The big guy [finished].

(I)
My childhood was spent entirely in constant flux. 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 spring, my father was still working in Liaoyang; in summer, he was transferred to Anshan; and just as
autumn , my grandmother told me that he 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 unremarkable in appearance, especially his long, stubby 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, where's your grandma?"
"You're looking for my mom!" My aunt pointed to the house in a heavy Liaodong accent, saying, "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 steps, my aunt playfully gestured to me with her little face, red and purple from the cold: "Oh
my goodness, this long face is so long, I probably couldn't reach the end all night!"
"Hehe," I thought this intellectual was not only incredibly funny in appearance, but his nickname was even stranger:
"Hehe, Yu Ganxiu! Why not just call him Cod Liver Oil!"
"Haha," Auntie laughed knowingly, "Cod liver oil, fun, cod liver oil, interesting!"
"Little Lizi, come in quickly!" Grandma waved her corn-flour-covered arms, calling me into the house.
The repulsive Cod Liver Oil sat blankly at the eight-immortal table with his back to Grandma, his large
hand, which had touched my head, fidgeting aimlessly on the tabletop.
"Little Lizi," Grandma pulled my hand, pointing to Cod Liver Oil's broad back, "Uncle Yu
wants to take you home, are you going?"
"Yes," I answered readily. Actually, I didn't want to go home; I preferred playing with Auntie.
However , I had a secret purpose: I especially loved train travel. Taking the train was always a very
interesting experience, and each trip brought an unexpected surprise. "Grandma, let's go to Shenyang again! I want to go!"
"Shenyang?" Grandma scoffed. "Your father was transferred again; he's no longer in Shenyang!"
"

Oh, where did Dad go this time?"
"Harbin," Grandma muttered dismissively. "That damn place! It's fucking cold! Grandson
, we're not going! It's so much better at Grandma's house. What would we do there, freeze?"
"But," Yu Ganyou chuckled, "Auntie, if we don't bring Xiaoli
back, how am I supposed to explain this to Lao 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 so
far outside the Great Wall! During the Manchukuo era, I did some small business there. The wind was so
fierce as soon as I got off the train, it felt like knives! And the weather was so cold, you could freeze to death!"
"North of Shenyang, so far, so very far! I want to go, Grandma, I want to go!" Hearing Grandma's story,
a sense of curiosity spurred me on, and I was determined not to give up this long journey: "Grandma, I want to go, I want to go
to Harbin!"
“This child,” Grandma sighed helplessly. After much insistence from me and Yuganyou, she
reluctantly began packing my things. Yuganyou, who had been facing away from Grandma the whole time, slowly stood up and took
the bundle from her: “Auntie, it’s getting late, I should go!” Sitting on the speeding train,
Yuganyou
sat silently with a long, expressionless face. I leaned against
the window , using the slanting sunlight to secretly observe this eccentric and taciturn Yuganyou.
Only after she removed her bulky outer garment did I finally see her true face.
Although Yuganyou was tall, she was pitifully thin. The veins and blood vessels crisscrossing her withered arms
bulged terrifyingly, as if they might burst through her skin at any moment.
Cod Liver Oil's skin was even darker than my father's, and dry and shriveled, as if devoid of any moisture. His thin,
bony body looked as if wrapped in a tattered, crumpled piece of parchment. What puzzled me even more
was Cod Liver Oil's long, angular face; his thin features looked as if they had been neatly cut by a sharp blade.
Seeing that Cod Liver Oil was always 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 hot water and silently placed it in front of me. He still
had a stern , 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, through carriage after carriage, and finally, sweating profusely, 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 opposite each other, silently stuffing our stomachs with the food. 　　After putting down our chopsticks, when I turned my head to the window again, the outside world was a vast expanse of white. The rolling hills shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight. The faster the train sped along, the fewer towns appeared on either side of the railway , the more monotonous the scenery became, and the more exhausted I felt.

On the snow-covered wasteland, a nameless little village would occasionally appear,
with wisps of smoke rising from the low mud-brick houses. It was a rather dull and desolate sight!
Late at night, the train stopped its frantic pace and came to a stop, panting, on the snow-covered platform.
My father, wearing a military overcoat, took me from Yu Ganyou's back and carefully put a cotton hat on me. "Whoosh—"
A gust of cold wind hit my face, and I couldn't help but shiver, my face stinging as if cut by a knife: "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 will you be doing in Harbin
?
"
"He...hehe," before my father could answer, the taciturn Yu Ganyou suddenly interrupted, "
What else can your father do? He'll just be fiddling with broken stones everywhere!"
"Hmph," Dad said defiantly to 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 rocks. But, Lao Yu, you're not as good as me. Your profession, to put it
bluntly, is researching toilets!"
"Oh," Cod Liver Oil was suddenly speechless upon hearing Dad's sarcasm, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
“Hehe, Dad,” I glanced at Cod Liver Oil and asked my father, puzzled, “What, your
design institute has a toilet department?”
“Yes,” Dad nodded seriously, “Of course we do. Your Uncle Yu works in the toilet department, but
he doesn’t research ordinary toilets. He researches toilets specifically for waste ore. That is to say, the waste ore that Dad
has processed and that 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 researching toilets? Hehe!”
“Oh, I see!”
“…”
It was already midnight when I first arrived in Harbin. The buses had long since stopped running. Dad and Cod Liver
Oil took turns carrying me on their backs, trudging through the blinding snow powder on the quiet streets. My face was already frozen
into a bright red apple, and the hot breath I exhaled quickly turned the lip of my cotton hat into two white frosty
patches.
I clung to my father's back, shivering, wiping the frost from my eyebrows. Facing the biting wind,
my eyes were 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 building after another, and many of them have a huge 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, I remembered my grandmother's words and
sighed with deep feeling: "Ugh, this damn place is so damn cold!"
"Hehe," Cod Liver Oil, who had been humiliated by my father for studying toilets, couldn't help but laugh: "This little
guy ! So naughty!"
After passing a strangely shaped building and stepping over two glaring tram tracks,
a . However, instead of an onion dome on its head, it had a tall square tower.
"Alright, we're here," Dad raised his chin and called out to 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. 77, Mudan Street
!
"We're home, we're home!"
With that, Dad lifted his foot and carried me into the monster's dark, gloomy belly, through the cold, eerie
hall, around the narrow corridor, up the creaking wooden stairs, and into another narrow corridor.
In the dim light, stood a mature woman in her thirties.
