Mom and the neighbor uncle

I was born in the forest area of Northeast China. When I was about seven years old, I lived with my parents in the factory's staff dormitory.

It was more like a series of small courtyard houses. There were three families in our courtyard, and it was common for neighbors to visit each other.

I must say, my mother was indeed a very beautiful woman: tall, fair-skinned, and somewhat resembling a young Joey Wong.

However, my father wasn't one to cherish women. They often argued fiercely over trivial matters, sometimes even coming to blows.

One evening, I was in the communal toilet in the courtyard, about to leave, when a figure rushed in, pulled down his pants, and started relieving himself. This man was Uncle Zhang from the east room. He was actually a few years older than my father, but I was used to calling him Uncle. His mother-in-law was bedridden, and his wife often took their daughter, Lanlan, back to her parents' home to care for her.

I stood there, staring at his crotch. This wasn't the first time I'd seen an adult man's penis (I'd seen my father's before), but Uncle Zhang's was even more magnificent than my father's. It was jet black, a color I hadn't even developed to resemble to this day.

Seeing me looking at him, Uncle Zhang gave a smug and frivolous smile, shaking off the remaining urine from his penis and giving it a flick. "What's wrong, Xiao Liangzi? Staring like an idiot? Uncle Zhang's is big, isn't it? How does it compare to your father's?" He reached out to grab me, and I dodged in disgust, but he scooped me up and dragged me outside.

As Uncle Zhang approached my mother, who was picking vegetables in front of our house, he chuckled, "Xiaoping, I was just letting your son play with a water gun!" My mother looked at the tall man holding me, tilting her head curiously like a young girl, and asked, "Really? Where did that water gun come from?" Uncle Zhang laughed heartily and pointed to his crotch, "Look, there's a big water gun here!" My mother laughed and scolded, "Pah! You pervert, what nonsense are you spouting in front of the child? Son, get down and stay away from this scoundrel!" She then stood up as if to hit him, but Uncle Zhang dodged and put me down, laughing, "Alright, big bad boy, go home!" and went back into the house.

That night, I waited a long time, but Dad didn't come home. In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt myself getting heavier and heavier. When I opened my eyes, I naturally burst into tears. Dad seemed unusually angry that day, constantly pulling blankets and pillows from the closet and throwing them at Mom, yelling, "I'll let you sleep! I'll let you sleep your fill tonight! You can let the dogs fuck you from now on!" In contrast, Mom seemed unusually calm. She got up without a word, dressed herself and me, and went back to her parents' house without looking back.

The next morning, I vaguely heard Mom talking to Grandma: "...Last night, Xiao Liang was asleep when he came back. He kept knocking on the door, and when I opened it, he was full of the smell of smoke and alcohol and tried to kiss me. His hands were ice-cold as he touched my genitals..." We stayed at Grandma's house for more than half a month. Dad probably finally couldn't bear the loneliness in his pants anymore and came to our house. Ignoring the details, he took Mom and me home.

That night, I tried my best to stay awake, but I still couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness.

In the boundless darkness, I vaguely heard the sounds of flesh colliding and fabric rubbing, accompanied by my mother's weak, helpless, intermittent moans, my father's heavy, bull-like breathing, and his suppressed roars: "My wife... I can fuck her whenever I want... Your dad wouldn't let me bring you back... Humph, and now she's still being fucked by me!" Throughout this, my mother remained silent, only moaning softly, almost like crying.

In the darkness, I couldn't see anything, but these sounds seemed to constantly stimulate some nerve within me, making me think, I also want to grow up quickly and experience what it's like to "fuck" a woman.

Thinking this, I slowly drifted off to sleep... If life were always peaceful, there wouldn't be so many stories, would there?

Sure enough, the good times didn't last long. Not long after, one evening, Uncle Zhang's wife took Sister Lanlan back to her parents' home to take care of her mother, and my father invited him over for drinks.

As the two men drank and chatted, it grew completely dark. I watched TV listlessly, the two old men arguing and drinking, my mother occasionally chiming in.

I can't remember what it was about, but my parents' argument erupted again.

Perhaps because Uncle Zhang was there, they both seemed unusually combative. My father grabbed a nearby glass, ready to fight, but Uncle Zhang quickly stopped him.

My mother wouldn't back down, and my father, veins bulging with anger, slammed his fist on the table, slammed the door, and stormed out. Uncle Zhang hurriedly chased after him.

My mother wiped away her tears, tidied the table, and then tried to coax me to sleep.

By this time, I was exhausted from crying and didn't need any comforting.

My mother, sitting on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) staring blankly at the TV, became increasingly blurry in my vision… "Why did you come back!

"

A low growl woke me, but I didn't want to open my eyes and face it, so I pretended to be asleep again.

