[A True Confession of Oedipus Complex]

Those who browse incest novels might harbor a peculiar feeling towards their mothers,
especially those born in the 1980s, and I'm no exception. However, I only have this thought; I lack the opportunity and
courage to act on it. I grew up in a normal family; my father is alive and well, doesn't travel for work, and
isn't the type to go out and fool around. As time passed, I hid,
or rather, transferred, this unrealized, peculiar feeling.
In the dating section, many people post things like wanting to meet mature women or married women.
Actually, you're just looking for excitement with mature women, not having a real need. Of course, I'm referring
to the majority of people!
Sitting in front of the computer, it's 1:30 AM now, and I'm confused. I just read many fictional
incest novels. Physically, I'm not aroused at all; I just yearn for such scenes, but I know it's unrealistic
. What I need is not just physical contact, but more of that special emotion and process.
I never had any other desires for my mother, nor did I ever peek at her bathing or changing clothes.
I felt that was a sin. I would only fantasize about her body when I masturbated, and then return to reality
. This continued until I was 19. Later, perhaps after having a girlfriend and our first physical contact,
my feelings for my mother gradually disappeared. But after spending some time with my girlfriend, I grew tired of
this kind of life. I felt that this wasn't what I wanted. Maybe what I needed was a woman who would take care of me like a mother during the day and
allow me to vent and be affectionate at night. Was that possible? I lost my way again and fell
into deep thought…
After graduating from university, I went to Beihai, Guangxi, alone. In that tourist city, I could meet
friends from different places and had a lot of fun every day. I didn't have to work to earn money; if I ran out, I could just
call home. My original intention for going to Guangxi was to develop my career, but later it became purely for tourism. Actually, I'm not a good
person. When I felt empty, I would call prostitutes, and in the end, it was always just physical satisfaction. My suppressed
feelings for nearly five years were never released. After spending a long time in Guangxi, I felt that daily life was monotonous and dull,
like a machine doing the same things every day. I wanted to go home, but I had spent nearly 100,000 yuan of my family's money.
How could I explain it when I went back? What had I not done? The only thing I could bring home were a few hundred photos of nearby scenic spots.
To be honest, I even thought about suicide. I felt that life had no meaning for me. But for someone like me, putting such thoughts
into action was really difficult. Driven by necessity, when I only had 100 yuan left
, I felt a sense of urgency and was too embarrassed to make any more phone calls. Through
the introduction of the owner of the bar I used to frequent, I found a job at a travel agency as a "customer solicitor." In layman's terms, it was soliciting customers. A
month's salary was equivalent to what I used to spend in one night. These past few months of working were
the lowest point in my 22 years of life. I had never experienced such treatment before, living an inhuman life. Of course, this was only compared to what I had at home
; it was probably much better than what some children in Project Hope were going through.
One sunny morning, I received orders from my superiors that a fellow villager was visiting and I needed to greet her, as it would create
a more intimate atmosphere. I was actually quite willing to go; it had been so long since I'd heard the sounds of my hometown, and I was very
happy. When I arrived at the station and heard the familiar dialect of my hometown, I went up
to greet her with a smile. Unexpectedly, the first person to get off the train was my neighbor, whom I'll call Aunt Wang. Actually, Aunt Wang was visiting
Beihai for a company event. Aunt Wang and my family usually have a good relationship; she often invites
my mother and the others to play mahjong in the evenings. I never expected to run into an acquaintance. My emotions were in complete turmoil, and I didn't know
what to say. Aunt Wang, however, seemed very happy and talked to me…
That evening, after her group returned to their hotel from their sightseeing trip, Aunt Wang called me and asked me to
meet her. I already knew I would receive this call, because my mother must have told Aunt Wang that I
was here, and perhaps even asked her to come and check on my situation. Otherwise, how would she know my phone number?
With a heavy heart, I met Aunt Wang at a teahouse not far from where I was staying. I really didn't
know what to say. I had taken so much money from home and was working here. I
told Aunt Wang everything about my life over the past year and begged her not to tell my mother, otherwise I would be too ashamed to go back.
Aunt Wang also tried to comfort me and gave me a lot of advice. Perhaps because she was an elder, she never gave me a clear answer
… We chatted for a long time at the teahouse, trying to decide whether to tell my mom. Aunt Wang said, "Where are you staying? Let me go see." I
was annoyed by this and quickly said, "No need, I'm fine. It's so late, you're going out tomorrow
, go to sleep early." We remained silent for a while… I knew Aunt Wang was definitely going to
report the situation to my mom. When I arrived at my rented apartment, it was a complete mess. Clothes were basically tangled
together with pants, the socks smelled incredibly tempting, and the blankets seemed never to have been neatly made. Aunt Wang was speechless upon seeing this .
She started tidying up, and I helped. Then I suddenly remembered
there were a few pornographic DVDs in the room, probably wrapped in clothes. Just as I thought of this, Aunt Wang found them
. Feeling dazed and embarrassed, I quickly explained everything to Aunt Wang. The situation was truly indescribable
; you can imagine. Aunt Wang didn't say anything and continued tidying up
, casually placing the DVDs on the computer desk. After a long while… the room was sparkling clean. Aunt Wang checked the time
and told me to go to sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed playing on the computer; perhaps it was too late. Thinking about the messy room, the pornographic
DVDs, and my current situation, I felt uneasy and went to sleep. I don't know what time it was when
I woke up, but I saw a pornographic DVD on the screen, which Aunt Wang was watching intently. My waking up made the atmosphere
very awkward. Aunt Wang immediately turned off the power and whispered, “Go, move closer to bed.” She got into the covers and hugged me
as she slept. It felt like she was restraining me, or perhaps it was a release from the stimulation. It was a sleepless night, and
I only started to feel sleepy in the early morning. Aunt Wang kept holding me close, and from a feeling of being restrained…
The sleep transitioned into a state of blissful enjoyment. I don't know how long I slept, but first Aunt Wang's phone rang. Because I wanted to continue enjoying
this feeling, I didn't wake her; perhaps she had woken up too. Then my phone rang, but I
ignored it. I drifted in and out of sleep, not knowing how long I slept. Aunt Wang didn't change her sleeping position. I turned
my head and stared at her blankly. It seemed like this was the scene I had fantasized about before, feeling both familiar and strange, and happiness
had come too suddenly. My body was a little stiff, and my lower body felt a surge of desire, but I didn't dare move at all, because
I was afraid Aunt Wang would wake up. I just looked at her, enjoying the immense impact this so-called mature woman brought me,
releasing the emotions that had been suppressed for nearly five years. It was truly wonderful. A primal urge compelled me to turn to my side,
placing my hand on Aunt Wang's waist, my lower body pressing between her legs. This position didn't last long.
