Looking back as an adult, I've discovered the truth behind many things from my childhood!

The events I'm writing about happened between the ages of fourteen or fifteen and my early twenties. I
never , perhaps because I was too young. It wasn't until after experiencing many things myself
that I looked back and realized how things were!

The main character is my mother.
In the early 1980s, I was only thirteen or fourteen. Living conditions weren't
good then; many families still ate coarse grains, relying on monthly rations from grain stores.
But the reform and opening-up policy had begun, and life was changing every day…
At the time, my mother was the head of a company that operated as a business. Profit was
the top priority!
My mother wasn't very old then; I think she was around forty-seven or forty-eight. Besides,
my mother was a beautiful woman with a great figure and skin. She was capable and had an excellent reputation
. There was never any gossip about her.
Of course, this also stemmed from my father. He was a leader in his workplace, very authoritative and capable
. He was a man with an excellent reputation both at work and in life. My father was also
about seven or eight years older than my mother.
At that time, the prevailing trend was openness and revitalization, with various methods for making money and profits. There were few private enterprises or large
individual businesses; only state-owned units existed. This was in the North. The South was much more open, with a mix of private and individual businesses
everywhere . There were also fewer strict checks and balances at that time. This describes
the situation in the South; the North was relatively more conservative.
The openness and revitalization of that era led to my father's mishandling of his workplace, resulting in some
serious problems with a very negative impact.
To mitigate the negative effects, my father had to retire before reaching retirement age. My
father was a very shrewd businessman, a fact widely acknowledged in our area at the time. So
after my father retired, my mother's superiors, knowing this, kept coming to our house to ask my father to
take over the business at my mother's workplace.
After many attempts, my father reluctantly went to my mother's workplace to explain the business, which resulted in
my parents often being away from home, leaving only my older sister, brother, and me living there. My brother was already married
and living in a side room, and my sister was only a few years older than me.
I was in my first year of junior high school at that time, and I would go to my mother's workplace for lunch every day. I would also go there for dinner
after school before going home.
After my father went to my mother's workplace, her superiors sent
a middle-aged leader from a large factory to assist her.
I was only fourteen or fifteen years old then and didn't care about many things; playing was my main activity. As the youngest in the family, I
was more spoiled and therefore even more mischievous.
This is why I'm writing this article; although I was young then, I wasn't forgetful. It's
because I've discovered many things that seem abnormal to me as an adult now that I've been
troubled by
Now, let me talk about my mother. She's a very beautiful woman with a
great figure and skin. This isn't just a random description; it's true. My mother is also very capable;
otherwise, wouldn't have been the head of a unit.
She can drink a lot; half a jin of liquor is no problem for her, and she only gets a little tipsy after eight liang (400ml). She's very measured in her actions,
so she has a good reputation. In that era, reputation was basically a person's foundation. Few
dared to disregard their reputation.
The middle-aged man who was sent down to the countryside was also a very capable man, and
my father recognized his talent after working with him for a while.
He was very capable, talented, and not bad-looking. So, my parents worked with him.

Back then, my parents rarely came home, but they didn't never come home. Almost every so often, my mom would come home
for a night. And because of her busy work schedule, she also went out frequently.
I remember the longest she ever went out was for a month. The rest of the time, it
was only a week or two.
Back then, I often argued with my parents. Because I was spoiled, I would deliberately act out
and not want my mom to go out.
But because of their work, my parents didn't pay much attention to their child's feelings. That was the reality back then.
It was during that period that I vaguely noticed many abnormal things. But because I was young, I didn't pay attention
to them. But looking back now, I realize what happened.
I remember once when my mom was about to go out, she would come home to pack her clothes and stuff.
I was quite mischievous and a bit greedy, so when my mom wasn't around, I would rummage through her bag. I always thought
she would hide some food… but I never found any.
Even though I was young, I knew it was wrong to rummage through other people's bags, so I would carefully
put them back so my mom wouldn't notice. However, I did find condoms in her bag,
wrapped inside toilet paper. You wouldn't notice them unless you opened the toilet paper. But being young, I was just
curious and didn't think much of it, and of course, I didn't tell anyone.