She was tall, about 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 steam made
her pretty face glow with a captivating, pale pinkish-red; her full, smooth, and
shapely body wore a thin, milky-white bra; her long, strong, and slightly hairy
thighs were encased in extremely sexy, bright red elastic trousers, tightly and provocatively hugging a
pair of buttocks that would make any man drool. Ah, what a captivating and alluring beauty!
When I appeared at the end of the corridor, the beauty's face lit up with joy, her eyes smiling, her lips parting slightly to reveal
two rows of perfectly aligned, clean teeth, and her fair face blossoming into a delicate flower. The beautiful woman couldn't help but move her
flushed legs, and at the same time, she opened her arms to me affectionately.
"Mom—Mom," I called out passionately, clinging to my father's back. The chill that had gripped me vanished instantly
. Ah, Mom, my dear mother was coming to greet me joyfully: "Mom—Mom," 　　"Ouch—oh," Mom rushed towards me, her warm arms encircling my face, and with a soft smack , she kissed me deeply: "Ah—oh, my eldest son, I've missed you so much!
Smack , let Mom give you a good kiss!" 　　"Alright—finally," Dad said, panting, bending down and plopping me down in front of Mom with a thud. His expression, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, resembled 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! Finally, I 've brought your precious son back. This journey has been exhausting! This little guy, he's so heavy!" 　　"Son, you must be freezing on the way. Come inside and warm up," Mom said excitedly, leading me into the large, spacious room, though old, with its high ceilings. Because the room was so empty, Mom's clear voice lingered in the air. 　　I looked up at the high ceiling; a single incandescent bulb hung forlornly, radiating a dazzling light. The snow-white walls emitted a slightly pungent smell of asphalt, and the heavy red pine floorboards...

A faint smell of paint lingered in the air, and it took a while 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
sat a woman who was even more voluptuous, beautiful, and charming 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 my mother called Aunt Tao happily got up and walked towards me with a smile. A strong
fragrance immediately filled my nostrils: "Hello, little one!"
Like my mother, Aunt Tao was also tall and slender, with a full and graceful figure. Her skin was even
whiter , showing a delicate, healthy pink hue. Aunt Tao had thick, shiny, ear-length
hair, and her exquisitely oval face was flushed with a charming blush. Her large, captivating eyes were set in deep
sockets, sparkling with an alluring light.
Aunt Tao held my hand, praising me incessantly: "Ah, what a handsome little man! His eyebrows and eyes
look just like his father, Old Zhang! Hehe, when he grows up, he'll definitely be a little slut who can seduce girls,
hehe !"
I stared blankly at Aunt Tao, then glanced at Yu Ganyou, thinking to myself: Ugly Yu Ganyou,
yet he married such a beautiful woman, the things of this world are truly unbelievable!
"Hey, I said," Dad blushed, somewhat embarrassed, and urged, "It's already past midnight,
everyone should go to sleep. If you want to chat, we can chat tomorrow!" After saying that, Dad yawned, raised his arm, and with a whoosh, pulled
a curtain aside. Only then did I notice that the huge room was actually home to two families, simply
separated The west side of the curtain belonged to Aunt Tao and Yu Ganyou'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! Look,”
she said, starting to unbutton my clothes. “Tonight, Mom will cuddle you to sleep, hehe!”
“Oh, good Mom,” I sat happily 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. There are no more dormitories
at the company, so we have to live in the office. One office, two families make do!”
“Wow~~ two families living in one room, how fun! I’ve never encountered anything like this before
!” I thrashed around, pressing down on the bed until it creaked rhythmically under the weight
, just like the sickening moans Mom made when Dad was on top of her.
"Son, stop fooling around," Mom tucked me into the warm quilt and started helping Dad set up
the cot he'd somehow gotten his hands on. "Son, don't be naughty, listen to Mom, wait a little while, Mom will cuddle you
to sleep !"
"Old Yu," came Aunt Tao's distinctive soprano voice from the other side of the curtain, "
Something ." Then Aunt Tao began to chatter on and on about everything she'd seen and heard at the design institute, her voice
like a tractor that could never start, going on and on.
"Alright, alright!" Cod liver oil finally lost its patience: "Stop being so silly! Look at the time! Why aren't you asleep
yet?"
"Hmph," Aunt Tao, who was in the middle of her enthusiastic talk, seemed to have been doused with cold water and stopped abruptly.
After a few seconds of , Aunt Tao muttered dejectedly, "I'm happy to listen, take it or leave it! Hey," Aunt Tao called out to Mom's
full name, "Do you know anything about what's going on in the yard?!"
*Sizzle* Mom, who had just taken off her shirt and was about to pull down her sexy red undershirt,
heard Aunt Tao's call and thought she might lift the curtain and illegally cross the border. Looking at her trembling breasts and
white thighs, Mom hurriedly turned off the light: "Old Tao, what's wrong?"
"Haha," Mom said, feigning innocence. Aunt Tao didn't lift the curtain, nor did
she cross . Instead, she continued to chatter on about unfounded gossip through the curtain. Mom, half-heartedly agreeing
, casually pulled down her panties in front of Dad and me.
In the dim light, her plump, white buttocks were openly exposed. The thick patch of black hair between her legs
made me feel flustered and aroused. My intense curiosity about women compelled me to reach out and touch it
, but I didn't have the courage: Ah, what does Mom's urine look like hidden among that black hair?
How is it different from my aunt's perfectly clean urine? “ Sigh
,” Dad, leaning alone on the cot, frowned as he looked at Mom sitting naked beside me.
“The child is so big now, he’ll be 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 said dismissively, lifting the corner of the blanket. “Wearing a shirt and underpants, I can’t sleep soundly.
The more I sleep, the hotter my clothes get! Besides,” Mom said righteously, “it’s my own son, what’s there to
hide!”
With that, Mom stretched out her full, naked body, her warm torso pressed against mine, and declared confidently
, “You don’t understand, this is called first-class sleep!”
“Mom,” I said, deliberately placing my hand on her chest, stroking it greedily,
while chiming 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 was art! It was
human body art! And the older students even hired real people at high prices to take off their clothes and copy them on the spot! It
’s the real deal!”
“Okay, okay,” Dad waved his hand, “Don’t spout nonsense. Drawing naked buttocks, you call that art?
Don’t slut people! Aren’t you ashamed? I think your art teacher is a pervert!” “Hehe,” Mom said, turning around with a smile, her plump
fingers pinching my cheek. "Son, ignore your father. He knows nothing but playing with stones. The human body is art, of course! It's unique and the most perfect work of art in the world ! Son, study painting well, and when you reach a certain level, Mom will be your model! That'll drive your old-fashioned father crazy!"

I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and 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 voluntarily
become models for great painters. Those without a title don't even get a chance!"
