him Cod Liver Oil!"

"Haha," my aunt laughed knowingly: "Cod Liver Oil, fun! Cod Liver Oil, interesting!"

"Little Lizi, come inside!" Grandma waved her cornmeal-covered arms, beckoning me into the house. The repulsive-looking Cod Liver Oil sat blankly at the eight-immortal table, his large hand, which had touched the top of my head, fidgeting aimlessly on the surface.

"Little Lizi," Grandma said, pulling my hand and pointing to Cod Liver Oil's broad, wall-like back, "Uncle Yu wants to take you home. Are you going?"

"Yes," I readily replied. Actually, I didn't want to go home; I preferred playing with my aunt. However, I had a secret purpose. I especially loved traveling by train; it was always a very interesting experience, and each trip brought an unexpected surprise. "Grandma, shall we go to Shenyang again? I'll go!"

"What Shenyang?" Grandma curled her lip. "Your father was transferred again; he's no longer in Shenyang!"

"Oh, where did Dad go this time?"

"Harbin," Grandma muttered disdainfully, "That wretched place! It's freezing cold! Grandson, we're not going! It's so much better at Grandma's house. Why go there and freeze?"

"But," Yu Ganyou chuckled, "Auntie, if I don't pick up Xiaoli and bring him back, how am I supposed to explain it to Old Zhang!"

"Harbin, where is it?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked my grandmother anxiously, "Grandma, where is Harbin? Is it farther than Shenyang? Is it colder there?"

"Oh," Grandma sighed with deep feeling, "Harbin is far, far north of Shenyang, all the way to the border. Back in the Manchukuo era, I did some small-time business there. The wind was so fierce as soon as I got off the train, almost like a knife! The weather was so cold, you could freeze to death!"

"North of Shenyang, so far, so very far! I'll go, Grandma, I'll go!" Hearing Grandma's story, a sense of curiosity compelled me to resolutely refuse to give up this long journey: "Grandma, I want to go, I want to go to Harbin!"

"This child," Grandma sighed helplessly. After my insistence and Cod Liver Oil's insistence, she reluctantly began to pack my things. Cod Liver Oil, who had been facing away from Grandma the whole time, slowly stood up and took Grandma's bundle: "Auntie, it's getting late, I should go!"

Sitting on the speeding train, Cod Liver Oil sat upright with a long face, not saying a word. I leaned my head against the window and, with the sunlight streaming in, secretly glanced at this eccentric and taciturn Cod Liver Oil. Only after she took off her bulky clothes did I see Cod Liver Oil's true face.

Although Yu Ganyou was tall, he was pitifully thin. His withered arms were covered in bulging, menacing veins that seemed ready to burst through his skin at any moment.

Yu Ganyou's skin was even darker than his father's, and completely dry, as if devoid of any moisture. His bony body looked as if wrapped in a tattered, wrinkled piece of parchment. What puzzled me even more was Yu Ganyou's long, angular face; his thin features looked as if they had been cleanly sliced by a sharp blade.

Seeing that Cod Liver Oil remained silent, I was incredibly bored. To break the awkward silence, I shouted, "Uncle, I need to pee!"

"Oh, come on," Cod Liver Oil hurriedly got up and led me to the end of the carriage. After a while, I shouted again, "Uncle, I'm thirsty!"

"Oh, I'll get some water!" Cod Liver Oil brought over some hot water and silently placed it in front of me. He still had a stern face, his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

"It's noon," Cod Liver Oil raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and finally spoke up, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes!"

"Come on," Cod Liver Oil gestured for me to climb onto his broad back, then, with great effort, squeezed through the crowd, walked through carriage after carriage, and finally, covered in sweat, carried me into the dining car. He wiped the sweat from his brow and ordered a plate of fragrant stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts and two bowls of steaming rice. We sat facing each other, silently stuffing our stomachs with the food.

After putting down my chopsticks, when I turned my head to the train window again, everything outside was a vast expanse of white. The

rolling earth shimmered blindingly in the sunlight. The faster the train sped along, the fewer towns appeared on either side of the railway, making the scenery increasingly monotonous and the feeling of utter exhaustion even stronger. Occasionally, an unnamed little village would appear on the snow-covered wasteland, with wisps of smoke rising from its low mud-brick houses—a truly dreary and desolate sight!

Late at night, the train, no longer speeding along, came to a stop, panting, on the snow-covered platform. My father, wearing a military overcoat, took me from Yuzhao's back and carefully put a cotton hat on me. "Whoosh—" A gust of cold wind hit my face, and I shivered involuntarily, my face stinging as if cut by knives. "Wow, it's so cold!"

"Here," my father said, taking off his overcoat and draping it over me. "Yes, Harbin is the coldest city in all of China!"

"Dad," I looked up, taking his hand, and asked, "What kind of work will you do in Harbin?"

"He, hehe," before my father could answer, the usually taciturn Yuzhao suddenly interrupted, "What else can your father do? He'll just be playing with broken stones everywhere!"

"Hmph," Dad said defiantly to the cod liver oil, "Hmph, that's right, I'm in the mining business, to put it bluntly, all I do all day is play with broken stones. But, Lao Yu, you're not even as good as me, your profession, to put it bluntly, is researching toilets!"

"Oh," upon hearing Dad's sarcasm, the cod liver oil suddenly stopped, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

"Hehe, Dad," I glanced at the cod liver oil and asked, puzzled, "What, your design institute has a toilet department?"

"Yes," Dad nodded seriously, "Of course! Your Uncle Yu works in the toilet department, but he doesn't research ordinary toilets. He specializes in researching toilets for waste ore. In other words, the waste ore that Dad has processed and has no mining value is sent to the tailings department. Your Uncle Yu works in that department, researching how to handle this waste ore. So, son, isn't your Uncle Yu researching toilets? Hehe!"

"Oh, I see!"

"..."

It was already midnight when I first arrived in Harbin. The buses had long since stopped running, and my father and father took turns carrying me on their backs, struggling through the blinding snow powder on the quiet streets. My face was frozen solid, turning into red apples, and my breath steamed, quickly turning the liner of my cotton hat into two streaks of white frost.

I shivered as I clung to my father's back, wiping the frost from my eyebrows, and faced the biting wind, my eyes filled with curiosity as I looked around this unfamiliar northern ice city.

The biggest difference between Harbin and Anshan and Shenyang is that the crisscrossing streets are lined with one strange and unusual building after another, and many of these buildings have a giant onion dome on top. This reminded me of a scene from Lenin in October: "Dad, the streets of Harbin look like St. Petersburg!" Before I could

finish speaking, the cold wind picked up, and I covered my numb face, suddenly remembering my grandmother's words. I sighed deeply, "Ah, this damn place is freezing cold!"

"Hehe," Cod Liver Oil, humiliated by his father for supposedly studying toilets, couldn't help but laugh out loud. "This little rascal! So naughty!"

