Newlywed mothers in rural areas in the early 1980s

Although May is traditionally a time for labor, things weren't busy at all in the countryside. The whole village, young and old, came to my father's wedding. It was mostly eating, drinking, and laughter, and of course, the usual rural customs like carrying the dowry.

After dinner, the village women helped clean up and then everyone dispersed to go home and do their chores. I went with my second aunt to her house, leaving the bed for my newlywed parents.

My second aunt's house was next door; they had two beds—one for my second uncle and aunt, and one for my cousin, separated only by a worn bamboo mat. My sister is five years older than me, thirteen this year, and very pretty. I shared a bed with her, while my second uncle and aunt shared another.

Around nine o'clock, my second uncle and aunt went to bed, and my sister and I, bored, also got into bed. I was naked when I got in. It was a bit hot, and there was only a sheet on the bed. My sister was only wearing a thin floral panty, her upper body bare, her two breasts pointed and quite pretty. I kept staring at her chest, while she stared at my penis. Neither of us said a word.

After a while, a "chirping" sound came from the other side of the mat. I was curious and wanted to turn around to see what was going on, but my sister quickly pulled me back, put her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, and then carefully pulled me off the bed. She looked at the hole in the old bamboo mat, and I looked at the hole in the mat in front of me. When I saw it, my eyes widened immediately. I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't, my breathing became rapid, my whole body started to heat up, and my penis involuntarily hardened.

Moonlight shone from the roof tiles onto the bed opposite the mat, and I could clearly see my second uncle on top of my second aunt, straight back and forth, his hands constantly kneading my second aunt's large white breasts. My aunt gritted her teeth, frowned, and moved her arms up and down on my uncle's buttocks. The "squeak, squeak" sound was the sound of the two moving up and down on the bed.

I turned to look at my sister, only to find her staring intently, one hand rubbing her breasts, the other moving between her legs. I realized that my sister's underwear was gone, and she was naked like me. For a moment, my mind went blank.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..." The sound pulled me back to reality. I noticed that my sister's eyes were wide open, and her mouth was open, breathing in and out. But the sound wasn't hers; it was my aunt's voice: "Oh...oh...hmm..." I understood. I quickly looked through the hole in the old mat and saw that my uncle was lying there, and my aunt was straddling him, moving back and forth. Her mouth was slightly open, one hand rubbing her large white breasts, the other pressing against my uncle's chest, her head shaking occasionally.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." As Uncle's buttocks lifted slightly, Aunt's large white breasts swayed upwards, bouncing up and down, while she made "oh...mmm..." sounds.

"Oh...mmm...mmm..." Uncle kept lifting his buttocks, and Aunt kept moaning. Perhaps feeling tired, Aunt got up and lay down next to Uncle. I saw that the nipples on Aunt's large white breasts were dark red, or perhaps dark black, it was hard to tell; her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, her legs and buttocks were as white, fleshy but not very fat, and the pubic hair between her legs was wet, some pointing upwards, some downwards, and some parted to the left and right, a bit messy, but all parted from the vulva outwards, probably related to the fact that they were having sex. I wonder if Aunt's pubic hair usually parted outwards, revealing her entire wet, slightly dark vulva?

At this moment, Uncle knelt on the bed, spread Aunt's legs wide apart, lifted her buttocks slightly, and with a thrust of his hips, he inserted his penis with a "plop." I then realized that my second uncle's penis was about fourteen or fifteen centimeters long and about four centimeters in diameter, much larger than my small penis, which was only eight or nine centimeters long.

My second uncle held my second aunt's buttocks with his hands and thrust in and out, accompanied by "plop, plop" sounds and my second aunt's soft "mmm" moans.

"Plop...plop..."

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Squeak...squeak..."

With my second uncle's thrusting, a clear liquid flowed from my second aunt's vagina. I didn't know what it was called, was it vaginal fluid? The vaginal fluid soaked a large area of the bed sheet, but it continued to flow with my second uncle's thrusting.

"Mmm...mmm...harder... harder..." My second aunt kept moaning, and with her moans, my second uncle thrust even harder. As my second uncle thrust vigorously, the vaginal fluid flowed more and more rapidly, and my second aunt cried out louder and louder: "Oh...oh...so good...harder...fuck me harder...fuck...fuck...fuck me harder...oh...oh...oh...so good...so good..." Unfortunately, after about three minutes of rapid thrusting, my second uncle let out an "oh" and stopped moving, lying on my second aunt's stomach, panting heavily. My second aunt gritted her teeth and pushed my second uncle, but he rolled over and lay motionless beside her.

