A slap during puberty

In my daily life, I'm an extremely easygoing person. This laid-back and unambitious attitude makes me live a more relaxed life than most people, especially in my attitude towards people and things—I'm more open-minded and less conflicted. For example, my complicated, somewhat distant relationship with my mother.
Those born in the 80s and 90s were among the first to embrace sexual culture after China's reform and opening up, namely, the well-known Japanese island culture. Few men who grew up in the new millennium are unaware of actresses like Aoi Sora and Ozawa Muto. It was around that time that I began to learn about some strange things between men and women.
When I was in the first year of junior high school, a friend secretly showed me a book with pictures and text. Flipping through it, I discovered it was filled with photos of naked women. The distinct genitalia of adult women stunned me, a child encountering pornography for the first time. The memory is still vivid.
After quickly flipping through a few pages and returning it to my friend, I spent a week absentmindedly, for the first time. The image of full, round breasts, thick pubic hair, and two wet, pink labia lingered in my mind, and my grades plummeted from then on.
My life became a rollercoaster ride. As I mentioned before, I'm a free spirit. Since my grades were falling due to special circumstances, I figured I might as well accept it. I thought everything gets boring eventually, and these pornographic magazines would just become a memory, and my studies would improve again.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the sacred, innate nature of sex. Throughout junior high, I was obsessed with everything related to sex. I even secretly studied the *Su Nu Jing* and *Jin Ping Mei*, to the point that I memorized all 72 positions and 36 types of sexual acts. Not to mention, I went from reading pornographic books to watching pornographic videos. A seed of obscenity was deeply planted in my heart.
Mature women, lolis, stockings, SM, incest… all sorts of Japanese culture flooded my brain, and I was completely obsessed.
It's actually quite funny, really. During my adolescence, I didn't know anything about sex, let alone masturbation. Every time I had an erection, I was terrified and afraid of being seen. I think it's the same as a girl getting her first period – people are always afraid of the unknown and new things.
Things took a turn for the better later on, and it changed my life. I clearly remember it was Friday. Since the next day was Sunday, I didn't go to bed early. I watched TV until after 11 pm and still wasn't sleepy. Because my mother was a night owl and couldn't sleep, I had to turn off the lights and go to bed.
But even after lying down, I couldn't fall asleep. A teenager like me has a lot of energy, especially since I had made plans with my friends to play CrossFire the next day. I was quite excited, since CrossFire was a wildly popular game from many years ago. So, while trying to fall asleep, I was also thinking about which internet cafe to go to.
I had been dozing for a while when I vaguely heard voices around me. As an aside, back then we hadn't moved into an apartment building yet, and I wasn't sleeping in a separate room from my parents, so I usually slept on the kang (heated brick bed). Therefore, I could hear any noise around me clearly.
I wasn't sleeping soundly, so I didn't pay much attention. "Son, are you asleep?" That was my mother's voice. "Yes, yes, don't worry, honey," was my father's voice, followed by the sound of him pushing and shoving the covers.
Curious, I instantly became fully awake, but I didn't move, pretending to be fast asleep. I even snored a few times to indicate I was asleep and that they could do whatever they wanted.
While they were talking, I quietly turned to the side and twisted my head to try and see what they were doing. My father lifted the covers and climbed onto my mother, pinching and rubbing her breasts. Since the light was off, I couldn't see what my father was doing, but I heard the smacking sound and I seemed to understand what was going on.
There was no foreplay like kissing in adult films. After fumbling around for a while, Dad apparently couldn't find a condom and turned on the light. Incandescent bulbs aren't as glaring as energy-saving bulbs these days.
The moment the light came on, I thought they'd discovered me, so I didn't dare breathe and nervously closed my eyes tightly to listen for any sounds. I guess my parents hadn't really noticed me at the time. After a while, Dad, wearing a condom, started getting down to business with Mom.
The man's heavy breathing mixed with the woman's muffled moans made me feel relieved, and I slowly opened my eyes. The heated kang beds in northern China are quite large, so the two of them, with their backs to me, leaned against each other without worry. The moment I opened my eyes, my heart was beating even faster than before.
Dad's penis wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It wasn't as big as a European's, but it was much better than a Japanese's. His condom-covered penis was moving in and out of Mom's vagina at a fairly fast pace.
The sounds of "plop" and "plop" echoed, and I could clearly see a trickle of moisture from my mother's genitals. Her wet pubic hair was tangled and matted together, even staining the sheets.
From my line of sight, I could see my mother's upper body. Her slightly purplish nipples glistened under the light as my father occasionally sucked on them, and her full breasts and erect nipples, combined with her slightly flushed and half-closed face, drove me wild.