Passing a strangely shaped building and two glaring tram tracks, we came face to face with a gloomy office building, but instead of an onion top, it had a tall, square tower on its head.

"Alright, we're here," Dad raised his chin and grumbled at the gatehouse, "We're home! We're home!"

In the dim light of the streetlamp, I noticed a rectangular iron plaque nailed to the gatepost—No. 7, Peony Street!

"We're home, we're home!"

With that, Dad lifted his foot and carried me into the monster's dark, gloomy belly. We passed through the cold, eerie hall, circled the narrow corridor, and climbed the creaking wooden stairs. There, in front of us, was another narrow corridor. In the dim light, stood a mature woman in her thirties.

She was tall, standing at 1.68 meters, draped in a heavy, thick blue wool coat; her long, freshly washed hair cascaded casually over her delicate shoulders, shimmering with a damp sheen; the steamy air gave her pretty face a fiery, pale pinkish-red glow; her full, smooth, and high-set body was clad in a thin, milky-white bra; her two long, muscular, slightly hairy thighs were encased in incredibly sexy, bright red elastic trousers, which provocatively hugged a pair of buttocks that would make any man drool. Ah, what a captivating and insatiable beauty!

When I appeared at the end of the corridor, the beauty's face immediately lit up with joy. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, her lips parted slightly to reveal two rows of perfectly aligned, clean teeth, and her fair face blossomed like a delicate flower. The beauty couldn't help but strut her flushed legs, and at the same time, she lovingly opened her arms to me.

"Mom—Mom!" I called out passionately, clinging to my father's back. The chill that had gripped me vanished instantly. Ah, Mom! My dearest mother was joyfully rushing towards me: "Mom—Mom!"

"Oh—oh!" Mom pounced on me, her warm arms encircling my face, and with a loud smack, she planted a big kiss on me. "Ah—oh, my eldest son, I've missed you so much! Smack, let Mom give you a good kiss!"

"Alright—okay," Dad panted, bending down and plopping me down in front of Mom with a thud. His expression was like that of a weary postman delivering expensive goods to an extremely demanding customer. "Here you go. If you want to kiss me, come inside and kiss me slowly. Sigh, this whole ordeal has finally brought your precious son home. This journey has been exhausting! This kid, he's so heavy!"

"Son, you must be freezing on the way here. Come inside and warm up," Mom said excitedly, leading me into a large, spacious room with a high ceiling, though it was old and dilapidated. Because the room was so empty, Mom's clear voice lingered in the air for a long time.

I looked up at the high ceiling, where a single incandescent light hung forlornly, radiating a dazzling light. The snow-white walls emitted a slightly pungent smell of asphalt, while the heavy red pine floor exuded a faint smell of paint. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust.

I glanced around discreetly. On the east and west sides of the large room, there was a large bed on each side. On the west bed, a woman sat gracefully, more voluptuous, prettier, and more alluring than my mother. My mother pointed to the woman on the west bed and said to me, "Son, this is your Aunt Tao!"

"Hehe," the woman, whom my mother called Aunt Tao, happily got up and walked towards me with a smile. A strong fragrance immediately wafted into my nostrils: "Hello, little one!"

Like my mother, Aunt Tao was also tall and slender, with a full and beautiful figure. Her skin was even whiter and smoother than my mother's, showing a delicate, healthy pale pink hue. Aunt Tao had a thick, glossy head of shoulder-length hair, and her exquisitely beautiful oval face was flushed with a charming pink hue. Her large, captivating eyes, set deep in their sockets, sparkled with an alluring light.

Aunt Tao held my hand, praising me incessantly: "Ah, what a handsome little man! Those eyebrows and eyes, they really look like his father, Old Zhang! Hehe, when he grows up, he'll definitely be a little rascal who can seduce girls, hehe!"

I stared blankly at Aunt Tao, then glanced at Yu Ganyou, thinking to myself: That ugly Yu Ganyou, yet he married such a beautiful woman; the ways of the world are truly unbelievable!

"Hey, I said," Dad blushed slightly and urged a little embarrassedly, "It's already past midnight, everyone should go to sleep. If you want to chat, you can chat tomorrow!" After saying that, Dad yawned, raised his arm, and pulled a curtain over with a whoosh. Only then did I notice that the huge room was actually occupied by two families, simply separated by a curtain. The west side of the curtain belonged to Aunt Tao and Yuganyou's family; while the east side of the curtain was my new home in Harbin!

"Son, come here," Mom pulled me to the bedside, pointing to the thick quilt. "Mom already laid out the quilt, and even put a hot water bottle inside. Son, hurry up and take off your clothes and get in bed to warm up! Here," she said, starting to unbutton my clothes. "Tonight, Mom will cuddle you up to sleep, hehe!"

"Oh, good Mom," I said happily, sitting on the bed, looking at the thick curtains, feeling both curious and amused. Dad seemed to guess what I was thinking: "Your Uncle Yu and I are both newly transferred here. Our unit no longer has dormitories, so we have to live in the office. One office, two families sharing!"

"Heh~~ Two families living in one room, how fun! I've never encountered anything like this before!" I thumped my butt, pressing down on the bed until it creaked rhythmically under the weight, like the sickening moans my mother made when my father was on top of her.

"Son, stop fooling around," Mom pushed me into the warm, cozy bed, then started helping Dad set up the cot he'd somehow acquired. "Son, don't be naughty, listen to Mom, wait a bit, Mom will put you to sleep!"

"Old Yu," came Aunt Tao's distinctive soprano voice from the other side of the curtains, "Something quite lively happened in the courtyard today!" Aunt Tao then launched into a long, drawn-out account of everything she'd seen and heard at the design institute, her voice like a never-starting tractor, endlessly whirring.

"Alright, alright!" Cod Liver Oil finally snapped, "Stop being so silly! Look at the time, still not asleep!"

"Hmph," Aunt Tao, who was in the middle of an enthusiastic conversation, suddenly stopped, as if doused with a bucket of cold water. After a few seconds of silence, Aunt Tao muttered dejectedly, "I'm happy to listen, take it or leave it! Hey," Aunt Tao called out to Mom in her full voice, "Do you know anything about what's going on in the yard?!"

Suddenly, Mom, who had just taken off her shirt and was about to pull down her sexy red trousers, heard Aunt Tao's shout and, thinking she might lift the curtain and illegally cross the border, saw her trembling breasts and bare white thighs. Mom hurriedly turned off the light: "Old Tao, what's wrong?"

"Haha," Mom's act was all pretense. Aunt Tao didn't lift the curtain, nor did she rashly cross the line. Instead, she continued to chatter about unfounded gossip through the curtain. Mom, meanwhile, half-heartedly agreed, and then, right in front of Dad and me, casually stretched out her legs and took off her panties.

In the dim light, her plump, white buttocks were openly exposed before me. The thick patch of black hair between her legs made me feel flustered and confused, while also fueling my fantasies. My intense curiosity about women compelled me to reach out and touch them, yet I lacked the courage: Ah, what does Mom's urine, hidden among that black hair, look like? How is it different from my aunt's naked urine?