It wasn't Dad who came in, but Uncle Zhang. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Dacheng went to sleep at work. I couldn't persuade him!" Mom sat back down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) and glanced at Uncle Zhang. "Why try to persuade him? Let him die out there!" Uncle Zhang, a little tipsy, said, "Hehe, I don't know if he'll die or not. Your brother Zhang is freezing to death. You two's arguing has really worn me out." Mom moved a little closer to the kang, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm so sorry you had to see this, Brother Zhang. You haven't lit a fire at home yet, have you? Come on up to the kang and warm up!" Uncle Zhang didn't stand on ceremony. He took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed). Looking at me, he whispered to my mother, "Sister, Liangzi is growing up so fast. Are you two still arguing like this in front of him? This isn't right!" Hearing this, my mother lowered her head, wiping away tears, and cried, "I don't want to be like this either, but what can I do?" Although it was winter outside, the house was warm. My mother had only worn a cotton vest before going to bed. As she bent over, Uncle Zhang, perhaps too drunk to notice, or perhaps seeing something that excited him, remained motionless.

After a long while, Uncle Zhang placed his strong arm on my mother's smooth shoulder, pulled her closer, and whispered words of comfort.

My mother's crying paused for a moment, and she obediently leaned against him. Perhaps Uncle Zhang's gentleness was exactly what she needed at that moment.

Uncle Zhang kept whispering something in my mother's ear. Although I couldn't hear clearly, his voice seemed like a bewitching whisper, lulling me to sleep.

It felt like only a blink of an eye before I woke up again, finding the television still on, flickering with glaring static. The warm air in the room was filled with a faint smell of foot odor, along with other scents I couldn't identify.

The sight less than a meter in front of me made me secretly widen my eyes: my naked mother, her fair skin shimmering softly in the dim light of the television, and on top of her, a similarly naked, dark-skinned, and strong man—not my father, but my dear Uncle Zhang! He was nibbling at my mother's breasts, then licking her arched neck, finally reaching her ear, biting it into his mouth, his tongue licking it relentlessly, making sticky, lewd sounds.

His hairy, thick legs were tightly intertwined with my mother's two long, beautiful legs, writhing slowly but powerfully.

My mother's eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted but barely uttering a sound. Her two delicate arms roamed incessantly across Uncle Zhang's broad back, seemingly exploring yet also grasping. She shook her head restlessly, burying Uncle Zhang's low growls and rapid breaths in her neck… My heart pounded inexplicably, and in the dim light, the intertwined silhouettes of my mother and Uncle Zhang rose and fell incessantly, like the surging tides, never ceasing.

At this rhythm, I closed my eyes again.

However, my sleep was restless, disturbed by countless chaotic and blurry dreams.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn. My mother was sleeping peacefully on her side, facing me. I momentarily thought that what I had seen last night was just a strange dream.

But I immediately realized this: one of my mother's exposed shoulders twitched backward, then twitched again. Looking closer, I saw a rough, large hand holding my mother's forearm and pulling it back, like a cautious probe, or perhaps a passionate invitation.

My mother still didn't wake up (at least that's how it appeared). Uncle Zhang's stubble-faced face slowly loomed larger behind my mother's long, dark hair. I quickly closed my eyes, then couldn't help but slowly squint again. He was carefully observing my reaction, kissing and licking my mother's slender neck and fair shoulders.

My mother still didn't wake up, only burying her head in the pillow. Uncle Zhang smiled smugly and lay back down.

I thought he had succeeded and went back to sleep, but then my mother's blanket began to undulate gently, as if the two bodies under the blanket were slowly making some adjustments.

Suddenly, Mom let out a soft groan, her body leaning forward. The blanket stopped, and a man's sigh came from behind her.

A large hand pulled the blanket covering their upper bodies up to their waists. I saw Uncle Zhang's right hand slip under Mom, tightly embracing her two full breasts, while his left hand reached under the blanket. They were moving in almost identical rhythms.

Slowly, Uncle Zhang, seemingly dissatisfied with any resistance to his assault on Mom, completely pulled the blanket off!

I pretended to roll over, shifting my body downwards. Their movements froze for a moment, just a brief instant. Seeing that I didn't wake up, they resumed their intercourse.

Now, just inches away, I saw a scene I will never forget: Mom's jade-like leg draped back over Uncle Zhang's hairy leg, a dark, incredibly thick penis inside Mom's honeypot, fiercely thrusting in and out of the gate of my life. The point where they were joined glistened with moisture, almost blindingly so.

And so, I watched intently, motionless, listening to their kissing and intercourse, and the sound of my own heart pounding, until the man behind my mother suddenly thrust forward… It was fully light now, and my mother had turned around to face Uncle Zhang.

After a moment of tenderness, Uncle Zhang tiptoed off the kang (a heated brick bed) and began to dress.

As he dressed, he looked down at my mother, picked up a sock, and held it to her face. My mother flinched, laughed, and playfully hit him. The two of them wrestled silently like a real married couple.

After he finished dressing, he sat back on the kang, bent down, and slipped his hand under the covers. He lingered with my mother for a while, then opened the door and left… When I was a teenager, because my parents argued, I wasn't very close to my father. I even wished Uncle Zhang was my father, and my mother and Uncle Zhang had cheated on him time and again.

If someone swore at me in real life, I would definitely beat them up, but this scene that actually happened always excites me when I think about it.

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