Mom's pink briefs

One evening in 1993, something happened that changed my life forever. My family lived in a small mountain village. My parents, brother, and I were a
happy family, considered well-off by the standards of the village. That day, I had just been admitted to the county's top high school, and everyone was overjoyed. For people in the mountain village
, getting into a city high school meant success, so my mother cooked a feast, and my father bought a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). The house felt like it was New Year's.
At the dinner table, my father drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also drank a little with him, and I wanted to have a drink too. I was curious, and seeing everyone enjoying themselves
, I wanted to have some as well. But my mother stopped me. Later, my father said I could have a little, so I happily picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp.
It was so spicy, I felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy and felt like a real man. When we finally left after dinner, my mother had to help
my father home, and my brother was helped home by my sister-in-law (in the countryside, everyone lives together).
I didn't drink much, just felt warm all over, but nothing serious. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.) I couldn't fall asleep; I was filled with excitement. After a while, my mother, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed, lost in thought, when I saw her push open the door and come in
. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright? I told you not to drink. A little kid like you shouldn't be drinking." I retorted, "
What little'? In the past, 16-year-olds already had children. I'm a man!" My mother laughed, "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man."
My mind was still a bit sluggish from drinking, and I really didn't know what a real man was. But I refused to back down and insisted, "I don't care, I
am a man!" My mother smiled and said, "Alright, alright, our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing her dismissive tone, I became even angrier.
Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink panties and naked from the waist up, I felt a surge of desire. I
thought to myself Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens people. Normally, I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed
my mother's hand, and pulled her down onto me. Holding her half-naked body, I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and
began struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around. In the countryside back then, only a fool would talk about incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. I
took this opportunity to pull down my mother's panties forcefully.
My mother started to notice my abnormality. She grabbed my panties with one hand and pushed against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop messing around,
get off Mommy!" I ignored her completely and continued pulling at her panties. With our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap" as
her already old panties gloriously fell apart. I then climbed on top of her and started taking off my own underwear, tossing it aside and poking around at
her , I'm angry!"
I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you what a man I am now!" Then, with one hand on my mother and the other guiding my 18
-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the entrance. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance. I guided my penis to
the correct position, lowered my hips, and entered a warm place.
The moment I entered her, my mother stiffened, then deflated like a punctured balloon, ceasing all struggle and simply staring blankly. Taking advantage of this moment, I thrust
my penis deep into her vagina, then straddled her and began my piston-like movements. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! It feels so good
! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of her vagina, I worked even harder. The room echoed with the sounds of "
slapping. " Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a drug-like sensation, reaching orgasm,
experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but simply a woman, a… The woman who could give me an orgasm, the
woman who made me a man, only became active again after I ejaculated into her vagina. She pushed me off her and said, "Get
off me 're young, and it was my first time, so
it's normal that I recovered quickly. Actually, my mother is at the age where she's very sexually active. My 36-year-old mother rarely has sex. People in the countryside get married very young, and you can't
expect the men in the family to have the energy to cultivate my mother's field after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally, after I slept with my mother, she was left feeling unsatisfied. But
in the countryside, women don't usually have orgasms; they're just there to give men pleasure and bear children.
Feeling my erection return, I was still somewhat expectant, so I half-heartedly allowed myself to be on top of her again. I also had a
"what the heck" mentality; I'd already done it, so what's one more time? Once you've done it once, the second time is just as natural. This time,
Mom didn't resist, silently enduring the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of the man on top of her, her son. I continued to experience
Mom's vagina, her soft body, and the friction against her firm breasts. Although Mom wasn't particularly beautiful, and her skin was a bit dark, she had a
curvaceous figure, so she wasn't without her advantages. In those days in the countryside, a small bottom was a disadvantage in finding a husband. This time, I lasted
even thrusting hard into Mom's buttocks, wanting to tear them apart. Mom also... She was panting heavily, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly
dark face flushed, her eyes filled with desire. As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, her legs wrapped tighter and tighter, her waist
arching upwards to facilitate my penetration. Then her body stiffened, accompanied by a long moan from her. I felt her vagina
contract violently, the pleasure intensifying. I ejaculated deep into her vagina again, feeling the hot liquid spray onto my glans, giving me
a feeling of ecstasy. When I came to my senses, I saw her staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over
onto the bed, my penis making a "pop" sound as I withdrew, but she didn't move. Exhausted, I didn't pay attention and fell asleep.