"Sigh," Dad muttered softly, frowning as he looked at Mom sitting naked beside me. He was leaning alone on the cot. "The child's all grown up now, starting school next year, and you don't even know to be discreet. It's so inappropriate to be naked in front of him!"

"I want to," Mom retorted, lifting the corner of the blanket. "Wearing a shirt and trousers, I can't sleep soundly; the more I sleep, the hotter my clothes get! Besides," she said matter-of-factly, "it's my own son, what's there to hide!"

She then stretched her full, naked body, her warm torso pressed against mine, and declared confidently, "You don't understand, this is called Level One sleep!"

"Mom," I said, deliberately placing my hand on my mother's breasts, greedily caressing them as I chimed in, "Dad's so old-fashioned! He's wasted so many years of schooling, and he's an engineer! What's wrong with being naked? When I was taking sketching classes at the Children's Palace, I often copied Western nude paintings. The teacher said it's art! It's human body art! And the older students even hired real people at high prices to take off their clothes and copy them live! It's the real deal!"

"Okay, okay," Dad waved his hand, "Don't spout nonsense. Drawing naked buttocks, you call that art? Don't be so vulgar! Aren't you ashamed? I think your art teacher is a pervert!"

"Hehe," Mom chuckled, turning around and pinching my cheek with her plump fingers. "Son, don't mind your father. He knows nothing but playing with stones. The human body is art, of course! It's unique, the most perfect work of art in the world! Son, study painting diligently. Once you've reached a certain level, Mom will be your model! That'll drive your old-fashioned father crazy!

" Hugging his mother's pink neck, he said earnestly, "Mom, I will definitely study hard. When I learn to sketch, you must be my model. I want to paint the most beautiful, the most beautiful nude painting! I'll become famous overnight! I'll become a great painter! Mom, the nude models in Western paintings are all famous celebrities and noblewomen. They willingly model for great painters. Those without a reputation wouldn't even get a chance!"

"Okay," his mother's beautiful eyes lit up, and she rewarded him with a passionate kiss. "Son, then you should study hard. Mom hopes to see your masterpiece soon!"

"Mom, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

I stretched out my arms and gently embraced my mother's fragrant body. The pride, the joy, the happiness, the contentment—it was as if I were embracing an unparalleled work of art created by the Creator.

Ah, how beautiful this work of art is! The well-proportioned skeleton supports the symmetrical torso, which is then covered by a translucent, pinkish-white skin that radiates a soft luster under the sunlight. The staggered ridges and sags form countless dazzling curves, so wondrous and complex that even the great painter Leonardo da Vinci could not depict them accurately and vividly. Beneath the delicate skin lies a mysterious world: an incomparably intelligent brain, a throbbing heart, and surging blood vessels, which imbue this work of art with vibrant life.

My mother's naked body is indeed a work of art, and a beautiful and moving one at that, especially when she emerges from her bath. Her tender body is covered with glistening water droplets, which, under the night lights, seem to be draped in a dazzling pearl-embellished garment. My mother lies naked on the bed, her hand caressing the bath towel with utmost tenderness, gently stroking her delicate body. Her charming demeanor is a perfect picture of a noblewoman emerging from her bath!

After wiping her flawless body, my mother picks up a comb, scissors, and other tools, like a dedicated artist, responsibly continuing to meticulously refine this already perfect work of art.

However, on a dark winter night, when I woke up, I habitually reached out to touch the artwork beside me, ready to caress it as usual. But I unexpectedly witnessed something I really didn't want to see, which greatly diminished the beauty of the artwork.

I saw my most cherished artwork being pressed down on my mother's body by my father, his dark, rough flesh relentlessly rubbing against her fair skin, producing a sizzling sound that tore at my heart. Enraged, I reached out to push him off, but in the darkness, I saw him so persistent, so energetic, so absorbed in his work, completely unaware that I had quietly woken up and was glaring at him fiercely in the dark.

My father, head down, laboriously working, his expression and demeanor exactly the same as when he was fully immersed in his work during the day, even the sweat was flowing so frequently, so profusely, so hot.

I couldn't help but feel timid: it seemed that oppressing and nagging my mother was perhaps the second thing my father did every night after work? If that was the case, I absolutely dared not disturb my father's work, just as I wouldn't disturb him playing with stones during the day; otherwise, he would give me an unforgettable and resounding slap.

However, watching my father torment my mother so cruelly, ruthlessly destroying this work of art that should have belonged to me, filled me with resentment.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho," my mother suddenly groaned urgently as I stared blankly at my father, bewildered and helpless.

Alas, my poor mother must have been driven to the brink of despair by my father, crying out in pain. Heartbroken, I turned away, only to be met with an even more horrifying sight. My mother, usually so dignified and elegant, was shamelessly posing in a vulgar, bizarre, and utterly repulsive position, her two legs always... My mother's legs, which I found utterly intoxicating, were spread wide and wanton, her plump buttocks bulging with fat. Under my father's heavy pressure and thrusts, they obediently and clumsily twisted and trembled, making crisp cracking sounds. Silky wisps of fluid splattered from her hairy crotch, filling the air with an unusual, pungent odor.

What puzzled me most was that my mother, who was moaning rapidly, showed no discomfort or pain on her sweat-drenched face. Instead, she seemed unusually excited and absorbed. From her eager gaze and desire-filled expression, my mother seemed extremely satisfied with my father's savage-like friction and thrusts.

The more violently Dad thrust, the more excited and wildly excited Mom became, her moans growing more urgent and unrestrained. When she reached her climax, Mom even opened her arms—which should have been to hug me—but instead, I hugged Dad instead, staring blankly with my drool-filled mouth open. I would either smack and nibble at Dad's rough, hard face, or whimper and bite at his stubble-covered chin, or lift my head, stick out my tongue, and lick Dad's chest, leaving sticky stains in my mouth.

Ugh, that posture, that movement, that expression—it's disgusting! Absolutely unbearable to look at! The beauty of my mother, this work of art, isn't just diminished, it's completely lost. Looking at my mother's vile and ugly state, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disgust towards this "work of art": How disgusting my mother is! I hate her so much! I never like you again!

"Oh—oh," Mom's licking deeply stimulated Dad, who thrust even harder. Finally, he pushed Mom's face away, forcefully pressing her down beneath him. At the same time, he lowered his head and took Mom's bright red, coin-sized nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with gurgling sounds. Watching this made me grit my teeth, my mouth watering: Mom's nipple is mine, it's for me to nurse! How dare you, Dad, steal my milk, infringe on my rights! I, I, I!

*Thump—* In the darkness, I could no longer bear Dad tormenting Mom. I grabbed the pillow beside me, intending to throw it at him, but it was pinned down by his knee. Unable to grasp it, I had a sudden inspiration and scrambled to my feet. "Mom, I need to pee!"