I couldn't resist any longer. My hand, which was on Aunt Wang's waist, began to wander and caress her buttocks. My other hand
tried to touch her breasts, but she didn't move. I couldn't tell if she was acquiescing or truly asleep. I
just kept moving my hands more and more roughly, eventually reaching her back and unhooking her bra
. My other hand went directly inside her vagina, and my fingers kneaded Aunt Wang's nipples. It
wasn't my first time with women. When my fingers touched her nipples, I found they were hard. Aunt Wang
might really be acquiescing; she probably wasn't asleep. But I didn't dare to make any big movements, so I could only maintain
this position. After a while, Aunt Wang turned over and lay flat next to me, as if as a signal,
making it easier for me to touch her breasts and lower body. My other hand naturally reached for
the buttons of her jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them down to her ankles along with her underwear. Touching her wet genitals, I glanced at Aunt Wang
; she still hadn't opened her eyes. I forcefully pulled back the covers, took off my underwear, and without any foreplay,
pressed myself against Aunt Wang, instinct driving me forward. The moment my penis entered, Aunt Wang only
let out a very soft moan. I was very excited, almost like when I lost my virginity. It probably only lasted about
two minutes before I ejaculated. The emotional release far surpassed the physical pleasure.
I remained on top of her like that, not withdrawing my penis, continuing to savor the moment. Aunt Wang didn't move an inch
, like a dead person, but I could clearly feel her rapid breathing. I really wish
time would stop right now, the earth would stop turning, and Aunt Wang would never open her eyes again, because I really haven't
figured out how to face her in the future, and maybe she feels the same way. About ten minutes later, the boiling blood
flowed to my penis. I didn't rush to thrust, but quietly enjoyed it, freeing one hand to caress her breasts,
slowly making rhythmic up-and-down movements. I could feel Aunt Wang getting aroused, and her vaginal fluids
increased noticeably. I quickened my pace. Aunt Wang remained restrained; in fact, she had orgasmed. The only evidence
was her rapid breathing and the fluid flowing from her lower body. I also enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. The sound of breathing
combined with the creaking of the bed. I couldn't hold back any longer; a powerful gush of semen washed over Aunt Wang's uterus.
At this moment, she let out a soft moan. I plunged down again, pressing myself against Aunt Wang. I don't know how long we slept
, but Aunt Wang pushed me away, went to the bathroom naked from the waist down, and I hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe my penis.
I just sat there on the bed, stunned. After a while, Aunt Wang brought over a basin of water, gestured for me to stand
up, and gently washed my penis, just like my mother used to bathe me when I was a child. I was angry and
embarrassed, but I still enjoyed it. Under Aunt Wang's gentle caresses, my penis became erect again. I
wanted to do it with her again, but just then, Aunt Wang slapped my penis hard, looking like she couldn't accept
this reality. I covered my penis and rolled around on the bed. Aunt Wang ignored me and put on her
clothes. Under these circumstances, I helplessly put on my clothes too. We didn't say a word and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, Aunt Wang spoke, simply saying: "I'm hungry, let's go eat." I felt like a
child who had made a mistake, following behind her. We went to a small shop and ordered a few dishes at random.
We ate without expression, each of us eating our own food. My mind was in turmoil, very complicated. I didn't know what would happen in the future.
To be honest, I made the worst plan. The worst that could happen was that I would die, because I really couldn't imagine
what the consequences would be if my parents found out. Would I still have the face to go home and face my family? How could I face Aunt Wang
's husband? After we finished eating, I followed Aunt Wang to a pharmacy. She bought a box of birth control pills and then
returned to my room. It must have been around 4 PM. Aunt Wang's phone rang again; it was her
colleague calling to ask where she had been that day. Aunt Wang's answer made me feel like things were taking a turn for the better. Maybe she
also wanted to keep this a secret, since such things couldn't be made public.
I don't know how long the silence lasted after that call, but I felt Aunt Wang was watching me, and I didn't
dare look at her. Aunt Wang opened a bottle of mineral water and took the birth control pills she had just bought. "What are your plans for the future?
Go home or stay here?" Aunt Wang asked me this question very seriously. I didn't know how to
answer and said very softly, "I don't know." Aunt Wang stood up: "I'll call you tomorrow. I'm going back to the hotel now
."
Another sleepless night. Alone, I stare blankly at the unplugged monitor, looking at
my reflection. I seem older. Is it maturity, or have I seen through everything, become indifferent, and
lost the will to live? My mind is in turmoil. Morality, desires, future career, how to face life, what the future holds
—these words keep flashing through my mind. Lying in bed, staring at the white ceiling, I feel a
pressure. Perhaps I've truly grown up; some things I must face alone. Before, my parents sheltered me
from the storms of life; now I must rely on myself. They can't be by my side forever. Unconsciously, I open my eyes
. It's dawn. Looking back, it feels like a dream. Another bright, sunny day. My mood seems much better
. I don't want to get out of bed. Am I waiting for a final phone call, or am I unable to face that call?
I drifted off to sleep again, vaguely hearing someone knocking on the door. Without thinking, I knew who it was. It was Aunt Wang. She
came in and saw I was still asleep, but she seemed to be in a much better mood. She said they had gone to the beach in the morning
, and although she had plans for the afternoon, she hadn't gone. She asked what my plans were for the afternoon. Hearing this, my
stress lessened considerably; at least it wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. I got dressed and called my manager.
He gave me a good scolding on the phone. After listening to his rambling, I simply told him: "
I don't want my salary anymore, goodbye." Pretty cool, right? I originally just wanted to call and say goodbye, but I didn't expect him to be
so irritable. Aunt Wang seemed a little puzzled. I took her out, initially intending to take her to some tourist attractions, but
then I thought it wouldn't be good if we ran into her colleagues. So we just strolled around the streets. Aunt Wang seemed to have forgotten
what happened yesterday; we were both very natural. When we got to the mall, Aunt Wang even bought me some clothes. I
was really touched, remembering the times my mother used to take me shopping for clothes. Given our relationship, I still exchanged some
polite words. Later, I used the little over 200 yuan I had to buy Aunt Wang a T-shirt. Aunt Wang
didn't want me to pay, but I insisted on showing off and took out all the money I had. Aunt Wang smiled,
took my hand, and we continued shopping. Later, we also bought some local specialties to take home.