The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was a little confused,
then reached out and touched my genitals. The pubic hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact of my penis, the pubic hair around my labia was tightly pressed together.
Her labia were exposed at the base of her thighs, still bearing the marks of her intercourse with her son the day before. The mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do after
what . If others found out, she would be beaten to death. She turned to look at her son, who was still fast asleep, and felt a wave of helplessness. She really didn't know
how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about her at all now, she still had to be a virtuous wife. But
what had happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right? After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems.
Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to
avoid
arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom thought that maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to study in the city and would rarely come home in the future. Thinking of this, her mind wandered back to the feeling she had last time yesterday. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered to herself, her slightly dark face turning rosy again. It wasn't until Dad
got up called her that Mom stopped thinking and quickly started cooking.
I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Thank goodness it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched,
feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was matted together. Then I remembered what I had done yesterday, and
a wave of fear washed over me. What would I do when I saw my mother? I was too scared to leave my room. But then I had to pee, so I gritted my teeth, opened the door, and went out. I
didn't think about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. But what I feared most was what I was most afraid of. What?! I rushed into the bathroom without noticing anyone was inside. Just
as I pulled down my underwear to pee, I realized my mom had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was so embarrassing; we both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes kept glancing at my
mom 's genitals, and I saw her unwashed vulva. Looking at that clump of pubic hair, my penis started to throb. When my mom
saw my erection, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of it, looked at my erect penis, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I already didn't know how to face my mom, and now this is it," I thought helplessly. Finally, I finished peeing, pulled up my underwear, and went out to wash up.
And so began my summer vacation, an awkward summer vacation. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just my mom and me at home. So, even after
I went to school in the city, I didn't... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly). I tried to comfort myself, thinking that what happened that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last. But what cat, once it's tasted something,
will never forget it? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. However, repression always has an end, and once it does,
it's absolutely unstoppable.
Time flies, and summer vacation ended in an awkward atmosphere. That day, Mom just helped me pack and didn't say a word to me. It wasn't until
the next day when I was riding in Dad's tricycle, that Mom called out from behind, "Behave yourself in the city, take care of yourself, listen to your teachers, and don't
worry Mom." Looking at Mom's red eyes, my throat went dry. I nodded and turned away, afraid I would cry.
The mountain village was poor, but it was where I grew up. Now that I was leaving, I realized how reluctant I was to leave, how reluctant I was to leave everything here. Even though I knew I
could come back during the holidays, I couldn't stop the sadness.
With these feelings, I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything
comes in waves. Coupled with curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness. Although it was just a small county town, I was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden
, full of curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory and paid my tuition, thus beginning my high school
life . In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also
encouraged by my friends from the city to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew ridicule from my friends. Later, I
argued a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother.
Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I learned that
her mother was the vice-chairperson of the county's political consultative conference, and her father, a former anti-corruption bureau chief, had been investigated and punished for corruption. Now, her mother is the head of the household.
At the time, I was incredibly in awe of her. Imagine, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world meeting someone who, in my eyes, is the child of a high-ranking official—how
could you not be in awe and try to curry favor? Later, I learned that a vice-chairperson of the political consultative conference is considered a "high-ranking official." As for how I found out, that's a long story. It happened in the second semester of my first year of high school
because this friend wasn't doing well in her studies. He often asked me questions and copied my homework, and I always obliged, so we were really close, and still are.
That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea on business. After he brought me home, he very rudely made me
do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play, saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be
home , so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief, so I obediently did my homework. Around 3 pm, I heard the door open
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curious about who had come in, so I opened the door and carefully went out.
As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on. I boldly walked over and pushed open
the door to find a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She was only half-undressed, her bra pulled back, revealing only half of her buttocks. I thought to myself, "This
must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much; I wonder what she looks like." I mustered my courage and walked to the other side for a closer look. And what I saw made my
little brother throb! Her bra had been pulled back, revealing her snow-white breasts. I took a deep breath before focusing my attention on her face.
She was prettier than my mother—that was my first thought. Although older than my mother, she was well-maintained; her skin was very fair, with only a few wrinkles around her eyes.
