The young widow and little me

I was born in a rural area in Northwest China, and my childhood was incredibly rich and varied. Compared to children growing up in big cities, I had many more memories filled with a pastoral atmosphere and a wild spirit.

Among boys my age, I was considered precocious, even excessively so. Why? Because I was never very talkative, and my parents were afraid I'd become withdrawn and develop health problems, so they sent me to school at a very young age.

I was the youngest in my class, more than two years younger than the others. By the time I was twelve, I was already in the second year of junior high school, but because of my young age, I rarely played with my classmates; they thought I was too young.

Actually, my physical development was quite rapid; I wasn't much shorter than them.

But my precocious puberty had another reason, which stemmed from an unexpected event.

Back then, we lived in single-story houses, rows of tiled houses, each with a front and back yard, with six or seven households in each row. Our house was at the far west end, and I often climbed onto the roof to fly kites, a cotton string carrying the joy of my childhood. However, if I disturbed the adults in the neighborhood, the result was often being scolded and kicked off the roof :p.

Sitting alone on the roof, watching the sunset, the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, and flocks of pigeons buzzing by (why? like flies?), for some reason, a feeling of loneliness would drift through my heart. Perhaps it was because I wasn't very sociable and didn't like playing with other children.

I remember it was June, and as usual, I was flying a kite alone on the roof. Unfortunately, the kite didn't take off and landed in the neighbor's yard before it even got airborne.

Next door lived Sister Fang, a pitiful woman. Sister Fang's husband had been swept away by the merciless floodwaters during a dike breach the previous year. He left behind Sister Fang, who was only 20 years old and newly married. The town, considering Sister Fang's suffering, arranged for her to work as an accountant in the village, so she wouldn't have to farm anymore. But the pain of losing her husband still tormented Sister Fang, making her grow thinner and thinner day by day. To retrieve the kite, I slipped along the courtyard wall into Sister Fang's yard. Just as I was about to pick it up, a splashing sound caught my attention. The sound was coming from the kitchen at the other end of the yard. Curiosity compelled me to quietly approach, lift the curtain, and peek inside.

Ah, the sight before me stunned me!

A naked body lay before me—Sister Fang was taking a bath. Her back was to the door, and she was scooping up a ladle of water and slowly pouring it over her body.

That scene remains vivid in my memory: her snow-white back, her rounded buttocks, her long legs—that alluring posture left my young, naive mind blank. A certain part of my body seemed to awaken from a dream, a tingling sensation spreading through my genitals. I stared, mouth agape, dumbfounded, as Sister Fang poured water over herself, and I didn't even try to run away!

After watering the plants, Sister Fang picked up a bar of soap and began to lather her body. First, her slender neck, then her chest, back, buttocks, and thighs. When her hand moved to that private area in front of her body, she seemed to tremble slightly. She stopped lathering, put the soap aside, and slowly parted her legs.

Even though her back was to me, I could still clearly see her movements.

Sister Fang's left hand began to slowly knead her breasts, while her right hand caressed that private area. After a while, she seemed a little dizzy and leaned against the water tank beside her. Her legs spread wider, and her body slowly turned to face me sideways. Her eyes were closed, and a hint of pain, yet also a look of pleasure, appeared on her beautiful face.

Perhaps because she had never given birth, she maintained a very good figure. Her breasts were like two snow-white porcelain bowls placed on her chest. Their firmness and beauty made me unable to distinguish whether the beautiful body in my memory belonged to Sister Fang or Venus.

Her body was slightly plump, but far more sensual than that of a slender woman; perhaps this was why Yang Guifei was so beloved by men.

As pleasure gradually intensified, her body trembled slightly, and her beautiful breasts quivered gently, the two deep red nipples erect and firm, the areolas neither too large nor too small, further emphasizing the softness of her breasts.

My excitement grew stronger, a rush of blood to my genitals, and my 12-year-old body experienced its first erection. Because of the hot weather, I was only wearing a pair of loose shorts (excuse my poor appearance, I didn't like wearing underwear as a child), and a small tent appeared in the front of the loose shorts.

Perhaps finally waking from the shock, I finally... actually...

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