"Okay," my mother's beautiful eyes lit up, and she rewarded me with a passionate kiss. "Son, then you should
study . 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 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! Its well-proportioned frame supports a symmetrical torso, wrapped
in a translucent, pinkish-white skin that radiates a soft, lustrous sheen in the sunlight.
The varied undulations and contours form countless dazzling curves, so wondrous and
complex
that even the great painter Leonardo da Vinci could not accurately and vividly depict them. Beneath this delicate skin
lies a mysterious world: a brilliantly intelligent brain, a throbbing heart, and ceaselessly flowing
blood, imbuing this work of art with vibrant life.
My naked mother is indeed a work of art, a beautiful and moving one, especially
when she emerges from her bath. Her tender body, glistening with water droplets, seems draped in a dazzling
pearl-embellished garment under the night light. She lies comfortably naked on the bed, her hand on a towel, tenderly caressing her delicate
body. Her graceful posture is a perfect depiction of a noblewoman emerging from her bath!
After drying her flawless body, she picks up a comb and scissors, like a dedicated
artist meticulously refining her already perfect work of art.
However, one dark winter night, when I woke up and habitually reached for my artwork beside me,
ready to caress it as usual, I unexpectedly witnessed
something , thus greatly diminishing the beauty of this work of art.
I saw my most cherished artwork being pressed down on my mother by my father, his dark, rough body
relentlessly rubbing against her tender white skin, producing a sizzling sound that broke my heart. I angrily reached out to push
him off, but in the darkness, I saw his unwavering dedication, his tireless , oblivious rubbing and working, completely unaware that I had quietly woken up and was glaring at him 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 flowing so frequently, so profusely, so hot. 　　I couldn't help but feel afraid: perhaps pressing and rubbing against my mother was the second thing my father did after work each night? If that was the case, I absolutely dared not interfere with his work, just as I wouldn't interfere with him handling the stones during the day; otherwise, he would give me an unforgettable and resounding slap . 　　But watching helplessly as my father tormented my mother, ruthlessly destroying this work of art , I felt resentful. 　　"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho," my mother suddenly groaned . 　　Alas, my poor mother must have been driven to the brink of despair by my father, crying out in pain. Heartbroken turned my head, and an even more shocking scene came into view. My mother, who was usually so dignified and elegant, was shamelessly posing in a vulgar and incredibly ugly position. Her two beautiful legs, which always captivated me, were spread wide open in a wanton manner, her plump fat all bulging on her pair of strong buttocks . Under my father's heavy pressure and impact, they obediently and clumsily twisted and trembled, making crisp smacking sounds . Ripples of fluid splashed from her hairy crotch, filling the air with a strange, pungent smell. 　　What puzzled me most was that my mother, who was moaning rapidly, showed no discomfort or pain on her sweaty face. Instead, she seemed unusually excited and absorbed. From her eager gaze and desire-filled expression, she seemed extremely satisfied with my father's savage-like rubbing and thrusting. 　　The more violently my father thrust, the more wildly excited my mother became, and the more rapid and unrestrained her moans grew. When she reached her climax, she even opened her arms, which should have been for me, but instead, I was disgusted and she hugged my father. She stared blankly at him with her saliva-drenched mouth, either smacking her lips against his rough face, or whimpering and biting his stubble-covered jaw, or raising her head, sticking out her tongue, and licking his chest, leaving sticky stains. 　　Ugh, that posture, that movement, that expression—it's disgusting! It's utterly unbearable to look at! The beauty of my mother, this work of art, isn't just diminished, it's completely gone. Looking at my mother's vile and ugly state, I felt an inexplicable disgust towards this work of art: How disgusting, Mom! I hate you! I'll never like you again! 　　"Oh—oh," my mother's licking deeply aroused my father, who thrust even harder. Finally, he pushed my mother's face away, forcefully pressing her beneath him. At the same time, he lowered his head and took my mother's large, red, coin-sized nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with a gurgling sound. It made me grit my teeth, seething with rage: My mother'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 Dad, but it was pinned down by his knee. I couldn't grab the pillow. In desperation, I had a sudden inspiration and scrambled to my feet: "Mom, I need to pee!" 　　"Ouch," Mom, who was grumbling and struggling with Dad, hurriedly pushed him away: "Get down , the child is awake!"

"Damn it," Dad said, rolling away in disappointment. Mom, covered in sweat, picked up the spittoon.
I, who had no urge to urinate, managed to squeeze out a few drops of urine, which gushed out into Mom's arms. I stroked
Mom's body, which Dad had wantonly violated, 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 a pleading tone: "Oh, oh, son, go to sleep, Mom will cuddle with my precious son and go to sleep!" After
a while, Dad, who had been 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's a child
at home, don't do this!"
But tonight, Dad, who had carried me for more than ten miles through the snow, was already snoring loudly, and with Mom's
warning , he didn't seem to have any intention of climbing on Mom. This made me very happy. Tonight, Mom is
beautiful.
"Hehe," listening to Dad's thunderous snoring and seeing me gently stroking her 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 suddenly
disgusted: Shameless Mom! I put my fingers together and pinched her hard. Suddenly, Mom cried out,
"Oh dear, son, pinch me gently! Look how you've pinched my nipple so hard it's swollen! If I get mastitis, I
'll have to have it removed. Then you can touch it all you want!"
With that, Mom pushed my hand away. In the darkness, from the other side of the curtain, the creaking of
the bed : "Huff,
huff, huff, huff..."
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho..."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."
“Son, look,” oh ho, no need to ask, at this very moment, Cod Liver Oil must be
pressing heavily on Aunt Tao's body, just like Dad, engaging in that filthy act, its incredibly long face buried against Aunt Tao's beautiful
face
, humming and smacking as it bites. How disgusting! Another work of art being needlessly ruined. Seeing
me listening intently, my mother blushed and pulled the blanket over my head: “Son,
sleep , sleep, go to sleep!”
“Hum, hum, hum, hum…”
“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
pressed against my mother's slightly protruding belly, and my chin even touched the tips of the dark hair between her legs. My mother gently patted the back of my head through
the blanket : "Son, go to sleep, go to sleep quickly!"
I was wide awake, my bright eyes staring restlessly at my mother's crotch, my nostrils darting around
, secretly sniffing my mother's incredibly familiar scent. At the same time, I tried to guess
what Aunt Tao and Cod Liver Oil were doing on the other side of the curtain, doing something shameful and filthy. Hmph, it was nothing more than like my mother and father
, both of them overlapping, one with their thighs spread, the other with their buttocks sticking out, humming and
moaning .