She had small lips and delicately shaped eyebrows, making her look quite refined. Yet, she also possessed an incredibly mature body. As I looked at her, my penis became
extremely hard.
My eyes then swept over her lower body; her pants were slightly pulled down, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. This time, I couldn't resist any longer.
After all I hadn't touched a woman since sleeping with my mother, and now, faced with such temptation, I couldn't hold back any longer. At that moment
, thoughts like "What if my friend comes back?" or "His mother suddenly wakes up?" filled my mind. I reached out with trembling hands, grabbed her
half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was quite rough with her, but she didn't wake up, probably because she had drunk too much. I easily
pulled off her pants, and looking at this incredibly alluring body, I eagerly took off my own clothes. Then, naked and with my erect penis,
I laid her body flat, pulled down her underwear, spread her legs, and climbed onto her body, feeling her smooth skin and her supple, watery
body.
I was panting heavily, one hand on my penis, and began to try to enter. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her labia, until her breathing
became heavy and a few drops of fluid appeared on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. I wrapped her legs around my waist,
pulled off her bra, and began to thrust on top of her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on my waist, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets as she endured my
thrusts. I also enjoyed the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest. What's more, her skin was so good, her breasts were not small, and her
vagina was slippery and tight. The combination of these pleasures was simply too great. I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back. I especially wanted to experience the
same sense of accomplishment as when I made my mother orgasm. I wanted the woman beneath me to orgasm. This way, I could show that I was a man, and a very strong kind of man's
vanity , so I put in extra effort. Auntie also let out soft moans. Listening to her moans as my penis thrust in and out, like accompaniment
, rising and falling with my thrusts, I became more and more excited. I raised my body, watching the white foam brought out by my penis going in and out of Auntie's vagina, and
the sound of water. My pleasure grew higher and higher. I felt that I was about to climax, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust hard. She arched her body. Just as I
was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot liquid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't help but feel pleasure and pressed hard against her vagina. My semen
gushed into the depths of her uterus. I felt a sense of emptiness, so I lay on her body to rest and savor the moment. She was also breathing heavily. The room suddenly
became quiet.
After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up. She looked at me calmly and said, "Had enough? Get off." I
hurriedly clumsily got up, my penis making a sound as it left her. Hearing this, I felt embarrassed. She laughed at my reaction
, "Kids these days are really something! This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in?"
So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that the matter was over, and that I could come
over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly accepted our relationship and that I could come over often. It sounds
unbelievable , but I later learned from other friends that she was promiscuous and that several high-ranking officials would occasionally sleep with her. That explained why she didn't mind
. She probably thought I was young and wanted to try something new. After all, I'm 180cm tall now, and my body is strong from working on the farm. I have a wheat-colored complexion and a
very masculine appearance. It's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me. So, I would often visit my friend's house to play. In order to meet his mother, I would often
help him with his homework. The reward, of course, was his mother's body. I often comforted myself with this thought. After we had been together for a while, she told me her name was Sun Meiya. In short, this year
was wonderful for me, so wonderful that it felt unreal. Of course, something even more wonderful happened afterward.
Not long after returning home for the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my penis, which had been soaked in Aunt Meiya's vagina, was already unable to stand it anymore. Sometimes I would masturbate, but
after a few times I lost interest. It was really hard to be without a woman. This summer, my father and brother often went to sell cotton. Actually, it wasn't just our family; everyone
in the village was selling cotton, so they were often away from home. This made my restless heart even more unsettled. I often thought of Meiya, and then of my mother,
and of what happened last year. I couldn't suppress the lust in my heart anymore, so I made up my mind to have sex with my mother again. I looked forward to the arrival of night, and
finally, night fell as I had been waiting. After dinner, I waited for my opportunity in my room. At 10 o'clock, I heard my mother calling my sister-in-law to go to sleep.
Because my sister-in-law had just given birth four months ago, my mother and sister-in-law were usually together. I slept with my mother, watching her, but that didn't stop my
determination to have her. I desperately wanted a woman. After the noise stopped in my mother's room, I quietly got up, still naked, and walked towards her
room I got to the door, I gently pushed it open. The room was dark. I went in and quietly closed the door. Then, I slowly made my way to the bed, but
I was in trouble again. I didn't know which one was my mother. But after a moment's hesitation, I climbed onto the bed (the beds in rural areas are very large, enough for four people). I
stopped guessing which one was my mother and just looked at the one on the outside who was closest. So I moved closer to her. I listened to the woman's breathing next to me and reached out to touch her
breasts (people in the countryside usually sleep shirtless, wearing only underwear). I pushed the sheet back over, got up, and climbed onto the woman.
