True or False

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It's best not to discuss the truth or falsehood of the events, as that would defeat the purpose of the article. I'm writing in a first-person narrative style, which better reflects the article's characteristics and the chronological order of events. The events I'm writing about all happened between the ages of fourteen or fifteen and my early twenties. I didn't pay much attention to those events back then, perhaps because I was too young. It wasn't until after experiencing many things myself that I recalled those events and realized how things were!

The protagonist of these stories is my mother. In the early 1980s, I was still quite young, around thirteen or fourteen. Living conditions weren't very good then; many families still ate coarse grains, relying on monthly rations from grain stores. But the spring breeze of opening up and reform had begun, and life was changing every day… At that time, my mother was the head of a unit, a business-oriented unit where profit was the top priority! My mother wasn't very old then; in my memory, she was around forty-seven or forty-eight. My mother herself was a beautiful woman with a great figure and skin. She was a capable woman with an excellent reputation. There was never any gossip about her. This was also due to my father, who was a leader in his unit, very authoritative and capable. He was a man with an excellent reputation both at work and in life. My father was about seven or eight years older than my mother. At that time, the prevailing trend was openness and revitalization, with various ways to make money and profit. There were few private enterprises or large individual businesses; only state-owned units existed. This was in the North. The South was much more open, with a mix of private and individual businesses everywhere. There were fewer strict checks and balances then. This describes the situation in the South; the North was relatively more conservative. The openness and revitalization at that time led to my father's mishandling of his unit's operations, resulting in some serious problems and negative impacts. To mitigate the negative effects, my father had to retire before reaching retirement age. My father was a very shrewd businessman, a fact widely acknowledged in our area. So, after my father retired, my mother's superiors repeatedly approached us, asking my father to return and help manage her unit. After many such incidents, my father reluctantly went to my mother's workplace to help with the business operations. This resulted in my parents being frequently away from home, leaving only my older sister, brother, and me living there. My brother was already married and living in a side room, while my sister was only a few years older than me. I was just starting junior high school at the time, and I would go to my mother's workplace for lunch every day. I would also go there for dinner after school before going home. After my father went to my mother's workplace, her superiors sent a middle-aged manager from a large factory to assist her. I was only fourteen or fifteen years old then and didn't care about many things; playing was my main activity. As the youngest in the family, I was quite spoiled and became even more mischievous. This is why I'm writing this article; although I was young then, I wasn't oblivious. I noticed many things that seem abnormal to me now, which has been a source of unease and inner conflict for me. Now, let me talk about my mother. She is a very beautiful woman with a great figure and skin. This isn't just a random statement; it's true. My mother was also very capable; otherwise, she wouldn't have been the head of a unit. She could drink half a jin (250ml) of liquor without a problem, and only felt slightly tipsy after eight liang (400ml). She was very tactful, so she had a good reputation, which was crucial in that era. Reputation was basically a person's bottom line; few dared to disregard their reputation. The middle-aged man who was sent down to the unit was also a very capable man, a fact my father recognized after working with him for a while. He was highly capable, talented, and not bad-looking. So, my parents worked with him.

Back then, my parents rarely came home, but they weren't completely isolated. My mother would come home for a night almost every few days. And because of her busy work schedule, she also frequently went out. I remember the longest she ever went out was a month. The rest of the time, she was gone for a week or two. I often argued with my parents back then, because I was spoiled and would deliberately act out to prevent my mother from going out. But because of their work, my parents didn't pay much attention to their child's feelings. This was the situation back then. Around that time, I vaguely noticed many inappropriate things happening. Because I was young, I didn't pay much attention. But looking back now, I realize what happened. I remember once when my mom was going out, she would come home to pack her clothes. I was mischievous and a bit greedy, so when my mom wasn't around, I would rummage through her bag. I always thought she would hide some food... but I never found any. Even though I knew it was wrong to rummage through other people's bags, I would carefully put them back in their original state so my mom wouldn't notice. But I did find condoms in her bag, wrapped in toilet paper. You wouldn't see them unless you opened the toilet paper. But because I was just curious, I didn't care too much, and of course, I didn't tell anyone.