"Oh dear, what's wrong with you!" Aunt Tao's grumbling was unusually clear in the quiet room: "
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 it coldly, just like a mother scolding a father in a fit of anger: "Humph, 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 worse and worse,
you don't know how to play at all, it's making me feel so itchy inside, harder, harder, harder!"
"Humph," the cod liver oil, clearly displeased with the scolding, had put in so much effort,
but still didn't get any benefit. Sigh, at least it had worked hard: "Humph, you think I'm no good? You, you, find another
one !"
"Divorce!" Aunt Tao retorted without backing down. I vaguely heard a thud, probably from Aunt Tao
pounding the useless cod liver oil under her. Then came the rustling and tearing of the quilt:
"Get out of here! Go to your workplace tomorrow and get a letter of introduction for a divorce!"
"Hmph, fine, I can't live without you!" The cod liver oil was searching for something: "Hmm, my pillow
!"
"Don't know? Find it yourself!"
"Oh no," I was listening gleefully when someone lifted the corner of the quilt. 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 curtain had woken Dad from his sleep, and at the same time, it
had aroused his desire. You see, he couldn't stand the loneliness any longer. He climbed off the narrow cot, and despite
Mom's repeated shoving, Dad shamelessly squeezed onto the big wooden bed, lifting Mom's thigh with one hand. Through the
tangled black hair between my mother's legs, I saw a thick, rolling pin-like penis, veins bulging, its tip shiny black
: Damn it, Dad's going to use this thing to destroy my artwork again!
Ugh, how annoying Dad, he's going to pin Mom down again. Mom's beauty tonight will be ruined by Dad
's big penis. Thinking of this, I was furious and grabbed the big pillow beside me.
"Here—you, pillow,"
I was about to throw my pillow at Dad when, unexpectedly, from
the other side of the curtain in the darkness, with Aunt Tao's shout, a huge, heavy pillow flew over
the curtain and straight at Dad. Unaware that Dad was entangled with Mom, the heavy pillow
hit him squarely on the back of the head.
Dad instinctively covered the back of his head, exclaiming in bewilderment, "Oh dear, what
happened ?!"
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"What are you doing, ah... well, you've really grown up, daring to hit someone, I'll fucking fight you to the death,
ow—,"
Suddenly, a violent tearing sound erupted from the other side of the curtain, shattering the silence of the night. Aunt Tao's
shrill screams echoed piercingly in the room, even drifting out the window and startling
the moon, which had been hiding behind the clouds. The round moon peeked out with a playful grin, silently hovering outside the window,
its faint light
reflecting off the curtain.
I stared with curiosity at the almost translucent curtain illuminated by the moonlight. I saw
Yu Ganyou, waving her large fist in one hand and grabbing Aunt Tao's short, ear-length hair with the other, angrily pounding on it.
Aunt Tao struggled desperately, like an old hen about to be slaughtered, her two
white : "Ouch... I'll hit you, I'll hit you... If you're so capable, just kill me! Ouch, ouch, ouch
..."
The half-naked figures of the fish liver oil couple were exaggeratedly reflected on the curtain, as if a
ridiculous , making me cover my face and chuckle.
"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 snapped on the light. "Hey, I said,
what are you two doing making such a ruckus in the middle of the night! Stop moving, calm down! Okay."
With that, Dad rolled out of bed, flung open the curtain, and headed straight for Yu Ganyou
, who had started the fight. "Old Yu, what are you doing? Hitting someone 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 come down, and Yu Ganyou reluctantly gasped, "Old Zhang,
don't worry about it, I've been holding back this for a while now, and today, I'm going to give her a good thrashing!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Aunt Tao seized the opportunity to escape, 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 mule, useless at everything. We've been together for so many years, and you can't even plant a seed! We got married in the same year as Old Zhang, but look at him, his kids are almost in school, but me? Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah..." 　　"Fine, fine, fine..." Yu Gan You was speechless, breaking free from her father's grasp, angrily grabbing her pants, "I'm incompetent, I can't do it, I'm leaving, I'll make room for you. If you have a plan, go find someone capable to plant it ! I guarantee you'll plant a golden colt!" 　　"Hey, hey, hey, fine, go ahead and leave. I'll have some peace and quiet then. 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 dish, and you don't even know how much water to add when cooking rice! I think this bookworm who's lazy and knows nothing about farming 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 Yu’s pants, “Old Yu, look at you, throwing a tantrum , aren’t you? You know Old Tao’s temper, he’s just a bit of a nag, but when he gets angry, it’s a storm, and then he’s fine, nothing’s wrong! Hey, hey…” Dad then turned to the 　　incessantly chattering Aunt Tao, sitting down very naturally beside her, his eager gaze fixed on her like an older brother’s. Aunt Tao, like a wronged little sister, sobbed even more sadly , “Alright, alright, stop crying.” 　　Dad raised his hand and gently, but deliberately, slapped Aunt Tao’s fair thigh, making a crisp slapping sound that 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, patting Aunt Tao’s thigh nonchalantly in front of Cod Liver Oil, while feigning concern, “Can’t you just shut up? Please shut your machine gun mouth, I’m begging you! Please, my little great-grandmother!” 　　“He’s really something, he dared to hit me,” Aunt Tao wiped away her 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 don’t hold grudges,” Dad’s gaze swept greedily over Aunt Tao’s barely concealed chest, “If you hadn’t kept nagging and angered Old Yu, would he have hit you? 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 She put on her shirt and underpants, stepped over the curtain, and, unsure how to react to their lewd behavior, pointed at Yu Gan You, still seething with anger, and said, “Old Yu, apologize to Old Tao right now!” 　　“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, turning his long face comically like a stubborn child: “Hmph, apologize to her? No way!” 　　“Old Yu,” Mom stepped forward, grabbing Yu Gan You’s arm, as if intentionally protesting : You’re intimate with Old Tao, so I dare to be intimate with Old Yu! Mom deliberately pressed her soft body against Yuganyou's , and not only that, she also grabbed Yuganyou's ear and twisted 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, where they were treated as private property, scolded and beaten at will!" #p#Page Title#e# 　　"No, no, I just won't apologize! I'd rather die than apologize!" 　　No matter how hard Mom tried, whether it was pressing against her, giving her flirtatious glances, pulling her ear, sweet-talking her , or earnestly persuading her, Yuganyou seemed determined, like a gentleman who remained unmoved by a beautiful woman, or a revolutionary martyr who would rather die than surrender. No matter how you tried to persuade 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, took Aunt Tao's hand, and said, "Ignore him. He's ungrateful, a stubborn fool. He's willing to stand there for you..."