Around 5 pm, we were carrying many bags and bought some convenience foods on the street
before returning to my place. I was very happy today. Perhaps all my assumptions from last night were wrong.
Aunt Wang must have forgiven me; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so natural with me shopping today. Then Aunt Wang asked me
to try on the clothes she bought today. I was a little embarrassed. Aunt Wang stared at me, and I didn't know what she meant
. I had no choice but to change into the clothes in front of a woman of her mother's age. After I put them on, Aunt Wang
looked me over from head to toe. "Not bad, not bad, you look pretty good." Then she took out the t-shirt I bought for her and took it
off in front of me. I stared at her breasts lewdly. Aunt Wang pushed my head away and made me
close my eyes. "Who told you to look?" I was momentarily confused. She was fine just now, why is she
so fierce now? After I put it on, to be honest, I felt really good. It was a silk low-cut t-shirt,
not really that low-cut, but you could see my cleavage if you weren't paying attention. After I changed, Aunt Wang
looked at herself on the monitor and seemed quite satisfied. She smiled at me, then took out some food and started eating.
Strange, this is my house, why am I being so reserved? I wanted to get some bread to eat, but I was too embarrassed to move,
so I just watched Aunt Wang eat. After a while, Aunt Wang said, "Why aren't you eating? You're so dull." Oh, that's when I finally picked up
the bread and started eating.
It was another awkward scene. We just sat there, eating bread and drinking water, neither of us saying a word.
The weight on my heart still hadn't been lifted. To break the silence, I cut straight to the point: "Aunt Wang, that night,
I... I'm really sorry." Aunt Wang turned around abruptly: "Sorry, sorry is enough. Sorry can make up for it
. Just buy a T-shirt and it'll be over." I was once again in a bind: "Then what should I do? I
didn't mean to." Aunt Wang: "Cut off your penis." I got a little angry when I heard that: "I'll cut off my penis, then
you can sew up the hole." Aunt Wang pushed my head away again. I was really angry, so
I went to bed and fell asleep. Just then, Aunt Wang came over, patted my head, and seemed really kind: "Okay, I
was just joking with you, don't be angry anymore. You're such a grown-up now. Auntie doesn't blame you. Actually, I was
wrong that day. Auntie was also upset that day. I don't blame you." Hearing this, I immediately sat up, hugged Aunt Wang, and
cried. I don't know if it was because the emotions I had suppressed for two days were finally released, but I felt a sense of rebirth.
Aunt Wang patted my head and spoke to me like a mother: "This can't be known by a third person, remember?
Auntie doesn't blame you this time, but there can't be a next time." Hearing these words, I felt a little stimulated again.
I acted like a spoiled child in my mother's arms: "Why? No, I want more!" As I said this, I put my hand into Aunt Wang
's breast. Aunt Wang grabbed my penis with one hand: "Try moving again, and I'll squeeze it until it bursts!" She then
squeezed my genitals hard. I had no choice but to reluctantly leave her breast. At that moment, Aunt Wang
seemed to be playing the role of my mother, or perhaps a teacher, earnestly telling me: "
This is a mistake. We can't let it continue. If others accidentally find out about our relationship,
how will I live? How will I face your uncle and my child? When you come home, Auntie will
introduce you to a girlfriend. You're still young, you have a long road ahead of you, Auntie is getting old." Hearing this, I had two
choices: 1. Give up, 2. Seize this opportunity to completely
satisfy my heart, which had been suppressed for so many years. In the end, I chose the latter: Auntie, you... You know, you're not old at all. You're prettier than my mom.
I don't need a girlfriend; I need a mature
woman like you who can take care of me and satisfy my needs. I have a mother complex, but I really don't have the courage to do something like that to my mother. But
since we've already done this, why not continue? It's all fate's arrangement. How can anyone else know about our relationship
? Don't you like me? Wouldn't it be good for you to have another son to take care of you,
Auntie? After that night, I really felt that I couldn't live without you. Auntie, I really need you. Let's
try one more time, okay? Please!! Aunt Wang fell silent, and the hand that had been squeezing my groin lessened.
I naturally placed both hands on her breasts. Aunt Wang stared at me, and at that moment, I felt no guilt whatsoever.
I completely opened my heart, touching the familiar buttons of her jeans. Same old routine, I
took them off completely, inside and out. For the first time, I saw Aunt Wang's lower body so clearly; her lower abdomen was slightly
fleshy, and she was already a little wet. One of Aunt Wang's hands was still on my already erect penis. She seemed
very calm, perhaps struggling internally. I didn't care anymore. I hugged her, reaching behind her back to
unhook her bra—another inside-out action. I wasn't sure if Aunt Wang had truly come to her senses.
I dared not take off my pants, fearing it would ruin everything. I simply stroked my beloved artwork, waiting for her
response. Aunt Wang just stared at me, and I felt her hands begin to move,
stroking my penis back and forth. This perhaps meant that Aunt Wang had accepted the reality. Seizing this opportunity, I turned and pinned her
down, my mouth constantly licking her nipples, my hands struggling to unzip my pants. Aunt Wang sensed
my actions and seemed to struggle again. She seemed truly unable to accept this reality. However,
there's a saying: when rape is unavoidable, you can only enjoy it. This is how I understand it:
when reason and desire contradict each other, many people often succumb to desire.
I pulled down my pants, grabbed my throbbing, red penis, and thrust it towards Aunt Wang's vagina. Aunt Wang
screamed loudly; I didn't know if it was from pain or despair. After I entered her, Aunt Wang
didn't move at all, quietly closing her eyes. Seeing this, I put Aunt Wang's legs on my shoulders
and thrust forward a little more. Aunt Wang's body twitched slightly. My hands kneaded
Aunt Wang's nipples, slowly thrusting in and out. Perhaps I was enjoying the process, afraid yet unable to control myself. Sometimes
I would lower my head and lick her breasts. Aunt Wang... I was surprised that she hadn't made a sound yet.
