My First Half of Life 124

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Chapter 1:
I was born in 1980 in a rural village in Hebei. In those days, rural children didn't have computers or cell phones. We spent our days playing
in the mud and playing cards. The happiest time was when cartoons would be available to watch at six o'clock. I was the third child in my family,
with an older brother and an older sister.
My brother loved playing with the adults in the village, leaving my sister and me at home.
During holidays, we would do our homework together and play house. Our house had two rooms; my brother and I shared one, while
my sister slept with our parents.
It was a typical, warm and ordinary farming family. When I was 12, my father decided to go into business, following the trend, and
went south alone. The four of us were left at home. Every weekend, my brother would sleep at my grandmother's house. I
was I moved to sleep with my mother and sister.
In winter, we didn't have central heating, but thankfully, we northerners all had heated brick beds (kang). It was so warm snuggled into bed at night;
winter didn't feel so cold anymore. After finishing our homework, we'd snuggle together under the covers to watch TV. The earliest
TVs didn't have remotes; you had to manually change the channel by going to the TV itself. Every time, my sister and I would play
rock-paper-scissors to change the channel, and whoever lost had to go first. This
time, I lost, and I went downstairs to change the channel several times. The signal for the TV I wanted to watch was terrible. I had to go outside to fix the antenna, and after that, I was shivering from the cold. When I came back, Mom said, "Come to my bed, look how cold you are!" After I turned ten, Mom wouldn't let me sleep with her anymore, so I was naturally very happy to be allowed to sleep with her this time. Mom held me as we watched TV, and soon the show ended. After turning off the lights, I couldn't fall asleep in her arms, probably because it had been so long since I'd slept with her. So I put my hand on Mom's breast and started scratching it. "San'er, you're so big now, and you're still touching my breasts? Aren't you ashamed?" Mom teased. "Guangguang is the same age as me and still eating steamed buns, hmph!" I retorted. Suddenly, I wanted to nurse too. So I climbed onto my mother's body, grabbed her breasts, and started biting. "Okay, you're getting cheeky. Be gentle, it tickles." Of course, I couldn't get any milk , so I just kept biting her nipples. My mother kept saying it tickled and told me to stop, but that only fueled my curiosity . I kept biting this and that. "Hmm..." My mother suddenly groaned. I thought I was hurting her, so I stopped moving . I lay down next to her and gently massaged her breasts. My mother lightly flicked my head and said, "You're so naughty." Then she turned and hugged me, wanting to sleep. But she pulled my hand to her breast and whispered in my ear, " Give Mommy another massage, it still hurts from your bites." So I massaged her breasts with both hands, one on each side. Hmm... my mother groaned softly again. Then she hugged me tighter, her legs clamping me between hers and she started wriggling. I opened my eyes wide and looked at my mother, whispering, "Mom, what's wrong?" "Mom's a little itchy, scratch it for me," she whispered back, then took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. Lots of hair, a little warm. I gently scratched, feeling my mother trembling. Yes, that's it. "Don't stop." My mother was breathing heavily, as if she was enduring something. I found a hole and curiously stuck a finger in; it was wet inside. My mother held my hand tightly, hugging me tightly, and started shaking, shaking me along with her. This lasted for about five minutes. My mother calmed down, and I curiously asked, "Mom, are you feeling better?" My mother stroked my head and said, "San'er's all grown up now, you can scratch . But don't tell anyone, okay?" Soon after, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my mother and sister weren't there. My sister had gone out to play with her classmates, and my mother was tidying up the room. I lay there alone, thinking about what happened last night. Why does Mom have so much hair and a hole? But remembering Mom said not to mention it to anyone, I didn't ask. I'll investigate further tonight, and I quietly made a decision. Night fell quickly, and I slept directly in Mom's bed. Mom didn't say anything, which was her tacit approval. Afraid my sister would laugh at me for not growing up, I waited until she finished watching TV and fell asleep before reaching out to rub her breasts . After rubbing for a while, I remembered Mom's hole and put my hand between her legs. I started groping, and Mom laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you're getting addicted to this!" Mom softly called my sister, and finding she was indeed asleep, she whispered in my ear, "Climb up and suckle." I climbed on top of Mom and started suckling her breasts. Soon Mom started writhing and moaning, grabbing my buttocks and pressing down hard. Then I felt my penis pressing between her legs, it felt incredibly good, like something was about to come out. I couldn't help but scratch it, and was startled. "Mom, it's swollen! Look!" I cried, my voice trembling. Mom reached out and touched my penis. "It's okay, it'll go down in a bit. This is normal, our little one's all grown up." Then she stroked my penis with her hand, lifted her hips to find a spot, and pressed me down again. Soon, I was completely focused on my penis. It felt so good, and I started wiggling my hips with Mom . Suddenly, Mom stopped moving and looked down at me. "Little one, do you want it to feel even better?" "Yes," I said. "Then listen to me, we can't tell anyone our secret." Saying that, she grabbed my penis and pressed it hard against her already wet cunt. In an instant, it felt like an explosion. My mind went blank, it felt so good. Mom trembled even more, and couldn't help but cry out. "Ah, little one, move harder!" I instinctively started shaking my hips, and Mom started moving too. Later, I peed, but Mom said it wasn't pee. Mom looked at me with a hint of annoyance and self-blame. Chapter Two: Perhaps it was the satisfaction of physical needs, or perhaps it was the regret after the release. Mom started blaming herself, "We can't do this again," she said softly, as if talking to herself. "Why? It feels so good," I protested. "Because only Mom and Dad can do this." Mom stroked my head, "You're too young to understand. Mom doesn't want you to hate Mom later." Then she said a lot of other things, but I was so sleepy that I didn't hear them clearly and fell asleep. The next day, Mom got up very early and made me a lot of delicious food. My sister and I also got up early, ate breakfast, and went to school. Time flies when you're a child , and you're curious about so many things. You don't have much to worry about. At noon, my sister went to Grandma's house for lunch. Only Mom and I were left at home. After lunch, Mom held me and we warmed ourselves by the small stove.