The moment I lay on top of the woman, she woke up. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. It's Chenchen.
It's not good " The woman stiffened when she heard my voice. I didn't care if she made another sound, so I released her mouth and started taking off her underwear. Perhaps she
really didn't want to wake anyone; she didn't dare move, just remained stiff. Only after I pulled her underwear down did she struggle a little, whispering, "Don't
do this . Mom will kill me if she finds out." I recognized my sister-in-law's voice, and I felt a little happy. I could try something new again, so I whispered in her ear, "In our
hometown dialect, there's a saying: 'A sister-in-law's buttocks are half of a brother's.' Today, let me use that half." After saying that, I ignored her, spread her
legs, and inserted my lower body between her legs. Then, I held my penis with one hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia
, while kneading her breasts with the other. When her labia started to get wet, I thrust in hard. My sister-in-law let out a "humph" because of the sudden movement, and then she was silent
. I started thrusting.
Perhaps because I used too much force, the bed made a "squeaking" sound. My sister-in-law got upset and used her legs to push against my waist, preventing me from doing anything more. She said that if
she woke up Mom, she wouldn't be able to face anyone. Of course, I wasn't happy about that. What was I supposed to do in this awkward situation? After thinking for a while, I whispered in my sister-in-law's
ear, "Hold my waist tight, I'll pick you up, let's go to my room." At first, she didn't agree, but seeing that I wasn't going to let her off so easily, she reluctantly
agreed. So, I held my sister-in-law like that, my penis still tightly connected to her vagina, opened the door, and then... I closed the door and started having sex with
my sister-in-law . She'd never tried this before; her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina contracting tightly, and she was emitting faint moans. We maintained
this position until we reached my room, and then I confidently began to cultivate her fertile field. At first, she was a little restrained, but after giving me two
orgasms, she willingly rode on top of me, bouncing back and forth. Because I hadn't been with a woman in so long, we ended up going until after 3 a.m., and she,
thanks to my new positions and those ecstatic orgasms, fought with me until the very end.
When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My sister-in-law was still asleep on top of me because she was exhausted from the previous day. Looking at her peaceful face, I
realized she was quite beautiful, the kind of beauty that grows on you. After looking at her for a while, I checked the time and, seeing it was getting late, shook her awake. She blushed a little at our current
position and quickly got off me, sitting down beside me. She kept her head down, not daring to look at me, which bothered me. Then I called out, "Alright, why are you looking down? Is your little
wife too ashamed to face her husband? Go see if Mom's home. If not, get me something to eat. We spent so much time together yesterday; I need a good nourishing
meal " Actually, I used that tone intentionally, to make her feel like we were talking as husband and wife. I wanted her to get used to me. I hadn't been without
progress in the year I'd been in the city. Habits are powerful. Once my sister-in-law got used to my tone, used to me being on top of her, used to me bossing her around, then she…
Subconsciously , she'll think I'm her man, and that's perfectly reasonable. So I need to get her used to me, not just her, but also my mother, just like Aunt Meiya
did —indulging me, satisfying my every whim. Once I get used to it, the day I don't see her anymore, the day she doesn't pamper me as much, I'll feel very uncomfortable, very unaccustomed. I need to get them used to me
so that when I climb into their bed, they'll spread their legs and open their vaginas, waiting for my entry. Just thinking about that kind of life is wonderful. Watching my sister-in-law's departing
figure , I secretly cheered myself on; the future is bright, the future is happy.
Not long after, my father and brother came home, and my rendezvous with my sister-in-law came to an end. During this short period, every night I would half-force my sister-in-law to take me back to
her room. Every day I would have sex with her, suckle her breasts, so her resistance weakened each time. Now she basically accepts my advances
. After Dad and my brother came back, Mom and my sister-in-law went back to their respective rooms. That night, after dinner, watching my brother walk back into the house with his arm around my sister-in-law's waist, I felt
a little sour. It seemed like half a share was meant for my brother, but of course, I only thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework. Because of my recent
intimacy with my sister-in-law, I hadn't done my homework. Now it's August, so I need to catch up. Since Dad and my brother came back, I've been doing my
homework until after midnight every day. That day, after finishing my homework, I went out for some fresh air and went up to the roof to look at the night sky. I had only looked for a short while… I heard Dad open his bedroom
door, and then saw Mom come out. Hmm, it looked like she was going to the bathroom. My heart warmed, so I quietly climbed off the roof and walked to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of water running
inside , and then I mustered up my courage and went in. Mom finished urinating and stood up. Just then, she saw me come in and said, "Chenchen, you're still not asleep?
