[Fantasy] The True Story of Xue Tao (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1 Mother's Nude Photos

It is said that all sluts in the world, after a long period of slutdomity, become pure; after a long period of purity, they become slutdomity again. This cycle of slutdomity and purity is a natural law. In our great nation, sluts abound, noble yet lewd; those who know the way will possess them, those who do not will only masturbate. I am an old man from Northeast China, and I have been practicing sex since childhood. Today, I am here to preach and recount my life's experiences with sex. I trouble you, my esteemed readers; those with money, please support me financially; those without, please support me with your presence. Thank you! Now, listen to the legend of our common people's sex life.

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"Ah, ah, um..."

In a chaotic, empty space, I tightly embraced a voluptuous, naked woman, frantically making love to her. The surroundings were vast and empty; I felt as if I were floating in mid-air. The woman in my arms, her long hair obscuring her face, eagerly responded to my thrusts, her lewd moans echoing in my ears. My movements were violent, but my mind was blank, seemingly devoid of any lust.

The woman's hair slowly parted to the sides, revealing a beautiful, familiar face before me.

It was Li Meilin!

In an instant, the moans stopped, the intercourse ceased, and the surrounding silence was chilling. Before I could recover from my shock, Li Meilin shoved me away, coldly looking at me and saying, "Don't touch me! I'm not your woman!"

Then, her long hair fell slowly like the closing curtain of a stage, obscuring her face, before parting again, transforming into another person.

It was Little Snowball.

She winked playfully at me, smiling, and said, "Big brother, Little Snowball isn't your woman anymore! Your woman is behind you, you must cherish her as you cherish Little Snowball!"

Her hair fell again, parting once more, transforming into yet another person. This person's features were blurry, but I could sense that she was my mother.

My mother didn't speak, only gently shook her head and pointed behind me. At that moment, a woman's voice came from behind me: "Tao, I am your woman! Always!"

I turned around abruptly, and then…"

I slowly opened my eyes from my dream. The night was deep, and the room still carried a faint scent of sex. Teacher Fang Fang was still fast asleep in my arms, her pink legs and jade arms intertwined with mine like tangled vines. I carefully withdrew from her naked, smooth body, gently kissed her forehead, walked to the French windows, and slowly drew back the curtains.

The bright moonlight quietly filled the room, the dark night sky was studded with stars, the grapevines in the yard swayed gently in the night breeze, and only the crickets continued their tireless chirping.

I gently opened the window a crack, and fresh air immediately rushed in. I took a few deep breaths and turned to look at Ms. Fang Fang, fast asleep on the bed. Her slender and alluring sleeping posture resembled Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale. The faint marks left on her body from the ropes hadn't completely faded, making her fair, jade-like body appear even more charming and alluring in the moonlight.

Teacher Fang Fang had long since removed her nipple and pubic rings, placing them on the bedside table, their silvery sheen faintly shimmering. She still wore a small black choker around her neck, her two delicate hands clenched into small fists, curled up against her full, plump breasts, looking like a cute little kitten.

I smiled slightly, turning my face to the moonlight, recalling the strange dream I'd just had. Who was that person Mom pointed to behind me? In the dream, I woke up the instant I turned my head. The voice seemed familiar, yet after waking, I couldn't recall whose it was. What a strange dream. And to think I'd suddenly dreamt of Li Meilin—it's been over four years since then, I wonder how she's doing now. But whatever she is, it's all irrelevant to me now.

And Little Snowball… I looked up at the starry sky, Little Snowball… an indelible sadness washed over me. Little Snowball, how are you? Little Snowball…

Outside the window, a sycamore leaf drifted gently in the night breeze and landed on the French windows.

My story begins in my childhood. It's a long one, but if you'd like to hear it, I'll tell you slowly.

My name is Xue Tao, and I was born in a big city in Northeast China. I had a happy and fulfilling family life in my childhood. My father was a typical northern man, tall, strong, and handsome. When I was two years old, my father couldn't stand the constant harassment from his jealous and incompetent factory manager. He was also unwilling to remain an ordinary factory worker, so he quit his job and started his own business amidst the wave of entrepreneurship in the 1980s. He was incredibly busy every day, and I often didn't see him for days at a time. However, every time he returned from a business trip, he would bring my mother and me many gifts.

My mother's image and voice have become very blurry in my memory. I only vaguely remember that she was very beautiful, and her smile was incredibly captivating, as if it could draw out one's soul. She was truly described as having "eyes like autumn water, skin like peach blossoms, lips like vermilion, and a half-smile full of affection." Moreover, she had fair skin, a tall and slender figure, and a full and well-proportioned body, as well as a noble, dignified, and pure temperament.

She used to work at a bank, but when I was five years old, my father's private business flourished, earning the family a lot of money, so she quit her job and became a housewife. (Just to clarify, quitting a bank job in the 1980s was no small matter. My mother's main reason for resigning was the bank manager, a fat, old cadre, who would frequently call female employees into his office and give them intensive sex education in front of a portrait of the Great Leader. If they didn't cooperate, they were considered counter-revolutionaries. My mother was so beautiful; she had no choice but to resign.)

When I was little, relatives and elders all said I looked like my mother; if I dressed as a girl, I was a miniature version of her. My mother loved me dearly and always cooked delicious food for me. I loved my mother very much and was very dependent on her. On weekdays, no matter if I was bullied by bad kids or scolded by my teacher, seeing my mother when I got home would make me especially happy, and all my unhappiness and grievances would disappear.

Whenever my father wasn't home, I often slept with my mother until I was seven. I loved my mother's warm, fragrant scent and loved burying my face in her big, soft breasts, feeling the warmth and elasticity of those two sponge-like mounds of flesh. My mother would gently pat me and softly hum lullabies to lull me to sleep. Sometimes, I would suckle her nipple through her pajamas, and she would occasionally let out a soft moan and laugh, calling me a little rascal. What

I loved most was the long, white scar on my mother's lower abdomen. She said I came from there, and I thought it was incredibly beautiful, possessing an inexplicable fascination with it. Every time I saw it, I couldn't help but touch it. However, my mother seemed to particularly dislike the scar, always saying it was ugly. She even bought many scar-removing lotions, but until she passed away, the scar that belonged to me remained on her body.

As for my father, my relationship with him wasn't as close as with my mother because he often traveled for work, and we didn't have much time together. But I knew he loved my mother and me because he always brought back many gifts, and I often heard him tell my mother that he would wait two more years, and after his company stabilized, he would stay home to spend more time with her and stop traveling.

He would often pinch my little cheeks with his rough, big hands, or wipe my snotty nose, saying I was like a girl and wouldn't amount to anything when I grew up. Although my father always said that, I didn't mind, because I loved him too. I knew I would grow up to be as tall as him; my mother always said that boys always grow up to be taller than themselves.

My family's life was supposed to continue peacefully like this, but all this happiness came to an end when I was seven years old…

In my second month of school, one day after school, I happily ran home as usual, eager to see my mother. Today, I helped the teacher clean the office, and she rewarded me with a little red flower. In a child's world, a little red flower is like a soldier's medal of honor—a sacred and supreme glory, a symbol of being a top student. For it, we're willing to be the teacher's slaves, go through fire and water, betray and expose each other among classmates, taking pride in tattling and feeling ashamed of not having a little red flower. So, today I want to give my mother a surprise and share my glory with her.

And I've been very happy these past two days because my father is coming home. This is his last business trip. Before he left, he told my mother that the out-of-town market had opened up, and he wouldn't need to personally go out to do business anymore. In short, after this trip, Dad won't be going on business trips anymore, and the three of us can finally live comfortably together. It's just that I probably won't be able to sleep with my mother anymore, which makes me a little sad. However, I still prefer Dad to come home.

As I approached home, I saw Uncle Zhao come out of my building. He's my dad's assistant, and he's been working at my dad's company for two years. For the past year, he's been coming to our house frequently. At first, he'd deliver documents or pick up files, but later he just freeloaded, shamelessly. But my mom always seems happy to see him, treating him very warmly each time, sometimes even ignoring me.

I don't like Uncle Zhao at all. Because of him, my mom neglects me, and in my memory, he's ugly and sleazy, his smile is even more unsightly, and he's always winking at my mom—it's incredibly disgusting and makes me want to vomit.

It looks like he's coming to our house again today. So annoying. I didn't want to pay him any attention, pretending not to see him, and continued walking home. But when he saw me, he actually called out to me, grinning disgustingly, and shoved a large envelope into my hand, telling me to open it when I got home. He said it contained some good things, and I should appreciate them, copy them carefully, and study them diligently.

I squeezed the envelope; it seemed to contain some cards. I accepted the envelope, ignored him, and turned to walk into the stairwell. I've always been indifferent to this guy surnamed Zhao; he's never obligated to pay me, and he never begs my hand for anything. Of course, I've never really taken anything from him; he usually comes to my house empty-handed, stingy and miserly.

Once inside, I eagerly opened the envelope, curious about its contents. The envelope contained a large stack of color photographs. I pulled one out and stared at it, immediately shocked.

In the first photograph, a beautiful, naked woman was kneeling on the ground, wearing a black collar used for tethering dogs, with a long leash attached. Her naked body was bound tightly with rough hemp rope, her fair, alabaster skin covered with long red welts, and two wooden clips were held to her dark red nipples. And this woman—yes, it was my mother!

I was so shocked that my hand trembled, and all the photographs fell to the ground. I quickly bent down to pick it up and found words on the back of the photo, seemingly in my mother's delicate and beautiful penmanship. I picked it up and looked at it. Although I didn't recognize many of the characters at the time, I roughly remembered what they looked like. Looking back now, it seems to have said: "The slutty bitch Li Xiaochen will forever be the loyal sex slave of Master Zhao XX!" Below was a red lipstick mark. Li Xiaochen is my mother's name, and Zhao XX is Uncle Zhao. It's not that I deliberately hid his name, but I genuinely don't remember it.

I continued to look through the rest of the photos; this whole stack was of my mother. Some showed her naked in various seductive poses, some showed her bound with ropes, even hanging in mid-air, and some showed her wearing very revealing sexy lingerie. Some of the scenes in the photos were taken at my home, some at other people's homes, and looking back, they might include places like hotels and guesthouses from that era. Others were in my father's company and office, and a few were even taken on the street, with my mother wearing only a coat and high heels. She had opened her coat, revealing her naked, beautiful body. In all these photos, my mother was smiling, several of them with a particularly sweet and captivating smile.

The last few photos showed my mother and Uncle Zhao embracing naked. The first one was in my home, on my parents' bed. Uncle Zhao was on top of my mother, kissing her, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her long, smooth legs draped around his waist. Uncle Zhao was very thin, almost skin and bones, and very dark-skinned, a stark contrast to my mother's fair skin. I couldn't understand how my mother could be embracing such a disgusting and ugly man like Uncle Zhao, kissing him naked.

When I was little, I really wanted to strip naked and kiss my mom and other pretty aunties, but I always thought it was too vulgar, a heinous act of lewdness, so I never dared to mention it to my mom. Now, Uncle Zhao actually did it, and with my beloved mom no less! My disgust for him has deepened even more.

The second picture is in my living room, in front of the wall where my parents' wedding photo hangs, below the photo. Uncle Zhao is standing naked on the floor, embracing my equally naked mom, his hands supporting her buttocks. My mom's body is pressed tightly against his, her legs wrapped around his waist, one hand around his neck, the other hand lifting one of her large breasts high, pressing her nipple against Uncle Zhao's protruding tongue. They are both smiling at the camera.

This picture makes me furious! You wicked Uncle Zhao! My mom's nipple belongs to me, only I can lick it. What right do you have to do this, defiling my mom? And I was licking it through a layer of clothing, I've never been able to taste it so directly before, and you, Zhao, did what I couldn't do. I hate you! I hate you!

The third picture is in the small garden near my house. Uncle Zhao is standing behind my mother, spreading her legs with his hands and holding her in his arms. His ugly, disgusting penis is pressing against my mother's vulva. Yes, his penis is indeed disgusting, dark and dirty, looking like it hasn't been washed for over ten years. I can almost smell the strong, foul odor through the photo. And it's long, straight, and covered in hair. I know adults' penises are big; I've seen my father's, and I know penises can get bigger and harder. My little penis is already hard because of these photos, and it often gets hard when I sleep with my mother, so I'm used to this physiological characteristic and not confused by it. However, this is the first time I've seen an adult's penis hard. It's ugly, really ugly! How dare such an ugly penis press against my mother's most mysterious and precious place? It's hateful! I don't want to grow up to look like him.

In this photo, Mom's pose is even more exaggerated. She's naked, being held by Uncle Zhao, her soft body leaning against him, her legs wide open, her hands on her vulva, spreading her two plump, white labia apart. A long stream of water is gushing out of her pink vulva, seemingly urinating. What's even more shocking is that there are many elderly people exercising nearby, practicing swordplay with their backs to them. But Mom doesn't seem nervous at all, smiling charmingly, while Uncle Zhao looks smug. I never imagined Mom would be so brave, daring to urinate naked in a busy little garden.

I flipped to the next photo; in the fourth one, Mom is kneeling naked in front of the camera, bound with red ropes, her hands tied behind her back, her body leaning forward, her two full breasts appearing even larger from the ropes, with two small copper bells tied to her nipples. Her face is tilted upwards, her beautiful eyes half-closed, looking quite blissful. Her beautiful hair was tied back in a ponytail, held tightly by Uncle Zhao kneeling behind her. This photo is also the first of all the photos of my mother with her hair tied up; in the previous photos, her hair was always loose. She doesn't often tie her hair up; it's usually long and flowing, only occasionally tying it into a ponytail or putting it up when she goes out with my father. Comparatively, I prefer the way my mother looks with her hair up; it feels so beautiful and pure.

What surprised me most about this photo was its background—it was my school! I widened my eyes and looked closer. Yes! It was my school! It was an inconspicuous corner next to the platform on the playground. I knew that spot; you could see the entire playground and the platform from there, but it wasn't easy to spot from either side. A few dwarf holly bushes provided excellent concealment, making it a perfect hiding place. My classmates and I often hid there when playing hide-and-seek. The photo was taken in that spot. Judging from the picture, the playground was full of our entire school, and the weekly flag-raising ceremony was underway. I racked my brains; it must have been two weeks ago. That day, I was a freshman representative, giving a speech on the platform. I never imagined my mother would be there, naked in front of the whole school with Uncle Zhao! That annoying Uncle Zhao, why is he everywhere!

I continued flipping through the photos. The fifth one was in Dad's office. Uncle Zhao sat arrogantly in Dad's boss's chair, while Mom, with her hair up, was still naked and bound, kneeling in front of Uncle Zhao, licking his penis.

Seeing this photo, I suddenly stopped disliking Uncle Zhao. Perhaps my dislike for him had reached its peak, making it impossible to hate him anymore. Instead, I felt envy, a genuine, heartfelt envy. Having Mom's beautiful little red lips kissing my penis—this was something I had never imagined before. It was so exciting! What would that feel like? It must feel like eating tons of chocolate, marshmallows, ice cream, and birthday cake in one go! It must feel like being in heaven! I wanted that too, to have Mom suck my penis, even just for a little while. I'd be willing to give up candy and video games for a year!

I looked at a few more pictures, the remaining photos were all over the place, there was even one of my mother wearing a dog collar being led like a puppy by Uncle Zhao under a telephone pole, her legs raised and urinating on the pole...

I looked at all the photos in the hallway, my penis got hard, my whole body was hot, my blood was boiling like it was on fire, my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. This was probably the first time I could remember seeing my mother naked. I had never seen her before, because I had never bathed with her. When she bathed me as a child, she was always dressed and sitting next to me in the tub. At home, I had only ever seen her wearing a bra and underwear, never anything like this, not even her most private parts.