My second aunt sighed, took a towel from under the pillow and wiped my second uncle's shrunken penis, then wiped her own genitals.

Soon my second uncle fell asleep, and my second aunt put on a t-shirt and got out of bed to go out. My sister quickly pulled me back onto the bed, and I climbed up after her. I immediately heard the door open. I turned around and saw that it was my second aunt who had gone out, but what was she doing out so late? She was only wearing a t-shirt, nothing underneath, and the t-shirt was a bit too big; a third of her breasts were visible at the neckline, and it just covered her buttocks. It was white, the kind my second uncle usually wore, but he usually wore underwear, right?

My second aunt went out like that? I looked at my sister; she seemed unconcerned. I knew this wasn't the first time my second aunt had dressed like this. I'd never really paid attention to these things before; I'd have to be more careful next time. Lost in thought, I was jolted awake by my sister's actions. After seeing my second aunt leave, she lay face down on the bed, playing with my penis while grabbing my hand to rub her nipples. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my mouth went dry.

Looking at my sister's slightly wet, slightly hairy vagina, I couldn't resist pressing my lips to it. A strange taste—fragrant, sweet, salty—was indescribable. My sister trembled slightly the moment my lips touched hers, and I felt my penis enveloped in something warm. I couldn't help but tremble a few times too. I knew it was my sister's mouth. I was in ecstasy, a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was indescribable, like floating on air.

At the same time, I felt my sister's vagina open a little, and some fluid was flowing out. I also felt that her vaginal fluid was becoming increasingly fragrant and sweet, and I unconsciously stuck out my tongue to lick it. My sister started trembling uncontrollably, while simultaneously using her mouth to stroke my penis up and down.

Soon, I felt my whole body trembling violently, and my head was a little dizzy. My penis seemed to be urinating, releasing fluid, but it felt like nothing was being released, just a burst of energy. At the same time, my sister was also trembling violently, and she was pressing her vagina hard against my mouth. Suddenly, a large amount of fluid flowed into my mouth, wetting my entire mouth, but it felt incredibly good.

After a while, my sister stopped moving, and I felt like I had no strength left. I lay there for a few minutes, then felt like I had regained my strength. I nudged my sister, and she got up, put on a shirt that belonged to my second aunt, and told me to get up. I quickly put on my clothes, and my sister carefully led me out the door. Just as I was about to ask where we were going, I saw my sister carefully crouching outside the wall of my house. Curious, I also went over and peeked through the crack in the wall. I saw my dad and my new mom doing the same thing that my second uncle and aunt had done earlier, except that my dad was thrusting slowly and gently, and my mom was moaning, "Gently...gently...it hurts..."

(II)

The light was still on inside, although it was a kerosene lamp, but it was still clear enough to see clearly. My new mom's red nipples, full white breasts, and shiny black pubic hair were wet with vaginal fluid, but they were all pointing downwards, and were neater and less messy than my second aunt's. Her tightly furrowed brows, open mouth, and slightly messy hair, and her hands supporting my father's thighs, seemed to be trying to stop his thrusting but were powerless.

With each thrust of my father, my new mom's head would lift up, "Ah...um...ah...um..." wave after wave, her two breasts bouncing like big white rabbits.

As time passed, the new mother's moans gradually changed: "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her body straightened up, and she tightly hugged the father's neck with both hands. The father lifted the new mother's buttocks with both hands, and his thrusts became faster and faster. Soon, the mother's body began to tremble, her head tilted back and swayed back and forth, and she kept chanting: "Mmm...I'm going to fly...oh...I'm coming...oh...coming...oh oh oh...coming...coming...harder...oh..." At this moment, the father picked the mother up completely, knelt on the bed, and thrust hard. I could clearly see the vaginal fluid flowing continuously from under the mother's buttocks, flowing down the father's legs onto the bed, and some dripping directly from under the mother's buttocks onto the bed.