So this is what sex is like! Seeing is believing, and the ancients were right. No matter how eloquently the videos and books described it, nothing beats the stimulation of reality.
My father placed his hands on either side of my mother's pillow, thrusting his hips hard every now and then. My mother responded with moans and groans, her suppressed voices trying not to wake me, which made me blush.
There weren't many fancy positions, no elaborate "old tree roots" or "lotus position" sex. The most traditional missionary position ended with a few rapid, forceful roars from my father.
The moment it was pulled out, I forgot my predicament and strained to open my eyes wide, staring intently at the point where my parents' waists met. With a soft "pop," like pulling a cork, my father's limp penis slid out of her vagina, revealing my mother's bright red vulva, like a cherry blossom.
That was the first time I made a shocking decision. If my father could penetrate that wet, half-open hole, why couldn't I? One day, I would straddle my mother and fuck her hard—no, not just once. I wanted to bring my mother unprecedented pleasure, to fuck my good mother every day.
Afterward, my father tied a knot in the condom and wrapped it in toilet paper. He then wiped my mother's vulva with her blue underwear, crumpled it up, threw it in a corner, turned off the light, and went to sleep. Soon, his familiar snoring began.
Finally able to turn over, I almost cried out, partly because the stiffness from maintaining that sleeping position for so long had restricted blood flow. On the other hand, her underwear was soaking wet, like she'd peed, a feeling I'd never experienced in my entire teenage years.
What I'd witnessed that night left my mind a jumbled mess. I knew I was born because of what my parents had done, but the incestuous nature of Japanese culture, coupled with the urge to confront it firsthand, made it hard to speak of. Thinking about the decision I'd made that night, I was still only in middle school, completely confused.
The next morning, I didn't even leave the house, let alone play games. After my parents went to work, I picked up my mother's underwear from the corner. It was still damp and sticky inside, the blue and white striped underwear wrinkled and slightly yellowed in the center. A gurgling sound escaped my throat as I pressed my mother's underwear tightly against my face. It smelled wonderful, so wonderful! Especially after I licked the center of the underwear repeatedly with my tongue,
the sweat and vaginal secretions from her genitals, mixed with the love fluid and urine left from yesterday's intercourse with my father—that smell is still unforgettable. If even what comes out of the body smells so good, wouldn't my mother's vagina smell even better?
The fishy and pungent smells stimulated my nasal cavity and taste buds. In the end, I even put the entire pair of underwear in my mouth and sucked hard on the underwear containing my mother's bodily fluids.
This was my first time masturbating with women's underwear. In my mind, one moment I was my dad on top of my mom, working hard, the next I was a man in an adult film licking a woman's genitals, only the protagonists were my mom and me. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I grabbed my mom's blue panties and rubbed my glans hard. Spurts of semen hit the panties, completing my first time.
As I stuffed the panties back, I forgot that my dad had used a condom the night before. Therefore, what happened when my mom came home that evening remains vivid in my memory.
My dad had gone to work overtime, and my mom, who works at a kindergarten, got off work at five. After cooking dinner and doing laundry, she took out the panties she had left in the corner the night before. While watching TV after dinner, I accidentally turned around and saw my mom standing there, not washing clothes, staring silently at the white liquid on the unfolded panties, motionless. That's it
, that was my first thought. My dad wasn't home all day, and he wouldn't have masturbated with my mom's panties, so the only one left must be me, her pampered only child.
Mom froze, her mind completely blank. How could she say this? Where did she even begin? For a moment, besides the sounds from the television, I waited anxiously for my fate.
Mom wasn't tall, so she was immediately drawn to Dad, who was 1.8 meters tall. Long, flowing hair and a gentle, unassuming demeanor were her first impressions. She was cheerful and rarely got angry, even when wronged, she usually kept quiet. Plus, Mom had gone to university, making her a true intellectual beauty. By the way, she was the most beautiful girl in her history department—her looks were undeniable.
But this 1.6-meter-tall woman, when she got angry, even my dad was no match for her, let alone me. The calm before the storm is the most comforting, but also the most nerve-wracking and challenging. So, after being slapped by Mom, I naturally felt relieved.
I thought I was about to be scolded, but Mom, regretting her actions immediately after hitting me, hugged me tightly, tears streaming down her face. For a moment, I was stunned.
Instinctively, I reached out and hugged my mother, but a sudden wave of self-loathing washed over me. How could I treat the mother who gave me life and raised me like this? Wasn't I worse than an animal?
Burying my head in my mother's chest, no sinful thoughts arose within me. Mother and I wept bitterly for a long time, and my mother didn't mention the underwear incident at all.

[The End]

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