Later, I also discovered that my mom would come home every time she finished her period. Of course, I found out about these things at my mom's workplace; after all, I'm her son, and she doesn't really hide these things from me. And back then, when my mom had her period, it wasn't like now with sanitary napkins; she used a lot of toilet paper. Every time she went to the toilet, she'd tear off a lot of toilet paper, and that's how I knew she was having her period. Of course, I didn't know much about periods, I just knew that my mom would come home every time she had her period. And every time she came back, it was that man who had been sent down from the countryside who would bring her back. My dad rarely came back at night; even when he did, it was mostly during the day, just to pick up some things and leave. My mom always came home very late, sometimes after my sister was asleep, and only when I was still playing. Back then, people didn't have much entertainment at night. Around eight or nine o'clock, no one was around anymore. And the nights were so dark back then, you could hardly see each other unless you bumped into each other on the other side. You could say that even if someone was walking, you might bump into each other if you didn't hear their voice. Of course, you couldn't see who the other person was either. Back then, a flashlight was like a household appliance, like in Zhao Benshan's skit. Not every family had one. And every time the man brought my mom back, he would stay at home for a while, sometimes half an hour or an hour. Of course, at this time, we would just sit at home and chat. The problem arose every time my mother saw him off, the mode of transportation back then was a bicycle. Each time my mother took him out, it would take about half an hour, and I would often get impatient waiting at home. At that time, we lived in a long alley, with three alley entrances every fifty meters or so, not directly opposite each other. As long as you didn't show your face at one alley entrance, people passing by at the other alley entrances wouldn't see you. It was quite secluded. And because it was dark at night, even if someone was walking, they would often make a lot of noise to avoid bumping into each other. One time, my mother took him out and didn't come back for a long time. I mustered up my courage and went out to look for her. I walked carefully in the dark, staying close to the wall, afraid of tripping or bumping into someone, so I didn't make any noise. When I got to the entrance of those alleys, I was stuck. I didn't know which alley I was in, so I just stood there and tried to figure it out. That's when I heard some very faint sounds. I was curious, so I slowly walked over and peeked into the alley where the sounds were coming from. I could only vaguely see figures. I saw two people hugging, but I didn't know what they were doing. Because I couldn't see clearly, I didn't look closer and went back. I didn't find my mother there, so I had to go back. After waiting for a while, my mother came back. I told her that I had gone to look for her but couldn't find her. My mother asked me where I had looked, and I told her the name of an alley entrance. My mother looked at me and said, "I didn't go through that alley entrance." Then she added, "Don't look for her anymore. I was talking to my uncle. I'll be back when I'm done." At the time, I didn't quite understand what was going on, so I didn't think much of it. Looking back now, I think the blurry figure I saw was my mother and that man. They were probably kissing, but I couldn't see clearly. Later, my mother came back again and went to see that man off. I waited for a while, but he didn't return, so I went out to look for her again. Because it was dark, just like last time, I didn't make a sound. When I got to the alley entrance, I heard sounds again. This time, I carefully went over and crouched down to look inside. This time I saw my mother, although not very clearly, but I could still hear her moans. But I didn't know what they were doing because I couldn't see clearly; I could only hear my mother's moans and soft slapping sounds. At the time, I still didn't know what they were doing.

I watched for a while but couldn't figure anything out, so I quietly left. Looking back now, I guess they were having sex. Later I found out that my mother wasn't wearing an IUD, she hadn't worn one, which is why I found a condom. Because they were gone for so long, having sex without a condom is very dangerous. I'd seen this kind of thing many times before, but I never thought it was sex between a man and a woman. And my mother and that man's sex was never discovered by anyone else. I never heard anyone talking about them behind their backs. Later, they both retired. My mother was probably fifty-five then, and that man retired early. After retiring, he often came to my house to play mahjong. At that time, not many people knew how to play mahjong, so a few of their good friends often came to my house to play mahjong. That man was also my family's best friend, and I often went to his house to play. Sometimes I would find my mother there, but no one else was home. That man's wife always worked, so she wasn't home during the day. Once, I went to his house. He never locked the door when someone was home, but that time the front door was locked. I knocked for a while, but no one answered, so I went to the back door and knocked. That's when the man finally opened it for me. When I went inside, I found my mother in his house… Because he already knew it was me when he opened the door, when I entered, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa wearing only a shirt. Back then, women's pants had side closures, and women would always button them up. I noticed that the side closure of my mother's pants wasn't buttoned… And if you looked closely, it seemed like she wasn't wearing underwear or anything, because all I could see was my mother's skin. Now I know she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I didn't think much of it at the time. After sitting for a while, my mother said, "You can go now, I'll be leaving soon too." Hearing my mother say that, I left, without thinking much of it.