Later, I also discovered that my mom would come home every time she finished her period. Of course, I found out about these things at my mom's
workplace ; after all, I'm her son, and she doesn't hide these things from me too much.
And back then, periods weren't like they are now with sanitary napkins; people used a lot of toilet paper. Every time she went to
the toilet she would tear off a lot of toilet paper, and that's how I knew she was having her period.
Of course, I didn't know much about periods, only that my mom would come home every time she had her period.
Every time my mother came back, it was the man who had been sent down from the countryside who brought her back. My father rarely came back at night;
even when he did, it was mostly during the day. He would come back to pick up some things
and then leave. My mother always came home very late, sometimes after my older sister had already gone to sleep, and only
when I was still playing would she come back.
Back then, people didn't have much entertainment at night. Around 8 or 9 pm, no one
was around . And the nights were so dark that you could barely see each other unless you bumped into each other on the other side.
You could even say that even if someone was walking, you might bump into each other if you didn't hear their voice. Of course, you couldn't see
who the other person was. A flashlight back then was like a household appliance, like in Zhao Benshan's skit. Not
every family had one
. The man would always stay at home for a while after dropping my mother off, sometimes half an hour or
an hour. During this time, he would just sit and chat.
The problem arose because my mother's mode of transportation back then was a bicycle. Each time
my mother took him out, it would take about half an hour, and I would often get impatient waiting at home.
My family lived in a long alleyway. About fifty meters long, there were three alley entrances,
not directly opposite each other. If you didn't show your face at one alley entrance, people passing by at the other alley entrances wouldn't see you.
It was quite secluded.
Because it's dark at night, even if someone is moving around, they usually have to make a lot of noise to avoid
bumping into each other.
Once, my mother took him out and didn't come back for a long time, so I mustered up my courage and went out to look for her. I
walked carefully in the dark, staying close to the wall, afraid of tripping or bumping into someone, so I didn't make any noise.
When I got to the entrance of those alleys, I was lost, not knowing which alley I was in. I had to
stand there and try to figure it out. That's when I heard some very faint sounds. Curious, I slowly walked over and
peeked into the alley where the sounds were coming from, only vaguely seeing figures.
I saw two people hugging, but I didn't know what they were doing. Because I couldn't see clearly,
I didn't look closer and went back. Not finding my mother, I had to go back again.
After waiting for a while, my mother finally came back, and I told her I had gone to look for her but couldn't find her.
My mom asked me where I'd been looking, and I told her the name of an alleyway. She looked at me and said
I hadn't gone through that alleyway, then added, "Don't look anymore. I was talking to my uncle; I'll be back when I'm done.
" At the time, I didn't really understand what was going on, so I didn't think much of it. Now, thinking back, the blurry figure I saw
was my mom and that man. They were probably kissing, but I couldn't see clearly.
Later, my mom came back and went to see that uncle off again. I waited a while, and when she didn't return, I
went out . Because it was dark, just like last time, I didn't make a sound. When I got to the alleyway entrance, I
heard a sound again. This time, I carefully went over and crouched down to look inside.
This time, I saw my mom, although not very clearly, but I could still hear her moans
. But I didn't know what she was doing because I couldn't see clearly; I could only hear her moans and soft
slapping sounds. I still didn't know what she was doing.

I watched for a while but couldn't figure out anything, so I quietly left. Looking back now, I guess they were having sex.
Later I found out that my mother wasn't using an IUD; she hadn't used one, which is why the condom was
found. They had been gone for so long, and having sex without a condom is very dangerous.
I'd seen this kind of thing many times before, but I never thought it was sex between a man and a woman. And my mother and
that man's sex was never discovered by anyone else. I never heard anyone talking about them behind their backs.
Later, they both retired. My mother was probably fifty-five then, and the man retired early. After
retiring , he often came to my house to play mahjong. Back then , not many people knew how to play mahjong, so a few of their good
friends often came to my house to play. That man was also my family's best friend, and I often went to his house. Sometimes I would find my mother there, but no one else was home. His wife always worked, so she wasn't home during the day. Once, I went to his house. He never locked the door when someone was home, but that time the front door was locked. I knocked for a while, but no one answered, so I went to the back door and knocked. That's when the man finally opened the door for me. When I went inside, I found my mother in his house… Because he already knew it was me when he opened the door, when I entered, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa wearing only a shirt. Back then, women's pants had side closures, and women would always button them up. I noticed that the side closure of my mother's pants wasn't buttoned… and upon closer inspection, it seemed like she wasn't wearing underwear or anything, because all I could see was my mother's skin. Now I know she wasn't wearing anything underneath. At the time, I didn't think much of it. After sitting for a while, my mother said, "You can go now, I'll be leaving soon too." Hearing my mother say that, I left, without thinking much of it. I only truly realized this after my father passed away from a sudden illness. I was in my early twenties then, and my mother was almost sixty. One afternoon, I was at home. The sky was overcast, like it was going to rain, and the wind was howling outside, not very strong. That man came to my house and asked where my mother was . I said she was playing mahjong at someone else's house. He said to go find her and bring her back, saying that playing mahjong all the time wasn't good for her health. I went out and brought my mother back. We chatted for a while, and then my mother said, " Go out have some fun, don't stay home all the time, or you'll get sick. " Actually, I'm not one to sit still, unlike what my mother said. But since my mother said so, I didn't think much of it and went out to play … I don't know what happened that day, but none of my neighbors were home, and because it was overcast and windy, I didn't feel like wandering around outside and went home. But when I got home, I found the front door locked. This was very rare in my house; we almost never lock the door during the day because someone is home. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the man's bicycle was still in the yard. I knew something was wrong. Being older, I'm more sensitive to these things now. I quickly jumped over the wall, making sure not to make a sound, and wanted to see what was going on.