"Slap slap slap slap slap..." The father thrust in and out relentlessly, the mother's body stiffening against him, her arms gripping his back tightly, her legs clamping around his waist. "Ah... um... um... um..." she gasped, while the father continued to thrust his hips forward, his own breath coming in gasps. "Slap

slap slap..." The mother collapsed onto the bed, seemingly powerless. The father spread her legs wide and thrust in and out with force. With each powerful thrust, the mother shook her head, screaming "Ah ah!" Her hands gripped the pillowcase tightly, then flailed, trying to push the father away, but his rhythm was too fast, so she quickly lowered her hands and clutched the pillowcase again.

"Ah... ah..." The mother's cries were loud, perhaps she herself didn't realize they carried far.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Slap slap slap..."

Suddenly, Father stood up, his hands gripping Mother's buttocks. Mother's body went limp. "Slap slap slap..." Father thrust in and out for another two minutes, then suddenly thrust his hips forward, letting out a loud "Ah!" and trembling uncontrollably. Mother also cried out "Ah ah ah!" for a full minute before Father put Mother down. As his penis withdrew, I could clearly see that my new mother's vulva was red, wide open, and constantly flowing with yellowish-white semen, which also had some small bubbles. It was very attractive and beautiful, much clearer than my second aunt's. At this moment, my sister tugged at me, signaling that it was time to leave. I reluctantly and carefully went back to my second aunt's house.

When my sister and I got back to bed, I remembered that my second aunt had gone out. I got out of bed and looked at the other side of the mat, finding that my second uncle was still fast asleep, and my second aunt had not returned yet. I quietly got into bed and hugged my naked sister, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

I don't know how much time had passed, but my sister was already asleep when I heard my second aunt return. I quietly got out of bed and looked at the other side of the bamboo mat. I noticed that my aunt's hair was a bit messy. I lit the kerosene lamp and saw that she was standing naked by the bed, her legs spread open, her vulva wide open. Although her labia were light black, her entire vulva was a little red and swollen, and her pubic hair was even more disheveled. Yellowish-white semen was constantly flowing from her vagina.

My aunt stood there with her legs spread, letting the semen flow from her vagina and drip onto the ground, her vagina opening and closing as if breathing. I looked up from her vulva and saw some light marks on her slightly protruding lower abdomen, I didn't know how they formed; looking further up, there were also marks on her slightly sagging breasts, a little red, a stark contrast to her white breasts, her nipples still hard, like two peanuts atop her tender white breasts.

After about ten minutes, I noticed that there was still a little semen flowing from my aunt's vagina, and there was already a large puddle on the ground. I didn't know what that meant, but now that I think about it, it must have been the amount of three or four men! And it was the kind of semen that comes out in large quantities, not the small amount that comes out twice a day. If that's the case, then where did my aunt go? And how many men did she have sex with at the same time to produce that much semen? I couldn't imagine.

Perhaps my aunt felt she had finished, so she fetched a basin of water, wiped her whole body with a towel, tidied her messy hair, poured out the water, blew out the lamp, and went to bed naked. I also quietly went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Looking at my naked sister, I kept thinking how beautiful a woman's body was. So I would gently pinch my sister's breasts, then spread her legs, stick my head between her legs, and carefully examine her vulva repeatedly until I was too tired to fall asleep.

The next morning, my aunt woke me up early, we ate breakfast, and went to school. I was still drowsy when I got to the classroom, but when I saw our teacher, Ms. Lin, on the podium, my spirits immediately lifted. Our school has five classes, each with one teacher, teaching from introductory classes to elementary school graduation. Chinese, math, moral education, physical education, music, and labor are all taught by the same teacher.

Our teacher, Ms. Lin, isn't a formal teacher at our school, but she has close ties to it. Her father used to be our school's principal and is now the vice principal of the central primary school in the township. Her mother is still a teacher at our school, her brother is a university graduate, and she also has a university degree, albeit a self-taught one. She's about 1.6 meters tall, just returned from working in Guangdong, fashionable, around 26 or 27, voluptuous, a mature woman, and still unmarried.

Well, someone like her, born into a scholarly family, with good financial conditions, never lacking food or clothing, and worldly-wise, wouldn't be interested in rural men. Plus, with her height, figure, and looks, she desperately wanted to marry into the city. But back then, city people were also arrogant and looked down on those from the countryside, so she was still unmarried at 26 or 27.