"Ouch," Mom, who was grumbling and fussing with Dad, hurriedly pushed him away. "Get down! The child is awake!"

"Damn it," Dad said, rolling away in frustration. Mom, covered in sweat, picked up the spittoon. I, who had no urge to urinate, managed to squeeze out a few drops and pee into Mom's arms. I stroked Mom's body, which Dad had wantonly ravaged, with heartache, and gripped my breast milk bag with resentment.

"Oh, oh," Mom seemed to realize something, as if she had done something wrong, her flushed face pressed against my little face in an ingratiating way: "Oh, oh, son, sleep well, Mommy's holding my baby son so he can sleep soundly!" After a while, Dad, who was still curled up on Mom's other side, thought I was fast asleep and seemed about to continue his misdeeds. Mom slapped Dad's outstretched hand in annoyance: "Get out! From now on, when there are children at home, don't do this!"

Tonight, Dad, who carried me for more than ten miles through the snow, was already snoring loudly. And after Mom's warning, he didn't seem to have any intention of climbing on top of Mom. This made me very happy. Tonight, Mom is beautiful.

"Hehe," listening to Dad's thunderous snoring and seeing me gently stroking my nipple, Mom moaned happily, "Oh—oh, oh—oh, oh—oh," Mom's moans were exactly the same as when Dad was on top of her. I secretly glanced at Mom, and even her expression was exactly the same. I was immediately disgusted: Shameless Mom! I put my fingers together and pinched her hard. Suddenly, Mom cried out, "Oh dear, son, pinch me gently! Look, you've pinched my breasts so hard they're swollen! If I get mastitis, I'll have to have them removed. Then you can touch them all you want!"

With that, Mom pushed my hand away. In the darkness, from the other side of the curtains, I could clearly hear the creaking of the bed, Yu Ganyou's rough breathing, and Aunt Tao's uncontrollable moans: "Huff, huff, huff, huff..."

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

"Son, look," Heh, no need to ask, right now, Cod Liver Oil is probably like Dad, heavily pressing down on Aunt Tao, engaged in that filthy act, its incredibly long face buried in Aunt Tao's beautiful face, grunting and munching away. How disgusting! Another work of art being needlessly ruined. Seeing me listening intently, Mom's face flushed, and she pulled the blanket over my head: "Son, sleep, sleep, go to sleep!"

"Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt..."

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

Under my mother's pressure, my body slid down, sinking deep into the blankets. My forehead deliberately rested on her slightly protruding belly, and my chin even touched the tips of her pubic hair. Through the blankets, my mother gently patted the back of my head: "Son, sleep, go to sleep!"

I was wide awake, my bright eyes staring restlessly at my mother. Between her legs, her nostrils darted around, secretly sniffing her mother's all-too-familiar scent. At the same time, she tried to guess what Aunt Tao and Cod Liver Oil were doing behind the curtain, what kind of shameful and sordid things they were doing. Hmph, it was nothing more than like her mother and father, both of them overlapping, one with their thighs spread apart, the other with their buttocks sticking out, humming and moaning.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with you!" In the quiet room, Aunt Tao's grumbling was unusually clear: "You idiot, you good-for-nothing! Humph,"

it was clear that Aunt Tao was extremely dissatisfied with the impact and friction of the cod liver oil, groaning incessantly while scolding him coldly, just like a mother scolding her husband in a moment of desperation: "Humph, you good-for-nothing, what are you messing around with up there? Put some effort into it, yes, put some effort into it, you idiot, why are you getting more and more stuck, you don't know how to play at all, making it feel strangely scratchy and itchy inside, put in more effort, put in more effort, put in more effort!"

"Hmph," the scolded cod liver oil was clearly displeased. He'd put in so much effort, but to no avail; he'd only failed to please her. "Hmph, if you think I'm no good, then you, you, find someone else!"

"Divorce!" Aunt Tao retorted without backing down. I vaguely heard a thud, probably Aunt Tao slamming the useless cod liver oil under her. Then came the rustling and tearing of the blankets. "Get out of here! Tomorrow, go to your workplace and get a letter of introduction for a divorce!"

"Hmph, fine, divorce me! I can't live without you!" Cod liver oil searched for something. "Hmm, my pillow!"

"Don't know? Find it yourself!"

"Oh no!" Just as I was listening gleefully, someone lifted the corner of the blanket. I heard Mom grumble in a low voice, "What are you doing! Go away, go away, go away!"

Goodness, it was Dad. The noise from the other side of the curtains woke Dad from his sleep, and at the same time, it aroused his desire. You see, he couldn't stand the loneliness any longer. He climbed off the small cot, and despite Mom's repeated shoving, Dad shamelessly squeezed onto the big wooden bed, lifting Mom's thigh with one hand. Through my mother's tangled, dark hair between her legs, I saw a thick, juicy penis, as thick as a rolling pin, with bulging veins and a shiny black tip: Damn it, Dad's going to use this thing to destroy my artwork again!

Ugh, that annoying Dad, he's going to pound on Mom again. Mom's beauty tonight will be ruined by Dad's big penis. Thinking of this, I was furious and grabbed the big pillow next to me.

"Here—you, pillow!"

Thud—I was about to throw my pillow at my father when, unexpectedly, from the other side of the curtain in the darkness, with Aunt Tao's shout, a huge, heavy pillow whooshed over the curtain and flew straight at my father. Unaware that my father was entangled with my mother, the heavy pillow hit him squarely on the back of the head.

Dad instinctively covered the back of his head and exclaimed in bewilderment, "Oh dear, what's going on! Who did this?!"

(II)

"What are you doing, ah... well, you've really grown up, daring to hit someone, I'll fucking fight you, ow—,"

suddenly, the curtains on the other side started tearing and ripping, immediately breaking the silence of the night. Aunt Tao's shrill cries echoed in the room, even drifting out the window, startling the moon that had been hiding behind the clouds. The round moon grinned and peeked out, silently hovering outside the window, its rays reflecting on the curtains.

I stared with curiosity at the nearly translucent curtain illuminated by the moonlight. I saw Yu Gan You, without uttering a word, swinging his large fist in one hand and grabbing Aunt Tao's short, ear-length hair with the other, angrily pounding at her.

Aunt Tao struggled desperately, like an old hen about to be slaughtered, desperately lunging at her two white, shiny legs: "Ouch... hit me, hit me... if you've got the guts, just kill me! Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

The half-naked figures of Yu Gan You and his wife were exaggeratedly projected onto the curtain, like a ridiculously comical shadow play unfolding before my eyes. I covered my face and chuckled.

"Sigh, these two, they're at it again!" Dad turned to the side, picked up the pillow Aunt Tao had thrown at him, sighed deeply, and then slammed on the light. "Sigh, I say, what are you two doing making such a ruckus in the middle of the night! Stop moving, calm down! Hmm."

With that, Dad rolled out of bed, yanked back the curtains, and headed straight for Yu Ganyou, who had started the fight. "Old Yu, what are you doing? Hitting people is wrong! Write me a self-criticism tomorrow at work! Otherwise, I'll report you to the boss for disrespecting women!"

