Impressions of Mother in Her Youth

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Hao (when he was 13), "Dinner's ready, hurry back..." While I was happily playing a game of five levels with other kids in the alley, my mother peeked out from the doorway and called, "

Mom, wait a minute! We're about to win!" My friends and I were using leaping attacks to take down the opposing team one by one from the checkpoints. Soon, we wiped them out, and everyone scattered to their homes. I came home covered in dirt and saw my mother, sweating profusely, carrying dishes to the dining room. She told me to take a bath. I asked her, "Where do I take a bath?" Our house is a two-story Chinese-style building, forming an inverted U-shape with the house of our neighbor, Uncle Zheng (about 60 years old). Each house is on one side of the U-shape. The first floor is in the middle of the U-shape. It's a covered kitchen. The second floor has balconies facing each other, very close to each other, less than three meters apart, and their bottom edges are even connected. At the end of each balcony is a bathroom. There's also a bathroom next to the kitchen on the first floor, next to which is a storage room for gas cylinders. The building is long and deep; to get from the front yard, you have to go through the living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom to reach the storage room. Mom replied that I could shower on the first floor, so I ran into the bathroom next to the kitchen, quickly took off my clothes, turned on the hot water tap, and waited for the water to heat up before running out to get a drink. I was almost thirsty after playing all afternoon. Then I heard Mom say in front of the stove next to the bathroom, "Why is the gas running out so fast?" The gas was almost gone. I turned my head and saw the stove fire getting smaller and smaller. Then Mom turned the stove switch all the way down, extinguishing the fire, and looked at me, saying, "Hurry up and go take a shower. It's so hot. She'll take a shower later too. She'll call the gas first." So I went into the bathroom and started scooping up hot water to shower. After a while, I saw Mom walking towards me through the bathroom door. The bathroom door was an old-fashioned one, with a semi-transparent frosted glass upper part and a wooden board lower part. Next to the sink, there was a large window on the wall leading to the gas cylinder storage room. Usually, to prevent the bathroom from getting damp, we would leave a crack about 20 centimeters wide for ventilation. Mom had already taken off her clothes and came in wearing only her underwear. Mom was about 39 years old at the time. She was about 161 cm tall, with a bust of about 34 inches and hips of about 38 inches—a very standard female figure. I saw that she was only wearing underwear and stared at her bra and breasts with a bit of lust. I was being mischievous and splashed water everywhere, getting my mother very wet, including her underwear. After I finished washing, I said I was going out to watch TV. She told me to wait at the bathroom door for a moment, and then she started to take off her bra and underwear, telling me to take her underwear to the drain outside to wash. So I took her clothes and kicked the bathroom door back, but I didn't kick hard enough; the door only lightly hit the threshold. I went back to the living room and turned on the TV. My favorite cartoon, The Naughty Panther, was about to start.

Just as I started watching TV, the doorbell rang. I pushed open the screen door to the living room and asked who it was. A burly voice said, "Gas cylinder delivery guy." Since this wasn't the first time I'd opened the door for a gas cylinder delivery, I went straight to the yard to open the door and then let him in through the screen door. A strong, muscular young man with a menacing expression carried the gas cylinder in. I recognized him; this wasn't the first time he'd delivered gas cylinders to my house. I didn't like him, so I just watched TV and ignored him. The burly man went straight through the dining room, kitchen, and bathroom to the storage room. I was watching The Naughty Panther, laughing so hard I was practically swooning, and had completely forgotten about the gas delivery. I don't know how much time had passed when I heard my mom calling me. I rushed over, and there was the gas delivery man looking at me with a cold smile. My mom said in a trembling voice from the bathroom, "Ah-hao, take him to the upstairs balcony first. Our water heater seems to be having some problems. Mom asked him to check it for us while he's at it." I agreed and ran upstairs without looking back. The delivery man quickly followed me upstairs, and I heard him say, "Ah-hao, from now on, I'll..." "Come on, go downstairs and watch TV first," I said, and ran downstairs again. Just then, I saw Mom come out of the bathroom. She was covering her lower body with a wet towel, her breasts were exposed, and there was soap in her hair. I said to her, "Mom, there's soap in your hair!" She trembled and said, "It's okay, Mom knows." I said, "Why are you trembling? What happened?" Mom gave a bitter smile, sighed, and said, "Go watch TV." I watched Mom throw the wet towel into the bucket to wash herself, then walk upstairs completely naked. I felt very puzzled, but I still ran back to the living room to watch TV. I continued watching cartoons when I heard the sound of a bed moving upstairs, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground. I thought to myself, since Mom is upstairs, I don't need to go up. Around seven o'clock, I saw the gas worker walk into the living room with a cheerful expression, open the screen door, and leave. Soon after, Mom came down to the dining room. I heard her pour herself a glass of water and drink it, so I went over to the dining room and told her I was hungry. Mom was wrapped in a large bath towel, and her hair was messy. She said, "Ah Hao, Mom hasn't finished washing her hair yet. Wait for me a bit." I said, "Okay, then I'll go back to watching TV."