"Just stand there until dawn, I'm done with you. Old Tao, come on, come sleep in my bed. If he doesn't
apologize , I'll dry him off!"
"Hmm~" Aunt Tao agreed, straightened her short, midriff-baring bra, and with her long,
sexy legs even longer than Mom's, she unhesitatingly stepped over the curtain and plopped down on the large 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 Cod Liver Oil wasn't leaving and was still
standing listlessly on the cold floor, Dad hurriedly gave a few words of persuasion, then irresponsibly returned to his cot,
pulled the curtain back up, slammed off the light, lifted the quilt, and crawled in. Dad's cot was right next to the large
bed, with Aunt Tao lying beside it. So close.
Given what had just happened, I was truly worried. In the darkness, Dad and Aunt Tao might even reach out to each other
, and do this and that. Thinking of this, my sleepiness vanished. I remained highly alert, secretly watching
Dad and Aunt Tao, determined to see if they did anything shameful. However, a few minutes later, Dad
started snoring again, whether genuinely or not, even louder than before, making the window frame creak.
Based on my years of experience monitoring Dad, I firmly believed that he was faking sleep to
lull Mom into a false sense of security. Like father, like son, I imitated Dad, not sleepy at all, but deliberately making soft, even
breathing sounds.
"Hehe," the two women, completely wide awake, turned to their sides, face to face, eyes
to eyes, whispering and chattering about nothing more than matters between men and women: "Hehe, hey,
how long can your old Zhang last?" "
Quick-tongued Aunt Tao asked Mom directly. Mom blushed slightly, unsure how to answer for a moment,
only smiling at Aunt Tao with a complex expression that seemed to be silently thinking: '
You probably know better than me how long my husband Zhang can last.
' 'My husband Yu is such a hopeless jerk!' Seeing Mom's smile without answering, Aunt Tao continued: 'Every time we have sex, he
just goes in, a few strokes, just when he's aroused me, he groans and it's over.
Can you believe it? Everyone says I get impatient with him! Anyone would be impatient, but you would be even more impatient!'
'Hehe,' Mom 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 frankly admitted. "Tell me what's wrong with me? I'm so interested in sex ,
it's like people have to eat every day. I think about sex every day, and if I don't have it for a day, I feel anxious, like I haven't done something important
. During the day at work, I feel disheartened and forgetful!" 　　"Heh heh," Mom asked sarcastically, "Is it that serious? Is sex that great? Are you so enthusiastic about it?" 　　"Enthusiastic, enthusiastic," Aunt Tao said with relish. "Every time we have sex, I lie flat on my back, and my whole body and mind are completely relaxed. I spread my legs, it's so relaxing. When Lao Yu's penis stirs inside, the feeling, the comfort, it's indescribable. My mind goes blank, and I forget all the worries and trivial matters at work during the day. My body feels light, like I'm riding on a cloud. If Lao Yu weren't on , I might have flown to heaven." "I've never smoked opium, but sex is definitely more exciting !" 　　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 endless fantasies. Watching Aunt Tao's lewd behavior, Mom yawned and flattened her body disdainfully: "Is it really that bad? Now you're making it sound like magic!" 　　"Hey, why don't you believe me? I'm asking you, did you have an orgasm?" 　　"What's an orgasm? I don't know!" Mom pretended not to understand, intentionally teasing Aunt Tao. The outspoken Aunt Tao was oblivious: "An orgasm, an orgasm is when the electricity comes in, inside, it's a tight, a spasm, it's..." Aunt Tao, with her science background, finally felt the inadequacy of her language: "It's...it's...how to say it? I know what it is, but I can't explain it. My Chinese is terrible; I almost didn't graduate!" Since the string of characters 7 could 　　not be accurately expressed in words, Aunt Tao simply wriggled her plump body and gave her mother a demonstration : "That's it, hey, hey, it feels so good!" Aunt Tao 　　, unconcerned, wiggled her hips, her chest and abdomen scraping against my body. In my dazed state, I felt a hard, pointed head 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 my mother what an "orgasm" was. 　　I turned my body, facing Aunt Tao's crotch. Ah, my father's hand had somehow slipped under the covers and was now sneakily rummaging around in Aunt Tao's crotch. 　　Meanwhile, Aunt Tao, with her strong libido, enjoyed my father's touch while secretly reaching out her own hand, politely slipping into my father's bed, probably grabbing my father's penis: "Ah, just like that." 　　In the darkness, Aunt Tao's hand quietly manipulated Dad's penis. The thick quilt rose and fell silently, sometimes forming a mound, sometimes a shallow depression: "Yes, yes, that's it, that means the climax is coming!" " 　　Hehe," Mom, lying flat at the far end of the bed, seemed oblivious to Aunt Tao and Dad's filth. Mom's eyes were half-closed, unwilling to watch Aunt Tao's obsessive lewdness: "Hehe, it really looks like it ! I think you could totally make a pornographic film!" 　　"Hey, don't sleep!" Aunt Tao patted Mom's shoulder while rubbing Dad's penis, refusing to let Mom 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!" "Having been married for many years but still unable to conceive, Aunt Tao was naturally very troubled. As the conversation progressed, the topic naturally turned to how to conceive. Aunt Tao lowered her voice and asked, 'Do you think a woman's ability to get pregnant has anything to do with the size of a man's penis?'"

"Well," Mom hesitated, remaining silent for a long time. Aunt Tao continued, "My husband's penis is very small.
When we first got married, we responded to the Party's call, and also, in order to achieve some success at work, we
decided to postpone having children for a few years. We use condoms during intercourse. Guess what size my husband uses
?"
"I don't know," Mom shook her head. Aunt Tao then asked, "And your husband,
what ?"
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 hands? Why am I pretending to be ignorant!
“Large size,” Mom said casually, gesturing 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 at the time. Old Zhang couldn’t put it on, but he insisted on
having sex, so he forced it on. But it broke after only a few thrusts. Because of this, 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 smacked 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,
he's tall and strong, but you might not 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!"
"That's not right," Aunt Tao replied very seriously, "My vagina isn't short at all. It's long and slender.
In all these years of marriage, every time we have sex, the head of Old Yu's penis has never reached the end. Let me tell you," to prove that
her vagina was long enough, Aunt Tao moved her face closer to Mom mysteriously.
"I've also gotten the wrong condom before. As a result, during intercourse, the large condom
just slipped loosely on 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. So I had to make do.