Dad grabbed Yu Ganyou's fist, which was about to strike. Yu Ganyou reluctantly gasped, "Old Zhang, don't mind me, I've been holding back this for a while now, and today, I'm going to teach her a lesson!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Aunt Tao seized the opportunity to slip away, leaning against the bedside, sobbing and muttering as she tidied her messy short hair, "Hey, hey, hey, what right do you have to hit me? Look at you, clumsy as a clumsier, useless at everything. After all these years with you, you can't even produce a seed. We got married in the same year as Old Zhang, but look at Old Zhang, his child is almost in school, but me... Waaaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah..."

"Fine, fine, fine..." Cod liver oil was speechless, breaking free from her father's hand, and angrily grabbed her pants: "I'm incompetent, I can't do it, I'm leaving, I'll give you a place, there are rules, you go find someone capable to plant it! I guarantee you'll plant a golden goose!"

"Eh, eh, eh, fine, I'll leave, I'll have some peace and quiet. Who do you think you are? Besides drawing, what else can you do? If I put you in the kitchen, you'd cut your finger on every vegetable, and you don't even know how much water to put in when cooking rice! I think this lazy, ignorant bookworm should go to a May Seventh Cadre School to participate in productive labor and receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants! Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah..."

"Oh dear, oh dear," Dad tugged at his cod liver oil pants, "Old Yu, look at you, throwing a tantrum again, aren't you? You know Old Tao's temper, she's just a bit of a chatterbox. When she gets angry, it's a storm, but then she's fine, nothing's wrong! Hey, hey..."

Dad then turned to the incessantly chattering Aunt Tao. He sat down very naturally next to her, his eager gaze fixed on her like an older brother's. Aunt Tao, like a wronged little sister, started sobbing even more sadly, "Alright, alright, stop crying."

Dad raised his palm and gently, but with ulterior motives, slapped Aunt Tao's fair thigh, making a crisp "smack, smack" sound. It made me cringe: My lecherous father, isn't he taking advantage of Aunt Tao's distress?

"This machine gun, once it starts firing, it just won't stop, hey," Dad said, nonchalantly patting Aunt Tao's thigh in front of the cod liver oil, while feigning concern, "Can't you just shut up? Please, I'm begging you! Please, my dear great-grandmother!"

"He's really something, daring to hit me," Aunt Tao wiped away tears, placing her white hand on Dad's shoulder, her white leg intentionally brushing against him, "Old Zhang, I absolutely can't live with him anymore!"

"Alright, alright... what's the big deal? Rain falls from the sky and flows on the ground, couples fight but don't hold grudges," Dad's gaze, filled with uncontrollable longing, swept over Aunt Tao's barely concealed chest. "If you hadn't kept nagging and angered Old Yu, would he have hit someone? Old Yu is such an honest man, he wouldn't even dare to get up after being pushed down!"

"But no matter what, hitting someone is wrong," Mom said, feeling uncomfortable seeing Dad and Aunt Tao so intimate. She put on her shirt and trousers, and, looking over the curtain, unsure how to handle their lewd behavior, pointed at Yu Gan You, still seething with anger, and said, "Old Yu, hurry up and apologize to Old Tao!"

"Hmph~" Yu Gan You seemed indifferent to everything, perhaps used to it, perhaps oblivious, perhaps unfazed, or perhaps numb. Hearing Mom's words, he suddenly hardened his expression, like a stubborn child, and ridiculously turned his long face: "Hmph, apologize to her? No way!"

"Old Yu," Mom stepped forward, grabbing Yu Ganyou's arm as if to protest against Dad: "If you're intimate with Old Tao, I dare to be close to Old Yu!" Mom deliberately pressed her soft body against Yu Ganyou, and not only that, she also grabbed Yu Ganyou's ear, twisting it lightly: "Old Yu, you're not just apologizing to Old Tao, you're apologizing to all women! Now, men and women are equal, and we can no longer treat women like the evil old society, treating them as our private property, scolding and beating them at will!"

"No, no, I just won't apologize! I'd rather die than apologize!"

No matter how hard her mother tried—leaning against her, giving her flirtatious glances, tugging at her ear, trying to persuade her with sweet words, or trying to convince her with earnest words—Yuganyou seemed determined. She was like a gentleman who remained unmoved by a beautiful woman's advances, or a revolutionary martyr who would rather die than submit. No matter how you tried to reason with her, she just wouldn't bow her head and apologize.

Helpless, to ease the awkward situation and to stop Dad from taking liberties with Aunt Tao, Mom let go of the cod liver oil, grabbed Aunt Tao's hand, and said, "Ignore him. He's ungrateful and stubborn. If he wants to stand there, then stand there until dawn. I'm not going to bother with him anymore. Old Tao, come on, let's go to my bed and sleep. As long as he doesn't apologize, I'll let him get away with it!"

"Hmm~" Aunt Tao agreed, straightened her short bra that revealed her navel, and with her long, sexy white legs that were even longer than Mom's, she stepped over the curtain without hesitation and sat down on the big bed that belonged to Mom and me.

Mom lifted the quilt, wrapped herself in her clothes, and lay down at the innermost part of the bed. I squeezed between Mom and Aunt Tao, my cold body enjoying the warmth of the two mature women. Seeing that the cod liver oil was no longer running away and was still standing listlessly on the cold floor, Dad hurriedly gave me a few words of advice before irresponsibly returning to his cot, pulling the curtains back up, snapping off the light, and then crawling under the quilt. Dad's cot was right next to the big bed, very close to Aunt Tao lying beside it.

Given what had just happened, I was really worried. In the darkness, Dad and Aunt Tao might even reach out to each other, and... and... and... Thinking of this, my drowsiness vanished. I remained highly alert, secretly watching my father and Aunt Tao, determined to see if they were doing anything shameful. However, after only a few minutes, my father started snoring again, whether genuinely or not, even louder than before, making the window frame creak.

Based on my years of experience monitoring my father, I firmly believed that he was faking sleep to lull my mother into a false sense of security. Like father, like son, I imitated my father, showing no signs of sleepiness, but deliberately making soft, even snoring sounds.

"Hehe," the two women were wide awake, turning to face each other, eyes locked, whispering amongst themselves. The topic was nothing more than matters between men and women: "Hehe, hey, how long can your old Zhang last?"

The quick-witted Aunt Tao asked Mom directly. Mom blushed slightly, unsure how to answer, only smiling at Aunt Tao with a complex expression that seemed to be silently thinking: You probably know better than I how long my old Zhang can last.

"My husband, Lao Yu, is such a hopeless jerk!" Seeing her mother smile without answering, Aunt Tao continued, "Every time we have sex, he'll just slip in, go a few strokes, get me all aroused, and then he'll groan and be done with it. Can you believe it? Everyone says I get impatient with him! Anyone would be impatient, and you'd be even more impatient!"

