I Was a Spendthrift Author: sadpig

I Was Once a Spendthrift

Author: sadpig
Word Count: 4100

Chapter 1

I grew up in a state-owned mining area in northern China. As everyone knows, state-owned enterprises used to occupy
the suburbs of a prefecture-level city, covering an area much larger than the city center. They had almost everything except a crematorium. My father was a miner
. He started in the exploration team, going down into the mine to dig coal. Four or five years after marrying my mother, he changed to inspection,
which involved inspecting the safety of underground mines—a lucrative job. His job was one day on, one day off. Because
underground work was dangerous, his income was relatively high for a worker. My mother was the mine
's accountant, working from nine to five every day. Because it was a state-owned enterprise, she wasn't very punctual. She often arrived at the office at 9:30
am , went home to cook lunch at 11 am, and didn't return until after 2 pm, leaving work early as well.
When I was a child, I don't know what got into me, but in layman's terms, "this kid was particularly mischievous."
I never really studied, but unlike the troublemakers in other schools, I never got into fights
. My biggest hobby was peeping. There were often small gaps in the walls separating the men's and women's stalls in public restrooms. At
first, I just looked through those gaps, but later, I wasn't satisfied, so I tied a mirror to a stick and placed it under the latrine
to watch the women urinate next to me. I was only in seventh grade then, but even that made my blood boil.

Gradually, I became increasingly dissatisfied with this long-distance peeping. The mall in the mine had restrooms
where each stall had a partition at the top and a door at the front, but for ventilation, the bottom was usually unobstructed.
Sometimes, when it wasn't crowded, I would sneak into the women's restroom, hide in a stall, and when someone came in,
I would tiptoe to their stall and watch them urinate from under the partition. That feeling was
much clearer than looking through the gaps in the wall. Most of the time, they were women of average looks, but occasionally there would be very fashionable beauties.
Watching them urinate was a real treat. One time, the mall was relatively quiet, and there weren't many people going in and out of the restrooms. I
boldly stepped out of a stall and squatted down to look closely. The people inside were hidden by partitions, so I couldn't see
out, but I could look freely from the outside. This feeling was even more wonderful because from inside the stall, I could only see
the side of woman next door, and her vulva wasn't very clear. Standing outside, those women's vulvas were laid bare before me.
Back then, there wasn't much sex education, because a woman's vulva was just a slit. Later, I learned that their shapes varied;
some had only a slit, while others had thick labia. I personally preferred the thicker labia; they
looked more sexy.

My enjoyment didn't last long. After successfully peeping more and more often, I became increasingly reckless. Finally, one time,
I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't even hear a woman come in, and I was caught red-handed. Back in middle school,
I was small, and the woman grabbed my ear and dragged me to the mall security. Under coercion and enticement, I gave them
my parents' names, and then my mother appeared and took me home. I still remember the expression on my mother's face—gloomy
, ashamed beyond words. When we got home, she told my father, and of course, I got a severe beating. The
situation was this: my father beat me hard, my mother cried beside me, and I didn't feel ashamed myself, just
a little guilty seeing my mother cry. As for the beatings, since I've always been a bit mischievous, domestic violence was commonplace;
my skin was thickened from my father's beatings. But nobody likes being beaten. After this beating, I behaved myself for a while, but
slowly, I couldn't suppress my desires anymore, and I started sneaking around in another shopping mall again. Needless to say, I
got too engrossed again and got caught red-handed. Naturally, this time it was my mother who felt ashamed, and my father who beat me again.

Compared to last time, my father was even angrier this time, beating me even harder. After the beating, I couldn't even get up;
my mother had to help me to my room. All I heard was my dad yelling in the living room, "You son of a bitch, how could I have given birth to
such a beast?" He kept cursing and swearing outside, finally unable to hold back, slamming the door and leaving. My mom
was still crying in her room, and I lay on the bed, not knowing what to think. This went on for about two
hours. My mom slowly calmed down, went to the bedside to look at my wounds, then went out to get a towel and
a basin, filled some water, and started cleaning the blood off my body.

"Jianjian, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep doing such shameful things?" My mom's voice was still
choked with tears.

"I don't know, I just want to see. Sometimes I can't help it, so I peek."

"You're young now, but when you're older, this kind of thing will land you in jail." I've seen
Hong Kong prison movies, starring Tony Leung and Chow Yun-fat. The conditions in those movies are inhuman. I guess if it were
me, I'd commit suicide within a week.

"I just can't help it, Mom," I said. Clearly, I didn't want to go to jail either.

"But you'll get caught sooner or later if you keep doing this, sigh!" My mother sighed deeply, then started
pacing back and forth in the room. Finally, she sighed again, as if making a huge decision, and walked to my bedside.

"Jianjin, do you really want to watch that much?" I looked at my mother questioningly and nodded.