Had she not let go? Feeling the increased fluid inside her vagina, I increased the speed of my thrusts, my hands constantly
shaking Aunt Wang's breasts. She finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a soft moan. This time, I really didn't
want it to end so quickly. I tried to coordinate my body and control my speed. I wasn't sure if
I would ever have this kind of contact with Aunt Wang again. After Aunt Wang's orgasm, I slowed down the frequency of my thrusts, and
the moaning stopped again. I looked forward to Aunt Wang's next climax. Reaching this point
was really too much. I'm not the kind of person with strong stamina. Thinking of this, I stopped all movement.
To completely conquer her, I had to try to control my time, hoping to achieve my own satisfaction while also
pushing Aunt Wang's physical limits. Perhaps this thought was naive; the longest I'd ever lasted was only
20 minutes.
I pulled my penis out and pressed my entire body against Aunt Wang, kissing her incessantly. When I reached her
lips, she initially resisted, but I persisted, finally managing to force my way in
. Two tongues from different generations intertwined—was it love, or simply the affection of an elder for a younger?
I was excited. I aimed my penis at Aunt Wang's vulva again, and it slid in easily. My tongue
danced in her mouth. I lifted her legs again and thrust forcefully in and out of her
vagina, almost always penetrating deeply and forcefully, though the speed was a little slower. Gradually,
Aunt Wang let out a weak moan again. I knew she was close to climaxing. The increased thrusting was
taking its toll on Aunt Wang, perhaps this was the effect I wanted to achieve. Her cries grew louder, her cheeks flushed
, and soon I felt a lot of fluid flowing from her vagina. I seemed to be getting more and more vigorous, and the frequency of my thrusts
increased. I originally wanted to reach orgasm at the same time as Aunt Wang, but I couldn't control the timing. I didn't
give up. Looking at Aunt Wang's face, her head was shaking incessantly, her cries sounded somewhat desperate, and her lower body
was twitching. I knew she couldn't take it anymore. As a man, I felt a sense of accomplishment at this moment,
a great stimulation to my body. Hundreds of millions of cells rushed out, mixing with Aunt Wang's bodily fluids and flowing out of her vagina, drawing
a perfect conclusion.
I was really tired, panting heavily, and Aunt Wang seemed to be in the same
state. After about 10 minutes, Aunt Wang got up and went to the toilet. A short while later, she
came out with a basin of water, just like last time, and helped me wash my penis. This time I was very careful, afraid she would slap my penis again, so I kept
protecting it with my hands. Aunt Wang glanced at me, then smiled at me. "What's wrong? Scared? Weren't you very fierce just now
?" I panicked. "What am I afraid of?" I loosened my grip and said, "Go ahead and wash it. At worst, I'll get slapped again."
After I got dressed, Aunt Wang tidied up the room and then sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "My
trip ends the day after tomorrow. When I get back, what should I say to your mother?" I scratched my head: "
Just say whatever you want to say, like we made love or something." Aunt Wang got up and
walked towards the door. I went up and hugged her tightly: "Okay, I was just kidding," and then carried her back to the bed. When you get back,
tell my mom I'm doing fine here and that she can rest assured I'll come home for Chinese New Year. Aunt Wang, after hearing this, said, "
What do you mean 'doing fine'? You don't even have money for food tomorrow! You should tell your mom the truth; you can't just
stay here like this and not go home... Okay, I understand. Go back to the hotel first. Tomorrow,
go out with them and take some pictures to show your uncle."
After Aunt Wang left, I played computer games alone. Although I couldn't fall asleep, I felt different—happy and
content. I wasn't worried about tomorrow at all; I might only be able to eat two packs of instant noodles.
I don't know how long I played on the computer, or how much nicotine I inhaled... Tomorrow is a
new beginning. I need to pull myself together and find a new job because I miss my parents. Although I'm broke,
I don't think they'll blame me. I thought of many reasons to comfort myself and decided to
work for another month. I'll go home when I have the money.
I woke up around noon, changed into clean clothes, and went to the bar owner. I explained
my purpose, and this Mr. Zhao, with his impressive QQ account, immediately gave me 300 yuan, doing me a
favor. Damn, at least 10% of my 100,000 yuan was spent at his bar, and now he's giving me 300
yuan? I was a bit embarrassed; I wasn't even sure if I could get a sleeper berth on the train. I smiled at him,
thanked him, and said I'd pay him interest next time we met. Leaving the bar, I took the 300 yuan and had a big meal.
Suddenly, I remembered I had a computer. Selling it would allow me to go home. Thinking of this, I ordered a few more
dishes. Humans are greedy creatures, always looking for a way out. After eating, I went to the arcade for entertainment...
Looking back, I was like a child.
After eating, drinking, playing, and having fun, I went to my place with a computer dealer. In the end,
the computer I'd bought for over 3000 yuan was gone for 1000 yuan. Around 4 pm, I received
a call from Aunt Wang, asking if I was home. She came to my place and saw that I'd sold the computer. She immediately scolded me for being
useless, living off my savings. Looking at the empty room, I didn't know what to say. Then Aunt Wang handed
me an envelope. When I took it, I squeezed it between my fingers—it was at least 8,000 yuan, if not 10,000.
I was so moved that I hugged Aunt Wang tightly. Aunt Wang quickly comforted me: "Why are you
so moved by just a little money? You have to pay me back later, this is a loan." I let go of her hand and
said seriously to Aunt Wang: "Aunt Wang, how are you going to explain this to Uncle? It's impossible to spend so much money while traveling here..."
Aunt Wang said: "It's okay, don't worry, I know what to say. Okay, I have to go now, my flight is tomorrow morning." I
said: "It's still early, it's not even 5 o'clock yet." Aunt Wang said: "I'm going back tonight to play mahjong with my colleagues." I
pouted: "I was hoping to have a last dinner with you in Beihai." Aunt Wang smiled and said to me: "No,
all the colleagues in the company have booked a banquet at the hotel tonight, it's scheduled for 6:30." I said: "It's still early, we
can eat in time, it'll only take 20 minutes at most, it'll be quick." After saying that, I looked at her lecherously. After Aunt Wang realized
I was teasing her, she started hitting and scolding me. Then I put my mouth to hers, and Aunt Wang even hit my back
. I then fiercely... I pinned her to the bed, daring her to continue. "Hey: Aunt Wang's wearing a skirt today? I had
n't noticed!" I thought. So I took off my pants, and through her clothes, I caressed her breasts. My
penis rubbed restlessly against her genitals. Even through her underwear, I could clearly feel the wetness
of her vagina, overflowing with vaginal fluid. I rolled her over, pinning her
on top, and then took off her top. We kissed passionately. This time, I was very satisfied with Aunt Wang's performance.