The condom was loose on Lao Yu's penis; he had to hold the tip 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 " "I'd just been fiddling with it for a bit, and somehow, maybe I was too excited, my fingers loosened,
and with a 'whoosh ,' the condom slipped right into my vagina! Oh no, what am I going to do? I panicked, and Lao
Yu was dumbfounded too. He frantically tried to pull it out
, but his fingers couldn't reach it. My vagina is so long! Lao Yu's hand could only reach halfway.
He had no choice but to find some metal tweezers and fiddle with it inside my vagina for ages before finally managing to grab the condom and carefully
pull it out. As a result, the tweezers tore my cervix, causing inflammation and pus! I had to get
penicillin injections for half a month!"
"Hehe," Mom smiled, "Your vagina is really long. I've had condoms slip
inside me too, but I can easily pull it out with a finger!" 　　"So, I think the problem lies with Lao Yu. His penis is too short and too small," Aunt Tao said
penis . "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, wasted. That's why I haven't gotten pregnant all these years!" 　　Goodness, I thought to myself: Aunt Tao, you can't blame everything on Yu for not being able to get pregnant. Look at how intimate you and Dad are, still holding onto his penis! You and Dad have been doing that kind of thing for a long time. If Yu's penis isn't good, or his penis is too short... 　　But what about my dad? Daddy's penis is big, you know that. Daddy has successfully shaped me, but with you, Daddy has no achievements whatsoever. What does that mean? It means that Aunt Tao, you yourself 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, just like a large but empty, hollow ore vein. No matter how hard Daddy, who is a professional in mineral processing, tries to dig and sift, he will never get the long-desired ore. He can only helplessly return it to your husband, who is a professional in tailings, for disposal, which is what Daddy calls using it as a toilet. “Semen leakage might be related to difficulty conceiving. The semen ca n’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! They all got pregnant .” 　　“Hey, it doesn’t work!” Aunt Tao denied. “This method is too old. I’ve tried it many times, even using pillows during intercourse. If one is too short, I use two. 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 is 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 innermost part. But the sperm die of exhaustion before they even reach the cervix, so how can I get pregnant!” 　　Humph, ptooey! I spat angrily, feeling deeply indignant on behalf of the cod liver oil: "Cod liver oil's penis is short; its sperm dies before it even reaches its destination. But Dad's extra-large penis is very long! His sperm definitely reaches right up to your cervix. However, you still can't get pregnant, so stop blaming innocent cod liver oil. The problem is..."

It's your own fault. Like I said, your mine is worthless, no matter
how much cod liver oil and Dad's semen you pour in, there won't be any return. If I were cod liver oil, I'd act decisively and
treat it as tailings—divorce! Get rid of it!
"Ouch, what's going on!" Just as I was lost in thought, Mom suddenly screamed and
sat up abruptly. Aunt Tao, thinking Mom had discovered her stroking Dad's penis, also screamed in
terror . Dad quickly pulled his hand out from between Aunt Tao's legs. I, hidden deep under the covers, secretly cheered:
Great, Mom's found out your shameful affair. Now for 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 to : "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!" Bang!
A hurried door slammed shut in the darkness. Since they lived in an office, there was only one
public restroom per floor, located at the far end of the corridor. As Mom, dressed in thin clothes, trudged through the dark and cold
corridor, Dad, who had been feigning sleep, saw an opportunity. He couldn't hold back any longer and finally became
restless. Hearing Mom's footsteps fade into the distance, Dad suddenly threw off the covers and pounced on Aunt Tao. Aunt
Tao, with unprecedented enthusiasm, opened her arms and called out to Dad in a dreamy, soft voice, "Old Zhang! Come on!"
"Darling," Aunt Tao pushed aside the quilt and shoved it onto my head. I wasn't about to miss this
chance to witness the spectacle. As Dad and Aunt Tao were whispering and entangled together, I quietly lifted the quilt,
my curious eyes wide open: Heh heh, look, that lecherous Dad must be taking advantage of Mom
dealing with her period in the public restroom to have his way with Aunt Tao, who has a high sex drive but can never get pregnant!
Dad and Aunt Tao were tightly embracing, breathing heavily, calling each other's
names affectionately while 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 at his stubble: "Ah,
Old Zhang, I've missed you so much! Ouch, it's prickly, you should shave!"
"Darling," after a brief but passionate kiss, Dad squeezed out of 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, ruffled hair, which had been messed up 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 on it with gurgling sounds: "Oh, Lao Zhang, give it to me, give it to me quickly... give me your penis , oh,
oh, oh..."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh..."
Her father, bare-legged and excited, stood by the bed, his large, 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, sucking and nibbling with relish before spitting out her father's large penis. She leaned back, her body,
clad arching her back dramatically. Ah, this was a rare opportunity, a chance not to be missed
! If she was going to do something good, she had to make the most of it! Aunt Tao gazed at her father with unbridled lust, her long legs stretched high, calling out to him with unbearable
thirst : "Old Zhang, come here, fuck me! If you don't seize this opportunity now
, there won't be another chance!"
"Darling, I'm coming," her father said, expertly pulling off Aunt Tao's panties. In the darkness, he raised his hand and
flung them onto the bed with a thud. They landed right in front of me with a soft thud, and instantly, an
uncontrollable stench assaulted my nostrils: Ugh, so smelly!
Despite the pungent odor, I still reached out out of curiosity and secretly grabbed Aunt Tao's panties.
The crotch was already soaked; without a doubt, this was
evidence of Dad's wanton groping of Aunt Tao's crotch while Mom wasn't looking. I gently touched the wet area with my palm, and the sticky, lustful fluid immediately
coated my hand. Hearing Aunt Tao's lewd moans, I strained my nose and sniffed my palm intently
:
Wow, my God!
The smell was so strong, like hot oil frying dried chili peppers, it almost
suffocated me. My head throbbed uncontrollably, my vision went black, and two streams of tears rolled
down : My God, what is this smell? It's a hundred times spicier than chili oil! This kind of vagina can
kill any strong, healthy 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 an
incredibly spicy dried chili pepper—the intense stimulation followed by a prolonged numbness.
Looking at my palms, smeared with Aunt Tao's chili-oil-like secretions, I couldn't help but think of my mother's scent. I had
secretly sniffed her underwear after she had just changed; the scent 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, the more
you savored them! Ah, in this world, there is no better scent than my mother's—delicious and palatable, soothing to the throat and
relieving phlegm ! “Darling,” Dad lifted Aunt Tao’s calves, leaned forward, and proudly thrust
his burning hot cock into what Aunt Tao herself described as an unfathomably deep vagina, slurping and pulling it in: “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” 　　Dad sighed contentedly, his face tilted back, blissfully savoring Aunt Tao’s exceptionally spicy, deep , and long vagina: “Darling, it feels so good to be inside your vagina. My cock isn’t even fully inside, it still doesn’t reach the end, ah, what a long vagina!” 　　I thought to myself with glee: 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 hairy private parts thrusting forward with all her might, eagerly welcoming her father's thrusts: "
Hehe ... like this, like this you can go all the way in! Hehe... Old Zhang, don't just stand there making noises, push it in
!"