Of course, this was also the first time I had seen my mother's lewd side. My gentle and dignified mother appeared before me in a way I had never seen before. Her former noble and holy image crumbled instantly. Her naked body, her expression, were deeply imprinted on my innocent childhood heart, lingering there for a long time. Even many years later, when I forgot her face and voice, I still couldn't forget her lewdness. Chapter

2: The Death of My Mother **************** ... ********** ... I really wanted to see her naked in real life. When Mom saw that I hadn't moved after responding, she turned around and saw me staring at her intently. She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? Go do your homework! Did you wash your hands? Go wash your hands first." I obediently washed my hands and went back to my room, taking out my notebook and pencil case from my schoolbag to start my homework. But I couldn't sit still; my heart was itching. My open schoolbag was like a devil with its mouth open, constantly tempting me. I knew there were good things inside, and I couldn't help but peek inside. Fortunately, first-graders don't have much homework, and I finished it in no time. Like completing a task, I eagerly took out Mom's photos from my schoolbag and began to admire them again with great anticipation. I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice Mom coming in. "Xiao Tao, dinner's ready. What are you looking at? I called you but you didn't listen," Mom said, walking behind me and suddenly noticing the explicit photos I was looking at. Her eyes widened, then she froze instantly. After a few seconds, she snatched all the photos from my hand and flipped through them rapidly. After looking at a few, her hand stopped, clenching nervously, trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face; looking back now, I think her eyes seemed to hold despair and sorrow. I was also nervous seeing my mother cry, but I didn't understand why she was crying. Weren't these photos taken with Uncle Zhao? She was smiling in the photos, so why was she crying now? And seeing how tightly she was holding the photos, almost deforming them, I worried she might break them. Suddenly, my mother slapped me across the face, continuing to cry and loudly demanding, "Tell me, where did these photos come from? Where did they come from?" This was the first time my mother had ever hit me. I was stunned by the slap and burst into tears too. Seeing that I was only crying and not answering her, Mom slapped me again, saying, "Who gave this to you? Tell me!" I sobbed, "It was...it was Uncle Zhao, waaaah..." Mom didn't hit me again. She wiped away her tears painfully, swayed her hips, and went back to her bedroom. A loud slam of the door followed, and then Mom's sobs came from next door. Through my blurry tears, the clown clock on the desk was still tirelessly shaking its little head, a comical smile on its face. That night I didn't eat dinner because Mom locked herself in her room. She didn't eat, and I didn't dare eat either. I was constantly thinking about Mom, so I didn't feel hungry. Of course, I was even more worried about the stack of photos—I hoped Mom wouldn't leave them. And it looked like I wouldn't be able to sleep with Mom tonight. The next morning, Mom got up very early and prepared breakfast for me as usual. I didn't whine; I obediently got out of bed and quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. While eating breakfast, I secretly glanced at my mother. She didn't look well; her complexion wasn't as rosy as usual. She sat next to me, head down, staring blankly at the table, without saying a word. It wasn't until I finished eating and was getting ready for school that she spoke to me: "Xiao Tao, the photos—those photos from yesterday, and what happened between Mom and Uncle Zhao—don't tell anyone, especially not your father, understand?" I quickly nodded, "Yes, yes." At that moment, I desperately wanted to show my mother my loyalty, my stance, and my attitude, to let her know that I would always be on her side, but I couldn't think of what to say. Just as I was racking my brains, my mother straightened my clothes, kissed me on the cheek, and said with a sweet smile, "Go on, be careful of the cars on the way."

I walked happily to school. Mom smiled and kissed me. My tense heart relaxed. Mom's okay now. Looks like I can sleep with her again tonight. I'll ask her for the photo back; Uncle Zhao gave it to me. Oh right, I forgot to show Mom the little red flower I got yesterday. Oh well, I'll show it to her before bed tonight, to make her happy. Then I'll ask her to take off her clothes and kiss me. That shouldn't be a problem, right? She and Uncle Zhao both did it. I'm much cuter than Uncle Zhao. Hmm, it should be fine. Maybe she'll even suck my little penis. Haha, so happy! I think I have PE class today. I'll exercise properly. I also want to hug Mom while she peees, and I want to put my little penis on her little sister.

The day is finally over. It felt so long. I ran home quickly. Oh, by the way, my elementary school is super close to my house, less than 50 meters away. It's right next to it, separated only by a small road.

When I got home, I quietly opened the door and immediately heard my mother's voice from the bedroom: "Xiao Zhao, don't do this. This is the last time. He'll be back tomorrow night. We can't keep doing this. Isn't it better to end it like this?"

Before my mother finished speaking, a man's voice, like a hoarse croak, came through: "Sister Chen, you're so heartless! I haven't had enough of you yet. Have you forgotten how I usually serve you? Does he think he can make your cunt feel good?" That voice was unmistakably Uncle Zhao's—awful! Just like his personality!

I put down my schoolbag and quietly went to my mother's bedroom door. They had the door ajar. "Um, I mean we can't do this every day anymore. I don't want him to know. I have a family. I want to live a good life with him. We can do it occasionally."

I slowly pushed open my mother's door and peeked through the crack.

"Li, you bitch, where did your usual slutty self go? Have you forgotten the sex slave vow you made here six months ago? You forgetful slut, it's only been a little over six months and you're already disobeying your master."

I saw Uncle Zhao and my mother sitting on the bed together. Uncle Zhao's arm was around my mother, and she was looking down, her hands twisting together, biting her lip repeatedly. She shifted her body slightly and said, "No, no. We'll be found out sooner or later, we can't be so blatant anymore. You know, he hasn't left since he came back this time."

Uncle Zhao grinned wickedly, "Wouldn't it be better if he knew? You divorce him and become my personal sex slave, wouldn't that be better? Isn't that right, you little bitch?" As he spoke, Uncle Zhao reached out his filthy hand to grab my mother's breasts.

Mom quickly pushed him away, saying, "That's enough for today, you should go now. Xiao Tao is coming back soon. I haven't even blamed you for showing him those photos yesterday. Go now, or I really won't talk to you anymore."

Uncle Zhao reached out and hugged Mom even tighter, saying, "Isn't it good that he saw that? Let him learn how to play with women. That kid has a natural talent in that area; if he's not nurtured from a young age, he'll go blind."

"Okay, okay. Be good, stop making a fuss. Listen to me! I'll play with you again later, let's go." Mom kissed Uncle Zhao on the cheek, then pulled him away.

Uncle Zhao suddenly turned around, pinned Mom down on the bed, and lewdly said, "Sister Chen, do you think I'm stupid? Once we're out the door today, do you think I'll ever be able to fuck you again?" He then started to undress Mom. Mom struggled and screamed, "Ah, what are you doing?"

Uncle Zhao said, "Haha, what do you think I'm doing? I'm fucking you."

Mom said, "Didn't we just finish? Why are we doing it again…?"

Uncle Zhao said, "Today I'm going to fuck you to my heart's content!"

Mom pleaded, "No, Xiao Zhao, don't do this! Please! We really can't do it anymore, Xiao Tao is coming back soon, we can't let him see. I promise you, I'll still do it with you, really, I can't live without you."

Uncle Zhao ripped Mom's skirt with a "rip," saying, "I want him to see. You think I was just bored and wanted to chat with you? Huh? I want him to see with his own eyes how I fuck his mother, to see how slutty his mother is, and to make you understand what kind of thing you are."

"No, no, let go! Let go!" Mom cried out.

She was stripped down to only her bra and panties, yet she continued to struggle. Her struggles appeared so weak and helpless, but that weakness and helplessness possessed a captivating allure, stirring the blood and making one desperately want to conquer her. My penis had quietly hardened sometime earlier, and my feelings were conflicted. At that moment, I both wanted Uncle Zhao to strip Mom naked so I could see her naked body, and at the same time, I wanted to drive Uncle Zhao away and save Mom, because I felt she seemed to dislike his actions.

Inside the room, the passionate scene continued. Uncle Zhao's hoarse voice rang out again: "You slut, the more you struggle, the more excited I get. Come on, you've never been fucked in front of your own son before, have you? It's very exciting, I guarantee you'll feel so good. When he comes back, we'll show him. You can greet him while you're being fucked, hahaha."

Mom's bra had been torn off, and she could only tightly cover her breasts with her hands. Her legs were also pressed together, and she curled up into a ball, crying bitterly: "Little Zhao, I beg you, please let me go. Haven't you always listened to me? Didn't you say you were willing to do anything for me? You can't do this to me!"

Uncle Zhao said: "Pah! You... " "You sluts! You've always treated me like a dog. You're like that, that son of a bitch surnamed Xue is like that, even your little bastard looks down on me. Today I'm going to prove to you that I'm a man, a human being! Fuck you!"

Mom cried, "Xiao Zhao, how could I look down on you? You've misunderstood me. I like you a lot, please don't..."

Uncle Zhao roared, "Shut up! Today I'm going to completely conquer you, so you can't live without me. I'm going to leave a mark on you, so you'll never forget me for the rest of your life, hahahaha..."

I trembled outside the door. Uncle Zhao looked terrifying. Mom was in danger! What should I do? I was conflicted, hoping Mom would be stripped naked quickly, yet also hoping someone could save her.

Just as I was struggling with this intense inner turmoil, a sudden thought struck me: if I went to save Mom and defeated Uncle Zhao, Mom would definitely reward me, right? Then she'll probably take off all her clothes and kiss me, then suck my penis, and want me to hold her while she peees, and kiss her nipples, her bottom, her feet, kiss her whole body. Then I'll completely replace Uncle Zhao! Right? Okay, I'll do it! I'm going to save my mom!

I tiptoed back to my room, grabbed my toy sword, and rushed to my mom's door. But in an instant, my legs went weak, my heart started pounding, and my hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

Strange, what's wrong with me? Go save Mom! Am I scared? No! No! I'm a brave little man! I'm the little hero Lai Ning! I'm the shining red star Pan Dongzi! I'm Optimus Prime! I'm Super Mario! I'm Contra! I'm the Calabash Brothers! I'm Nezha! I'm the giant of the universe—He-Man! I'm the tadpole looking for its mother... Wait, the tadpole doesn't seem very strong. Let me try another one. Hmm, I'm...

"Ah, no!"

Before I could even summon all the heroes in my memory, my mother's cries for help rang out again. Fine, this is an emergency. These heroes are enough. Uncle Zhao is so weak; I can take him down in a few punches and kicks. Okay, Mom, don't be afraid, little hero Xue Tao is here!

I drew my sword with a clang outside the door, pointed it upwards, and shouted, "Grant me power! I am He-Man!" As soon as I finished speaking, the other side of the door fell completely silent. Good, it seems I've intimidated Uncle Zhao right away.

Then, I kicked the door open. (Oh, as mentioned before, the door was ajar; I could have just pushed it open, but I thought kicking it would look cooler and make Mom admire me even more.) After kicking the door open, I rushed in. Mom and Uncle Zhao were rolling on the floor. Mom's bra and panties were off, and she was completely naked. I was overjoyed! Perfect timing! I could admire Mom's naked body while dealing with Uncle Zhao. After eliminating him, I could simply enjoy the naked beauty, saving myself a lot of trouble. I was instantly filled with righteous indignation and roared at Uncle Zhao, "Hey! You big bad guy, let go of my mom!" At the same time, I raised my sword and charged forward.

Uncle Zhao sat up, raised his hand, and slapped me across the face, sending me flying. The slap made me see stars, dizzy, and my ears were ringing. I burst into tears uncontrollably, lying on the floor, all my previous arrogance vanishing in that instant. My tear ducts betrayed me, and my prostate gland betrayed me even more, letting me pee.

"You little bastard, you're tired of living! Believe me or not, I'll throw you out the window!" Uncle Zhao cursed.

"Little Zhao, don't hit him!" Alas, I couldn't save my mother, and she had to beg for my life—what a disgrace! I've experienced many humiliations in my life, but this was the first time.

Uncle Zhao said, "Perfect timing, the audience's all here. Let's begin. You don't want your son to fly off these three floors, do you? But the third floor won't kill him, he'll just be half-crippled."

Mom cried out, "No, no! I'll do anything you want, Xiao Zhao, let him go."

Uncle Zhao said, "You slut, what should you call me? Have you forgotten how to greet your master?"

Mom said in a dry voice, "Master, Master!"

Uncle Zhao said, "And what else!"

Mom said shamefully, "Please, Master... bestow upon this slutty, slutty slave... a big cock, and fuck this slutty slave's... cunt raw."

Uncle Zhao said smugly, "Hmm, good, haha."

"Ah... Xiao Tao, quickly close your eyes, don't look, don't listen, whatever you do, don't open your eyes!" Mom said anxiously to me.

I had been crying with my eyes closed on the ground, not daring to open them to look at Uncle Zhao. Now, hearing what Mom said, I dared not open my eyes even more, and quickly closed them even tighter, covering my ears with both hands. A while later, my mother's groans reached my ears through my fingers. Was she in a lot of pain? What should I do? My mind went blank; I was completely stunned, my heart pounding, until I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself still at home, lying on my mother's big bed. I turned my head and saw my mother sitting beside me. Seeing that I was awake, she immediately said with a happy expression, "Xiao Tao, you're awake! Are you feeling any better?" My mother looked very tired and pale, but she was already dressed.

I quickly looked around and timidly asked her, "Mom, where's Uncle Zhao?"

The room was tidy; it didn't seem like anyone had been there. Was what just happened a dream?

"He's gone. Don't be afraid, Xiao Tao, Mom is here to protect you."

Oh, Mom, couldn't you just tell me it was a dream? Even just lying to me would have been better. I actually lost to Uncle Zhao and even wet my pants in front of my mother. Oh, my childhood dream of being a hero has been shattered.

Just as I was feeling dejected, my mother reached out and gently stroked my face, asking tenderly, "Xiao Tao, does it still hurt?"

I shook my head. My mother's hand was warm and smooth, and I wished she would keep stroking me like that.

My mother smiled at me and said, "Xiao Tao, you were so brave yesterday! I'm so proud of you!"

My mother's words made me so ashamed that I wanted to disappear into the ground. My precious self-esteem had been trampled on by that beast surnamed Zhao, and now hearing my mother's gentle words of comfort only made me want to cry more. I said to my mother with immense shame, "Mom, I couldn't save you... Are you alright, Mom?"

My mother's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She shook her head vigorously and said, "Mom 's fine, Mom's fine

." Then she picked me up and pressed her face against my cheek, murmuring, "Xiao Tao, thank you!" Her tears then streamed down her face, wetting my cheeks.

Mom hugged me for a long time. When she let go, I remembered Uncle Zhao and cautiously asked her, "Mom, will Uncle Zhao come again?"

A pained expression appeared on Mom's face. She shook her head and said, "He won't come anymore. Dad's coming home tonight."

"Dad's coming home tonight? Oh, that's great!" I was overjoyed to hear this, not noticing the slight worry on Mom's face. I got out of bed and remembered school, so I asked Mom, "By the way, Mom, what time is it? I have to go to school."

"It's already afternoon. You slept all day. Mom called in sick for you, you little lazybones." Mom playfully pinched my nose, then smiled again. "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will make you something."

"Hmm... I want to eat Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste)." I went to the living room and saw my schoolbag there. I immediately remembered that I had my little red flower inside, so I took it out and gave it to my mother, saying, "Mom, this is the little red flower my teacher gave me as a reward a few days ago. I'm giving it to you."

My mother smiled and took it, giving me a big kiss on the cheek. She said, "Hmm, that's great, Xiaotao, thank you." She tucked the little red flower into her hair and asked, "Does it look good?"

I clapped my hands and praised, "It looks good, it looks good, Mom is so pretty!"

My mother kissed me again and said, "My Xiaotao is so good, Mom likes him very much. Mom will make you Zhajiangmian now."

That evening, my mother and I had a very happy dinner, temporarily forgetting the tragedy of the previous day. That night, because my father was coming home, I went back to my room to sleep. In the middle of the night, I was woken up by sounds from my mother's room. It wasn't groaning, but arguing and my mother crying. I jumped up, thinking, "Dad's home." I wanted to go check on him, but then I heard him arguing with my mother, so I didn't dare go over. I just pressed my ear against the wall to listen to what they were saying.

My mother said, "Da Xue, it's all my fault. I'll make sure we live a good life together from now on, okay?"

My father said, "Xiao Chen, you're not a child anymore. Do you think we can continue living together?"

My mother said, "We've had so many years of relationship, and you're going to abandon me because of this? How could you do this…?"

My father said, "Just because of this? What do you think this is? No man in this world would tolerate this. This isn't just cheating, it's downright perverted. This kind of slut-like behavior should have been banned years ago. What were you thinking? You even want that disgusting stuff?"

My mother said, "Da Xue, I was confused for a moment. These past years, I've raised Xiao Tao alone; it's been so hard. I promise I'll never do this again. Give me… " "This is another chance, let's live a good life..."

Dad said, "How? Live with you while I'm being cuckolded? I work myself to the bone to earn money for this family, and what about you? Forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore. You should have thought about the consequences when you did this. What's the point of you continuing like this?"

Mom said, "I know I'm very sorry to you, but can you bear to let Xiao Tao be without a mother at such a young age?"

Dad said, "You still have the nerve to talk to me about Xiao Tao? Did you think about him when you did those things? Did you think about what would happen if he saw it? You don't even care about your own son, do you have any humanity left?"

Mom said, "I know I made a mistake, but have you ever thought about what you did wrong? Why did we get to this point?"

Dad said, "Li Xiaochen, what do you mean?"

Mom said, "You've abandoned me all these years. You said you'd wait two more years, two more years. How many two-year periods have I waited for? I gave you the best years of my life, and now that you're better off, you don't want me anymore..."

"Li Xiaochen!"

Dad shouted, startling me. After a long silence next door, I heard Dad say again, "I was blind to marry a woman like you. I'd heard you weren't a decent person, and now I see... If you don't agree, we'll see each other in court." Then I heard the front door slam shut and Mom crying.

I went back to bed, unable to sleep for a long time. Were Mom and Dad getting a divorce? Mom kept crying. I thought for a moment, then got out of bed and ran into Mom's room.

Mom was only wearing a small, transparent pink panty, lying on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Her tear-streaked face and almost naked body deeply moved me. Mom was beautiful even when she cried.

When Mom saw me, she wiped away her tears, waved to me, and said, "Xiao Tao, come here to Mom."