"Hehe," her mother muttered casually, "What's the point of always bringing that up? It's just that little thing, isn't it annoying? I don't want to go a month without it!"

"I can't do that," Aunt Tao confessed. "Tell me what's wrong with me? I'm so interested in sex, it's like a person has to eat every day. I think about sex every single day, and if I don't have it for a day, I get anxious, like I haven't done something important. During the day at work, I'm listless and forgetful!"

"Hehe," Mom asked sarcastically, "Is it that serious? Is sex really that great? Are you that energetic about it?"

"So energetic, so energetic," Aunt Tao said with relish. "Every time we have sex, I lie flat on my back, and my whole body and mind completely relax. My legs are spread wide, it's so relaxing. When Lao Yu's penis moves inside me, the feeling, the comfort, it's indescribable. My mind goes blank, and I forget all the worries from work during the day. My body feels light and airy, like I'm riding on a cloud. If it weren't for Lao Yu on top..." "If you press me down, I might just fly to heaven. I've never smoked opium, but sex is definitely more pleasurable than that!"

Aunt Tao became more and more excited as she spoke, and in her excitement, she shamelessly raised one leg, which trembled instinctively, completely immersed in her endless fantasies. Looking at Aunt Tao's lewd behavior, Mom yawned and flattened her body dismissively: "Really? You make it sound like magic!"

"Hey, why don't you believe me? I'm asking you, did you have an orgasm?"

"What's an climax? I don't know!" Mom pretended not to understand, intentionally teasing Aunt Tao. The outspoken Aunt Tao, oblivious, said, "An climax, an climax is when the phone rings, inside, it's a tight, a throbbing sensation, it's...it's..." Aunt Tao, with her science background, finally realized her lack of eloquence: "It's...it's...how do I say it? I know what it is, but I can't express it. My Chinese is terrible; I almost didn't graduate!"

Since she couldn't express it accurately verbally... Aunt Tao, with her ample body undulating, demonstrated to Mom, "That's it! Oh, oh, it feels so good!"

Aunt Tao recklessly wiggled her hips, her chest and abdomen scraping against my body. In my dazed state, I felt a hard, pointed head occasionally brushing against my buttocks through Aunt Tao's thin panties. At the same time, Aunt Tao raised her thighs even more wantonly, moaning and groaning as she demonstrated to Mom what an "orgasm" was.

I shifted my body, turning my face towards Aunt Tao's crotch. Ah, Dad's hand had somehow slipped under the covers and was now sneakily rummaging inside Aunt Tao's crotch.

While enjoying her father's caresses, the sexually aroused Aunt Tao secretly slipped her hand under the covers, presumably grasping his penis. "Ah, just like that," she said.

In the darkness, Aunt Tao's hand quietly manipulated her father's penis, the thick quilt heaving silently, sometimes forming a mound, sometimes a shallow depression. "Yes, yes, just like that, that means the climax is coming!"

"Hehe," her mother, lying flat at the far end of the bed, seemed oblivious to Aunt Tao and her father's lewdness. Her eyes were slightly closed, unwilling to watch Aunt Tao's oblivious lewdness any longer. "Hehe, it really looks like that! I think you could totally make a pornographic film!"

"Hey, don't sleep!" Aunt Tao rubbed and squeezed Dad's penis while patting Mom's shoulder, refusing to let her sleep. "Don't sleep, I haven't finished talking yet!"

"Sigh," Mom yawned again, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "It's so late, what's there to talk about? Go to sleep!"

"No, I want to talk more!" Married for many years but still unable to conceive, Aunt Tao was naturally troubled by this. As they talked, the topic naturally turned to how to conceive. Aunt Tao lowered her voice and said, "Tell me, does a woman's ability to get pregnant have anything to do with the size of a man's penis?"

"Well," Mom hesitated, not answering for a long time. Aunt Tao continued, "My husband's chickens are very small. When we first got married, we responded to the Party's call, and also, in order to achieve something at work, we decided to postpone having children for a few years. We use condoms during sex. Guess what size my husband uses?"

"I don't know," Mom shook her head. Aunt Tao then asked, "And your husband, Zhang, what size does he use?"

Damn it! I cursed inwardly: Shameless Aunt Tao, what are you pretending to be so righteous for? You probably know better than my mother how big my dad's penis is and what size condom he uses. The facts are right in front of you, isn't my dad's penis in your palm? Why am I pretending to be confused?

"The large size," Mom casually gestured with her finger, "the biggest kind."

"Wow," Aunt Tao exclaimed, "Wow, Old Zhang's penis is huge!"

"Yeah," Mom nodded, "Once, I went to get condoms, but the logistics department gave me the wrong pack—a small one. I didn't notice, and Old Zhang couldn't put it on. But he insisted on having sex, so he forced it on. It broke after only a few thrusts. Because of that, I unexpectedly got pregnant and had to have a D&C. It hurt so much! After that, whenever I got condoms, I paid special attention to the size; I always got the largest one!"

"Tsk tsk," Aunt Tao clicked her tongue enviously, her grip on the penis tightening even more. "Tsk tsk, your old Zhang is really something. He's not that tall, but his penis is huge. Sigh, my old Yu is tall and strong, but you probably won't believe it, his penis is tiny. We have to use a small one for sex."

"But," Mom said, "penis size doesn't really have much to do with pregnancy, does it? Medical books say that as long as a man can ejaculate normally and his sperm is healthy, pregnancy isn't a big problem. Maybe your vagina is short and can't hold the semen. After sex, the semen just slips out quickly!"

"No, that's not right," Aunt Tao replied very seriously, "My vagina is not short at all, it's very long. In all these years of marriage, every time we have sex, Lao Yu's penis head has never reached the end. Let me tell you," Aunt Tao pretended to be mysterious and brought her face closer to her mother to prove that her vagina was long enough.

"I've also gotten the wrong condom before. So, during sex, the large condom just slipped off Lao Yu's penis, haha. But I was too embarrassed to change it. It would be so embarrassing if people knew Lao Yu's penis was so small, almost like a teenager's. I had no choice but to make do. The condom was so loose on Lao Yu's penis that he had to hold the top of it down, otherwise it would fall into my vagina.

But Lao Yu, everyone says I'm always getting impatient with him. He's really useless at everything. Even when I asked him to hold the condom down, he..." "I was just fiddling with it a few times, and somehow, maybe I was too excited, my fingers slipped, and the condom slid all the way into my vagina! Oh no, what am I going to do? I panicked, and Lao Yu was dumbfounded too. He hurriedly reached out to grab it,

but his fingers couldn't reach it. My vagina is so long! Lao Yu could only reach halfway. He had no choice but to find some tweezers and fiddled with it inside my vagina for a long time before finally managing to grab the condom and carefully pull it out. As a result, the tweezers ruptured my cervix, causing inflammation and pus! I had to take penicillin for half a month!"