I only realized this after my father passed away from a sudden illness. I was in my early twenties then, and my mother was almost sixty. One afternoon, I was at home. The sky was overcast, threatening rain, and the wind was howling outside, though not very strong. That man came to my house and asked where my mother was. I said she was playing mahjong at someone else's house. He said to go find her and bring her back, saying that playing mahjong all the time was bad for her health. I went out and brought my mother back. We chatted for a while, and my mother said, "Go out and have some fun, don't stay home all the time, or you'll get sick." Actually, I'm not one to sit still, unlike what my mother said. But since my mother said so, I didn't think much of it and went out to play… I don't know what happened that day, but none of my friends were home, and because of the overcast and windy weather, I didn't feel like wandering around outside and went home. But when I got home, I found the front door locked. This is very rare in my house; we almost never lock the door during the day because someone is home. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that the man's bicycle was still in the yard. I knew something was wrong. Because I'm older now, I'm more sensitive to these things. I quickly jumped over the wall, making sure not to make a sound, and I wanted to see what would happen. So, after jumping in, I crouched down and went to the window to peek inside… and what I saw made me realize why I'd noticed those strange things all these years!

I saw that the two of them were completely naked inside, and there was a basin of water on the floor. Our kang (heated brick bed) was right under the window, and because it was a cloudy and windy day, it wasn't very bright outside, so I wasn't too worried about being seen. I just watched them carefully. My mother was squatting on the floor, and the man was half-reclined on the sofa. My mother was kneeling in front of his penis, giving him oral sex. That's when I was truly shocked, because my mother is sacred to me. But seeing this scene… I couldn't describe my feelings. I wanted to see something more exciting, but I also thought, what is this all about? I was filled with anger and helplessness, yet I didn't want to miss this scene. A mix of conflicting emotions, excitement and agitation, and my penis was incredibly hard! I watched my mother suckle the man's penis, from a soft erection to a large, erect one. Then the two of them got onto the kang (heated brick bed), and the window was right there, practically in front of me. I watched the man on top of my mother, suckling her breasts, one hand kneading the other. I heard the man say, "After all these years, your nipples have remained so pale, it looks good, and your breasts aren't very soft." My mother replied, "Of course, I'm very confident in my body." Then the man spread my mother's legs, and I, standing outside the window, could see her genitals clearly. I looked at her pubic area—light pubic hair, small labia. The color of her vulva was also very pale. Because my mother is very fair-skinned, that area appeared very pale; even though she was almost sixty, she still looked very clean. I watched as the man knelt down on my mother's genitals. Because his head was blocking the view, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew he was licking her vulva. My mother's expression was one of furrowed brows, as if she was both uncomfortable and enjoying it. Then I heard her moan softly… The man only licked for a short while before straddling my mother. At this point, I saw that my mother's vulva was glistening, and her labia were swollen. Her vulva was even split open. I watched as the man rubbed the head of his penis against her vagina and then it went in with a soft "plop." Then the two of them started having sex, and the penis was going in and out of my mother's vagina right in front of me. I watched my mother and that man having sex, and at that point, I was beyond angry because my penis was rock hard. I kept masturbating outside the window. The feeling was indescribable. Watching my mother being fucked by a man, and hearing my mother's moans, it sounded like a demonic sound. I quickly masturbated, but after a slight pause, my penis was rock hard again, so I could only watch them having sex and masturbate again. At this moment, I also noticed that the man was thrusting rapidly, and I knew he was about to ejaculate. I watched him finish, then lie on top of my mother's body, one hand kneading my mother's breasts, asking my mother if it was good... I knew they were done, so I quickly half-squatted out of the window and climbed over the wall. I wandered outside for a while before returning home with that image still lingering in my mind. The man had already left. Seeing all this, I noticed my mother's face and realized it was indeed flushed from sex. I suddenly remembered that when I was little, she always had that same flush after bringing this man home. This private matter has always been buried deep within me. Because she's my mother, I can't tell anyone I know about it. But I've been thinking about it, so I decided to post about it on this forum to let my fellow forum members know. I know they won't take it seriously. And this is a way for me to release some inner pressure by posting this on a sex forum.

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