I ran over quickly, and Mom pulled me into bed. I noticed that the sheets, duvet cover, and pillowcases had all been changed to new ones. Mom gently hugged me, and I whispered, "Mom, are you and Dad getting a divorce?"

Mom sniffed, didn't answer the question, but instead asked me another question: "Xiao Tao, do you love Mom?"

I nodded vigorously and said, "I love Mom, I love Mom the most."

Mom said, "Hehe, then... Mom will be your wife in the next life, okay?"

I said, "Okay! Okay! Hey, Mom, what is the next life?"

Mom said, "The next life is when a person dies and is reincarnated, um, that is, the next life."

I said, "Ah, Mom, Mom, are you going to die? I don't want to, I don't want you to die! Mom!" When I heard Mom mention death, I was so scared that I almost cried.

Mom gently stroked my hair, smiling, and said, "Silly boy, when did Mom say she was going to die?"

I said, "Then why did you say the next life?"

Mom said, "Of course! In this life, I'm your mother. How can I be your wife? Only in the next life can I find out."

I said, "Can't Mom be my wife?"

Mom said, "Of course not. You'll understand when you grow up."

I said, "When is the next life?"

Mom said, "The next life... it's a long time. It might be several years, probably around the time you grow up."

I said, "Oh, that long?"

Mom said, "Yes, growing up is a long process, so you must eat well and not be picky. That way you can grow up faster, okay?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, yes! I promise I'll eat well, grow up quickly, and then Mom will be my wife."

Mom smiled and said, "Hehe, will you really marry Mom when you grow up? Will you change your mind?"

I said confidently, "When I grow up..." "I will definitely marry Mom. And, um? What does 'changing one's heart' mean? I don't understand, Mom."

Mom's eyes reddened again: "It's nothing. Just tell Mom that you will never change your heart towards Mom, and that you will always love Mom. That's enough."

I said, "Yes, I will never change my heart towards Mom, and I will always love Mom!"

Mom hugged me tightly, kissed my head a few times, and choked up as she said, "Good, Xiao Tao is such a good boy. Xiao Tao is so loving towards Mom. In the next life, Mom will definitely be an innocent woman... to love you well... to be your good wife."

I held out my little finger in Mom's arms and said to her, "Mom, let's pinky swear."

Mom also held out her little finger and hooked it with mine. I shook it gently, muttering, "Pinky swear, for a hundred years, never to change!"

Mom's tears streamed down her face. I said, "Mom, why are you crying again?"

Mom wiped her tears and said, "It's okay, Mom is very happy. Okay, Xiao Tao, go to sleep early, you have school tomorrow."

"Mmm." I nodded and slowly nestled into my mother's arms. I was probably really sleepy, and I even forgot to kiss her nipple.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my mother whisper in my ear, "Xiao Tao, remember, when you grow up, never easily trust women, especially beautiful women. They are the best at pretending... However, if you meet a woman who is willing to do anything for you, then you must love her well! Protect her! Never let her get hurt, understand?"

I opened my eyes in confusion and asked, "Mom, what are you saying?"

My mother smiled gently, kissed me, and said, "Nothing, go to sleep. Mom loves you."

"Mmm, I love you too, Mom." I kissed my mother on the cheek and slowly fell asleep to the lullaby my mother hummed softly.

The next morning, my mother made breakfast and sat quietly beside me watching me eat. After we finished eating, Mom suddenly lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, she unbuttoned her shirt and handed the cigarette to me, pointing to a cigarette scar on her chest. She said, "Xiao Tao, this is what that guy surnamed Zhao left on me. I can't keep this scar. Can you help me?"

A round, pink scar appeared on Mom's fair skin. I held the cigarette and asked stupidly, "Mom, how can I help you?"

"Come on, like this… ah…" Mom held my hand and poked the burning cigarette into the cigarette scar, creating a new one.

Mom looked down at the new scar and smiled with relief, "That's alright, Xiaotao. This scar is yours, not someone else's. You must always remember this scar on my body; it's your mark on me."

"Mmm." I gently stroked the scar and asked, "Mom, does it hurt?"

Mom shook her head and said, "No, it doesn't hurt. This is Xiaotao's love for Mom. Mom doesn't hurt. Okay, go to school now."

"Okay."

Mom helped me put on my backpack, straightened my clothes, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Be careful of cars on the road, and pay attention in class."

"Okay, Mom, I'm going now. Goodbye, Mom." Just as I stepped out the door, Mom called me back, squatted down, took my hand, kissed me twice more, stroked my head, looked at me carefully, tears welling in her eyes, and said tenderly, "Xiaotao, can you kiss Mom too?"

"Okay, sure." I tiptoed and kissed my mother on both cheeks, then hesitated for a moment before mustering my courage and quickly pecking her lips as well. After the kisses, I felt very nervous, lowering my head as if I had done something wrong, too ashamed to look at her. My mother smiled and said, "Xiao Tao is so good, go to school now."

I walked out of my building, but couldn't help turning back to look at my house again. I saw my mother watching me from the window. When she saw me turn around, she smiled and waved, her smile seemingly containing an unspeakable bittersweet beauty.

My mother's lips were soft and warm. Although I only pecked her lightly, the feeling was indescribably wonderful. I don't know if it was because I kissed my mother or for some other reason, but all day long, I felt restless, empty, and a little panicked. Finally, school was over. I grabbed my schoolbag and ran home without even waiting in line.

As soon as I entered the house, I shouted, "Mom, I'm home!" There was no response, and for some reason, my heart pounded even harder. I shouted again, "Mom, I'm home!" and ran into my mother's room. No one was there. I frantically searched every corner of the house, finally finding my mother in the bathroom. She was sitting naked in the bathtub, her eyes closed as if asleep, a little red flower I had given her pinned in her hair. The bathtub was filled with red water.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart finally calming down. I went over and gently nudged her, only to find her body cold and stiff. My heart, which had just relaxed, immediately clenched again. I pushed her harder, calling out anxiously, but my mother remained unresponsive. I completely panicked. Although I didn't know what had happened, I knew something must have happened to my mother.

I ran out of the house and pounded on my neighbor's door, crying and shouting, "Uncle and Auntie, open the door! Something's happened to my mom!"

I vaguely heard some movement inside, then a soft hiss, and then silence. I kept knocking for a long time, but no one answered. I knocked on several other neighbors' doors, but there was still no response. I had no choice but to run downstairs to look for an adult. This time, I was lucky. After knocking a few times, the door opened, and a sleazy-looking, small-eyed man stood in front of me, asking, "What's up?"

I hurriedly and frantically said, "Uncle, something's happened to my mom. She's lying in the bathtub without any clothes on..." The sleazy man's tiny, beady eyes instantly widened, shining brightly. He grabbed me and asked urgently, "Where is she? Where is your mom?"

I led him into my house, rushed into the bathroom, and said to him, "Here, here."

The sleazy man immediately froze, and his eyes dimmed. After a while, he reached out and touched my mother's nose, then turned to me a little flustered and asked, "Are there any adults in your family? Do you have their company's phone number?"

I said, "Yes! Yes!" I ran into my mother's room, took out a small notebook from the bedside drawer, flipped through it, found my father's company's phone number, and handed it to him. He asked, "Whose is this?"

I said, "My dad's."

The sleazy uncle said, "What's your dad's name?"

I said, "Xue XX."

He hurriedly ran downstairs with his notebook. I didn't know what to do. I saw him run to the public phone to make a call from the window, so I went downstairs too. From a distance, I heard him saying into the phone, "Hello, I'm looking for Xue XX. Oh, I'm his neighbor, something happened at his house. Um, okay... Hey, hello, Mr. Xue, I'm your downstairs neighbor. Your wife is in trouble. Please come back quickly. She, she... she cut her wrists. Don't panic, I've already called 120 and 110 for you. They'll be here soon. Please come back quickly too. Um, yes, your son is here too. He's the one who told me. My surname is Qian. Um, okay, okay, it's alright, it's alright."

The sleazy uncle put down the phone. The speed of the car before the New Year was definitely not to be underestimated. Several police officers in green uniforms and hats came over. A sleazy-looking man went up to them and said the police were there too. Watching them go in and out of my house, I was very nervous. It was the first time I'd seen such a large scene—white and green, a truly imposing sight. Several officers came to ask me questions, like when I discovered

the body, when I last saw my mother, what we said, and so on. After a while, my father returned. He talked to the officers for a while, and then I saw my mother being wrapped in a white sheet and carried out of the bathroom, then out of the house, all the way down to the ambulance. A large crowd of onlookers gathered around.

Watching the ambulance carrying my mother drive further and further away, my heart filled with fear: Mom, she... is she... dead...?

My mother really was dead. Her beautiful body turned into a handful of white ashes, placed in a small box, and taken away by my grandfather's family. I know what death is, and I'm terrified of it. I don't know how painful death is, and I can't imagine it, but it's precisely because I can't imagine it that it feels so terrifying. I will lose my mother forever. My father said she went to another world, a world far away, where she will watch over me and protect me forever.

October 12, 1990, Friday, the 24th day of the eighth lunar month of the Gengwu year, overcast and rainy. My mother, Li Xiaochen, committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathroom of our home, passing away at the age of 32, eight weeks pregnant.

I lived with my father. On the eighth night after my mother's death, I heard arguing coming from her room again. This time, it was two men's voices: one was my father, and the other was a hoarse voice.

The hoarse-voiced man pleaded, "Brother Xue, please forgive me! This has nothing to do with me! She seduced me first!"

Dad said, "Bullshit! Someone like you, seducing you?"

The hoarse-voiced man said, "Really! Brother Xue! I did want to, but I know what kind of person I am, so I never dared to make a move on my sister-in-law. It really was her who initiated it, otherwise I wouldn't have dared even if you gave me ten lives!"

Dad said, "Tell me about these photos."

The hoarse-voiced man said, "She asked me to take them. She bought the camera and film, all imported. All those fancy things in the film were her ideas. She even developed the photos herself and gave them to me to keep for my enjoyment. I...I...I did everything she asked! She...she even made me watch porn and told me to imitate what they showed. She got those videotapes too. Ah, they're in that cabinet...Brother Xue, it really has nothing to do with me!" "It's all her fault, it's all her fault! Please let me go! I'll be your slave, your pig, your dog, I'll do anything for you, even in the next life, please spare my dog's life!"

Dad said, "Xiao Zhao, after you graduated from high school, you went out to work. If it weren't for my pity, you would have starved to death long ago. Now you've done this, you were once a college graduate, you're an intellectual, and you repay kindness with enmity?"

The hoarse voice said, "Brother Xue, I'm sorry! Please spare my worthless life for the sake of my hard work these past two years, even if I haven't done anything great!"

Dad said, "Xiao Zhao, if someone makes a mistake, they have to be punished. Since you broke the law, no one can save you."

The hoarse voice said, "Brother Xue, I have an elderly mother back home who needs to be taken care of. If I die, no one will take care of her. Please... I'll kowtow to you..."

Uncle Zhao begged Dad all night, his hoarse voice became hoarse, and I was getting sleepy listening to him. Suddenly, a pig-like roar erupted from Mom's room: "Xue XX, I'll fuck your mother!" This was followed by sounds of fighting, then the duck's screams, and finally Dad's voice: "With your little chick-like appearance, I wouldn't even bother with a knife. Killing you would dirty my hands. Get out!"

Through the crack in the door, I saw Uncle Zhao writhe miserably, like a defeated chick, like a mangy dog that had fallen into the water, scrambling out of our house with his tail between his legs.

Postscript: Zhao XX was convicted of hooliganism, a serious offense with heinous consequences, and sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately, at the age of 21.

A few days later, Dad burned all of Mom's belongings—photos, clothes, etc. Later, Dad sent me to a boarding school, and I began to grow up alone in a completely new environment.

Every night, I couldn't sleep, always thinking of Mom's embrace, her warmth, and almost every night I would hide under the covers and cry. Even when I'm asleep, I have nightmares. I often dream that my mother is walking ahead of me, and I'm chasing after her, but I can never catch up. No matter how much I cry and shout, she doesn't turn around... 02-08

Chapter 03 The nosebleed that brings happiness

is that alluring, provocative buttocks,

like a horny bitch suffering from heat,

saying "Fuck," saying "Fuck,"

that "Fuck" contains fantasies of intercourse.

—Oh, Moji!

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In those days, teachers could hit students. Many psychologically dark and morally twisted people became teachers. Real teachers only existed in elementary school students' essays. Boarding schools, nominally under military management, were actually prison-like. Not only were the teachers unfriendly, but even the cafeteria staff sometimes served us food with their hands reversed. As for the teachers' character, it was even worse; nominally teacher and student, but in reality, master and slave. This was education in those days, and our generation was numb, demonic beings cultivated by the times…

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After graduating from elementary school, I went home for summer vacation. The reform and opening-up policy was in full swing, and the Chinese people were full of spirit. My father's company had grown significantly, and we had bought a new, large house. My father hadn't remarried and had lived alone for several years, but he seemed quite content.

The new house was large, but empty and lifeless. My father was away for the entire summer and didn't come back. It didn't matter to me; I was already used to life without him. My dad hired a nanny to take care of me. She spent over a month with me, and she was my first woman.

Her name was Jian Muzhu, and I called her Aunt Jian. She was 35 years old, quite pretty, a classic beauty—fair-skinned, beautiful, elegant, and possessing the charm of a mature woman. Overall, she was like a gentle and pretty neighbor. She had a great figure, very voluptuous, the sexy and alluring type. As for height, I hadn't started growing properly at that time, only 1.49 meters tall, while Aunt Jian was almost a head taller than me. I thought she was very tall then, but now, thinking back, I'd guess she was around 1.65 meters. There were

only the two of us in the whole house. She lived in the room next to mine, doing my laundry, cooking, and cleaning every day. Initially, I wasn't used to being waited on. Six years of boarding school in elementary school had made me accustomed to self-sufficiency; I could handle everything except cooking. But people have a natural tendency to be lazy, and once laziness takes hold, it spreads and multiplies rapidly. So, the next day I completely relaxed.

When you're idle, you get bored. This house had no game console, no toys, no comic books, and it was located in a new urban area filled with high-rise buildings and heavy traffic. I didn't dare go out, afraid of getting lost and not being able to find my way home. So I could only stay home watching TV, watching Aunt Jian knit, and chatting with her occasionally. Although we didn't have much in common, it wasn't too boring.

Some might ask me, "You live with a mature, beautiful woman every day, don't you get lustful?" I can tell you the truth: at first, I really didn't have any lustful thoughts. After six years of strict discipline at that prison-like "Valley of Villains" elementary school, my mind was only focused on studying, exams, and obeying teachers. My only hobby was loving my country. The lustful thoughts of my childhood were long sealed deep in my memory. Moreover, in the 1990s and 1996s, puppy love was an extremely dirty and vulgar crime in the children's world; it was considered lewd behavior. If one person had puppy love, the whole family was disgraced! My ancestors for eighteen generations would be disgraced! Even conversations between boys and girls were forbidden. Any talk not related to studies was considered indecent, and any conversation about studies exceeding three sentences was also considered indecent—all capitalist hooliganism, and would be condemned by teachers and students. Yes, teachers and students, including the teachers themselves, would rather wrongly accuse a thousand than let one person escape the net. Once labeled a hooligan, their elementary school life was ruined; they would be permanently nailed to the pillar of shame, ostracized by everyone. A female hooligan couldn't prove her innocence without jumping into the Songhua River four times; a male hooligan would appear, and all the girls would scream and run away. Even a giant, overweight girl had to squeeze through the crowd; if she was too slow, she'd be labeled a hooligan.

So, growing up in that environment, I've long since lost interest in sex, and my penis hasn't been erect much in the past six years. It wasn't until the fourth night...

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few, crows flew south, the dogs downstairs were mating passionately, and the couple upstairs were also mating passionately. Tonight was destined to be a night of spring's return...

I was fast asleep in bed when an unconscious turn woke me up with a sharp pain in my face. I cried out a few times and touched my face, finding my hand covered in a warm, wet liquid. Before I could even process what was happening, I heard the sound of bare feet running quickly on the floor next door. My bedroom door opened, and the light came on . Aunt Jian, wearing a nightgown, stood in the doorway.

She anxiously asked, "Xiao Tao, what's wrong? Oh dear, you're bleeding from your nose! Don't move around!" She then hurried towards me. Upon seeing Aunt Jian, my nosebleed seemed to intensify, because her attire was incredibly alluring. She was only wearing a nightgown, nothing underneath or on her lower body, not even slippers, walking barefoot on the floor.

Clearly, after hearing my voice next door, she hadn't had time to put on anything, just hastily throwing on a garment before rushing over. Her naked body was completely exposed to me. Her two full, round breasts were pressed together by her arms, which were clutching her clothes, forming a sexy, alluring cleavage. Her two large, light brown nipples stood erect, her slightly fleshy waist looked plump, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and below that was a large patch of thick, dark pubic hair, and further down were a pair of snow-white, mature legs and fair, beautiful feet.

I watched those white thighs rush towards me, the white flesh trembling. Her legs were slightly thick and short, not exactly beautiful, but very full, possessing a unique charm of a mature woman.