"Hehe," Mom smiled, "Your vagina is really long. I've had condoms rupture and slip inside me too, but I can just stick my finger in and pull it out easily!"

"So, I think the problem still lies with Lao Yu. Lao Yu's penis is too short and too small," Aunt Tao said, her disappointment with Cod Liver Oil's penis evident. "Maybe it's because his penis is too short, and my vagina is too long, so every time he ejaculates, his semen can't reach the very end, and it all just flows out, a complete waste. And all these years, I still haven't gotten pregnant!"

Goodness, I thought to myself: Aunt Tao, you can't put all the blame for not being able to get pregnant for so many years on Cod Liver Oil! Look at how intimate you and Dad are, still holding onto his penis and refusing to let go. You and Dad have been doing *that* for a long time. If Cod Liver Oil doesn't work, or his penis is too short...

But what about my dad? You know that Daddy's penis is big, and Daddy has successfully shaped me. But with you, Daddy has no achievements whatsoever. What does that mean? It means that you, Aunt Tao, are incompetent. Your own soil is inadequate. No matter how good the seeds you sow, no seedlings will grow!

Your vagina may be thin and long, and you are proud of it, but it has no valuable treasures. It's all show and no substance, like a large but empty vein. No matter how hard Daddy, a professional in mineral processing, tries to dig and select, he will never get the long-desired deposit. He can only helplessly return it to your husband, a cod liver oil expert in tailings, for disposal, which is what Daddy calls using it as a toilet.

"Semen leakage might be related to difficulty conceiving, as the semen can't reach the uterus smoothly. But this problem is easy to solve," Mom suggested. "After intercourse, put a pillow under your buttocks so that your vaginal opening faces upwards, and the semen won't flow back out! My friends did this, and they all got pregnant smoothly."

"Hey, it's no use!" Aunt Tao denied. "This method is too old. I've tried it many times. I even use pillows during intercourse, two if one isn't enough. Not a single drop of semen flows back out, but I still can't get pregnant. I've thought about it for many years, and the problem lies with Lao Yu's penis. Because his penis is too short, the semen can only be ejaculated into the center of my vagina. Then, it all depends on the sperm's own efforts to swim to the very end. But the sperm die of exhaustion before even reaching the cervix, so how can I get pregnant!"

Humph, pshaw! I spat angrily, deeply indignant on behalf of the cod liver oil: "Cod liver oil's penis is short; his sperm dies before it even reaches its destination. But Dad's extra-large penis is so long! His sperm would definitely reach your cervix. However, you still can't get pregnant. Stop blaming the innocent cod liver oil; the problem lies with you. Like I said, your 'ore vein' is worthless, no matter how much semen the cod liver oil and Dad contribute, there will be no return. If I were cod liver oil, I'd make a clean break immediately—divorce! Get rid of him!"

"Oh dear, what's going on!" Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled when Mom screamed and sat up abruptly. Aunt Tao, thinking Mom had discovered her stroking Dad's penis, also screamed in alarm. Dad quickly pulled his hand away from Aunt Tao's crotch. I, hidden under the covers, secretly cheered: "Great, Mom's found out about your shameful affair! This is going to be a good show!" Ah, what an unforgettable day!

"Oh no!" To my surprise, Mom ignored Aunt Tao and didn't yell at Dad. Instead, she grabbed a roll of toilet paper, jumped off the bed with a thud, and rushed towards the door in her slippers without looking back: "Something's wrong, she's on her period!"

"Hehe," Aunt Tao sighed and chuckled, "I was so sleepy just now. If you hadn't chatted with me, I would have fallen asleep and made a mess of the bed. How would you have cleaned it then? Hehe!"

In the darkness, the sound of a door closing quickly came from inside. Because it was an office building, there was only one public restroom per floor, and it was located at the very end of the corridor. As his frail mother trudged through the dark, cold corridor, the father, who had been feigning sleep, saw an opportunity. He could no longer restrain himself and finally became restless. Hearing his mother's footsteps fade into the distance, he abruptly threw off the covers and pounced on Aunt Tao. Aunt Tao, with unprecedented enthusiasm, opened her arms wide and called out to him in a dreamy, soft voice, "Old Zhang! Come on!"

"Darling," Aunt Tao pushed aside the quilt and plopped it down on my head. I wasn't about to miss this chance to witness the spectacle. While Dad and Aunt Tao were whispering and entwined together, I quietly lifted the quilt, my curious eyes wide open: Hehe, look, that lecherous Dad must be taking advantage of Mom's period in the public restroom to have his way with the sexually active but forever infertile Aunt Tao!

Dad and Aunt Tao were tightly embracing, breathing heavily, calling each other's names affectionately and kissing passionately. Dad's stubble-covered cheeks scraped against Aunt Tao's flushed face, while Aunt Tao wrapped her arms around Dad's neck, her wet red tongue greedily sucking and nibbling at his stubble: "Ah, Old Zhang, I've missed you so much! Oops, it's prickly, you should shave!"

"Darling," after a brief but passionate kiss, Dad pushed away from Aunt Tao's embrace, impatiently pulling down his underwear, his thick, hard penis, already rubbed by Aunt Tao, thrusting straight towards her.

Seeing this, Aunt Tao reached out and gently grasped the large penis that her father had given her. She tossed her short, disheveled hair, ruffled by the cod liver oil, lowered her head, and simultaneously opened her lips wide, taking her father's hard penis into her mouth and sucking it vigorously. "Ugh, Lao Zhang, give it to me, give it to me quickly… give me your penis, ugh, ugh, ugh…"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…"

Her father, naked from the waist down, stood excitedly by the bed, his glistening penis, covered in Aunt Tao's saliva, thrusting joyfully into her mouth. "Oh, oh, so good, so good, oh, oh…"

"Quickly," Aunt Tao said, savoring the moment before spitting out her father's large penis. She braced herself against the bed, her body, clad only in a short-sleeved shirt, arching backward. Ah, this was a rare opportunity, a chance not to be missed. If you're going to do something good, you must seize every opportunity! Aunt Tao gazed at her father with unbridled lust, her long legs stretched high, calling out to him with unbearable hunger, "Old Zhang, come here quickly, fuck me! If you don't seize this opportunity now, there won't be any more time!"

"Honey, I'm here," Dad said, deftly pulling off Aunt Tao's underwear. In the darkness, he raised his hand and flung the underwear onto the bed with a thud. It landed right in front of me with a rustling sound, and instantly, a pungent, fishy smell assaulted my nostrils: Ugh, so disgusting!

Despite the pungent odor, I still reached out with curiosity and secretly grabbed Aunt Tao's panties. The bottom of the panties was already wet. Without a doubt, this was evidence left by Dad's wanton groping of Aunt Tao's crotch when Mom wasn't looking. I gently touched the wet area with my palm, and the sticky, lustful fluid immediately covered my palm. Hearing Aunt Tao's lewd moans, I stretched my nostrils upward and sniffed my palm very carefully: Wow, my God!