She's the only unmarried woman in our whole village. Before, she had my stepmother to keep her company, but now she's all alone. But even so, no one says anything, because who in the countryside has the right to criticize her? They're ashamed of themselves, they can't compare! Look, she just went out to work and came back so soon, she's unhappy! She came back to teach, taking over her mother's job. Her clothes were something the rural people had never seen or even imagined.

Today, the sun was high in the sky, already blazing hot by 8 a.m. Teacher Lin had her hair up, revealing her fair and slender neck. After last night's sex education from my uncle, aunt, sister, and parents, I realized I'd grown up overnight. For example, seeing Teacher Lin's fair and slender neck now, I really wanted to bite it, kiss it, and smell it… Then I looked at her top—a vest, yes, a super short vest, a little longer than a bra. It wasn't the usual black and white vest; it was pink with a wrinkled surface, incredibly elastic, as if the entire fabric was wrinkled. Pulling it would smooth out the wrinkles, making them quite large, and loosening it would wrinkle them back up. Two straps, each about two fingers wide, hung on her shoulders, with only a small hand's width across her back, leaving the rest of her fair skin exposed to the air.

Half of her high, full breasts were exposed, with only about ten centimeters below them. The sides were also wide open, revealing her thick armpit hair even without raising her arms, and the white, tender flesh of her breasts was visible from the sides when she raised her arms. Most strikingly, she wasn't wearing a bra or padding, so the entire outline of her breasts and nipples were clearly visible. It was only after last night's exploration that I could see so clearly and realize how sexy my teacher was. She had worn similar clothes before, but I didn't understand and didn't think much of it. Now I realize how alluring Teacher Lin is.

Because the vest was very short, only about ten centimeters from her breasts, her entire white, smooth belly was also exposed, all the way down to her pelvis. She wore a very low-cut, very short skirt, made of the same slightly wrinkled material as the vest. The skirt was only about thirty centimeters long, revealing her buttocks from the back, her round, pert bottom, and her pelvis visible in the front, with two pubic hairs peeking out from under the skirt.

Her long, slender, white legs were completely exposed. With each lift of her leg, I could see her white, transparent panties underneath her skirt, and a dark clump—I knew it was pubic hair. The most shocking thing was that Ms. Lin was wearing briefs. I don't know if they were too small or what, but they were very small and narrow. When she sat down, I could clearly see the elastic band, as if her panties were half-undone, and the fabric in the middle was also very narrow.

After Ms. Lin stood up and sat down several times, I noticed that the fabric in the middle of her transparent white panties had actually rolled up and was digging into her vulva. Her thick, dark pubic hair and full labia were clearly visible. Of course, other students wouldn't easily notice this, because I was sitting in the first row, right in the middle. I only noticed it through under the teacher's desk. There was only a foot-wide gap between me and the desk, with drawers on both sides and wooden boards blocking the view. The people behind me were blocked by my body. Of course, if someone turned slightly away from me, they could see it too, but the teacher would notice if they weren't paying attention and were looking around—that would mean standing at the podium.

(III)

The teacher's sexiness, her voluptuousness, and her boldness broadened my horizons, like discovering a new continent; the visual impact on me was immense. Looking back now, the teacher was definitely the most avant-garde, fashionable, and open type. I was completely captivated by her body, and class after class passed in a daze. The teacher noticed my absent-mindedness, assuming it was due to the influence of my parents' marriage. She offered a few words of guidance, and it passed. She didn't know that my inability to concentrate was entirely due to her exposure. Of course, I wouldn't say anything, and could only accept her assumption. It was still early when I got home from school in the afternoon; the sun was still high in the sky. As soon as I entered the house, I heard the bed creaking incessantly, along with my parents' panting and my mother constantly calling, "Don't come! Xiao Zi is coming back!" Xiao Zi is my nickname.

"It's okay, it might be a little while," my father said dismissively.

"But...but I...I think I heard him coming back," my mother said between breaths. "It

's okay, we'll talk about it when he gets back," my father said nonchalantly.

"But...but..." "Don't say anything, it's okay."