Aunt Jian came to my side, took a tissue from the bedside table, bent down to wipe my nose, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it'll be alright soon. Did you accidentally bump your head on the bedside table when you turned over?"

At that moment, Aunt Jian's unbuttoned nightgown came undone, revealing her full, white breasts, which hung heavily on her chest, swaying precariously.

In that instant, a strange feeling welled up inside me. In a corner of my heart, where life had been dormant for a long time, a long-extinguished flame was rekindled and quickly erupted into a raging fire, burning wildly in every nerve and every cell of my body. My penis, which had been dormant for many years, awakened like a king resurrected, its desire rising from the ashes, standing tall and proud.

After Aunt Jian used the tissue to stop my nosebleed, she noticed that I was staring at her breasts with intense desire, my eyes following the movement of her breasts, almost hypnotized. She paused for a moment, then smiled and gently pinched my cheek, saying, "What are you looking at, you little rascal?"

Those words traveled through my ears and into my cerebral cortex, making my whole body tremble. My mind repeated those words like a broken record: What are you looking at, you little rascal… What are you looking at, you little rascal… This feeling is so familiar, what is it? It's like someone I've forgotten for a long time… Why is this happening?

Aunt Jian's eyes slowly met mine, like pools of dark, bright autumn water, alluring and captivating. My sense of smell suddenly became incredibly sharp, inhaling every wisp of her fragrance, filling my lungs with her scent, softly echoing in my chest.

My face flushed red, burning hot, my heart pounded faster and faster, and a wave of shyness washed over me. I hurriedly looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Her body was completely naked, dazzlingly so, and so close to me. I both wanted to look and dared not, my mind nearly going crazy.

Aunt Jian, seeing my shy expression, seemed to laugh even more. She touched my burning cheeks and said, "Be good, don't move. Auntie will get you a towel to wipe you down." With that, she gathered up the used tissues, held them in her hands, and turned to walk out of the house.

Suddenly, a crumpled tissue fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, the short nightgown she was wearing was lifted up, losing its function of covering her. Her large, round, white buttocks were completely exposed before my eyes. Her legs were straight, making her buttocks stand out even more, like a round millstone or two large white balls. Even her pubic hair-covered vulva was vaguely visible.

I stared intently at her beautiful buttocks. Since she had her back to me, I could look without worry. Luckily, she couldn't pick up the crumpled tissue after trying for a while. Her plump, shapely buttocks swayed constantly, making my heart race and my eyes well up with tears—it was incredibly satisfying.

Finally, she picked up the tissue and swayed her hips as she walked out. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and then Aunt Jian came in with a wet towel. Her pajamas were still draped over her shoulders, not properly pulled up, and I could see her breasts and pubic hair again. Her two large breasts bounced up and down with her steps, which was extremely tempting for my newly aroused desire. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Aunt Jian quickly walked up to me. I really hoped she would take a few more steps so I could see more of her. She seemed to notice me peeking at her breasts, so she walked up to me and raised one hand to gently cover her chest, pressing her arm down on her breasts. This gesture, while covering her nipples, made her breasts appear even larger and more alluring. With her other hand, she held a damp towel and gently wiped the bloodstains from my face. Seeing that she was covering her chest, I was too ashamed to look at her anymore.

After a while, a strand of her hair inadvertently fell onto my face, tickling me and feeling pleasantly so. After that strand of hair brushed against my face a few times, she slowly tucked it behind her ear with the hand that was pressing against her chest. And when her arm loosened, her breasts immediately bounced up, like two adorable white rabbits, making my eyes light up again. I was almost going crazy; I really wanted to reach out and touch them, and kiss them—not just her breasts, but her entire body.

At that moment, Aunt Jian tapped my nose with her finger, interrupting my wild fantasies. She said to me, "Okay, your face is clean now. Give me your hand so I can wipe it." I

gave her my blood-stained hand, and she carefully wiped my wrist. After wiping, she suddenly leaned forward and said, "Xiao Tao, there's no blood on your sheets and blankets, is there?" As she leaned forward, her hand, which hadn't yet let go of my wrist, was pulled towards her chest, and her breasts pressed firmly against my hand. This sudden movement sent shivers down my spine; my hand froze completely, too afraid to move.

Aunt Jian's breasts were so soft and warm, the hard nipples pressing against my palm. Oh! I touched Aunt Jian's breasts! I felt so incredibly happy, I could die happy!

Aunt Jian pressed my hand against her breasts for a moment, then slowly released it, as if nothing had happened. She had no idea what kind of ecstasy I experienced in those brief two or three seconds.

She leaned over my bed and looked down, nodding and saying, "Hmm, thankfully it didn't get on the bed. Let me put the towel on your desk so you can wipe it if you bleed again."

The desk was on the other side of my bed. Aunt Jian seemed reluctant to walk around the bed, so she bent down, supporting herself with one hand on the bed while stretching the other arm forward to drape the towel over the desk. I saw her dark armpit hair peeking out, very alluring. Then, her two large, white breasts swayed towards me, almost touching my face. It was the first time I'd been so close to her breasts, seeing even the tiny pores clearly. I was so shocked I didn't dare breathe, as if I were in paradise. It was truly a case of: daring not to breathe too loudly, lest I defile the goddess's breasts.

After she finished draping the towel, as she stood up, her right nipple accidentally brushed against my lips. The warm touch made my heart pound with excitement.

As Aunt Jian straightened up, her large breasts swayed slightly before settling back onto her chest. She straightened the sheets and said, "Alright, go to sleep now. You'd better behave yourself."

As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of my erect penis, which was practically bursting with blood. The thin blanket couldn't conceal this newly awakened little king. Aunt Jian chuckled and gently patted the head of my penis, saying, "You little rascal, go to sleep."

With that, she swayed her smooth, white buttocks and left my room, turning off the light and closing the door.

I lay awake in the darkness, licking my lips. My erect penis felt both pleasurable and uncomfortable. Aunt Jian's gentle touch had sent shivers down my spine, and my mind was filled with images of her naked body. My heart pounded like a deer in heat, unable to find peace.

Before tonight, I had never had any romantic feelings for Aunt Jian. Yes, she was beautiful, but much older than me. To me, she was an elder. Even if I were interested in women, I would only choose girls my own age, not her.

But tonight, my view of women was completely overturned. The naked Aunt Jian was no longer that kind and respectable elder, but a voluptuous, mature, and beautiful woman.

Long-sealed memories slowly opened, and a blurry-faced naked woman floated out, gradually merging with Aunt Jian's naked body. Aunt Jian's expression began to become lewd, and this lewdness made me feel particularly warm and infatuated, like a wild animal's mother-daughter bond. Aunt Jian's naked body struck various obscene poses, each one feeling strangely familiar, like someone I couldn't place. I savored Aunt Jian's naked body like this until I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, my penis was already soft. Recalling what happened last night, a sense of guilt and remorse welled up inside me. Aunt Jian is always so kind and considerate to me. How could I have such shameless and filthy thoughts about her? She is, after all, my elder. I'm such a scoundrel. How can I face Aunt Jian after this?

I forced myself to leave the room. Aunt Jian was setting out breakfast in the living room. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly and said, "Good morning, Xiao Tao. You're up early today."

Aunt Jian was dressed quite provocatively today. She wore a thin beige tank top that perfectly outlined her mature breasts and waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her large breasts jiggled as she walked. I could also clearly see the two prominent nipples on her chest. She wore red shorts that clung tightly to her buttocks, and her two snow-white thighs were exposed to the roots.

This was the first time I had seen her dressed like this. I couldn't help but swallow hard and answered her in a dry voice, "Good morning... good morning, Aunt Jian." At the same time, her naked body flashed through my mind, and I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to look at her directly.

Aunt Jian took a step closer to me and said, "Did you sleep well last night? No more nosebleeds, right?"

I lowered my head and obediently lay on the ground, "No, no, I slept quite well."

Aunt Jian's fragrance wafted over again, and my thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to last night. Right, Aunt Jian only wore one piece of clothing last night, which means she slept naked!

Thinking this, my lower body couldn't help but get aroused again. I quickly ran into the bathroom, stayed there for a while, and even took a shower with cold water before my little king calmed down.

For the rest of the day, I felt guilty and secretly spied on Aunt Jian. I couldn't help it; my eyes rebelled and wouldn't listen to me anymore.

And so, evening came. After dinner, I watched TV in the living room while Aunt Jian took a shower in the bathroom. The sound of running water coming from the bathroom and Aunt Jian's melodious singing made my mind wander. I quickly shook my head, trying to reason with myself. Aunt Jian is my elder; she always treats me so well. I can't have such immoral thoughts about her, I can't… Hmm? How did I end up in front of the bathroom door?

My body seemed to have become uncontrollable; I didn't even realize when I found myself standing in front of the bathroom door. Now, Aunt Jian and I were separated only by the door; the other side was paradise. I hesitated for a long time, wrestling with intense inner turmoil, while the siren-like singing continued to emanate from inside.

Finally, I gave in. I sighed inwardly, "I'm sorry, Aunt Jian, I'll just take one look. I'll eat properly from now on, and eat more fruits and vegetables."

I cautiously opened the door and peeked through the crack. Aunt Jian was covered in soap suds, standing under the showerhead with her back to me. The water slowly washed away the soap, gradually revealing her snow-white body…

Chapter 4 Naked Woman Shining Brightly, I Ejaculate in Her Penis,

One Vagina, One World; One Dick,

One God and Demon.

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I couldn't help but swallow hard, making a loud "gulp." Aunt Jian immediately turned her head to look through the crack in the door and asked suspiciously, "Xiao Tao?"

These two simple words terrified me. I turned around and scrambled back to my room as fast as I could. My heart was pounding wildly, almost cramping. I kept muttering to myself, "Oh no, oh no, Aunt Jian found out. What kind of ears does she have? They're so sharp! What do I do now? What do I do?"

After a while, Aunt Jian came out of the bathroom after her shower, and the scent of her post-shower fragrance quickly wafted over to me. I sneaked to the doorway to scout the situation. Aunt Jian's long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders as she elegantly combed it in front of the large mirror in the living room. She wore a white nightgown, not completely transparent, but under the light, I could see every inch of her body moving beneath. Her large, ample breasts swayed within the nightgown, captivating me completely.

After finishing her hair, she turned off the living room light and walked straight towards my room. I immediately snapped out of my reverie. Oh no, was Aunt Jian coming to confront me? What should I do? What should I do? That's it! How about denying everything? I'll just say she misjudged me. Hmm, that seems like a good idea. I'm pretty quick-witted. That'll do.

Aunt Jian entered my room, gently ruffled her hair, and said, "Xiao Tao, could you give Auntie a massage?"

I was stunned. She wasn't here to settle scores, so I was relieved. I nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay."

Aunt Jian then lay down on my bed, turned her head and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Xiao Tao. Come on, let's start massaging from the shoulders down."

I looked at Aunt Jian's delicate body, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to massage her shoulders. This was the second time I had touched Aunt Jian's body. Her shoulders felt so good, soft and boneless; even through her clothes, I could feel the silkiness of her skin.

Aunt Jian closed her eyes in enjoyment, and after a while said, "Hmm, okay, go down, massage my back and waist."

I massaged her back for a while, then moved my hand to her waist. To my surprise, as soon as my hand touched Aunt Jian's waist, she burst out laughing, and her body swayed slightly.

I asked, "What's wrong, Aunt Jian?"

"You tickled me," Aunt Jian said, getting up. "Isn't it hard to rub with your clothes on? Auntie, take them off." With that, she turned her back to me and took off her nightgown, revealing only a small red pair of panties underneath. Then she lay back down on the bed.

My heart started racing again. Aunt Jian was now only wearing her panties, half-naked in front of me, her smooth back and high, plump buttocks forming a beautiful curve. My hand trembled slightly as I pressed it against Aunt Jian's back.

Ah! Is this what a woman's skin feels like? It felt so good, smooth and delicate, warm and slightly cool, like silk.

I saw Aunt Jian close her eyes, and I felt more confident letting my penis become erect. After caressing her a few times, Aunt Jian suddenly grabbed my hands and placed them on either side of her breasts, saying, "Give Auntie a massage here."

Because she was lying face down, her breasts were overflowing with flesh, and my hands massaged and kneaded these tender mounds of flesh, which Aunt Jian enjoyed, and I enjoyed it too. Then I massaged her waist and legs, thoroughly enjoying touching her body; I was so excited I almost fainted. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman like this, and I felt like I was in heaven.

After massaging her calves, Aunt Jian said, "Help Auntie take off her panties."

"Huh?" I could hardly believe my ears. Aunt Jian repeated, "Take off Auntie's panties and massage Auntie's buttocks."

I came to my senses and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay." My hands trembled as I pulled off her panties.

Now Aunt Jian was lying naked in front of me, and after I took off her panties, she immediately closed her legs together. I placed my hands on her large, white buttocks and began to knead them. Aunt Jian's buttocks were large, soft, and elastic; the feel was simply amazing. I gradually adapted to the increasingly intense sexual stimulation and slowly began to enjoy it with more confidence.

Under my kneading, Aunt Jian's body began to sway slightly, and she hummed softly, occasionally asking me to increase the pressure.

After a while, she said to me with a slightly panting voice, "Xiao Tao, spank Auntie's buttocks! Quickly! Spank Auntie's buttocks, spank hard!"

I was stunned, not understanding what Aunt Jian meant. I asked her, "Auntie Jian, what do you want me to do?"

Aunt Jian opened her eyes, turned around, grabbed my hand, and slapped her buttocks hard, saying to me at the same time, "Like this, spank Auntie's big white buttocks, spank with both hands at the same time, spank hard, quickly!"

Although I still didn't understand why Aunt Jian wanted me to do this, seeing her eager expression, I still raised my hand and tentatively slapped Aunt Jian's right buttock, and the snow-white flesh trembled. Aunt Jian excitedly said, "Yes, yes! That's it! Hit again! Hit harder! Hit faster!"

I carefully hit her a few more times, and Aunt Jian groaned "Ah ah," so I quickly stopped. Aunt Jian turned to me and asked, "Xiao Tao, why did you stop hitting me? Hit me now!"

I said, "Aunt Jian, did I hurt you just now?"

Aunt Jian smiled and said, "Silly child, Auntie was moaning because it felt so good when you hit me. You hit me very well. Come on, keep hitting me, hit me harder."

I said, "Aunt Jian, are you really okay?"

Aunt Jian said, "Of course, Auntie feels very good. Don't be afraid, just hit me as hard as you want."

Finally, encouraged and called out by Aunt Jian, I used both hands to slap Aunt Jian's big buttocks hard, like playing a hand drum. Her fair and tender buttocks trembled violently, and soon her buttocks were red from my slapping. Aunt Jian writhed wildly, thrusting her large buttocks upwards to meet my slaps. Her head was thrown back, and she groaned loudly—groans that sounded strangely familiar, as if I'd heard them somewhere before. However, my attention was quickly drawn to her buttocks, and I temporarily forgot about the slaps. My slaps increased

, and Aunt Jian's reactions became more intense. She pounded the bed with her hands and feet, moaning wantonly. A strange pleasure suddenly welled up inside me; it felt as if Aunt Jian's buttocks were completely mine, and I felt immense joy.

Finally, Aunt Jian's upper body arched upwards like a walrus, and after a few loud, lewd cries, she collapsed onto the bed, her eyes closed, her whole body trembling, panting heavily. Seeing her like this, I stopped, no longer daring to hit her.

After lying on the bed for a while, Aunt Jian lazily sat up, grabbed her nightgown, put it on, turned around, smiled sweetly at me, and said, "Xiao Tao, thank you, you made me feel so good. Okay, you should go to sleep early, Auntie will cook you something delicious tomorrow."

Aunt Jian then left my room and closed the door behind her.

The room became quiet, filled with a faint, pungent smell—a kind of arousing odor—mixed with Aunt Jian's own fragrance.

My hand was a little numb; it had felt so good. I never imagined spanking a woman's buttocks could be so satisfying. The elastic flesh and the woman's moans were actually so beautiful.

I glanced at my bed. There was a large wet patch on the sheet, left by Aunt Jian. Was it sweat or urine? Without thinking, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pounced on the bed, and frantically licked the spot where Aunt Jian had been lying, especially that large wet patch. Sweat or urine, anything from Aunt Jian, I loved it.

After licking it all, I suddenly noticed a pair of red panties—Aunt Jian's. She'd forgotten to wear them when she left. Great! I immediately grabbed them, pressed them to my face, and inhaled and kissed them intensely, wriggling over the spot where Aunt Jian had been. Aunt Jian's panties smelled so good, a scent different from her own, a bit like the pungent smell in the room. Just

as I was enjoying myself, my bedroom door opened. Aunt Jian stood in the doorway, her face stern, glaring at me. "Xiao Tao, what are you doing?"

"Ah! Jian, Jian, Aunt Jian…" I froze, completely at a loss for words.

"What are you holding?" Aunt Jian asked coldly.

I quickly stuffed her underwear under the pillow.

"Tell me, what's that!" Aunt Jian demanded sharply, her face growing even more serious.