She wasn't as reserved as before, and proactively took off her underwear, sitting on me, one hand holding
my penis, the other supporting her body. She slowly lowered herself until my penis was fully inside her, then let out
a sigh of relief. I lay below, vigorously shaking Aunt Wang's breasts. Her buttocks rhythmically
swayed against my lower body. It was then that I realized Aunt Wang was actually quite experienced. Aunt Wang's moans
started to become a little rapid, and I seemed to feel the urge to ejaculate. I quickly told Aunt Wang to stop, to stop, that I was almost there.
Aunt Wang ignored me, pressing her hands firmly against my shoulders, preventing me from getting up. I tried hard to reverse the
situation, and Aunt Wang's movements quickened, her moans becoming much louder. I tensed all my muscles,
tightening my anus to its limit, but Aunt Wang still couldn't defeat me. I saw some sticky liquid
flowing from Aunt Wang's vaginal opening. She gasped for breath and then collapsed weakly onto me. Aunt Wang
wanted a quick finish, but humph, not so easy. To be honest, I almost lost just now. After a while, I got up,
lifted Aunt Wang's legs high with both hands, and unleashed a barrage of blows, muttering
, "Hmph, you think it's that easy to defeat me?" Aunt Wang smiled helplessly at me: "Gently, I'm sorry."
Still not enough? "I really have something going on tonight, hurry up and get it done in a few strokes," I said. "Okay, are you ready?
Here I come!" Auntie nodded with her eyes closed. I adjusted my position and raised Auntie Wang's legs
a little higher, preparing to make the final push in the most comfortable position. Looking at Auntie Wang's tightly closed eyes, I gently
pushed forward, and she looked very nervous. I couldn't help but laugh. She opened her eyes, about to scold me, but
at this moment I sped up. Before Auntie Wang could say anything, she was already shaking her head frantically,
saying repeatedly, "Okay, don't, ah, ah!" Hearing such a triumphant sound, my glans went numb, and I
couldn't stop... Auntie Wang got up, cleaned herself up, put on her clothes, and said to me, "Go clean up quickly, I'm
going to the hotel first." I nodded and ignored her, perhaps because I was a little tired. At this moment, Auntie Wang slapped my penis again
, opened the door, and left. 5555555555555 I covered my penis for a long time.
That's all for today's recollections.
Continued: I don't know if everyone has finished reading what I wrote above. My writing isn't very good, and there's a lot of rambling,
but it's a heartfelt outpouring. Except for Aunt Wang's surname, which is fictional,
almost everything else is based on my personal experience. Perhaps only two people in this world can confirm this experience. Aunt Wang,
if you accidentally saw this article, please forgive my presumption. Don't worry, no one knows
who we are. This is a special relationship, a secret, and we will bury it in our coffins.
It's late at night again. My parents are already asleep, and I'm sitting alone at the computer. Only in this kind of atmosphere
can I recall my beautiful memories.
I've never felt this way towards a woman before. For me, women are perhaps just tools for sexual release.
After Aunt Wang left Guangxi, I found myself growing up, maturing, and having an added sense of attachment. I
couldn't distinguish between love and responsibility; perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part with a married woman.
In the days after Aunt Wang left, besides hoping to earn money, all I wanted was to receive a call from her.
I didn't dare call her first, because I was afraid—I didn't know what I was afraid of, I just waited silently. Every time we
talked on the phone, I would say some mushy and flirtatious things to Aunt Wang, while she always maintained her
high-handed attitude as an elder.
With just 10,000 yuan on me, I didn't know what I could do, and I tried my best to control my daily
expenses. A month passed quickly. I took out my purse and did the math: 50 yuan for phone calls,
over 180 yuan for daily living expenses, and maybe another 100 yuan if I didn't quit smoking. If things continued like this, I didn't know
how long I could last.
One afternoon, it felt rather hot. The sun didn't seem very strong, but I felt listless and lethargic
. I wandered the streets alone, like a wounded wolf searching for prey. I didn't know...
After searching for a while, I spotted a tiny shop on the roadside, selling bubble tea.
A "For Sale" sign was posted next to it. I stopped and stood there for a long time, unsure whether to spend two
yuan on a bubble tea or consider taking over the shop. My mind was a bit of a mess. If I hadn't been dressed appropriately,
the shop owner might have really thought I was a beggar. A woman about the same age as Aunt Wang
approached me: "Young man, would you like something to drink?" I casually replied, "How much for this shop?"
The woman became polite, inviting me inside and offering me a bubble tea. "Hmm,
it's not bad," she said with a smile. "Young man, are you looking to take over and do something else, or continue with what I'm doing?" To try and
negotiate a lower price, I said expressionlessly, "Of course, I'd do this. I already have everything; I'm too lazy to buy anything else
."
After a fierce negotiation, we finally settled on a transfer fee of 3,000 yuan, with a monthly
rent of 1,200 yuan, payable in advance for three months. I felt like I was gambling everything; if I lost,
I'd have to go home.
After taking over the shop, I kept the two decent-looking waitresses from before. They
were both from out of town, relatively honest, and we all got along well since we were all young.
Compared to the previous owner, I felt more like their friend than their boss. As our relationship improved, they
treated the shop like their own. Although repeat customers are rare in a tourist city, they treated
every customer with such enthusiasm. After a month, besides paying their wages, rent, and utilities,
I honestly didn't earn much. But at least I had something to do.
In the months I took over the shop, although every day was fulfilling, and sometimes I'd
go to a bar with the two beautiful women after closing time... To be honest, I never had any improper thoughts about either of them. Perhaps it was because we
were on good terms, and I didn't want to hurt them. Coming home at night to an empty room, with nothing
to do but sleep, the thought of calling a prostitute seemed to have been permanently erased from my mind. Was it because I was reluctant to spend the money, or
was it related to Aunt Wang? I couldn't figure it out. I remember one night, I masturbated, thinking about
my intimate encounters with Aunt Wang over those short three days—every process, every detail, every word—
replaying endlessly in my mind.