"Son, I'm doing all this because I'm afraid you'll go to jail someday. If you really want to watch, then watch your mother."
My head felt like it had been struck by lightning. I knew I was lecherous and liked to peep at women bathing
and urinating, but I had never thought about my own mother. It's not that my mother wasn't attractive, it's just that I had never thought about her.
Actually, my mother was quite good-looking. In her early thirties, she was at the peak of her womanhood. My mother had large breasts,
probably due to family genetics. She was the typical tall stature of a northern woman, probably around 170 cm even without shoes. Her
entire frame was large, somewhat like a Western woman. Of course, I didn't know that at the time; I just felt it was immoral
to peep at my own mother. Otherwise, there would have been plenty of opportunities at home.

My mom took off her dress, leaving only her underwear. She was a little embarrassed, curled up, but
finally mustered up her courage. She reached behind her back and pressed something, and her bra strap loosened. She
placed the bra on the table next to her. My mom's breasts were huge; I hadn't really seen
them properly since I weaned her. I'd guess at least an F cup; the veins on her breasts were clearly visible. As she walked, her breasts
swayed up and down. My mom lay down beside me, staring intently at the ceiling, and then took off her underwear. I
thought to myself , since my mom agreed, what am I afraid of? Despite the bruises on her body, I didn't feel them at all.
I propped myself up and crawled between my mother's legs, and for the first time in my life, I saw the vagina of a willing woman, and
it was my mother.

My mother didn't have much pubic hair, just some between her legs, which thinned out towards her vagina.
Her labia were thick, and although I didn't know what they were called at the time, I found them particularly attractive. Because
her labia were closed, I couldn't see what was inside. I wanted to touch it, and also touch my mother's
breasts , and ideally, touch her whole body, but she seemed to have only let me look. If I touched her directly, would my mother
be angry?

"Mom, can I have sex with you?" Actually, I didn't know what this kind of thing between men and women was called.
Kids would say things like "doing" or "fucking," and I couldn't say such things to my own mother. I had only seen
the in pornographic books. My mother hesitated for a moment; she herself didn't know what to do. She initially just wanted me to have a glimpse of it, and if I satisfied her, she might not peep at others in the future. She didn't know how to deal
with my request .
"Mom, I've thought about raping other women in the bathroom several times. I'm afraid I
won't be able to control myself one day." Afraid my mom wouldn't agree, I decided to use my trump card. Judging from her tone, she
seemed very afraid I would actually commit a serious crime in the future, so I exaggerated my actions to increase the severity of the situation. To
be honest, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't do something like that in the future. My mom looked at me sadly, then her
face hardened, a hint of resentment on her face, but she still nodded. I felt like a beast; how
could I threaten my own mother, using her kindness to satisfy my own desires?

I climbed onto my mom, her breasts so close, my hands trembling slightly as I placed them on them. They were so big, and
they felt so good to touch. My mom's breasts were so fleshy; kneading them felt like my blood was
surging . I knelt up, bringing my face close to her vulva, gently rubbing her with my fingers. The sensation of the clitoris intensified with the touch of my fingertips
. I used my index fingers to pry open my mother's vagina. Wow, I finally saw inside! The pink flesh was still slowly vibrating
due to my mother's nervousness. I was surprised to find that there were actually two holes there. Uh,
what should I do? I could only look at my mother with a helpless gaze. She seemed to understand what I meant and
said "The one down there is the vagina. Hurry up and do it, or it'll be troublesome when your dad comes back."

Oh dear, I had completely forgotten about that. If my dad came back, he would definitely beat my mother and me to death.
My penis had been throbbing uncontrollably in my pants for a while. I quickly took off my vest and pants, and when I pulled down my underwear, my penis
sprang out with a thud. My mother seemed a little surprised too. She probably didn't expect that her junior high school son was already so
grown up. I aimed at the opening of my mother's vagina and slowly inserted it. This feeling was so much
better . I could clearly feel the flesh inside stimulating my penis, and with my mother's
blushing expression below, my penis seemed to be stimulated even more. I supported myself with my hands on my mother's breasts
, kneading them while moving my hips. Waves of pleasure surged through me. If I hadn't wanted to finish too soon,
I would have ejaculated long ago. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and my semen finally shot into my mother's
body. At the time, I didn't know about the pregnancy. In fact, after giving birth to me, my mother
had undergone sterilization surgery due to family planning policies, so she wasn't too concerned about me ejaculating inside her.

During the entire 5 or 6 minutes, my mother neither enjoyed nor disliked the experience. She didn't show much expression; she was
n't in pain, nor was she happy. However, after I pulled out my penis, I noticed that my mother's genitals were a little wet. I had read
pornography and knew that was a symptom of arousal, which gave me some comfort. After I climaxed, my mother got up,
found some toilet paper, wiped herself, and then quickly put on her clothes. As she left my room, my mother
turned back to look at me: "Jianjian, you need to study hard in the future and not do such shameful things outside. If you really can't hold back
, talk to your mother about it." Seeing me nod, she turned and left the room. Dad came home in the afternoon,
still furious, and wanted to hit me again, but Mom stopped him. I still find today's events
unbelievable , but my feelings towards Mom have changed 180 degrees.

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