I was too scared to look at her, curled up on the bed, eyes downcast, and whispered, "It's...it's Aunt Jian's...your clothes."

At that moment, I was panicked and confused, my mind racing with the phrase, "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

"What do you mean, my clothes? It's clearly my underwear!"

I didn't dare say anything more. Aunt Jian approached me step by step, finally standing in front of me, glaring angrily down at me. I finally couldn't withstand Aunt Jian's imposing presence, my mental defenses completely collapsing. I said in a tearful voice, "Aunt Jian, I...I was wrong...I'll...I'll do it again..." I was really about to cry, but before I could finish, Aunt Jian covered her mouth and giggled, her voice as melodious as a silver bell.

I was even more dumbfounded, but seeing her laugh, I relaxed a little, not feeling as terrified as before. I asked timidly, "Aunt Jian, are you angry?"

Aunt Jian smiled and touched my face, her voice becoming especially gentle: "Silly child, Auntie was just teasing you, how could I be angry? Don't be afraid, do you like Auntie?"

I was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly like a kowtowing bug. Aunt Jian helped me sit up, then suddenly kissed me on the lips, saying, "If you like Auntie, just say so, Auntie likes you too."

Before I could even savor the feeling of that kiss, Aunt Jian sat down next to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me again.

I sat there dumbfounded, letting Aunt Jian kiss my lips and lick my teeth. After a few kisses, she said to me, "Xiao Tao, open your mouth, don't close your teeth so tightly, that's not how you kiss."

After saying that, she continued to kiss me. This time, I obediently opened my mouth as Aunt Jian said. Aunt Jian's tongue immediately went into my mouth, swirling together with mine, soft and sweet, like a warm, moist, and smooth pudding. The elasticity of her full lips was indescribable. At

the same time, Aunt Jian freed one hand and began to caress my chest, her fingers occasionally kneading my nipples, sending a pleasurable sensation through them.

After a while, her fingers moved downwards, grasping my penis, which had been limp from her earlier fright but was now fully erect, and gently stroking it. Under her caresses, my penis became fully erect, regaining its kingly prowess. Then, Aunt

Jian's lips slowly parted from mine, and we both breathed heavily, a thin, silvery line of saliva trailing between our tongues.

Still shaken, I asked, "Aunt Jian, are you really not angry with me anymore?"

After catching her breath, Aunt Jian looked at me charmingly and said, "Of course! I'm too busy liking you to be angry. Did I scare you just now? Don't be afraid. As long as you behave well, I'll take good care of you. Xiao Tao, do you think Auntie's saliva tastes good?"

I quickly answered her, "Mmm, it's delicious, delicious, very sweet."

Aunt Jian smiled, continuing to stroke my penis while pressing her body against mine, and said, "Come on, open your mouth."

I obediently opened my mouth, and Aunt Jian slowly squeezed out a mouthful of saliva and spat it into my mouth. The saliva flowed little by little in my mouth; it didn't have any particular taste, but it felt smooth and refreshing.

After I swallowed, Aunt Jian asked me happily, "How was it? Want more?"

"Delicious, delicious, I want more!" My courage gradually grew under Aunt Jian's influence. After feeding me a few more mouthfuls of saliva, Aunt Jian kissed me deeply for a while and said, "Don't rush, Xiao Tao. Not only is Auntie's saliva delicious, but other fluids on my body are delicious too."

I said, "Auntie Jian, what other fluids do you have on your body?"

Aunt Jian said, "It's vaginal fluid. Auntie will feed it to you later."

I said, "Auntie Jian, what is vaginal fluid?"

Aunt Jian laughed and said, "Haha, my Xiao Tao is so innocent. Vaginal fluid is the water that flows from Auntie's vagina. It's fragrant and pungent, and it tastes delicious."

I asked in confusion, "Huh? Vagina?"

"Auntie will show you later, let Auntie play with your little dick first. Mmm...so cute, it's already so big even before it's grown hair, I can't wait to see how it grows. Auntie is going to train you properly, hehe. *kiss*..." Aunt Jian said, kissing my glans. An electric shock-like sensation instantly surged from my glans to my entire body.

Aunt Jian then quickly stroked my penis, saying with a wicked smile, "Xiao Tao, how is it? Does it feel good? Are you about to cum, haha."

The pleasure in my penis grew stronger and stronger, so good that I couldn't help but groan "Aww!" Suddenly, Aunt Jian stopped, stood up opposite me, and "whoosh" pulled down her nightgown. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was completely naked, looking at me with fiery passion, her fragrant tongue licking her lips sensually.

Although I had seen Aunt Jian naked before, this time the feeling was extremely stimulating. This stimulation traveled from my retina to my brain, and then the brain's nerves generated a powerful energy that went straight to my penis. Finally, my little penis could no longer hold back and erupted like a volcano, spraying a lot of milky white fluid all over Aunt Jian.

Aunt Jian's eyes widened, and she exclaimed happily, "Wow, Xiao Tao shot! So much! Hehe, great! Great!"

She used her hands to wipe all the fluid I had shot onto her body, licking it into her mouth. At the same time, she said with a smug look, "This is Xiao Tao's virgin essence, so precious! Auntie will savor it properly, it's very nourishing, hehe."

Meanwhile, I, completely unaware of what had just happened, was terrified. What had I just shot out? Why didn't I feel that same urge anymore?

I asked her anxiously, "Aunt Jian, what happened to me?"

Aunt Jian chuckled and said, "You ejaculated? You didn't even know? Hehe, it's okay, this is semen, it's what you just ejaculated. It means you've grown up and can have sex with women now."

I was still shaken. "I, um, is it really okay? Why don't I feel that way anymore?"

Aunt Jian said, "It's alright. Of course you don't have desire after ejaculating. It'll be fine in a while. Auntie will help you later."

My heart calmed down a little. Watching Aunt Jian happily consuming my semen, I couldn't help but ask her, "Aunt Jian, um... semen? Is it tasty?" The semen looked milky white, so it seemed like it should taste good.

Aunt Jian sucked the last bit of semen off her fingers, then pounced on me, pushing me down onto the bed. She laughed and said, "You'll know once you taste it." Then she kissed me passionately. I tasted the semen residue on her tongue; it was fishy and salty, indescribably unpleasant.

I made two "mmm" sounds, struggling to separate my mouth from Aunt Jian's.

Aunt Jian asked me with a grin, "How does it taste?"

I shook my head with a bitter face. Aunt Jian laughed, "Semen is what men ejaculate for women to eat; the more lewd a woman is, the more she loves it. Okay, now it's Auntie's turn to reward you, let you really taste a woman's flavor."

Aunt Jian slid down, using her breasts to squeeze and knead my penis. I never expected Aunt Jian to use her breasts to squeeze my penis; a pleasurable feeling welled up again.

After a while, Aunt Jian opened her mouth and took my penis in, gently sucking, her tongue swirling around the glans. Pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. A memory suddenly flashed through my mind: I seemed to have once longed for a woman to suck my penis like this. What was it? This memory only flickered in my mind before being immediately overwhelmed by a surge of pleasure.

Chapter 5: Little Sperm Finds Its Mother.

Sperm in the testicles,

an inescapable hell.

Sperm ejaculated into the uterus,

a paradise on earth.

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Under Aunt Jian's fragrant tongue, my penis quickly became hard again, and my anxious heart finally settled down.

After I was fully erect, Aunt Jian sucked deeply a few more times, then released my penis, crawled in front of me, and squatted down in front of my face, emitting the scent of a woman's private parts.

I saw Aunt Jian's private parts; her two thick labia were covered with dense black hair, extending all the way to her anus. Aunt Jian parted the two fleshy labia with her hands and said to me, "Xiao Tao, look, this is a vagina, a woman's vagina, specially for men to fuck with their dicks. Hmm, the fluid that flows out is vaginal fluid, also called vaginal fluid... These hairs are called pubic hair... This place is called the vulva bead. When you play with a woman in the future, touch her here, and I guarantee she'll show you her slutty side. These two pieces of flesh are called vaginal flesh, this is the big vaginal flesh... This is the small vaginal flesh... This little hole inside is the vaginal opening. When you fuck her, you have to insert your dick."

I exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, insert it? Doesn't it hurt?"

Aunt Jian said, "How could it hurt? It will only make the woman moan with pleasure. Remember what I just said? Now you can touch whatever you want. Come on, try inserting your finger into Aunt Jian's vagina."

I reached out and stroked Aunt Jian's vulva. The two labia were soft, the labia minora were a little dark and wrinkled, and the inside was pink and felt very tender. Aunt Jian grabbed my hands, placing one on her clitoris and the other against her vaginal opening, saying urgently, "Come on, Xiao Tao, touch Auntie here, then insert your fingers, insert them into Auntie's cunt."

I rubbed Aunt Jian's clitoris with one hand, and inserted the other into her vagina, stirring my fingers inside. Her vagina was warm, and the walls were wet. Soon, Aunt Jian began to moan. Her clitoris, which had started as a small bud, gradually grew into a large pink pearl. Her vagina slowly became warmer and wetter, and some milky white fluid flowed out, followed by a large amount of clear water.

Aunt Jian sat hard on my face, saying in a seductive voice, "Quick! Lick my cunt! Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!"

I quickly pulled my fingers out and stuck out my tongue to lick Aunt Jian's vulva. The moment my tongue touched her, it felt like every cell in my body exploded. Her vulva smelled slightly fishy and pungent, and the vaginal fluid that flowed out was initially a little salty and sour, but later it had no taste. No, it should be said that this was the taste of heaven.

At that moment, I was incredibly excited. I had not only seen a woman's most mysterious place, but I had also touched it, and now I was even licking it with my tongue, tasting the holy water-like liquid flowing from it. Where is heaven? Heaven is under a woman's vagina!

Aunt Jian twisted her big buttocks, shouting ecstatically, "Ah, ah...so good, don't stop, lick more, more...eat all my juices! Ah..."

More and more water flowed from Aunt Jian's lower body. Suddenly, she jumped back, straddling my hips, grabbing my penis with one hand and pressing it against her vagina, quickly sitting down.

I felt my penis enter her vagina, no, it should be said that it was enveloped by her vagina. It was warm and moist inside, and I could feel the squeezing of the flesh walls, which felt very good.

Aunt Jian rode on top of me, thrusting violently, constantly twisting her buttocks. Her two big breasts bounced up and down like two big water bags, flying and jumping wildly. At the same time, her vagina sucked and gripped my penis.

This was a pleasure I had never experienced before. Do you remember how you felt the first time you had sex? I remember, that was the first time, and I'll never forget it. That mysterious fleshy cave was like a magical passage, leading me into an unknown world, everything was new and exciting. Life could be so wonderful. I could clearly hear my heartbeat, feel the flow of my blood and the trembling of my nerves. Every pore of my body was keenly aware of the feminine scent emanating from her, greedily inhaling it like a hungry little bird, like an addict going through withdrawal. At that moment, I thought I was the happiest person in the world...

I couldn't help but boldly caress Aunt Jian's thighs and buttocks, and soon I ejaculated again amidst Aunt Jian's moans.

Seeing that I had ejaculated, Aunt Jian twisted her buttocks a few times, gently lay on top of me, hugged me, turned over, and held me in her arms, breathing slightly, saying, "Xiao Tao, you're great, you ejaculated again, you made Aunt's cunt wet."

I buried my face in her large breasts and sucked on her nipples. That familiar feeling surged back into my heart. This was the first time I had sucked on a woman's nipple so directly. It tasted so good, like a hardened marshmallow.

Aunt Jian stroked my hair and asked, "Xiao Tao, do you like Auntie?"

I sucked on her nipple and said, "Yes, I like it."

Aunt Jian chuckled lewdly, "Hehe, what do you like most about Auntie?"

I said, "I like Auntie's breasts the most."

Aunt Jian said, "Hey, from now on, don't say breasts, call them big tits, remember?"

"Huh? That's a vulgar word, Aunt Jian." I looked up at her in confusion.

Aunt Jian smiled charmingly and said, "It's only fun when you're fucking a woman by using vulgar language. The more you say it, the more enjoyable it becomes. Come on, say it again, what is this?"

I said, "It's Aunt Jian's big breasts."

"Haha, right, right! Little Tao is so good. And here, from now on, you can't call it an ass, you have to call it a big white butt." Aunt Jian turned around and showed me her big butt, patted it hard and said, "Little Tao, say it again."

I said, "Ah, big white butt."

Aunt Jian said, "Whose big white butt is this?"

I said, "It's Aunt Jian's big white butt."

Aunt Jian corrected me, "It's Aunt's big white butt that's so horny, so cheap and begging to be fucked!"

I said, "Oh, it's Aunt's big white butt that's so horny, so cheap and begging to be fucked."

"Kiss it!" Aunt Jian commanded.

"Mmm." I immediately pressed my face against it and obediently kissed Aunt Jian's big white butt, licking it with my tongue. The incredibly plump and tender flesh made me completely intoxicated.

When I licked her cleft, Aunt Jane bent over on the bed, spread her buttocks apart with her hands, and said, "Come on, lick Auntie's horny asshole."

"You horny asshole? Oh, okay, okay." I lay on her buttocks, carefully licking her dark brown anus covered in anal hair. Although it was a place for defecating, I didn't find it disgusting at all; on the contrary, I found it very exciting and enjoyable.

I obediently licked her anus for a long time. Her thick anal hair tickled my lips. Although I had no tongue skills at that time, Aunt Jian still felt very comfortable being licked by me, and her big buttocks swayed sexyly. My little penis slowly hardened again, and I gently rubbed it against her calves.

Aunt Jian rolled over, gently pushed me down, and placed her pair of white jade feet on my little penis, gently rubbing it back and forth with her soft soles.

"Xiao Tao, does it feel good?" Aunt Jian asked me.

"Mmm, Aunt Jian, I feel so good." I didn't expect that Aunt Jian's feet could make me feel so good.

After Aunt Jian massaged and stomped on my feet dozens of times, she placed her feet on my stomach and slid them up to my face. She stroked my face with the soles of her feet a few times and said, "Come on, start licking Auntie's feet, lick Auntie's whole body."

I quickly grabbed her feet and started licking the soles of her feet frantically. After only a couple of licks, Aunt Jian giggled. She sat up and looked at me, saying, "Hehe, Xiao Tao, you can't lick a woman's feet like that, it'll tickle. First, kiss them with your mouth, then lick slowly, little by little, don't lick too fast."

I followed Aunt Jian's instructions, carefully licking from her heels to her toes, and then, without any instruction, I took her toes into my mouth and sucked on them with relish.

Aunt Jian's feet weren't particularly beautiful or ugly; they were just a very ordinary woman's feet. They weren't big, the soles were slender and slightly thick, fair and soft, and between her toes exuded the unique scent of her body, the scent of a mature woman.

I continued licking up Aunt Jian's toes, down to her instep and ankle, then upwards, licking her calves and thighs on both sides. When I reached her vagina, which was still dripping with semen, Aunt Jian stopped me, panting, "Xiao Tao, save this for last. Come on, keep going up."

I thought, fine, I've already tasted her vagina, now I should quickly taste other parts of her body. So I continued licking her groin, lower abdomen, navel, and then all the way down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples again, my hands kneading her large, plump breasts, burying my face in them, feeling a warm sensation.

Aunt Jian moaned softly, then suddenly whispered, "So good, you little rascal!"

The words "little rascal" pierced my memory like a sudden arrow, catching me off guard, and I burst into uncontrollable tears.

My crying immediately frightened Aunt Jian; she quickly picked me up and asked what was wrong.

I hugged her tightly, crying out loudly again and again, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Actually, I already knew what that familiar feeling I felt with Aunt Jian was. It wasn't that I couldn't remember, but rather that my subconscious didn't want to remember, dared not remember, because that person had brought me such deep pain. Yes, that was my mother; forgetting her was a subconscious form of self-protection.

Now, I found that feeling of motherhood again with Aunt Jian, and the emotions from my memories surged forth like wild horses.

Aunt Jian didn't say anything more, slowly tightening her embrace and stroking my hair. After a while, my crying gradually subsided, and all the loneliness and grievances buried for years were released, leaving me with an indescribable sense of relief.

Aunt Jian whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy's here, Mommy's here. From now on, I'll be your mother."

Aunt Jian's voice became especially gentle, devoid of its previous harshness. I looked up at her and nodded vigorously. Aunt Jian wiped away my tears, kissed me, and said, "Good boy, don't cry, come and kiss Mommy."

I kissed her face a few times, looking at that beautiful and gentle face, trying hard to recall what my mother looked like, but I just couldn't remember. No wonder, six years had passed, and my father had burned all of my mother's photos. After my maternal grandparents took my mother's ashes, they completely severed ties with my father and me, and there was no further contact. So I didn't know where my mother's grave was. It seemed she was truly fading from my memory. I thought perhaps she looked like Aunt Jian.

After being affectionate with me for a while, Aunt Jian's eyes slowly returned to their original lustful look. She reached out and gently hugged me, saying, "Xiao Tao, fuck Mommy one more time."

My desire was immediately rekindled, and I nodded repeatedly, saying, "Okay, okay!"