"Hmm," her father responded, slowing down the frequency of his thrusts, his entire large penis slowly plunging into Aunt Tao's
long vagina, while holding his breath, the head of his penis thrusting against Aunt Tao's vagina as much as possible. #p#Page Title#e#
"Ah—" Aunt Tao sighed deeply, her hands tightly gripping Dad's thighs: "Yes, yes,
that's best, ah, Lao Zhang, your penis head is touching my clitoris, move it a little, rub my
clitoris hard, yes, that's it, ah, good, great, a little harder, yes, rub my clitoris hard,
ah, ah,"
Aunt Tao still gripped Dad's thighs, in her ecstasy, she even let out frequent, low "ah,
ah!" sounds, while her thighs twisted lewdly, her body trembling
uncontrollably gradually, a snow-white knee moved in front of my eyes, the tender thigh, covered with fine hairs in the moonlight, rubbed against the corner of the
blanket
with a rustling sound, while the inside of the thigh made a hissing sound.
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 sensual and nauseating "plop" 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 Dad with considerable disappointment.
His neglected vagina was pitifully open, the two fleshy, fishy lips drooping listlessly. Aunt Tao thought Dad was afraid of being caught by Mom and
wanted to slip away before he was done. She pulled at Dad with one hand and put the other to her lips,
looking at him pleadingly: "Old Zhang, don't be afraid. She's just back so quickly. When a woman has her period, it's a lot of trouble.
It'll take her a while to deal with it. Come on, fuck me a few more times. She just got her call, but you don't want to do it anymore!"
"Who said I didn't want to do it?" Dad took a deep breath, gripped his big cock, and assumed a
posture of making a comeback: "I didn't say I didn't want to do it. I just don't want you to hold me. I like to be fucked hard, not just
moaning around inside!"
"Ah," before the words were even finished, Dad's dripping, large penis aimed at Aunt Tao's vagina and thrust in fiercely.
Aunt
Tao moaned softly, looking at Dad with satisfaction. When Dad pulled his penis out again, Aunt Tao stretched out
her finger , dipped her fingertip in the secretions on Dad's penis head, and shamelessly put it in her mouth, sucking it with a smacking sound
: "Mmm, mmm, mmm, Lao Zhang, I like you so much, I like everything about you!"
"Hehe," Dad grinned, and his shiny penis head plunged into Aunt Tao's vagina again. Aunt Tao
moaned again, and at the same time, dipped her fingertip in the secretions attached to the large black hair at the base of Dad's penis,
shamelessly putting it in her mouth, sucking it while smacking her lips like a begging pet dog:
"Oh, oh, so good, so comfortable, Lao Zhang, fuck me harder, yes, um, fuck me to death!" #p#Page Title#e#
Dad's big hands pressed hard against Aunt Tao's inner thighs, his thick, long penis frequently going in and out of Aunt Tao
's vagina, each time pulling out completely and then thrusting in completely. Each time it went in, with
the rapid , Aunt Tao would moan, whether real or not, and her vagina would also make obscene crisp sounds. The two
fleshy lips rolled over ridiculously, flapping and flapping as they wrapped around Dad's big penis. Dad took a breath,
gritted his teeth and thrust hard, then pulled his buttocks back, and his big penis quickly withdrew. Aunt Tao's vagina then
became empty, once again emitting a rolling, suffocating stench.
“Old Zhang,” Aunt Tao seemed dissatisfied with this method of play. Her long vagina especially enjoyed the grinding and
rubbing 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 that she desperately needed Dad’s large penis: “Is this way of fucking good?”
“Good,” Dad answered proudly with another powerful thrust, “I like this way of fucking the most. I
close my eyes , and every time I enter, there is 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 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 legs, numb from Dad's massage, remained spread apart, her mouth still sucking
on her fingertips, smeared with his secretions, still wanting more. "Sigh,"
With a whoosh, hearing Mom open the door, Aunt Tao finally closed her legs, grabbed the rumpled blankets, and listlessly crawled
inside. "Sigh, so boring!" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(III) 　　Dad pretended to sleep again, making deceptive snoring sounds. Aunt Tao put on her smelly underwear, pulled the quilt over her head tightly, and lay stiffly like a corpse, motionless. In the darkness, I noticed Mom glaring indifferently at Dad, then biting Aunt Tao under the quilt with jealousy. Then, shivering, she scurried into the quilt. As soon as her cold bottom touched me, I curled up: "Oh, Mom, you're so cold!" 　　"Yes, son, I'm freezing, smack smack..." Mom stretched out her cold arms and hugged my neck , her full breasts pressed tightly against my body, her rosy cheeks rubbing against my face: "Oh..."

"Oh dear, oh dear, it's so cold, son, Mom's freezing! Warm me up!"
"Ah, Mom..." I raised my arm and gently stroked my mother's icy body, trying to
transfer a pitiful amount of warmth to her through my palms.
My mother, like an obedient little girl, nestled against my chest. Her crotch, padded with toilet paper
, was noticeably bulging, pressing hard against my crotch through her undershirt—it was so unpleasant. Normally,
when I was intimate with my mother, I would deliberately nudge her crotch with my knee, enjoying the extra softness and warmth.
However, my mother's monthly period was extremely unpleasant. Not only did I hate it, but I also hated the strange smell. My father hated it too. At this
time
, he never... I used my excuse to bother my mother.
When I was bored, I often thought: Why does Mom have this filthy period every month? It makes her underwear all dirty
, emitting a pungent, rotten fishy smell.
I remember very clearly one night, my mother, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly sat up,
screaming as she turned on the light. The sudden, bright beam of light woke me.
I opened my eyes and saw: Wow, my mother's crotch was covered in foul-smelling menstrual blood, a bright red
puddle on the white sheet. My mother, naked, sat dejectedly in the filthy puddle, like a flawless piece of white jade
fallen into a dirty swamp. I felt so heartbroken and indignant: "Mom, what happened? Who hit you?" I
grabbed my mother's arm, my face contorted with pain: "Why is there so much blood?"
"Go away," my mother angrily shoved me: "Get away from me, don't come any closer, it's too dirty!" "
Saying this , Mom lifted her blood-soaked white bottom: 'Oh dear, what happened! How am I going to clean this up? It's
so worrying!'