What would happen? So after I jumped in, I crouched down and went to the window to peek inside…
And what I saw made me realize why I'd noticed those strange things all these years!

I discovered they were both naked inside, and there was a basin of water on the floor. Our kang (heated brick
bed) was right under the window, and because it was a cloudy, windy day, it wasn't very bright outside, so I wasn't too worried about being seen
. I just watched them carefully.
At that moment, my mother was squatting on the floor, and the man was half-reclined on the sofa. My mother was squatting
in front of his penis, giving him oral sex.
That's when I was truly shocked, because my mother is sacred to me.
But seeing this scene… I couldn't describe my feelings. I wanted to see
something but I also thought, what is this all about? I was filled with anger and helplessness, yet I didn't want to miss this scene.
A mix of contradictions, excitement, and stimulation swirled within me, and my penis was incredibly hard!
I watched my mother suckle the man's penis, from a soft erection to a large, erect one.
Then the two of them got onto the kang (heated brick bed), and the window was right there, practically in front of me.
I watched the man on top of my mother, suckling her breasts, one hand kneading the other
. I heard the man say, "After all these years, your nipples have remained so pale, it looks good,
and your breasts aren't very soft.
" My mother replied, "Of course, I'm very confident in my body.
" Then the man spread my mother's legs, and I, standing outside the window, could see
her genitals clearly. I looked at her pubic area—light pubic hair, small labia. The color of her vulva
was very pale. Because my mother is very fair-skinned, the color there appeared very light; even though
she was almost sixty, she still looked very clean.
I watched as the man knelt down on my mother's genitals. Because his head was blocking the view, I couldn't see
what he was doing , but I knew he was licking her vulva. My mother's expression was
one of both discomfort and pleasure, her brows furrowed. Then I heard her moan softly…
The man licked for a while, then lay on top of my mother. At this point, I saw that my
mother 's vulva was glistening, her labia were swollen, and her vulva was even parted. I watched as the
man rubbed his penis head against her vagina and then it went in with a "plop.
" Then the two of them started having sex, his penis moving back and forth inside her vagina right before my eyes. I watched
my mother and the man having sex.
At this point, I was beyond angry; my penis was rock hard. I
kept The feeling was indescribable. Watching my mother being fucked by a man,
her moans sounded like demonic chants. I quickly masturbated. But after
a slight pause, my penis was rock hard again, so I could only watch them fuck while masturbating again.
At that moment, I noticed the man thrusting rapidly; I knew he was about to ejaculate. I watched him
finish, then lie on top of my mother, one hand kneading her breasts, asking
if she enjoyed it… I
knew they were done, so I quickly crouched down and exited the view through the window, then climbed over the wall and went outside.
I wandered outside for a while before returning home, my mind still filled with that image. The man was already gone.
Having seen all this, I finally noticed my mother's face and saw that her complexion was indeed
flushed from sex. I suddenly remembered that when I was little, she always had this expression on her face after bringing this man home.
This private matter has always been buried deep inside me. Because she's my mother, I can't tell anyone I know about
it. But I've been thinking about it, so I'm posting this on the forum to tell my fellow forum members. I know they won't
take it seriously. And I'll release some of the pressure I've been under.
(The End)

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