Aunt Jian gently took my penis into her mouth, and with her skillful tongue teasing, I quickly became hard again. After she spat out my penis, she lay down and said to me, "Xiao Tao, come on, lie on top of me, and push harder."

I lay on top of Aunt Jian; her body was very soft, smooth and comfortable to lie on. I grabbed her two large breasts with both hands and kneaded them hard, while my penis pressed against her vagina, trying to penetrate. But strangely, no matter how hard I tried, I could only press against the entrance and couldn't go in.

Seeing my impatience, Aunt Jian giggled, wrapped her legs around my waist, reached out and grasped my penis, helping me insert it into her vagina. She patted my buttocks and said, "Okay, fuck me now."

I couldn't wait to start thrusting in and out of her vagina, constantly kissing her breasts. Aunt Jian grabbed my head and pressed it forcefully against her breasts, her jade-like legs wrapped tightly around my waist, moaning lasciviously, "Ah...ah...good, so good, Xiao Tao...ah ah ah ah...harder...harder...oh, you're so good at fucking, so...you...fuck me to death..."

Amidst Aunt Jian's lewd moans, I felt as if a wild beast had burst forth from within me, making me yearn to conquer the woman beneath me and do whatever I pleased with her. My movements became increasingly violent, my penis using all its strength to pound into her, my caresses shifting from kneading and kissing to biting and nibbling at her breasts.

Aunt Jian's reaction became even more intense. Her head shook wildly, and her moans turned into animalistic roars: "Ah... Awooo... Fuck... Fuck... My cunt is ruined, it feels so good, ahh... Awooo..."

Suddenly, Aunt Jian performed a somersault, followed by a somersault, pinning me down and straddling me. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with a lewd and ferocious look. Her hands pressed against my small chest, forcefully straddling my poor little penis, and she roared loudly: "I'm going to eat you! Eat you! Ahh... I... Ah... A sow in heat... Awooo..."

Aunt Jian looked like a female beast in heat at this moment, which startled me at first, but I was quickly aroused by her even stronger lust. My hands groped her white thighs haphazardly, and I thrust my little penis to meet her with all my might, until I couldn't help but ejaculate again.

After I finished ejaculating, Aunt Jian twisted her waist, rubbing my penis a few more times with her vagina, then quickly raised her buttocks high, facing her vagina towards me. She placed one hand behind her back on the bed, while the other hand rapidly rubbed her clitoris. Soon after, amidst her moans, several thick jets of fluid spurted from her vagina, spraying all over my face. Then, as if drunk, she swayed and collapsed onto me, panting heavily.

After catching her breath, she smiled sweetly at me and asked, "Xiao Tao, are you feeling alright?"

I hugged her and nodded, wiping the droplets of vaginal fluid from my face, and said, "Oh, Aunt Jian, you..." Aunt Jian immediately reached out and pressed her hand to my mouth, pouting her little lips, and said, "You still call me Aunt Jian, what should you call me now?"

I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "Hehe, Mommy, hehe."

Aunt Jian smiled contentedly, "Hmm, that's a good boy, baby, Mommy will give you a kiss. *kiss*... Okay, what do you want to say to Mommy?"

I said, "Oh, Mommy, did you pee just now? You peed a lot!"

Aunt Jian said, "Yes, when Mommy climaxes, she can't hold her pee. Xiao Tao, you're amazing, you made Mommy pee, you're so great."

I was a little flattered by Aunt Jian's praise and smiled smugly. Aunt Jian continued, "When Mommy peed just now, did you taste Mommy's pee?"

I shook my head and said, "No, it was too sudden, I forgot."

Aunt Jian said, "Mommy's pee tastes so good, next time I'll let you drink it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Mommy, you're so good." I happily kissed Aunt Jian.

Aunt Jian smiled and said, "Silly child, why are you being so polite with Mommy? It's only natural for Mommy to be fucked by her son. From now on, Mommy is your sex slave, you can fuck Mommy however you want. Be bold, don't be shy, the more you fuck Mommy, the more comfortable and happy Mommy will be."

"Mommy, what is a sex slave?" I remembered that Uncle Zhao seemed to have used this term before.

Aunt Jian said, "A sex slave is a woman who can be fucked anytime, anywhere, just like we are now. You can fuck Mommy anytime, anywhere in the future."

"Oh." I remembered another question, "Mommy, we didn't use contraception, did we? We just kissed, will we get a baby?"

Aunt Jian laughed, pinched my nose and said, "Baby, you're so cute. How can kissing cause a baby? Only when you insert your penis into a woman's vagina and ejaculate inside will you get a baby."

I said, "Oh, I ejaculated inside her just now."

Aunt Jian said, "Hmm, but it's okay. Mommy had a sterilization operation a long time ago, so there won't be a baby."

I said, "What is a sterilization operation?"

Aunt Jian said, "It's when a woman can no longer have children. Okay, that's enough for today. Just two or three times is enough for a new baby. We can take it slow later. Sleep well, baby."

"Okay." I nodded obediently, sucked on Aunt Jian's nipple, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, my mother's back appeared again. This time I caught up with her, grabbed her skirt from behind, and followed her forward. After walking for a while, suddenly, my hand loosened, and my mother was gone again, leaving only a red light flickering in the distance. **********

...

However, squirting can indeed give women a certain degree of pleasure, both mentally and physically, and it can also bring men intense excitement and satisfaction. Women who are not prone to incontinence can practice squirting if they want to make their sex life more exciting; this can be trained .

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... I looked at her and said, "My groin hurts; I lost my balance just now." "Hehe, is it because you were too active last night? It's alright, let me massage it for you." Aunt Jian smiled and knelt down, gently massaging my groin. Her massage eased the pain slightly, but my penis stubbornly became erect again. Aunt Jian then slipped her hand into my crotch and touched my penis, saying, "It's quite vigorous here." Although I had made love with Aunt Jian last night, I still felt a little shy looking at her. Aunt Jian helped me up and led me outside. My steps were a little unsteady. She helped me to the dining table and joked, "Boys can't stand steadily after their first time, huh? Hehe, eat more today, to replenish your strength. There's porridge too; I'll get you a bowl." With that, she swayed and went into the kitchen. Then I noticed that Aunt Jian was only wearing an apron, without any underwear. Her snow-white back and buttocks immediately dispelled my earlier shyness. Lust emboldened me, and I forgot the pain in my groin. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on Aunt Jian, hugging her tightly from behind. I stood on tiptoe and pressed my penis against the crevice of her vagina, eager to thrust inside. Aunt Jian laughed, "You little rascal, finish your meal before you play." "No, I want it now! I want to fuck Mommy, I want to fuck Mommy! Didn't you say you were my sex slave? I can fuck you anytime, anywhere." My courage to fuck her surged with my lust. "Hehe, you little rascal, you learn pretty quickly. Okay, okay, Mommy will let you fuck me." Aunt Jian knelt on the ground, raising her big white buttocks high. "Baby, lick Mommy's pussy first before you fuck me." I squatted down and carefully licked her warm, moist vulva, from her clitoris all the way to her anus. Aunt Jian's juices flowed more and more, overflowing like a river, with a sweet and pungent smell. Soon, she started wiggling her big ass and cried out in a wanton voice, "Xiao Tao, hurry! Put it in! Fuck Mommy's big white ass." I said, "Okay, Mommy, lie down and turn over." "No, just like this, you stand behind Mommy and fuck me." Aunt Jian shouted urgently. Under Aunt Jian's guidance, I slowly entered her body from behind, my hands on her waist, and fucked her hard. My lower abdomen slammed against her two plump buttocks, shaking up waves of white flesh. "Ah ah... ah ah... Xiao Tao, good, good son, ah ah... fuck Mommy to death..." Aunt Jian cried out again in pleasure. While I fucked her hard, I leaned down and kissed her smooth, jade-like back, my hands also moving down her waist to her breasts, kneading them wantonly. Aunt Jian cried out in a lewd voice, "Xiao Tao... um, you... you tell me... tell me..." I said, "Tell me what?" Aunt Jian said, "Fuck... fuck you to death, you... slutty mother... um... mother..." I said, "Oh, fuck you to death, you slutty mother!" Aunt Jian said, "Ah... say it again." I said, "Fuck you to death, you slutty mother!" Aunt Jian said, " say it again..." "Fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you slutty mother..." I kept repeating this phrase, while thrusting into her vagina even more violently. "Ah... I'm going to... cum... ah ah..."

After Aunt Jian let out a few wild, lewd moans, she collapsed to the ground, trembling and panting. Her vagina, like a small mouth, tightly gripped my penis. I ejaculated immediately. Afterward, I lay on Aunt Jian's back, stroking her skin, comfortably enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

I ate a lot for breakfast that day, and Aunt Jian sat naked beside me, eating with me. After we finished eating, Aunt Jian got up to clear the table. Looking at her naked body, my lust quickly reignited, and I pounced on her again without hesitation.

Aunt Jian was both surprised and delighted by what I did. She said, "Why do you want it again? So soon, didn't you just ejaculate?"

I was no longer reserved with Aunt Jian and freely touched her body, laughing and saying, "Who told you to be so beautiful, Mom? I like you so much, Mom."

Aunt Jian tapped my nose and said, "Hmph, you smooth-talking little rascal, let Mom catch her breath first. If you keep doing this, Mom will be fucked to death."

"Mmm... I want it now. Mom is my sex slave. I want to fuck Mom to death." I buried my face in her breasts and started to whine.

Aunt Jian laughed, "Hehe, you little rascal, alright, alright, you're always bullying Mommy. Come on, how about we doggy style again?"

I said, "What's doggy style?"

Aunt Jian said, "It's the position we were playing in just now. Mommy looks like a female dog in heat, doesn't she?"

I shook my head and said, "No, no! Mommy is so pretty, how could she be a female dog?"

Aunt Jian immediately pinched my thigh angrily, pouting and saying, "Hmph, you dare say Mommy doesn't look like a female dog? Mommy's angry! Say it now, Mommy is a female dog, a slutty and lowly female dog, hurry up!"

I nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, Mommy is a female dog, a slutty and lowly female dog."

"Hmm, that's more like it, that's what you get for being disobedient. Mommy will test you again, what is this? You can't get it wrong." As Aunt Jian spoke, she raised her large breasts high.

"This is, Mom's breast... oh, no, no, it's Mom's big tits." I almost blurted out the word "breasts," but luckily I suddenly remembered Aunt Jian's teachings last night and knew that this should be called "big tits."

Aunt Jian gave me a charming glare, lifted one of her jade-like legs and spread it open, her fingers playing with her vulva, and asked me in a coquettish voice, "And this?"

"This is Mom's cunt, um, little slutty cunt, Mom's little slutty cunt." I tried my best to make my answer as complete as possible.

Aunt Jian nodded in satisfaction and corrected me, saying, "It's Mom's slutty little slutty cunt that needs to be fucked. Um, and here, what's this?" Aunt Jian turned her back and slapped her big white buttocks hard.

"This is... um... it is, it is, oh oh, big white ass, Mom's big white ass, a slutty and cheap big white ass." Because this word was too vulgar, I couldn't think of it for a moment. Aunt Jian kept nodding and praising me with "um um," looking like a teachable child.

Then she stuck her buttocks high in the air, spread her buttocks apart with her hands, and said, "Here?"

"It's Mommy's horny asshole, hehe." I said, and then leaned over and licked it. Aunt Jian groaned, turned around, and hugged me and kissed me passionately. After the kiss, she said breathlessly, "Baby, didn't you want to fuck Mommy? Fuck me, Mommy is yours now, you can fuck me however you want."

I said excitedly, "Mommy, let's doggy style."

"Okay, okay, you're such a good boy, come on, give it to Mommy." Aunt Jian couldn't wait to stick her buttocks out in front of me, assuming a ready-to-fuck position. I couldn't wait to pounce on her, grab her big buttocks, and insert my thirsty little penis.

Fuck is something that you get used to after a few tries. I fucked Aunt Jian's big white buttocks like a storm, and Aunt Jian moaned like lightning.

As we continued, suddenly, a thought struck me. I placed my hands on Aunt Jian's buttocks to support my body, lifted my feet off the ground, and raised my legs straight up to the sides, like a gymnast on a pommel horse. My entire body was suspended in the air, my weight pressing down on Aunt Jian's high-raised buttocks. My hands on her buttocks served as my support points, and I continuously thrust my waist forward and backward, using gravity, leverage, and the law of inertia to pound her little cunt even more fiercely.

This difficult movement created a high-intensity impact, bringing me intense pleasure. With each impact, I could fully feel Aunt Jian's uterus contracting and her vagina trembling. Every inch of her moist, warm flesh tightly enveloped my penis, contracting and relaxing, incredibly pleasurable, making my blood boil.

Aunt Jian seemed to be reaching her peak of pleasure; she raised her buttocks even higher, lifted her head, and howled like a pig being slaughtered. I excitedly shouted, "Mommy, Mommy, am I amazing?"

Aunt Jian immediately responded in a seductive voice, "Aww... Ahh... Xiao Tao... You, you're so amazing... Mommy... Ahh... My pussy... Ahh... It feels so good..."

Aunt Jian's response spurred me on, and I roared, continuing to thrust and pound wildly, shouting, "Fuck you to death, you slutty mommy, fuck you to death, you slutty mommy..."

Aunt Jian replied with even more obscene language, "Good son... Ah... Ah... So good... You... Ah... You're so good at fucking... Women... Ahh, fuck mommy to death... This... Ah... Sow in heat... Ahh..."

"Slutty mommy, crawl forward!" I commanded loudly.

Aunt Jian immediately obediently carried me forward with difficulty. I don't know why I suddenly wanted her to crawl forward, but once she crawled, I lost my balance. To avoid falling off her, I leaned over and lay on her back, no longer daring to thrust in the air, but my legs still didn't touch the ground, and my entire weight was still on her.

Aunt Jian groaned as she carried me towards the bedroom. Once inside, I grabbed and squeezed her large breasts, thrusting harder into her. After dozens of strokes, Aunt Jian caught her breath and continued carrying me towards the bed. I thrust even harder, my animalistic instincts growing more ferocious. Just as she carefully got up and climbed onto the bed, I bit her soft, white back like a wild beast. The tender flesh tasted amazing.

However, Aunt Jian's body trembled violently from the sudden bite. This tremor caused me to drop my grip on her sweaty breasts. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist for balance, but this accidentally touched her sensitive spot. She cried out and shuddered violently, falling off the bed. I was also thrown off balance by her large, white buttocks, landing on my bottom with a sharp, painful thud.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..." I sat on the floor rubbing my bottom, looking at Aunt Jian with a pitiful expression, waiting for her to come and comfort me.

But after a few seconds, Aunt Jian was still lying on the floor wiping her face, ignoring me. So I crawled over and asked, "Mom, are you okay?"

Aunt Jian slowly raised her head, and I saw that her lip was cut, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. "Ah, Mom, your lip is bleeding." I said hurriedly.

Aunt Jian licked her lips, smiled, and said, "It's okay, Xiao Tao, let's continue."

I rubbed my bottom and said, "Mom, why don't we stop and rest for a while?" That fall not only hurt my bottom, but also made my penis go limp.

"No, you can't stop making love halfway through. I'm asking you, are you going to do it or not?" Aunt Jian refused decisively.

I hesitated and said, "But, your lip is cut, and my bottom hurts too..."

Aunt Jian didn't say anything more, turned around and grabbed the scissors for cutting yarn from the bedside table. "Huh? Aunt Jian, what are you doing?" I was startled and instinctively covered my penis.

Aunt Jian ignored me, grabbed the half-knitted sweater with her other hand, and then cut it in two.

"Jane...Mom, what are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

Aunt Jian threw the cut sweater on the ground and said earnestly, "A sweater is knitted stitch by stitch. Cutting it in two wastes all your previous efforts, and you end up achieving nothing. Sex is about fucking one penis at a time. Giving up halfway through is just like this sweater, isn't it?"

"Mom, I..." I looked at her with shame.

"Xiao Tao." Aunt Jian put down the scissors and gently stroked my face, "You can't give up halfway through anything, especially when it comes to sex. If you give up halfway through, it will make the woman very uncomfortable. A woman gives you her precious vagina to fuck, and if you don't fuck her to her satisfaction, how can you face her? This is not the behavior of a man!"

"Mom, I'm sorry," I said, feeling ashamed beyond words.

Aunt Jian gently kissed me and said, "Xiao Tao, remember this from now on: never stop halfway through fucking. It's a man's responsibility to bring a woman to orgasm. No matter what happens during sex, once your penis is inside, you can't stop halfway, not even if the sky falls. Got it?" "

Yes." I nodded. "Mom, let's do it again, I want to keep fucking you!"

"Yes, that's right. Come on, let's go to bed." Aunt Jian pulled me to bed with satisfaction.

Then she sat on my lap, hugged me, and kissed me passionately. The taste of blood in her mouth entered mine, and my already softened penis swelled up again. Aunt Jian parted her vagina and swallowed my penis, twisting her jade buttocks. I excitedly kneaded her breasts and pressed her down beneath me...

After a series of frenzied thrusts, Aunt Jian experienced multiple orgasms. I fucked her harder and harder, not knowing how long I fucked her, and finally ejaculated inside her.