Just then, Mom stopped me. She said, "Ah Hao, don't tell your father about what happened today." I asked what happened, "The gas cylinder thing?" Mom shook her head. I asked again, "The water heater thing?" Mom nodded. She said the water heater had been checked and wasn't broken. I asked Mom, "Then why did something make a sound like it was falling on the floor?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "That's because I accidentally dropped my purse when I was paying for the gas." I said okay and ran back to the living room. Later, in my memory, whenever that worker came to our house to replace the gas cylinder, he would go upstairs to check the water heater, and Mom would always go up with him. But I wasn't allowed to go with him. Mom said that checking the water heater was dangerous, and I could easily get electrocuted. I actually believed that! One day, I was taking a nap upstairs when I heard a creaking sound coming from my mother's bed. My parents' room was separated from mine by a wooden partition that only went up to about 20 centimeters from the ceiling. This woke me up. I heard the gas delivery man say, "I've missed you so much! I'm so glad you called for gas! I thought you weren't going to call us anymore!" Then I heard my mother coldly say, "Enough talk, hurry up and do it, or my son will wake up and things will get out of control." As soon as she finished speaking, I heard the delivery man kiss my mother's voice—a voice I'd heard my father kiss my mother before. Then I heard the rhythmic slapping sound of two mounds of flesh colliding, a series of "slap...slap...slap" sounds that lasted for several minutes. My mother was constantly moaning, occasionally letting out soft "ouch" sounds. I found it strange, so I carefully got out of bed and walked barefoot to my mother's room. The door wasn't closed, and I peeked through the crack. I saw my mother's legs spread apart, being lifted high by the worker. The worker had large buttocks that were constantly swaying back and forth, producing the rhythmic slapping sounds. My mother's moans rose and fell in sync with the worker's movements. After a while, the worker suddenly sped up his movements, then let out a cry and stopped moving, before collapsing onto my mother. I saw... My mother forcefully pushed the worker to the other side of the bed, her legs spread wide. I could see her breasts swaying, and her dark pubic hair and labia below her navel. While cursing the worker, she said, "How long are you going to bother me?" She then took a towel and wiped the worker's penis clean. Afterward, she stood up, pulled the bath towel from the bed, and wrapped it around herself. By then, the worker had already stood up and was getting dressed. I quickly tiptoed back to bed and pretended to be asleep. Soon, the worker and my mother were standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor. I heard the sound of them kissing passionately, and then I heard my mother say impatiently, "Why don't you just leave already?" The worker said, "You better behave yourself, or your son will be in trouble."

I heard my mother quietly walk to my bedside. I turned my head to the side and pretended to be asleep. My mother stood there for a few seconds and then left the room. She went to the balcony on the second floor, and I heard the sound of the bamboo pole she was using to collect clothes clanging together. Then I heard the bathroom door open outside the balcony, and my mother turned on the tap. I guessed that my mother was going to take a shower, so I quietly left the room and moved to the balcony. At this time, my mother was completely naked, collecting clothes. She had already thrown the bath towel into the railing next to the bathroom, preparing to change. Then she folded the collected clothes into a pile and put them on the balcony. She took a small towel and went into the bathroom. The bathroom door was not only not closed, but also wide open. I was wondering about this when I noticed someone on the opposite balcony. It was our landlord, Uncle Zheng. He was hiding alone next to a sheet that he had hung on a bamboo pole in his house, using the sheet to cover his body, and then he was peeking into our bathroom. My mother was humming a song. Then the sound of water stopped, and I heard hands washing hair. After a while, my mother started scooping water to rinse her hair (we didn't have a showerhead back then). I saw that half of my mother's buttocks were sticking out of the bathroom door. She must have been bending over while rinsing her hair. I turned my head and saw that Uncle Zheng was already standing in front of the sheet, holding his glasses and staring intently at my mother's naked back and buttocks. My mother washed her hair for almost ten minutes, during which Uncle Zheng didn't move at all. It wasn't until my mother put the ladle on the ground and took a towel to wrap her hair that Uncle Zheng immediately retreated behind the sheet. Not long after, my mother started taking a bath. She was humming a song. After about five minutes, she took a basin, filled it with water, put it on the ground, and squatted down. I saw that her buttocks were slightly sticking out of the bathroom door. She was washing her vulva and buttocks with one hand, and water was spraying everywhere. I had seen my mother wash her buttocks like this when I was a child. I saw Uncle Zheng holding onto the railing with one hand and stepping on the edge of the balcony with the other, standing high up watching my mother wash her buttocks. After about two minutes of showering, Mom stood up, cleaned the bathroom, and then walked naked back to the balcony. She grabbed a new towel, wrapped it around herself, and went back to her room. Of course, I had already sneaked back to my room and pretended to be asleep. Uncle Zheng from next door went back to his room on the second floor while Mom was cleaning the bathroom. At this point, I noticed Mom had a tendency to expose her body. As a first-year junior high student, my classmates often passed around pornographic magazines, and I had a great interest in women's bodies. I was also just starting puberty, and I had already grown a few hairs down there. I used to think that any woman who was naked in front of others was one of the women in those magazines. I never imagined that today I would find Mom completely naked on the balcony taking in clothes, opening the bathroom door to wash her hair and shower, allowing Uncle Zheng next door to view her like a woman from a pornographic magazine. Coupled with the scene of the gas delivery worker having sex with Mom in bed, I began to see Mom as a woman from a pornographic magazine, and I started paying attention to her conversations with any man. Later discoveries shocked me, and gradually I became numb, eventually becoming indifferent.

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