Thinking of the smell of Mom's menstrual blood, I naturally thought of the smell of Aunt Tao's vagina.
Although the two women's smells were quite similar, I still stubbornly believed that Mom's smell was
much more elegant than Aunt Tao's. I love Mom, and I love her smell.
'Mom,' seeing that Mom had finally warmed up, remembering her expression when she got into bed, I grabbed Mom
's
neck, made up my mind, and quietly told Mom about what Aunt Tao and Dad had done.
However, to my surprise, Mom listened so calmly, so calmly that it frightened me
: 'Son,' after a long while, Mom put her lips to my ear and said, word by word, 'Mom
already knew! Don't mention it, go to sleep!'" "
Alas, I am so disappointed: my mother, who is usually so decisive, independent, and arrogant in front of my father, even
somewhat willful, why is she so pathetic tonight? I can't understand it: why is my mother
enduring this ? Why doesn't she lash out? Why doesn't she scold my father? As I think about this, an overwhelming sense of
drowsiness suddenly overwhelms me, and gradually, my mind begins to drift into a hazy state, sometimes asleep, sometimes awake, sometimes delirious
.
Whoosh—, suddenly a cold wind howls outside the window, whistling and whistling as it sweeps past
, making the windowpanes creak and groan. Half asleep, half awake, it seems the wind has blown open
a , and whoosh, the cold wind takes advantage of the opening, climbing up the roof, swirling wildly,
and under the influence of the heating, quickly turning into thick white mist that slowly spreads down from the high roof."
"Mom..." I called to my mother beside me, "The wind blew the window open, Mom, quickly close the window
, it's so cold!"
But my mother didn't move. I turned around, about to reach out and push my sleeping mother away, when suddenly,
two
short, ugly monsters emerged from the thick fog. They had huge heads like blocks of sauce, but short bodies
like chimpanzees, and their bodies were covered in thick, dirty hair. "Ah, who are you? Why did you come into
my house?"
The two monsters ignored me completely. Their hairy, ape-like faces were covered in bestial, lewd smiles. Their thick, rabbit-like
lips were curled upwards, and their bean-sized eyes gleamed with a terrifying green light, staring straight at my mother's
beautiful face. At the same time, they each extended sharp, withered hands like monkey claws. One lunged at my mother,
and the other ran towards Tao.
"Get away! Don't touch my mother!" Seeing the monster's disgusting, filthy hands trying to defile my mother, who was like a work of art,
sacred and inviolable , I was instantly filled with rage and lunged at the monster without thinking.
My hands grabbed the monster's messy fur, and I immediately felt an unbearable itch in my palms. For my mother,
I was not afraid of anything. I pulled the monster tightly with both hands. The monster grunted angrily and slowly turned around.
Its dusty body emitted a nauseating smell of sweat mixed with coal dust. The smelly
monster glared at me impatiently, not taking me seriously. With a light lift of its short hind legs, it
easily kicked me off the bed.
"Mom, Mom!" I scrambled to my feet, barefoot and shivering in the cold. My mother
was so close , normally I could reach out and touch her, but now I couldn't touch anything, and I couldn't get back to
bed
. I watched helplessly as the monster pulled back my mother's blankets. "
Mom , Mom, waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah..."
I screamed desperately, jumping and leaping, but my mother and Aunt Tao remained fast asleep. That damned Dad and
Yu Gan You, perhaps afraid of the monster, watched their wife being violated without daring to intervene. I stepped forward to help, and sure enough, those two spineless men had vanished,
cowering like
cowards.
The monster was already on top of my mother, who remained oblivious. The monster's ugly, hairy claws began to tear off my mother
's shirt, making me furious. "Mom!" In desperation, I grabbed the large curtain behind me and
threw it at the monster. With a sudden burst of strength, I heard a snap, and the curtain rope broke in the middle.
The long, wide, and thick curtain ripped open, trapping the two monsters and pulling me inside as well.
"Ah, ah..." The two monsters and I thrashed about inside the curtain, trying to escape its confinement
, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't get out. In the chaos, I felt...
He grabbed one of the monsters, then hugged it tightly, opened his mouth wide, and bit its soft 　　body :
"I'll bite you to death, see if you dare to bully my mother again! Ah, ah, I'll bite you to death..." * Whoosh whoo　　... 　　The dull winter sun slanted across a corner of the window frame, its lifeless rays filtering through the dense frost and falling onto the desk beside the bed. On the corner of the desk next to the bed lay a bowl of still-warm milk and half a steamed bun. Under the small alarm clock was a note, bearing my mother's neat and elegant handwriting. She earnestly admonished me: "My dear son, Mom is going to work. After you've eaten breakfast, stay in your room and study or read. If you get tired, your head feels foggy, or your eyes hurt, play in the hallway for a while. Don't go outside the office building. There are wild children outside who will bully you. When you play in the building, always lock your door…" and so on. 　　Following my mother's instructions, I ate breakfast and did my daily reading. Gradually, my head started to swell , and my eyes became dry. So, as my mother instructed, when my eyes hurt, I stood by the window and gazed into the distance. I moved a chair over and climbed onto the windowsill, but the thick frost on the glass completely blocked my view . I couldn't see anything, not even the scenery below. 　　I imitated my aunt, licking away the thick frost with my tongue and silently . The cold sun hung in the gray sky, its blinding silver rays reflecting on the misty road. The snow on the road, hardened and smoothed radiated a mirror-like, chilling light that intimidated all pedestrians. 　　In less than a minute, the hole I'd licked, under the chilling air, healed rapidly like a wound , forming a coin-shaped icicle. I scraped it off with my fingers, and the hole immediately reappeared covered in a layer of fresh white frost , seemingly deliberately trying to annoy me, completely obscuring the icy world outside the window. 　　Staring at the hole, now covered in frost again, I jumped off the chair in a huff, flung open the door, and entered the long , cluttered corridor. I shuffled along the creaking floorboards, cautiously looking around. On either side of the corridor were offices: the Dean's Office, the General Affairs Department, the General Layout Department… I even saw the Mineral Processing Department and the Tailings Department. However, I didn't see my father or Cod Liver Oil; instead, I encountered many unfamiliar faces, hurrying in and out of the various offices. 　　"Hey," I was peering around through the doorframe when a chilling voice rang out behind me, "Little guy, what are you doing?" 　　"I," I turned around, and stood before me a stern-faced elderly man with a white beard: "Whose child are you? Why are you running around in the office building, disrupting the design institute's work!" 　　"I, I," I pointed to the end of the corridor, "Grandpa, I live in this building. I'm Zhang..."

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