After the orgasm, I slowly slid off Aunt Jian. She also collapsed on the bed, probably having orgasmed as well. She panted softly, looking at me with seductive eyes, and said, "Xiao Tao, you're so amazing, you're making Mommy feel so good."

Seeing Aunt Jian's satisfied expression, I felt particularly pleased, even experiencing a sense of happiness.

For the rest of the day, Aunt Jian and I stayed naked at home, making love four more times. Although the quality wasn't great, the quantity was still considerable.

For dinner, I asked Aunt Jian to make noodles with soybean paste. After dinner, Aunt Jian took me to the bathroom to shower, and my penis began to stir again under her caresses. Aunt Jian stroked my penis and laughed, "My Xiao Tao is so amazing, how many more times do you want to ejaculate before you behave?"

At that time, I didn't know that men had limits in this kind of thing, because every time I ejaculated, my desire would return in no time. Although the amount of semen decreased, until it was almost zero, I could still experience the pleasure of ejaculation. So at that time, I thought men could have sex indefinitely. For someone like me, experiencing sex for the first time, the thing I wanted most was to make love to Aunt Jian forever, for all eternity.

In the bathroom, my little penis, teased by Aunt Jian, once again proudly raised its head, wildly leading me to pounce on her like a hungry wolf.

Aunt Jian chuckled and pushed me away, spraying me with water from the showerhead, saying, "Okay, okay, don't be in such a hurry, you little rascal, finish your shower first. If you're a good girl, Mommy will have an even more exciting reward for you after you're done."

Hearing this, I immediately obediently finished my shower. Aunt Jian led me into the bedroom. She lay naked on the bed, propped up on her right elbow, her long, black hair cascading over her right shoulder. Her tongue lightly licked her lips as she looked at me seductively and said, "Come on, little darling."

I quickly rushed over and pinned Aunt Jian down. After a passionate kiss, she touched my face and said, "Baby, lick Mommy's entire body, okay? From head to toe, don't miss a single spot."

"Yes, ma'am, my dear sexy mommy," I replied playfully. I started licking from her Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, licking her wet hair and scalp, carefully sucking away every drop of water from her hair. Since Aunt Jian said not to miss a single spot from head to toe, her hair was naturally included.

After licking her hair, I licked her forehead, slowly moving downwards—her eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, ears, and earlobes—licking and sucking each one, savoring them like ice cream.

As I licked her ears and the base of her ears, she began to moan with pleasure. Then came her neck, shoulders, and armpits. Aunt Jian's armpits were covered in thick, dark hair, exuding a faint fragrance. I leaned in, took her armpit hair into my mouth, and gently licked it.

Aunt Jian giggled and said, "It tickles! Don't lick so lightly."

I licked her armpit a few times, then slowly moved to her arm. Suddenly, I felt something on my tongue, so I reached into my mouth to pull it out, and pulled out an armpit hair. This action, however, caused Aunt Jian's lust to explode instantly. She suddenly pinned me down and unleashed a frenzied, passionate kiss, leaving me completely stunned.

After Aunt Jian finished kissing me, she said to me somewhat shyly, "Ah, Xiao Tao, Mom couldn't help herself just now. You, you can keep licking."

I continued licking down her arm, slowly moving towards her whole body, sucking every part of her, including every finger and toe. I even gnawed on her breasts and buttocks. After licking her anus, I put my mouth on her vulva and sucked up her juices. I had found the trick to sucking her juices. All I had to do was use the tip of my tongue to peel back the clitoral hood, lick around the tender little bud, then bite it with my teeth and gently twist it. Her juices would immediately gush out like a gushing spring, giving me a satisfying experience.

After I finished drinking Aunt Jian's vaginal fluids, she rolled over, sticking her big ass up high, and said lewdly, "Baby, hurry, put it in, fuck Mommy."

I got up and aimed my penis at Aunt Jian's vagina, inserting it. Now my fucking skills have reached the level of blind fucking; even with my eyes closed, I can easily insert it.

I had just fucked her twice when Aunt Jian cried out again, "Baby, hit Mommy! Hit her! Hit Mommy!"

I was stunned and asked her, "Mommy, you want me to hit you? How?"

"Hit me however you want, with your fists, slap Mommy, bite Mommy's nipples, anything is fine, hurry, hurry!"

Aunt Jian's voice turned into a plea, almost crying. But I was still a little confused, and I asked, "Mommy, where...where should I hit you?"

"Hit me anywhere, hurry, please, baby." Aunt Jian's vagina tightened around my penis, her ass twisting violently, but her voice became choked with sobs.

I tried slapping her back, and Aunt Jian immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Good, that's it! Hit harder, like last night! Don't stop fucking! Keep fucking! Fuck me! Hit me!"

Although it was Aunt Jian's request, I still felt a little reluctant. Last night, I obeyed her every word in order to have sex with her, completely losing my ability to analyze things. But now, although I was burning with lust, I still had some sense.

I said, "Mom, how can I hit you? It will hurt."

Aunt Jian said, "Silly child, the harder you hit, the more comfortable Mom will feel. What man doesn't hit a woman! Are you going to hit me or not? If you don't, Mom won't want you anymore!"

"I'll hit you! I'll hit you! Don't be angry, Mom." I quickly started slapping her buttocks hard, while my penis was also working hard on her vagina.

Aunt Jian was still not satisfied. She shouted, "Harder... ahh... don't stop your mouth... curse, curse Mom... curse me."

I said, "Curse what?"

Aunt Jian gasped, "You... ah... slutty... slutty mom, um... you're in heat... um... sow... ah..."

"You slutty mom, huff huff... you're in heat." I hit, cursed, and fucked her, finally satisfying Aunt Jian. She stopped talking and focused on moaning and groaning. Strangely, I also experienced a wonderful pleasure, a pleasure that surpassed traditional fucking.

Suddenly, Aunt Jian closed her eyes, raised her head, and shouted, "Mingming, Mingming, ah, Mingming ah..." Then she climaxed. This climax was more intense than the previous ones, and her vaginal muscles gripped so tightly that I ejaculated prematurely.

I hugged Aunt Jian from behind, lay on the bed panting, savoring the afterglow of her climax, without thinking about what "Mingming" she had shouted meant. My hands were a little numb. Aunt Jian's buttocks and lower back were red from my beatings, which were particularly noticeable against her white skin.

After I caught my breath, I tenderly kissed the red mark. Aunt Jian turned and hugged me, saying softly, "Xiao Tao, you're so good to me! Thank you! Xiao Tao, thank you..." She then kissed me on the head and began to cry.

Seeing Aunt Jian cry, I was a little flustered and quickly asked, "Mommy, did I hurt you just now?"

Aunt Jian wiped away her tears, smiled, and said, "No, no, Mommy felt so good because Xiao Tao loves Mommy."

Looking at Aunt Jian crying, I thought women were really strange. Being hit felt good, but feeling good made me cry. I didn't understand.

After resting for a while, Aunt Jian asked me, "Xiao Tao, are you thirsty?" Hearing

Aunt Jian say that, I did feel a little thirsty, after all, I had been yelling and screaming, and I was very tired. So I nodded to her, and Aunt Jian smiled and said, "Then Mommy will pee for you to drink, okay?"

I had almost forgotten that last night she had told me her pee was fragrant and pungent, and tasted very good. Perfect, I could try it now.

Aunt Jian took me to the bathroom, had me lie on the floor, and then she squatted down on my face, spreading my legs apart and saying, "Come on, open your mouth, ah... Mommy needs to pee."

I opened my mouth, and a stream of warm, slightly yellowish-white urine shot into it. I realized that women have a small hole above their vaginal opening, and urine comes out from this hole; the female body is so amazing.

After Aunt Jian's urine entered my mouth, I started swallowing quickly. Although it tasted a bit salty and astringent, not very pleasant, it was from Aunt Jian's body, so it felt quite refreshing. However, I didn't get to drink much because she peed so fast that I couldn't swallow it all, and most of the urine spilled onto the floor.

After she finished urinating, I tilted my head back and licked her vulva, cleaning up the remaining urine. After licking a few times, Aunt Jian groaned again.

I laughed and said, "Mom, do you want it again?"

Aunt Jian looked at me anxiously and said, "Xiao Tao, do you love Mom?"

I said, "Yes, I love Mom!"

Aunt Jian said, "You're willing to do anything for Mom, right?"

I said, "Yes, yes."

Aunt Jian said, "Okay, wait for me a moment."

Aunt Jian got up and left the bathroom. A little while later, she came back in, carrying a plastic rope and a leather belt. I looked at her in surprise. She knelt against the wall under the water pipe, raised her hands, and said to me, "Xiao Tao, tie my hands to the water pipe with the rope."

I went over and did as she said. Then Aunt Jian said, "Use that belt to whip Mom's big, fat breasts."

"Huh?" I was a little confused again.

Aunt Jian said, "Didn't you just say you were willing to do anything for Mom? Now Mom wants you to do this. Hit hard, don't worry about Mom, the harder you hit, the more comfortable Mom will feel."

I said, "Okay, okay. Mom, I'll hit you then."

I swung the belt and lashed it hard against Aunt Jian's breasts. With a "smack," her left breast bounced off my skin.

Aunt Jian raised her head and moaned happily, "Ah... good... good... Xiao Tao, like that, harder, and also, curse Mom."

"Okay." I alternated between my hands, slapping Aunt Jian's breasts while cursing her with "slutty mom" and "slutty sow." Aunt Jian twisted her body excitedly and cried out loudly.

After hitting her like this for a while, she panted and said, "The belt doesn't hurt, use your slippers to hit me, hurry up."

I threw away the belt, took off my slippers, and used them to lash her breasts again. The slippers were indeed effective; the sound was crisp and solid.

In an instant, breasts flew everywhere, snowy flesh hanging in the air. Lustful moans and cries echoed through the bathroom.

Her breasts were quickly beaten red. Looking at Aunt Jian, her hands bound and kneeling on the ground, enduring my beatings, I suddenly felt a strong sense of pleasure, as if I had completely possessed her.

Finally, Aunt Jian told me to stop. She twisted her wrists, turned around, and raised her large, white buttocks high, saying to me, "Ah... big white butt... I want my big white butt too!"

I continued to whip her large, white buttocks with my slipper, until they were red. Then she turned back, hooked a small stool over from beside her, sat on it, and spread her legs in an M-shape, saying to me, "Beat Mommy's cunt raw, don't stop."

"Ah? Mommy, here..." I could bring myself to beat her breasts and buttocks, after all, they were thick and resilient. But I really couldn't bear to hit her pussy. If I really messed it up, how could I play with her anymore?

"Hurry up, Mommy's pussy is so horny and needs a beating, please hurry up!" Aunt Jian said impatiently.

Seeing her desperate look, I hardened my heart, gripped the slipper tightly, and hit her pussy hard.

This part was indeed extraordinary. The first hit made her let out an even louder moan than before. After a few more hits, she was spraying water everywhere. After dozens more hits, she spurted out several jets of water and then slumped on the small stool, trembling.

I untied her ropes and helped her back to the bedroom. She smiled at me while lying on the bed and said, "Thank you, Xiao Tao. Mommy hasn't felt this good in a long time."

"As long as Mommy likes it, I'll do this to Mommy every day from now on, hehe." To be honest, I was starting to like this kind of thing too.

"Mmm, good baby, Mommy knows you're the best." Aunt Jian kissed me, hugged me, and soon fell into a deep sleep. She seemed truly exhausted today. I climbed out of her arms, got out of bed, turned off the light, then snuggled back into her embrace, suckling her nipple, and drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by Aunt Jian's sleep-talking. I vaguely heard her saying, "Mingming, Mommy doesn't blame you. Don't go, come back, come to Mommy..."

Then, she seemed to wake up with a start. I was still half-asleep and didn't open my eyes. She thought I was asleep, so she held me and gently stroked my hair. Before falling asleep again, I felt Aunt Jian seemed to be crying...

From

that night on, there was no longer any sense of shame between Aunt Jian and me. Aunt Jian no longer wore any clothes at home, always appearing naked in front of me, constantly teasing me and satisfying my sexual needs anytime, anywhere.

As a newcomer to sex, I was incredibly thirsty for her and my penis was always hungry. I would get erect at sunrise and ejaculate at sunset, sometimes three times and sometimes eight times a day. Every day, I would make love with her until the end, my body always filled with an inexhaustible burning desire and an endless supply of semen.

Under Aunt Jian's tutelage, I learned several different positions and techniques. At night, I'd tie her up with rope and torture her according to her wishes, then have sex with her again until I was completely exhausted, at which point I'd collapse into her arms and fall into a blissful sleep.

Aunt Jian was very healthy; the bruises from the previous night would disappear after a good night's sleep.

Only during her menstrual period did we refrain from anything too intense; she satisfied my desires with her mouth and breasts.

You could say that Aunt Jian's care for me now is comprehensive and extreme; she not only feeds me but also caters to my every need during sex. As time passed, I became deeply immersed in this blissful life of being waited on hand and foot, and my feelings for her deepened. I unconsciously developed a motherly attachment to Aunt Jian, and I longed to live like this with her forever. I can't even imagine what I would do if Aunt Jian were gone. I've lost my mother once. What would happen if I lost her again? I really don't dare to think about it.

Ironically, reality is soon forcing me to think about it.

************

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye; happy times always fly by. Summer vacation is coming to an end, and it's time for me to register at my new junior high school.

On registration day, after completing all the formalities at school, I rushed home. I'm now addicted to Aunt Jian's body; I don't want to be apart from her for even a second.

As soon as I opened the door, I eagerly started to take off my pants, but suddenly I heard a woman's moans coming from the bedroom. I listened intently; it was Aunt Jian's voice, and there seemed to be a man's voice too.

I rushed to the bedroom door and was shocked to see Aunt Jian having sex with a man, both of them completely naked. The man was penetrating her while slapping her breasts, hurling filthy insults at her. Aunt Jian, on the other hand, looked excited, her moans even louder than when we were having sex.

I froze, standing dumbfounded at the door, my heart slowly aching, as if someone had stolen my most cherished possession. They didn't notice me until they were finished. The man glanced at me, said nothing, got dressed, greeted Aunt Jian, and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Aunt Jian. She slowly sat up, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said apologetically, "Xiao Tao, why are you back so early?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, Mom, I missed you, so I rushed back after registering."

Aunt Jian said, "Oh, haha, then... what do you want to eat for lunch?"

I said, "Hmm, I want to eat noodles with soybean paste."

Aunt Jian said, "Okay, then you watch some TV first, I'll go take a shower, and I'll make it for you after I'm done."

I sat in front of the TV, unable to concentrate on any program, a bad feeling creeping into my heart.

During dinner, Aunt Jian sat beside me wearing an apron, lost in thought, and she wore that apron all the way until evening without taking it off. Although I really wanted to have sex with Aunt Jian, the atmosphere made it impossible for me to say it, so I just watched TV with her in silence all afternoon. It wasn't

until bedtime that Aunt Jian finally got into bed naked and kissed me. Seeing her tender eyes, I finally relaxed, hugged her tightly, and fucked her hard, ejaculating all the semen I'd been holding back all day into her mouth.

After resting for a while, I finally couldn't help but ask Aunt Jian about what had happened that day. Aunt Jian didn't hide anything and told me everything.

It turned out that it was her husband. Aunt Jian and her husband were both locals; she wasn't a professional nanny, she had a regular job. They lived in the city and originally had a 12-year-old son. Her husband often beat and verbally abused her during sex. At first, Aunt Jian didn't like this kind of sex, but she gradually got used to it and eventually became obsessed with it.

The family of three had been living a happy life, but three months ago, one night, their 12-year-old son attempted to rape his own mother, Aunt Jian, while his father was away. He called her "slutty bitch" and "heated sow," using the same language as his father.

It turned out that Aunt Jian had been neglecting her son while having sex with her husband, unaware that he frequently spied on them outside their door. Growing up surrounded by this, he developed a twisted infatuation with Aunt Jian, and his precocious sexual development manifested in his erection. Entering puberty, this desire became uncontrollable, ultimately leading him to lose his reason and commit this immoral act.

Aunt Jian, of course, did not condone her son's rape and severely beat and scolded him, bringing him to his senses. However, this also drove him to run away from home out of fear and shame, not daring to return all night.

The next day, when Aunt Jian went out to look for him, she found his body in a ditch…

Aunt Jian went insane, crying for days and fainting several times. Later, she applied for long-term sick leave from her workplace and recuperated at home, living in pain and guilt every day. She also stopped having sex with her husband. After about a month, her husband went on a business trip, leaving her alone at home. This made her even more lonely, and she couldn't sleep at night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the image of her son's death, and she was filled with anxiety.

After much deliberation, Aunt Jian decided to work as a nanny for families with young boys. Because she had already undergone sterilization and could not have more children, she could only go to other people's homes to see other people's children to soothe her pain; otherwise, she would have a mental breakdown.

However, at the first house she went to, the male head of the household made inappropriate advances towards her on the first night, so she quit the next day. Later, she came to my house. Because my husband was not there, and my wife was not there either, only me, her son, was there, and I was very handsome and cute, so naturally, I was the ideal choice for her.