I hadn't smelled it before, but when I did, the intense odor, like hot oil frying dried chili peppers, almost suffocated me. My head shook uncontrollably a few times, my vision went black, and two streams of tears rolled down my cheeks: My God, what is this smell? It's a hundred times spicier than chili oil! This kind of vagina can kill even the strongest and healthiest sperm! My Aunt Tao, if you can get pregnant, it will truly be a miracle!

Soon, I regained my senses, but my head still throbbed slightly, as if I had accidentally eaten incredibly spicy dried chili peppers. After the intense stimulation, there was a long period of numbness.

Looking at my palms, smeared with secretions resembling chili oil from Aunt Tao, I couldn't help but think of my mother's scent. I had secretly sniffed her underwear after she had just changed; the smell was fresh yet slightly astringent, like those small, orange-segment-shaped candies my mother often bought for me—sweet yet sour, the more you sucked on them, the more you savored them! Ah, in this world, there is no better scent than my mother's—delicious and refreshing, soothing and phlegm-reducing!

"Darling," Dad said, lifting Aunt Tao by the calves and thrusting his hips forward. His incredibly hot cock proudly plunged into what Aunt Tao described as an unfathomably deep vagina, slurping and pulling it out with a hissing sound. "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

Dad sighed contentedly, his face tilted upwards, savoring the unusually spicy, deep, and long vagina of Aunt Tao. "Darling, it feels so good to be inside your vagina. My cock doesn't even go all the way in, it still doesn't reach the end. Ah, what a long vagina!"

I thought gleefully to myself: Silly Dad, you dare to mess with something so spicy? Be careful you don't burn your cock!

"Hehe..." Aunt Tao obediently raised her plump buttocks upon hearing this, while her two thighs spread out even more lewdly, her furry private parts thrusting forward with all her might, eagerly welcoming her father's thrusts: "Hehe... like this, like this it can go all the way in! Hehe... Old Zhang, don't just stand there in the middle, push it in!"

"Hmm," her father responded, slowing down the frequency of his thrusts, his entire large penis slowly entering Aunt Tao's long vagina, while holding his breath, the head of his penis thrusting against Aunt Tao's vagina as hard as possible.

"Ah—" Aunt Tao sighed deeply, gripping Dad's thighs tightly with both hands. "Yes, yes, that's best. Ah, Lao Zhang, the head of your penis is touching my clitoris. Move it a little, rub my clitoris harder! Yes, that's it! Ah, good, great! A little harder! Yes, rub my clitoris harder! Ah, ah!"

Aunt Tao continued to grip Dad's thighs, smugly... In her ecstasy, she let out frequent, low "ah, ah!" sounds, while her thighs twisted grotesquely. Under her father's strong and fierce thrusts, her body trembled uncontrollably. Gradually, a snow-white knee moved in front of my eyes. Her delicate thigh, with fine hairs glistening in the moonlight, rubbed against the corner of the blanket, while the inside of her thigh hissed and sizzled.

Finally, Dad was no longer satisfied with this weak grinding. He pushed away Aunt Tao's hands and quickly pulled out his large penis, which had been hidden in her vagina for so long. With a soft "plop," Aunt Tao's suddenly empty vagina made a sickeningly sweet sound. Immediately afterward, a hot, pungent odor, exactly like that of her underwear, wafted from under Aunt Tao's plump buttocks and went straight into my nostrils. I shuddered again: Wow, so fishy, so smelly, so pungent!

"Old Zhang, what are you doing? Come on," Aunt Tao stared at her father with considerable disappointment. His neglected vagina was pitifully open, the two fleshy labia hanging limply. Aunt Tao thought her father was afraid of being caught by her mother and wanted to slip away before he was done. She pulled at her father with one hand and put the other to her lips, looking at him with pleading eyes: "Old Zhang, don't be afraid. She's just back so quickly. Women get their periods, it's troublesome. She'll have time to deal with it. Come on, fuck me a few more times. I just got my period, but you don't want to do it anymore!"

"Who said I wasn't going to do it anymore?" Dad took a deep breath, gripped his large penis, and assumed a ready-to-go-back stance. "I didn't say I wasn't going to do it! I just don't want you holding me like that. I like to fuck you hard, not just wriggle around inside!" "

Ah," before the words were even finished, Dad's dripping penis aimed at Aunt Tao's vagina and thrust in with unusual ferocity. Aunt Tao moaned softly, looking at Dad with satisfaction. After Dad pulled his penis out again, Aunt Tao reached out her finger, dipped the tip in the secretions on the head of Dad's penis, and shamelessly put it in her mouth, sucking it loudly. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, Lao Zhang, I love you so much, I love everything about you!"

"Hehe," Dad grinned, his shiny cock head thrusting into Aunt Tao's vagina once more. Aunt Tao groaned again, and shamelessly, she took the secretions clinging to the base of Dad's cock, the thick black hair, and sucked on it, her lips smacking like a begging pet dog: "Oh, oh, so good, so comfortable, Lao Zhang, fuck me harder, yes, um, fuck me to death!"

Dad's large hands pressed hard against Aunt Tao's inner thighs, his thick, long cock thrusting in and out of her frequently. Each time, the penis was pulled out completely and then pushed back in completely. With each insertion, Aunt Tao would moan, whether real or not, as the penis rapidly entered and exited. Her vagina would also make obscene, crisp sounds. The two labia majora rolled over ridiculously, slapping and slapping against Dad's big penis. Dad took a breath, gritted his teeth, and thrust hard. Then, he pulled his buttocks back, and his big penis quickly withdrew. Aunt Tao's vagina was suddenly empty, and once again, a suffocating stench wafted out.

"Old Zhang," Aunt Tao seemed dissatisfied with this method of play. Her long vagina especially enjoyed the grinding of a large penis, but she didn't dare to insist on her own opinion and force Dad. From Aunt Tao's servile gaze, I could tell she desperately needed Dad's large penis: "Is this way of fucking good?"

"Good," Dad thrust again, answering proudly, "I love this way of fucking the most. I close my eyes, and every time I enter, there's an unexpected surprise and an unusual feeling! Every time I enter, it's like fucking a new, unfamiliar cunt..." After saying that, Dad indeed closed his eyes, aimed the head of his penis at Aunt Tao's vagina, and thrust it in with a whoosh: "Ah, I've fucked a new cunt again!"

"Hehe," Aunt Tao playfully punched Dad's chest with her fist, "Old Zhang, you're such a flirt, such a lecher! If you became emperor, you'd have more concubines than any emperor in history! Hehe,"

thump thump thump, the two were shamelessly committing their lewd acts when Mom's familiar footsteps echoed in the corridor. Dad hurriedly pulled out his large penis, "Oh no, she's back!"

"Sigh," Aunt Tao, never satisfied, sighed in disappointment, staring blankly as Dad crawled into the cold blankets on the cot. Her thighs, numb from Dad's massage, were still spread apart, her mouth still licking the fluids he had given her.

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