Staying up late is bad for your health. Go to sleep after you've finished using the bathroom." After saying that, she was about to leave when I hugged her and reached out
to touch her labia. Mom opened her hand and said, "What are you doing, Chenchen? Don't be silly."
She struggled, but I ignored her and scooped her up in my arms, saying, "Come on, let's go to my room. I missed you, Mom."
To be honest, I'm getting bolder and bolder. I'm almost certain I can get any woman into bed now. When Mom heard that, she remembered
what she did last summer, and her struggles weakened. She often reminisced about the feeling of orgasm, but Dad only did it occasionally, and he only ever satisfied
himself . Since he started selling cotton, he hasn't done it much anymore, so she was also a little craving it. It wasn't until I put her on my bed that she
came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but when I was on top of her, she realized she couldn't break free
and stopped resisting. I was excited too. I took off her panties, held my penis, and rubbed it against her labia, trying to make her produce vaginal fluid before we did it.
As soon as I touched her labia, I felt they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her
vagina , lowered my hips, and easily penetrated deep inside. Her vagina was slippery, which confirmed my suspicion that my father had probably been there. But
I didn't care. I lifted her up and had her sit on my lap, making it woman-on-top. She seemed confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative
and started thrusting into her. That night, she didn't go home, just like last time. But this time, we did it more, like my
first time with my sister-in-law. We did it until 3 a.m. She didn't say a word that night, just silently cooperated and accepted each of my thrusts.
From then on she seemed to accept our relationship, which puzzled me. How could she accept me so easily?
I didn't understand this question until I went to university.
After that summer vacation ended, my mother would come to visit me at school every week. My mother and I would stay in a hotel and do things like husband and wife. My sister-in-law
got pregnant not long after my brother left. Later, my sister-in-law said that the child was probably mine. She said that my brother had only done it with her three times when he was at home. The rest of the time, I
did it with her when my brother was not at home. However, I was young at the time and didn't care. I forgot about it afterward. During high school, I was always caught between Aunt Meiya, my mother and
my sister-in-law . My physical needs were met, and I didn't have any other desires. My studies were also pretty good. This continued until I went to college. My father and brother's business was also doing very
well, and they were away from home for even longer periods of time.
During my freshman year of college, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy was self-funded, a rich guy!). My mother
and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me. By my sophomore year, I had moved out and rented an apartment, and my mother moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's
arrival started our married life. Although we didn't have sex every night, we would have a wild time every few days. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to...
I have to do this every day. My sister-in-law often comes to see me, saying she's there to help my mother look after her two grandsons, and then she wants me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always end up in hotels,
we don't see many tourist attractions, but we know all the hotels and hostels. Overall, university life is so wonderful! Of course, there's also some less pleasant news.
For example, one time last night, my aunt Meiya, whom I loved, suddenly told me she had aborted both of our children. When I didn't say anything, she explained that after we'd been together for a year,
she stopped letting anyone else sleep with her, and the children were mine. She also said she couldn't have the babies because of the pressure. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in
the public sector , so don't blame me for not telling you. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was definitely upset. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but
that's all I felt . That's all. After a while, I was still carefree, drifting between the three women. Shortly after graduating from university, I got married. My job was
found through Aunt Meiya's connections. My wife was my sister-in-law's cousin, a strong and cheerful girl who didn't go to university because she couldn't afford it. By
the time my first child was born when I was 28, my mother and I still had frequent relations, except for my sister-in-law. We rarely had sex anymore, just occasionally. My relationship with Aunt Meiya was also
intermittent . Now we're more like a long-married couple; we no longer need sex. We cherish our time together and occasionally reminisce about
the past through sex. Although I feel guilty towards my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up. I think Aunt Meiya,
my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way.
[The End]

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