I used to be a spendthrift.

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, often occupying areas much larger than the city center itself, and had almost everything except a crematorium. My father was a miner

, initially in the exploration team, digging coal underground. After marrying my mother for four or five years, he switched to inspection,

specifically inspecting the safety of underground mines—a lucrative job. His work was a one-day-on, one-day-off schedule. Because

underground work was dangerous, his income was relatively high for a worker. My mother was the mine

's accountant, working nine to five every day. Because it was a state-owned enterprise, she wasn't very punctual, often arriving at the office at 9:30

am , going home to cook lunch at 11 am, and returning around 2 pm, leaving early as well.

As a child, I don't know what got into me, but in layman's terms, I was "a particularly mischievous kid."

I never studied hard, but unlike the troublemakers in other schools,

I never got into fights. My biggest flaw is my love of peeping. In public restrooms, there are often small gaps in the walls separating men's and women's stalls. At

first, I would just peek through those gaps, but later that wasn't enough.

So to watch the women urinate in the next stall. I was only in junior high 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 there weren't many people in the mall, I would sneak into the women's restroom, hide in a stall, and when someone came in,

I would tiptoe to the stall next to her and watch them urinate from under the partition. That feeling

was much clearer than watching 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 properly seen

them since I weaned her. Probably at least an F cup, the veins on them were clearly visible. Her breasts

swayed up and down as she walked. My mom lay down beside me, staring intently at the ceiling, and took off her underwear. I

thought to myself , since my mom agreed, what am I afraid of? Despite my injuries, I didn't feel them at all.

I sat up, crawled between my mom's legs, and for the first time in my life, I saw a willing woman's vagina...

This person was still my mom.

My mom didn't have much pubic hair, just some between her legs, which thinned out towards her vulva.

Her labia were quite 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 her vulva. I wanted to touch it, and also touch my mom's

breasts , ideally, I wanted to touch her whole body, but she seemed to have only let me look. If I touched her directly, would my mom

get angry?

"Mom, can I have sex with you?" Actually, I didn't know what sex between men and women was called.

Kids would say things like "doing" or "fucking," and I couldn't say that to my own mother. I'd only ever heard

the from pornographic books. My mom hesitated for a moment; she wasn't sure herself. Initially, she just wanted me to have a visual treat, and if I satisfied her, she might stop peeping at others. She didn't know how to handle

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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