I always felt my mom was acting strange; she'd hug me without saying a word. Occasionally, she'd secretly chuckle out of the corner.
I told her about the little things that happened at school—who the teacher made stand as punishment, who was kept after school. Suddenly,
my mom said, "Son, Mom loves you so much." I said, "Haha, I love Mom too!" "Then you have to
be a good boy, okay? When Mom gets old..."
"Mom, what does 'fucking' mean?" I suddenly remembered boys at school yelling "fuck
your mom's cunt" when they fought. I'd heard it before, but today I felt like I knew something amazing. My mom froze
, her face turning red, unsure what to say. After a few minutes, she slowly said, "Why do you ask that?
You can't use those dirty words like them. Mom doesn't like naughty children.
" "Is what we do at night 'fucking'?" It was like a child knowing the answer but deliberately
asking, hoping for praise from their parent. Mom remained silent. After waiting for a while and seeing that she didn't speak, I continued, "
Mom , I like having sex with you." Mom angrily slapped me. I cried, feeling wronged, and Mom
cried too.
She hugged me and said, "Yes, we had sex yesterday. But sons and mothers can't have sex, people will scorn them
, you mustn't tell anyone. And we can't do that anymore, you have to
study hard, and when you grow up you can have sex with a girlfriend. So you have to study hard and exercise,
okay? Otherwise no girl will like you when you grow up."
"Then if no one likes me I'll have sex with Mom," Mom laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, trying to negotiate with
your mother ? We'll talk about it when you grow up, it's definitely not possible now. Don't sleep with Mom tonight, big
kids have to sleep alone!" Then Mom changed the subject, and I just felt
a little disappointed that I couldn't sleep with Mom that night.
That night, Mom really didn't let me sleep with her anymore. My brother came back too, so I could only go back to our
room and sleep with him. My brother is four years older than me, and he doesn't like to take me with him when he does anything. But
he tells me stories at bedtime; he has many storybooks and loves reading. I always feel like there's
nothing , and I've always admired him.
And so, winter vacation arrived quickly. When my brother wasn't studying, he slept at Grandma's house, where he had more
friends to play with. At home, it was just me, Mom, and my sister. Dad wouldn't
be back until Chinese New Year, and Mom had learned to play mahjong that winter. During the day, she spent most of her time playing mahjong at the neighbors' house
, leaving my sister to play with me. My sister is two years older than me, so we could play together. But
girls always play with girls, and she always took me to find girls to play house with. Jumping rope…
Once, while we were playing around, I pinned one of my sister's friends, Lily, down. She stuck her butt out
and tried to push me away, but of course, I couldn't let her out. I held her and tickled her, and
the rubbing of my penis against her buttocks felt really good during our playful roughhousing. However, because she was wearing so many clothes in winter, she didn't notice anything different.
With my sister's help, she quickly got up and pinned me down, straddling my penis. I started
thrusting, as if trying to push her off, and she happily pressed me down.
So, through the thick clothes, my penis rubbed against her vagina for a long time, and she kept asking if I was done.
Her face was red; I didn't know if she was tired or if she was also aroused like me. My sister, probably bored
, called us to play another game.
My penis was rubbing uncomfortably, so I had a sudden idea and suggested we play house.
I rightfully took on the role of the father, and they played rock-paper-scissors. My sister won and became the mother.
Lily was a little reluctant to be the child, so she said we should take turns. My sister, afraid she'd quit, agreed. I
racked my brains trying to figure out how to continue rubbing my penis.
Then, I started my daily routine with my wife and kids—a sped-up and streamlined version, of course. Finally, it was
time to sleep. I hugged my sister and said, "Honey, we should rest now! Lily, you go sleep in your own room...
"
Lily said she always sleeps with her parents at home. She insisted we sleep together, so we had no choice but
to lie down on the kang (heated brick bed). My sister was in the middle, and I pretended to hug her while we slept. She was hugging the baby... her buttocks were right in front of me.
A little I pressed my penis against it and gently started moving. I then realized my sister's buttocks were big and soft
; I could feel the elasticity even through her clothes. My sister noticed me nudging her and stuck out her buttocks, saying, "Honey, what are you doing?" Lily
suddenly said, "Are Mom and Dad doing something naughty?"
My face turned red, and I didn't know how to respond. My sister didn't seem to think much of it and just said, "Little kids, go to
sleep." Maybe my sister had seen Mom and Dad having sex before, because then she let me continue rubbing against her for a while. She even moved her buttocks
in response . Soon it was Lily's turn to be the mother, and it seemed she was even faster than me
. It was time to sleep again.
She told my sister to sleep next to her, then turned around, hugged me, put her legs on top of me, and told my sister that Mom and Dad
were going to do something naughty, and little kids weren't allowed to look. She turned away and then lay on top of me... continuing the unfinished
rubbing through our clothes, this time I felt she was rubbing harder. Her face was red, and she seemed to deliberately let out a moan, "Mmm...
"
My sister turned around at some point and stared at us with wide eyes. Before we knew it, it was evening. The sound of
Mom opening the door interrupted our rubbing. We quickly got off the bed and pretended to be playing another game, we were so
in sync. We looked at each other and the three of us laughed. Lily went home for dinner, and Mom was cooking.
My sister and I watched TV together, we both deliberately avoided the topic as if it had never happened. That night
, I lay in the middle, but I couldn't fall asleep.

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