It's been almost four months since I took over the small shop, and the money in my savings account hasn't increased or decreased. I really miss home.
Perhaps it's a reason to comfort myself, an excuse, but this feeling grows stronger every day.
I remember one sunny afternoon, I rode my bicycle to the market to buy some creamer and hot dogs. Looking at
the clearly visible blue sky and white clouds, a passenger plane broke through the clouds, seemingly carrying my longing back to my hometown. I don't
know where the courage came from, but I took out my phone and called home. The phone rang for a long time, and in my excitement
, I forgot that no one would answer at this hour. Was it just a momentary impulse? My heart struggled. After a moment's hesitation,
I dialed my mother's number and confessed everything to her, except for the matter of having sex with Aunt Wang
. My mother didn't blame me; instead, she comforted me, saying, "100,000 yuan, the family can afford it. You've grown up;
you had the courage to confess these things to your mother. I'm really gratified. Actually, I had already guessed you had problems over there
. Come home, find a job first..." I squatted by the roadside and poured out my heart to my mother until the 30
-odd yuan phone bill was used up. I rode my bicycle back to the shop as fast as I could, called the two young women, closed the door, went out
for a big meal, and told them, "I won't be paying you this month's wages. You can run this shop yourselves from now on.
I've decided to go home tomorrow." I thought they would be happy, but alas... people have feelings. I didn't think that
much at the time, and perhaps I hurt them in some way
. Oh well, I really don't want to talk about parting with the two young women anymore. I miss them now, and I wonder if my little shop is still operating.
The next day, I got up very early, took a taxi straight to the airport, and waited anxiously and excitedly for
more than two hours before finally boarding. The flight attendants were very pretty and enthusiastic, but this was the only time I didn't
pay any attention to them while flying. I found my seat, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Thinking about what would happen in two hours
, I felt a strange urge. The plane took off, carrying my longing step by step towards its destination
.
Back home, seeing the familiar furniture, I forgot to take off my shoes and hurriedly called my mom. She was
surprised, not expecting me to be back so soon. She told me to go to my aunt's for dinner that night, and she'd go straight there after work.
I went into my bedroom, feeling a bit dazed, but my emotions calmed down considerably. I
chatted idly with some bored women on QQ for a while, and soon became drowsy. When I woke up, it was already 5 pm. I still hadn't received a call from my mom.
I went to the balcony and watched the children playing in the neighborhood, smiling blankly. A few moments later, a familiar figure came into
my view, arousing a man's desire. I immediately rushed to the elevator on the 11th floor, waiting. Why
isn't it coming up? Has time stopped? The elevator doors opened, and Aunt Wang stood
there, somewhat startled and bewildered. I rushed in and pressed the button for the 7th floor. Neither of us said a word.
My hands trembled as I took out my keys to open my door, and it took me a few tries before I finally managed to open it. As soon as I entered, I showered Aunt Wang with kisses, like a
hungry wild beast. Aunt Wang pushed me away: "When did you get back?" I didn't answer, but pressed my lips against hers again.
Aunt Wang kept pounding my back: "I'm asking you! When did you get back?" "Just got back!" she said, and then she started tearing
at her clothes. "Rough" wouldn't be an accurate description of my behavior; it was more like me being
affectionate with an elder. Aunt Wang... She stroked my hair, looking at me kindly, letting my mouth linger between her nipples.
While pulling down her pants, she pushed Aunt Wang against the living room sofa, lifting her skirt
to her waist, revealing a pair of red silk transparent panties. Seeing the faintly visible black bush, I felt my
blood boil: "Aunt Wang, it's been months, your taste has changed. You're paying more attention to inner beauty now." Aunt Wang patted
my head: "Little devil, when did you become so slick?" I continued licking Aunt Wang's breasts, pulling her
panties down to her calves, using the sofa to press her body into a V-shape.
Seeing her lower abdomen squeezed into a ball, her entire vulva exposed before me, I
thrust my penis inside. This was a position I had never experienced before. I never expected such penetration to be so thorough;
my whole body felt completely enveloped. Especially the moment of entry, Aunt Wang's moan made
me pull out my penis again, savoring that feeling once more. I cupped
Aunt Wang's face in my hands, my tongue swirling in her mouth, my penis thrusting in and out forcefully. Aunt Wang's moans
were a little muffled, her breathing rapid through her nostrils. Finally, she couldn't help but push my mouth away, gasping for breath.
I smiled foolishly at Aunt Wang, stopping my movements: "Aunt Wang, how about we change positions?" So
I lowered Aunt Wang's legs, rolled her over, and let her sit on me. I
grabbed her breasts tightly, trying to make her wiggle her hips. Aunt Wang probably couldn't take it anymore; she wiggled a few times and then
collapsed onto me. To be honest, although I had some feelings for Aunt Wang, I couldn't treat her like I treated other
women. However, as a man, I didn't want to give her a
chance to recover. I put one arm around her waist and the other towards her anus, my fingers digging into her anus.
I lifted her body up, my lower body thrusting violently in sync with my hands. Aunt Wang
clung tightly to my back, making hoarse sounds, whether from pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell. Both of us
were sweating profusely. Aunt Wang's fingers left deep marks on my back. Perhaps
the pleasure in my mind suppressed the pain in my back; the deeper my penis penetrated, the deeper the marks became. I was deeply intoxicated by
this atmosphere of love and pain. The semen that had been accumulating inside me for months erupted powerfully,
spurting into the depths of Aunt Wang's uterus. Aunt Wang bit my shoulder, and neither of us could calm down for a long time.
I leaned back softly on the sofa, my hands stroking her back. Aunt Wang still held me tightly,
biting my shoulder. My penis gradually shrank, slowly sliding out of Aunt Wang's vagina along with her fluids. However,
I kept my eyes closed, continuing to savor the moment. Although I had ejaculated, I still felt unsatisfied, wanting
to do it ten or eight more times, but my body wouldn't allow it. For the first time, I experienced
the feeling of wanting to but not being able to. Using this position, my hands slid towards Aunt Wang's genitals, trying to quickly regain
my senses, my fingers rubbing against her labia. After a while, I felt a little better. Aunt Wang suddenly sat up, checked
the time, and quickly put on her clothes: "Okay, I have to go upstairs." I
said reluctantly, "Let's play one more time." Aunt Wang made a slapping motion towards my penis, and I covered it. Oh well
... there was nothing I could do. Aunt Wang glanced through the peephole, opened the door, and ran out as fast as she could. Looking at my slightly
erect penis, wet and with traces of fluid left on the sofa, I was deeply intoxicated
.
