[The Track of Sound] Episode 1

This is a city steeped in the cultural heritage of six dynasties. My father is from this city, while my mother
came from the countryside. Therefore, I wasn't born with a city household registration. My father had been to prison and
was thirty-eight when he was released. He was the eldest of five siblings
. Except for the youngest, the fifth child, they all married and had children before him. So, less than a year later, he married my mother,
a girl who had just come from the countryside and hadn't seen much of the world; she was only nineteen. It was clear my father was eager
to carry on the family line. When my father was forty, my mother was twenty, and I was one year old. That was January 1991. 　　In 1998, I started primary school
. Because I didn't have a household registration, I had to pay a sponsorship fee. My family didn't have much money, and my parents weren't very capable, so they could only sell breakfast in the mornings and 　　rent out 　　the largest room in our small apartment . At first, I slept in the small room with my parents, but I often heard strange noises at night. First, it sounded 　　like my parents weren't sleeping and were chatting. "Hmm, hmm, our son is next to us, he'll be woken up. Ah, hands, hands, don't 　　go in. You're pinching my breasts, it hurts. Be gentle." "Hmm, hmm." "Mom, what's wrong with your breathing? It sounds like you can't breathe. 　　" "Hey." It's okay. He's asleep. Just don't call out. Or I'll gag you with my underwear. Come here! If you resist, 　　I'll make you beg for mercy and I won't let you go. Put your hand over and massage my penis. Good baby, only when you're obedient will your husband 　　like you. Yes, massage slowly, gently pinch the head of my penis." Why is Dad breathing heavily too? They both seem 　　to be moving their bodies. Mom often makes a sound like "ah," "hmm," or "comfortable." Dad doesn't say anything, but it sounds 　　like he's kissing something, and there's a constant "tug-tug" sound. Suddenly, I heard, "No, don't lick down there. No, no, 　　um..." What was going on? It sounded like Mom was shaking her body violently. "Don't lick what? I taught you." "Please, my 　　good husband, ah, come and fuck me, don't lick my little cunt anymore, I can't take it anymore. Um..." "Don't make a sound! 　　Do you want to wake our son up? Pout like that. Hehe, I just like to tease you." "Ugh," "Um," "Um," 　　"Um." After a while, I could hear Mom making ugh and umm sounds, but she didn't utter a single word. After a while, the bed started creaking 　　and shaking. "Ugh," "Ah," "Ha," "Um," "Um," it sounded like she was panting with her lips pursed, sometimes breathing heavily 　　, and it seemed like she was breathing heavily. They were still stuck together, either Dad was on top of Mom, or 　　Mom was on top of Dad. Sometimes they weren't wearing clothes, sometimes they were, sometimes they weren't covered by a blanket, sometimes they were covered by a blanket, 　　but the only thing they had in common was that they were all restless when they were stuck together. They kept moving around, even 　　shaking the bed. Occasionally, I'd hear my mom whisper, "It's no use, I'm dying, ah, ah," followed by increasingly 　　rapid movements. Then, with one "ah," it would stop. My parents, lying together, would gradually calm down. After they 　　relaxed, they'd look at me, usually waking me up. But I was scared, so I kept my eyes closed. They'd 　　give each other a kiss and then go to sleep separately. However, I didn't always pretend to be asleep with my eyes closed. If they kept disturbing me too much 　　, I'd ask them, "What time is it?" or turn over. My parents knew this wasn't a solution, 　　but thankfully, although we lived in an apartment building, we were on the first floor. They used the kitchen as my room and built a brick room outside 　　to serve as the kitchen. Later, when I was in second grade, I slept in this room, which was originally the kitchen. It 　　was more like a living room, connected to my parents' small room, separated only by a wooden door. I had my own 　　little bed. But the nights were still restless… 　　Let me introduce my mom first. Twenty-seven. She's about 1.6 meters tall and weighs approximately 55 kilograms. 　　She's not fat, but she has D-cup breasts and a full bottom. Her hair isn't long or short, but it's very pretty. She has 　　thick thighs and thin calves, and I rarely see her wearing stockings or high heels; she mostly wears trousers. When I was little, I 　　didn't understand whether her legs were pretty or not, but my dad definitely liked them because at home he always put his hands on my mom 　　's thighs, and even if she pushed them away, he'd put them back on after a while. "People at the door say my mom and I look 　　alike. She has thick lips, and so do I. She has a high nose, and so do I. She has big eyes, and so 　　do I. The difference is that she has a mole under her eye and on the lower left corner of her lip, which I don't have. 　　When I was little, my mom always took me to the bathhouse. When it got cold, she would take me to the women's bathhouse. Because I was so young, no 　　one cared if there was a little boy in the women's bathhouse. Some of the older women even came to tease me, touching my penis. 　　I was scared and clung to my mom, staying quietly beside her. My mom, however, didn't seem to care and laughed and joked with the older women. 　　I didn't like taking baths when I was little. My mom would hold me down so I wouldn't run away, and I would play with my mom's body. 　　My mom would just focus on washing me. I would touch my mom's breasts, and then pinch her nipple, looking at the dark gray 　　nipple and saying, 'Mommy's dirty, all black.' My mom would chuckle." "It's not dirty, it's just black. You can 　　wash it for Mommy if you don't believe me." "Okay." Mommy lathered her breasts with soap, and I rubbed and 　　pinched her nipples with my little hands. Her breasts swayed, and my two little hands couldn't grasp one breast because it was so slippery. 　　My hands kept falling into the deep cleavage. Mommy blushed but didn't stop me. After washing for a while, it 　　was still black, so I gave up. "Is it really this color, Mommy, Mommy?" Mommy was washing 　　other parts of her body. I saw her washing her private parts. She didn't even hear me calling her. I was curious and 　　wanted to wash it for Mommy, but I was afraid of getting it dirty. I just watched her. Mommy put her fingers in, and for a moment her fingers disappeared, 　　then I saw them again. My mother stopped washing when she saw me, her expression a little dazed. But soon she 　　woke me up and wanted me to wash again, so I quickly ran away… My mother had lived in the city for eight or nine years 　　and spoke fluent Mandarin. Her voice was high-pitched and very feminine. Many neighbors came over every day to eat 　　breakfast made by us, especially in the summer. Perhaps they wanted to see my mother bend down to bring them breakfast 　　. 　　I slept very well that night because I hadn't heard my parents making noise in the next room the night before. 　　I was only eight years old and in second grade; I didn't understand sex, I only knew that the noise was bothersome and kept me from sleeping well. 　　Just as I was sleeping soundly, I felt some movement again—a "slap slap slap" sound. This was probably the night…