During the month or so that she lived with me, the knot in her heart slowly untied, and she basically emerged from her grief.

Today, her husband came back from his business trip. She felt bad for not making love to him for a long time and wanted to go back to her own home to do it with him, but her husband came over first, saying he wanted to see what kind of family she was working as a nanny for. Then they did it, and then I came back.

After Aunt Jian finished speaking, I asked her worriedly, "Mom, are you leaving? Are you leaving me?"

Aunt Jian nodded gently and said, "Yes, I'm going back to my own home tomorrow."

"Mom, don't go! What will I do without you?" My ears were ringing, and I anxiously hugged her and cried. Aunt Jian also hugged me and said many things softly, but I didn't hear a word until I cried myself to sleep. When I woke

up the next day, Aunt Jian had already packed her things and left. There was a bowl of noodles with soybean paste on the dining table in the living room, with a note underneath.

I went over and picked it up. It read:

"Xiao Tao, Auntie is leaving. I've been very happy during the time we spent together. Thank you, Xiao Tao. Auntie knows you'll miss me, but I have my own family too. I can't be with you forever. When you grow up, you'll have your own family, your own wife and children. They will love and care for you just like I did. So don't be too sad. Even when I'm not around, you must eat well and not be picky about food, so you can grow into a tall, strong man.

If you miss me, just keep our short time together as a little secret between us, and never tell anyone. Okay

, Auntie has to go now. I really wish I had a cute and obedient child like you. Goodbye

, Auntie Jian."

I threw the note away, picked up the bowl of dried noodles on the table, took a couple of bites, and the noodles tasted bitter, stuck in my throat, and I couldn't swallow.

I gritted my teeth and forced the noodles down, but a wave of nausea surged up from the bottom of my stomach. I shoved the bowl of noodles onto the floor, turned, and ran into the bathroom, vomiting violently into the toilet. My already empty stomach was quickly emptied. After dry heaving for a while, tears streamed down my face. I hugged the toilet and cried for a long time before slowly standing up. After crying and vomiting enough, I finally felt a little better.

I staggered back to my bedroom and lay in bed all day. It wasn't until evening, when I couldn't bear the hunger any longer, that I got up and went to the small restaurant downstairs and ate two bowls of wonton noodles. After eating and returning home, I looked at the broken bowl and noodles on the living room floor, sighed softly, and silently cleaned them up.

Compared to when I was seven, I was much more mature and resilient. It seems that after a man has slept with a woman, he is indeed no longer as fragile as before. You could say that sex makes you mature, sex makes you brave, sex makes you strong, sex makes you indifferent to worldly affairs.

A few days later, because Aunt Jian left, my father transferred me to a private junior high school, which, like the elementary school, was a boarding school.

After junior high started, my childhood was completely over, and my glorious high school years began, though the beginning of this era was marked by a little humiliation.

Chapter 7: The Chick Suffers a Burning Calamity, A Phoenix Rising from the Ashes.

Less than a week after school started, I recovered from the pain of losing Aunt Jian. There were two main reasons why this emotional wound healed so quickly. First, I had experienced a similar trauma in my childhood, which gave me a certain mental immunity. Before this trauma struck, I was indeed very afraid, but when it actually happened, I realized it wasn't so bad.

Second, I quickly encountered a painkiller—my first girlfriend. Of course, looking back now, she wasn't a painkiller at all, but rather a poisonous plant; although it could detoxify, it tormented me terribly, almost transforming me completely.

I am full of gratitude towards Aunt Jian because she let me experience the allure of a woman's body. But I really don't want to write much about her—my first girlfriend—"Heartbreak Grass." She's the only woman I've ever truly loathed, and every time I recall her, I feel a growing sense of disgust.

Her name was Xiao Yinmei, two years older than me. She was in her final year of junior high, and I called her Sister Mei. She was quite pretty, very tall, and fashionably dressed, but incredibly promiscuous, famous throughout school for her promiscuity. Her skin was slightly dark, earning her the nickname "Black Beauty."

Just a few days into the semester, she took the initiative to flirt with me. It's easy for a girl to pursue a boy, and teenage boys often have low standards for their ideal woman—as long as she's female and alive, it

's fine. So, I was completely powerless against this pretty girl who threw herself at me, and quickly fell into her web of love, deeply in love with her. At that time, I didn't care that she was promiscuous, that she was dark-skinned, or that she was older or taller than me. Aunt Jian was older and taller than me too, so none of that mattered; I didn't mind. At that time, I only had eyes for her. I looked down on other beautiful women, even finding fault with other girls for not being tall enough, dark-skinned enough, or sexy enough.

When we ate in the cafeteria together, I always paid, picking the most expensive items for her. I would buy her dozens of her favorite snacks from the convenience store at once, letting her eat to her heart's content. I remember saying to her most often, "Sister Mei, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

When I entered university, my dad gave me a savings account with 10,000 yuan in it, telling me to spend it as I pleased, eat whatever I wanted, and ask him for more when it ran out. So I didn't hesitate to spend the money, doing my best to satisfy her, even hoping she would make more requests so I could have more opportunities to spend money on her. Spending money on her was the happiest thing for me back then. (Looking back now, I was such an idiot.)

Two weeks into our relationship, one afternoon she suddenly asked to visit my dorm. I readily agreed, of course.

My dorm room is a single room, and the dorm supervisor isn't very strict. Girls can easily enter the boys' dorm by simply telling the supervisor at the gate, showing their student ID, and registering.

Although the school does crack down on early relationships, who would expect a ninth-grade girl to be dating a seventh-grade boy? When we walk side-by-side on campus, teachers don't say anything; some people might even think we're siblings.

After I led her into my dorm, she casually closed the door and sat on my bed. Actually, there wasn't much to see in the dorm—just a small single iron bed, a desk and chair set, a small cabinet, and a washbasin stand. She patted the bed and told me to sit next to her.

I obediently sat down, and she slowly took my hand. This was the first time we held hands. Her hand was delicate and soft, very warm, completely different from Aunt Jian's. Aunt Jian's touch was sexual, while hers was affection.

I felt a little nervous and a little happy, but no sexual desire. I hadn't felt that way before, and I still didn't. Having been with her for so long, I've never thought about having sex with her, not even about kissing her. I just want to be with her, talking and taking walks, nothing more. I have no ulterior motives, afraid of defiling her. Of course, if she offered herself, I don't think I would object.

Then, she slowly started taking off her clothes, telling me to hurry up and take mine off too. I knew what she wanted to do. Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, facing my beloved goddess, this felt a bit too sudden, making me very shy and unprepared.

I hesitated for a while before finally taking off only my shirt, while she was completely naked, facing me openly. She was slender, not as voluptuous as Aunt Jian, especially her breasts—Aunt Jian's breasts were equivalent to six of hers. But I still thought her body was beautiful, so beautiful that I dared not look directly at her.

She didn't say anything, reaching out to undo my pants. I didn't dare move, trying hard to control my penis, not wanting it to get erect, lest I embarrass myself. But now it seemed this was beyond my control. The moment my pants came down to meet her, blood rushed into my scrotum like a burst dam, making it uncontrollably hard.

I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground, afraid she would despise me for it.

But she didn't seem to dislike me at all; instead, she smiled and said, "Heh, you didn't ejaculate, that's pretty good."

After saying that, she pushed me down onto the bed. I completely lost my ability to think; my heart was pounding with excitement, and my hands were gripping the sheets tightly. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I suddenly heard her cough loudly, followed by a loud "bang" as my dormitory door was kicked open.

Several ninth-grade boys stormed in from outside. (Our school uniforms are different for each grade, making them easy to distinguish. I recognized these ninth-grade boys; they were all delinquents who often bullied younger students.)

Before I could react, they had already surrounded me. I was startled by the sudden appearance of this pack of wolves. I looked at them; each of them was dressed like a gangster. Although they were wearing school uniforms, it couldn't hide their bizarre hairstyles and menacing eyes. I looked at Xiao Yinmei again; she was expressionless, slowly and methodically putting on her clothes.

A boy with a skull necklace around his neck grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, glaring at me and cursing, "Kid, you're asking for it, daring to hit on my girl."

I stared blankly at him. Although I didn't know what a girl was, I guessed it meant girlfriend.

The boy with the skull necklace kicked me hard in the leg and cursed again, "What are you looking at? Looking for death?"

I became frightened and hurriedly said, "Brother, no, I, I, well, she came here herself, she took off her clothes herself, I didn't do anything, brother." I tried to point at her, and at the same time, I heard everyone scoff.

I didn't want to think about anything else now; I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

The skull chain roared again, "Bullshit! Do you think I'm blind? Looking for a beating?!"

I was lying naked on the ground, cowering in fear, my hands covering my head, begging for mercy, "Big brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I won't do it again."

After I said this, I saw his expression relax a bit, as if he had a smug look on his face. He softened his tone and said to me, "So, what do you think we should do about this?"

"I... I won't do it again," I said softly.

The skull chain said, "Is that all?"

I said, "Then, big brother, what do you mean?"

"This is easy. Either you compensate me for my emotional distress, or I'll bleed you a little. You choose." As he spoke, he pulled out a switchblade and fiddled with it in his hand. The

moment I saw the knife, my tense nerves completely collapsed, and I immediately burst into tears, and at the same time, I wet myself in fear.

Those guys were stunned by my spectacular gushing of water, and they all exclaimed in unison, "Holy crap!"

Skull Chain said disdainfully, "What a coward!" Then, he curled his lip and said, "Okay, tomorrow you prepare two thousand yuan for me, and this is the end of it. Otherwise, I'll kill you, got it?"

I nodded repeatedly while wiping away my tears.

"Alright, let's go, don't step in pee. You haven't even grown hair on your penis yet, and you dare to pick up girls? Pfft, hahahaha..."

Through my tears, I saw them walk out one by one, and she was among them, not looking at me again until she left the dormitory.

The next day, I went to the bank and withdrew two thousand yuan, in four installments. I was afraid that withdrawing too much at once would arouse suspicion from the bank staff and cause me trouble. Back in the dormitory, I gave the money to Skull Chain in full.

Actually, their families were quite wealthy, but they spent money extravagantly. The allowance their parents gave them wasn't enough for their frivolous spending, so they conspired to swindle money from younger students. They didn't dare to rob me, fearing students would report them to the teachers, so they used this honey trap. Usually, the boys who fell for it were too ashamed to tell anyone, allowing them to succeed repeatedly.

Two thousand yuan was nothing to me; if she wanted money, I'd give her ten thousand, let alone two thousand. But she chose this method, causing me unbearable emotional pain. I loved her so much, bought her so many delicious things, spent so much money, yet she lied to me, played me, and even made me wet myself in public, losing all face.

I took a sick day, holed up in my dorm and cried my heart out. When I had cried enough, I suddenly remembered my mother's dying words: "Never trust a woman, especially a beautiful one; they are masters of disguise."

Instantly, a wave of regret washed over me. Mom, I'm sorry! It's all my fault for not listening to you. I swear I will never trust any woman again, never!

Another week passed in the blink of an eye. I hadn't seen her since that day, and the pain in my heart had lessened. I guess I'm immune to all pain now.

************

It was another Saturday. According to school rules, we could go home on weekends, but I didn't. Going home would just mean being alone, which wouldn't be interesting.

I aimlessly wandered around the school, looking for an arcade to kill some time and relieve my boredom. Walking through a small alley, I finally spotted a shabby little arcade. It was old, but at least it had games.

Just as I was about to go in, I suddenly heard a girl crying from a corner nearby. Curious, I peeked out and saw a girl and two boys bullying a middle school girl. Judging from their clothes, they looked like petty thugs.

The girl wasn't particularly pretty, but she dressed very fashionably, with heavy makeup, especially her distinctive panda eyes. She wore a tight crop top, a mini skirt, and high heels, and her figure was quite attractive. I couldn't help but stare at those smooth, long, beautiful legs a few more times.

The two men beside her were clearly thugs, with dyed blond hair and cigarettes dangling from their lips, standing slovenly on either side of the panda-faced woman.

And the middle school girl being bullied was none other than Xiao Yinmei! She was sitting on the ground, her clothes disheveled, crying, with a clear red handprint on her face, and her hair was particularly messy, a large clump of it being pulled by the panda-faced woman.

The panda-faced woman was pulling Xiao Yinmei's hair while cursing her, calling her a "slut," a "bitch," and the like. When the panda-faced woman got tired of cursing, during the break, Xiao Yinmei said timidly, "Sister Hong, I didn't know he was your man, and I didn't agree to be with him at the time." As

soon as she finished speaking, the panda-faced woman kicked her in the stomach with a high heel. Physics says that under constant force, the smaller the area of force application, the greater the pressure. Therefore, the thin heel of the high heel amplified the power of this kick. Xiao Yinmei's reaction confirmed this law. She clutched her stomach in agony, lying on the ground struggling, wailing and coughing violently. Her slightly dark face flushed red, then turned purple.

The panda-faced woman, seemingly unsatisfied, kicked her a few more times, then asked the two blond-haired men beside her if they wanted to have sex with her. The two extras immediately nodded and bowed, responding to the panda-faced woman's call and beginning to grope Xiao Yinmei. Meanwhile,

I, who had been watching the spectacle, didn't feel happy about Xiao Yinmei being bullied. On the contrary, I felt a pang of worry for her.

Although she had hurt me, and I had fantasized more than once about her suffering various tragic retributions, seeing her pitiful state now made me feel a pang of pity, and I even considered saving her.

Of course, the thought of saving her was just that—a thought. I knew my own strength; saving her was impossible. Let alone those two blond-haired men, I probably couldn't even beat the panda-faced woman. I'm not as naive as I was when I was a child.

But then again, if I didn't save her, I could only watch helplessly as she was humiliated. My heart began to pound with anxiety for her.

Just as I was at a loss, five people walked out of the arcade, chatting and laughing. I looked closely and saw it was Skull Chain and his gang. Normally, I would have run away at the sight of them, but now I felt like I'd met reliable saviors.

Without hesitation, I ran over to Skull Chain and said, "Um, bro… um… Xiao Yinmei is being bullied, she's over there, you guys should go save her!"

I thought Skull Chain and his gang would quickly rush over, drive away the panda trio, and rescue Xiao Yinmei. However, they disappointed me; they all completely ignored me.

The man with the skull chain glanced at me and said indifferently, "Who are you? Why would I save her? What's in it for me? Get lost."

Seeing them about to leave, I quickly said, "I'll give you two thousand yuan, will you go save her?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. In my haste, I had spoken without thinking.

The man with the skull chain and the others stopped. He looked me over carefully and suddenly realized, "Oh, it's you, the kid who peed his pants in fear. You're quite rich. Fine, if you dare to mess with me, I'll cripple you."

The five of them walked towards Xiao Yinmei, and soon I heard shouts and curses. I ran over to watch the fight. They were wrestling together. The panda girl was quite fierce, kicking three people to the ground with her high heels. Her miniskirt flew up and down, and her black panties were faintly visible.

The Skull Chain group was on the verge of defeat when, at the critical moment, they swiftly drew their switchblades. The moment the gleaming blades appeared, the two blond-haired men froze, then abandoned Panda Girl and fled like rabbits.

The tide of battle turned instantly. Panda Girl dared not move, but continued to curse. The three men who had been kicked down got up, and Panda Girl's cursing gradually subsided. The five members of the Skull Chain pinned her to the ground, stripped her naked, and then gang-raped her. During the gang rape, Panda Girl remained silent, lying on the ground like a corpse. I looked at Panda Girl's naked body, but felt no desire whatsoever; for the first time, I felt disgusted by a woman's naked body.

Afterwards, the Skull Chain asked her if she was convinced. She lowered her head and coldly agreed. The Skull Chain told her to leave two things before leaving. The Panda Girl left a pair of underwear and a bra, tossing them to the Skull Chain, then put on the rest of her clothes and staggered away.

The Skull Chain turned to me and said, "I'll come to your dorm to get the money tomorrow at noon." Then they all left.

Xiao Yinmei was already dressed. She slowly walked to my side, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Xue Tao, did you save me...? Thank you... Thank you... I'm sorry, I, I... You still like me, right?"

She gently pressed against me, and I felt her soft breasts—no, her soft bra. Xiao Yinmei only had a bra, no breasts.

Suddenly, a strong sense of disgust welled up inside me; everything about her disgusted me.

I shoved her to the ground and yelled, "Get away!"

Then I left without looking back. At that moment, my heart felt light and incredibly free. Suddenly, it dawned on me. My worry for her, my desire to save her, wasn't because I still loved her. It was simply a desire to vent my anger. To tell her to "get lost" after she sincerely apologized, and then leave with my head held high—that was what I truly wanted.

After venting that anger, I felt relieved. I had absolutely no feelings for her anymore. My only regret was the two thousand yuan I'd spent. How much money had I wasted on this woman? It was a complete disaster, and a terrible one at that. I vowed never to spend money on women again. I would heed my mother's dying words: I would never trust any woman again, and I would never be hurt by a woman again, especially a beautiful one.

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