The next day at noon, while I was still asleep, I received a call from Aunt Wang: "I'm so
scared thinking about yesterday. You really can't do this anymore. It'll be discovered sooner or later." Hearing Aunt Wang's words, my heart
sank: "Auntie, I don't understand what you mean. You don't like me anymore? You hate me?" Aunt Wang didn't
speak, and we fell silent again on the phone. The only sound was the roar of a car engine on the other end.
I didn't know what words to use to salvage the situation, so I just silently awaited her final verdict. After a while, Aunt Wang
simply said softly: "Anyway, you can't do this anymore. I'm going back to the company now," and then hung up
.
Honestly, I've never experienced heartbreak before, perhaps I've never truly been in love, never felt
that kind of pain.
After receiving Aunt Wang's call, I felt abandoned. I don't know if it could be
described as heartbreak, but now I clearly know it wasn't love, just a need—
a need to satisfy my Oedipus complex. But I still can't figure out what Aunt Wang is thinking. Women her age
should have strong sexual needs, so why can't she resolve that inner conflict? Yesterday afternoon, I might have
acted impulsively. Thinking about it from Aunt Wang's perspective, I feel a bit scared. Thinking about this, I can't help but
regret my actions yesterday.
In the following days, I didn't feel like looking for work.
I stayed home idly, only standing on the balcony every afternoon at 5 pm, waiting for a familiar figure. When Aunt Wang walked into the complex, she would always
subconsciously look towards my balcony. When she saw me, she always had a panicked expression. I
had already calmed down, not wanting to put too much pressure on Aunt Wang. Every day, I just looked at her with longing eyes
, wondering if she noticed my gaze.
Two weeks passed, and I didn't receive another call from Aunt Wang. I felt a sense of despair. I waited at home
for two weeks, and spent those two weeks feeling depressed; I couldn't take it anymore. One morning, I got up early. My parents were very
happy and asked what my plans were for the day. I said I was going to the job market. After my parents finished washing up and left,
I took a shower, changed into what I thought was my best outfit, and went out.
I really wanted to see Aunt Wang's balcony, but the sun was shining so brightly on me that I couldn't stand it.
Walking alone on the familiar streets, I looked around like a madman, and it seemed that only now did I truly feel like I
was home. It felt so pleasant; more than a year of independent living had ended, and I was back in my parents' arms.
Entering the job market, I saw many people my age earnestly studying job postings at the entrance,
seemingly reluctant to pay the 5 yuan entrance fee. I thought to myself, "These people are fools; what's the point of just looking?" So I
bought a ticket and went in. As soon as I entered, a group of middle-aged women surrounded me. Damn it
, who would fall for these people's tricks these days? I completely ignored them and went straight to the recruitment
counter of an advertising company. A young woman there warmly invited me to sit down and talk. She looked about my age, but seemed exceptionally
mature. I was intimidated by her presence and felt very passive during my self-introduction. Moreover, I...
I had no work experience, but the lady was still very enthusiastic and asked me to leave my phone number and wait for a call. Thinking about
how I'd been back for two weeks and hadn't changed my SIM card, I left a landline number. The
lady smiled and asked if there was a number that could reach me directly. I smiled awkwardly; this number could reach
me directly. Afterwards, I went to a few more companies, but all I could get to was a wait-for-a-call. Leaving the job market, I found a
small mobile phone shop, randomly picked out a SIM card, and called my mom to tell her about my
terrible experience that morning. My mom comforted me, telling me not to give up and to take it slow. The rest of the time was spent wandering alone.
On the street, my sense of smell prompted me to check the time; it was already past noon. Seeing the McDonald's across the street, I
walked over without thinking. I wasn't usually interested in fast food. I went in, ordered some random things,
and found a quiet corner to enjoy my lunch. Almost everyone eating there was a white-collar worker; some were
reading newspapers, others were on the phone. It reminded me of Aunt Wang. Perhaps she was eating in a similar atmosphere right now
. I really missed her, so I boldly dialed her number: "Hello, have you eaten?" The
other end was quiet: "I'm eating now. You're not home today? I called your house, but no one answered.
Where did you go?" Knowing that Aunt Wang had called me, I really regretted going out today.
But at least I answered the phone relatively quickly. I said excitedly: "Really? What's up?" There
was a moment of silence on the other end: "Oh, nothing. Why did you call?" Ah… My excitement
didn't last long. A little embarrassed, I said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice." "Then
come over," she said, "I'll wait for you at xxxxxx." I dropped the food I was holding, hailed a taxi, and rushed to my destination.
From afar, I saw Aunt Wang looking around. I followed her for several blocks into an old house
. The layout was similar to my place in Guangxi: a single room, a toilet, and
a small kitchen. Aunt Wang left a key on the table: "I'll come over to rest at noon from now on. Okay,
I should go back to work." After Aunt Wang left, I carefully looked around the house. Although it was a bit old,
it was quite clean. Aunt Wang had cleaned the simple furniture spotless;
it felt like a small home. Lying in bed, I felt a sense of anticipation for tomorrow. My penis involuntarily hardened.