Around four o'clock, they got up around five to start preparing the breakfast they were selling. They hadn't closed the wooden door, so the noise was very
clear and loud; even after closing it, it was still audible. Oh my god! I was stuck in bed again, unsure whether to
sleep or not. I wasn't even sleeping next to them, yet they were even more brazen than before. Their bed
creaked and shook violently. There were frequent loud "slap" sounds. Each time there was a slap, I heard my mother's
voice grow louder, "Ah!" "Oh!" Sometimes I could hear their kissing sounds—heavy breathing
and squeaking noises. Sometimes they would talk, and even though I was very young and still conscious, I could hear it clearly and
it always startled me. "Little slut, Daddy's fucking you so good!" "Fuck me to death, dear Daddy, your daughter is going to be fucked to death
!" My dad's movements became even more vigorous, riding on top of my mom and making rapid piston-like movements. "Gently, Daddy, it hurts,
this slutty daughter can't take it anymore. Stop! Stop! No!" "No! Ah!" "I'm dying, no! Daddy!" "Daddy!" Mom's
voice suddenly became very loud. I could feel her breathing. Her speech was also intermittent. Daddy stopped too. He was
kissing Mom, making many pinching sounds. He was calling out to Mom's breasts because Mom said it hurt. She asked him to be gentler. Daddy
saw that her breathing was even. "Ah!" Daddy didn't continue thrusting into Mom. Instead, he pulled his penis out of Mom's vagina
. "Come on, slutty daughter, stick your ass up, let's doggy style." "Bad daddy," he said,
but I heard Mom's body adjusting. "Stand up, yes, legs up, hands on top, ass up,
good." Yes. Hmm. "Hmm." "Ah." Gently grab my butt, Daddy, ah, fuck me, fuck my daddy. Ah, gently
, fuck, you're ruining your daughter." The sound of flesh hitting flesh and "slap slap" sounded like Mom was being slapped twice? "Slutty daughter,
should I be hit? Will you still listen to me, call me Daddy?" "Daddy, good Daddy. Daughter will listen, listen, ah." Hmm, so good, so
good. Panting, the sound of the bed shaking, Mom's moans. They had completely forgotten about me, the speed was getting
faster and faster, Mom was moaning more and more. "Ah, no, I'm exhausted, I can't stand up, no, don't press my butt, ah,
ah, no. I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Ah..." "Oh! Oh! I'll shoot you to death... Oh!" She stopped moving,
the sound of the bed shaking was gone. But there were heavy panting sounds, men's and women's, Daddy's and Mommy's. A while
later. "Slutty daughter, come and eat my cock." Without saying a word, he took the slightly smelly cock out of her own vagina and
stuffed it into her mouth. Mom was probably a little afraid of Dad. Because Mom didn't resist, I soon heard a sucking
sound. "Ah," "Good daughter, use your tongue well," "Yes," "Circling around the head of my penis, ah," "Good daughter. Good. Comfortable.
" Dad breathed heavily and spoke heavily. I heard the bed shaking again, and Mom made "hmm hmm
" sounds, feeling a little uncomfortable. Dad was probably using Mom's mouth to fuck her again, "Oh," "Coming, coming," "Hmm! Hmm!
Hmm! Good," "Don't let it out, ah," "Let me see," "Yes, good daughter, swallow it. Swallow it for me"...
After that, I heard them cleaning up. I heard Dad getting dressed again. Mom put on her shoes and was about to get out of bed.
I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Mom probably came over to look at me. Because she clearly paused for a moment in front of my bed. Then she
turned around and went to the toilet. This is how I saw her back, her full buttocks and what looked like hand shadows. Even from behind,
I could see her breasts swaying. But she went into the toilet. I'm going to close my eyes and sleep a little longer.

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