Back home in the afternoon, I waited for Aunt Wang's return on the balcony. When she finally appeared
, she glanced at our balcony as usual. I smiled foolishly at her, but she didn't respond and
quickly walked towards the elevator. I continued to stare blankly at the scenery around the neighborhood. That evening, my parents came home to find me in
much better spirits, which pleased them. They encouraged me, and I chimed in, saying, "It's okay,
I'll try again tomorrow." The next day, I got up early and went out with my mother. Unexpectedly, we ran into 　　Aunt Wang and her husband
in the elevator. Aunt Wang, as expected, was very friendly; she chatted warmly with my mother and asked when I 　　was back. I was quite excited by her outfit: a dark gray short dress, 　　a thin layer of foundation on her face, and a faint fragrance. I wondered what lay beneath that dress, but 　　the suspense would be revealed at noon. 　　 After parting ways with my mother, I went straight to that old house because I couldn't think of anywhere else 　　to go; perhaps I simply wasn't in the mood for anything else. I lay on the bed, took off all my 　　clothes, and smoked one cigarette after another, my eyes fixed on the door, hoping for Aunt Wang's arrival. 　　 I don't know how much time passed, or how many times I fell asleep. My head was spinning. I checked the time; it 　　was almost midnight. Aunt Wang was probably already on her way. Excited, I lit another cigarette. Time ticked by, and 　　thinking about Aunt Wang's appearance that morning, my heart raced. I couldn't tell if I was excited by Aunt Wang's naked body 　　or if the feeling of being abandoned had finally disappeared. Ten minutes passed, and the second ten minutes were almost over, but 　　Aunt Wang still hadn't appeared. I started to get anxious, tossing and turning restlessly. A moment later, I heard the door open, 　　and Aunt Wang came in carrying KFC. Seeing me lying on the bed, she quickly closed the door. I jumped off the bed and 　　hugged Aunt Wang tightly, lifting my skirt up to my waist and kneading her bottom vigorously: "I thought you 　　didn't want me anymore!" Aunt Wang patted my head and said gently, "Okay, okay, let me put the things down." 　　 Then I lay back down on the bed, looking at her with lustful eyes. Aunt Wang put the food on the bedside table, shrugged 　　, and slid her dress all the way down to her feet, smiling as she said, "Is that enough?" I shook my head. 　　Aunt Wang took off her bra again, turned around in front of me, and leaned against her thong. To be honest, it was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it 　　. I pulled Aunt Wang onto the bed, stroked her sexy panties, and pressed my head 　　against her chest: "Aunt Wang, do you know how hard these past two weeks have been for me? How could you be so heartless?" Aunt Wang 　　stroked my head: "Do you really like having sex with Auntie?" Actually, Auntie also feels very happy when we do it, but 　　I'm always afraid of being found out. That time you pulled me down from the elevator, I was really scared afterwards. You 　　mustn't do that again. I hummed in agreement and continued to enjoy it, like being in my mother's arms, occasionally sucking on 　　her nipple. Aunt Wang took out a chicken leg and told me to sit up and eat something. I reached for it, but Aunt Wang 　　slapped my hand away: "You're so unhygienic!" She then held the chicken leg to my mouth. To be honest, I 　　had no appetite at all, but I still took a bite. Then Aunt Wang also took a bite and looked at me... 　　She smiled sweetly, and I touched my penis: "Auntie, I'm really hard down there, come sit on me and feed me." After saying 　　that, I got up, pulled down Aunt Wang's panties, and sat back on the edge of the bed, one hand on my penis. Aunt Wang got up 　　, holding a chicken leg in one hand and her other hand on my shoulder, and carefully sat down: "Is that better now?" Aunt Wang 　　rolled her eyes at me, then brought the chicken leg to my mouth again. We ate it like that, one bite at a time, 　　a feeling of happiness washing over me. My penis was tightly enveloped by Aunt Wang's body, warm and comforting. I had no 　　desire to thrust, and my arms were wrapped around Aunt Wang's waist. Then Aunt Wang put down the chicken leg: "Do you want more?"

I shook my head, gazing at her tenderly. Aunt Wang seemed a little embarrassed, resting her head
on my shoulder. Her buttocks moved slowly against my lower body, her breasts rubbing against my chest. I closed my eyes, fully savoring
the pleasure. I was holding my lover; we were truly making love, not just having
intercourse.
Aunt Wang's pace was slow, emitting pleasurable moans. Perhaps this was the kind of sex she
needed. This reminded me of my previous violent attacks on her lower body, and I deeply regretted it. In the future
, I should cherish her more, instead of causing my beloved woman pain for the sake of some so-called male sense of accomplishment
. Aunt Wang's movements quickened slightly, her arms tightly embracing my body. My hands
caressed her back, trying to help her reach her climax. As Aunt Wang's last moan faded,
all movement ceased. I felt her body was very hot, pressed tightly against me, her breath hot against my ear. A few minutes later
, Aunt Wang gave me a sweet kiss and slowly wiggled her hips. I gestured for her to lie on her side
, and she obediently lay down on the bed, a little uneasy. I rolled over behind her, guided my penis
, and slowly inserted it. Aunt Wang curled her legs to cooperate with my penetration, letting out a soft moan. I placed one hand
on her breast and gently moved in and out of Aunt Wang's vagina. I could feel that she had relaxed, and
her moans sounded exceptionally peaceful and pleasurable. I enjoyed it too, no longer harboring the wicked thoughts I used to have. Everything
seemed so calm. I kissed Aunt Wang's neck, my hand roaming between her breasts.
The passion of before was gone, replaced by understanding. It was the first time in my life that I experienced true sex,
a combination of sex and love, not just a boring mechanical action. A few minutes later, I naturally ejaculated, without
lingering over the so-called time. I felt very relaxed, and this pleasure was no less intense than vigorous thrusting. After resting for a while, I took
Aunt Wang to the bathroom. It was the first time we'd faced each other so openly, so relaxed, washing each other
's bodies. I felt like I'd matured a lot in that moment.
The next day, I went to the place where I'd met Aunt Wang as usual. I remember that day clearly; we didn't
do anything, just held each other tightly in bed for two hours. A subtle change had occurred within me.
This aunt seemed to have become my only woman, the woman I deeply loved. I no longer felt the same attachment to her as before. Was it love? It
was somewhat unbelievable; how could such a relationship happen to me? Had I lost my Oedipus complex
? But at the same time, I felt I couldn't live without Aunt Wang. I had an impulse to elope with her. Was that possible?
Would Aunt Wang agree? I thought about it for a long time. When I woke up, Aunt Wang had already left. I lay there alone for a while before going
home.
In the days that followed, I maintained this relationship with Aunt Wang, and of course, it remains so now.
Through my mother's introduction, I found a job. However, I still went to rest with Aunt Wang every noon.
My physical attraction to her seemed to have lessened; it was more about kissing and hugging. Looking back now, Aunt Wang
should be considered my first love—I don't know if I should add the word "lover."
During this time, Aunt Wang advised me several times to find a girlfriend, but I always said to her, "
Don't you like me anymore?" Aunt Wang would always give me a deep kiss when she heard this.
There's a saying in Buddhist scriptures: "When you pursue happiness, you are also pursuing a series of sufferings." Perhaps I'm currently
in such a state of bittersweet pleasure. I don't know how long this will continue. Do I want to be free,
or do I hope it continues? I'll leave it to fate!
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