Hearing their conversation, I pretended not to hear, pushed open the door and went in, calling out, "Dad, Mom, I'm back!" I saw my dad thrusting hard, his legs spread wide open. When

my mom saw me come back, she quickly pulled the sheet over herself. My dad continued having sex with my mom, turned his head and glanced at me, saying slowly, "You're back? Do your homework first, or you won't be able to see tonight." I said "Oh," took out my homework, grabbed two stools, and started doing my homework under the eaves, without closing the door. The creaking of the bed inside grew faster and faster, my mom's moans turned into heavy groans from her nose, along with my dad's panting and the "slap slap" of the impact, and faint "plop, plop" sounds.

After another twenty minutes or so, suddenly my dad let out a deep roar, the bed stopped creaking, and only my parents' panting remained. I knew it was over. A little while later, Dad came out wearing only his underwear and asked from behind me,

"Is there anything you don't know how to do?" I shook my head and said, "I do." Dad said, "I'll go cook, I'll call you when it's time to eat," and left.

A little while later, Mom came out, wearing a long, thin shirt that revealed her underwear, making her breasts more prominent, her nipples clearly visible. Her face was flushed, even her ears and neck were red. I think she was a little embarrassed because it was the first time she'd done "mmm" or "oh" with Dad in front of me. It's understandable; she's only been married for two days. Although we both grew up in the countryside, she's certainly seen plenty of this kind of thing, but it's still her first time. Even though I'm a child, I'm still a newlywed, and I still have that girlish shyness.

It's strange, in my understanding, girls are shy, but once they get married and have children, they're no longer shy. Like Sister Zhang, who lives across the street from me. When she got married two years ago, she was too afraid to go out. It wasn't until a month later that she dared to speak to the men in the village. But last summer, when I visited her, she was at home taking care of her six-month-old daughter. Her husband had gone to work in the mountains. Not only did she breastfeed in front of me, but after breastfeeding, she asked me to watch her daughter. She didn't even close the door before taking off all her clothes and taking a bath inside. I didn't react much then, unlike now. I feel like I've grown up a lot this year. Last year and the year before, when I went to peep at women bathing with my friends, it was like stealing someone's plums—not this exciting, just nervous.

My mother came to my side and saw me staring blankly. She asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem you don't understand? I'll explain it to you." I randomly pointed to a math problem. She paused for a moment, and I was stunned too. It was actually... actually a very simple addition and subtraction problem.

After a moment of surprise, Mom lowered her head and began to explain things to me earnestly. Looking down her neckline as she bent over, I saw her red neck, then her collarbone, and below that, a patch of fair skin. A little further down were two soft, white mounds of flesh, each with a touch of rosy pink. Below that was her flat stomach and sexy belly button, and then a pair of floral boxer shorts and her fair thighs. I quickly focused my gaze on my homework to avoid being discovered; I didn't want my new mom to think of me as a bad child.

At dinner, Mom whispered to Dad, seemingly telling me not to go out and to sleep at home. It seemed I had made a good impression on her. But Dad said to me, "You should stay at your aunt's house tonight. Get up early tomorrow and come with us to meet Grandma." Only then did I remember that Mom had gone back to her parents' home three days after the wedding.

I nodded and said, "I didn't ask for leave." My mother said, "It's okay, I'll go with you to ask the teacher for leave later." Our village has over twenty households, most of them housed close together, separated by only a meter or so, with a drainage ditch running between the eaves. However, some houses are about ten meters apart, making our village seem very long.

Everyone habitually divides it into three courtyards, upper, middle, and lower, separated by a ten-meter-wide woodland between the houses. My family is in the middle courtyard, and Teacher Lin and her family are in the upper courtyard. Because Teacher Lin's father is the vice-principal of the township school, and I heard the principal is retiring, while Teacher Lin's father wants a promotion, he used to come home once a week, but now he hasn't been back for several weeks, leaving only Teacher Lin and her mother at home. Teacher Lin's brother went to university and was assigned to the city, only coming home once a year for the Spring Festival, which is why my mother said she would go with me to ask for leave. After finishing my meal, I wanted to go out and play, so I told my mother I would go to the woodland to wait for her and ran off. I walked up to my second aunt's house and found it was almost dark. Why was no one home? The door was closed. I continued walking uphill and only found out when I reached the woodland that my second aunt's family and several other families were eating fish and drinking in an open space by the woodland. Fish and shrimp are plentiful here; you can catch plenty in any field. They're the cheapest things, even cheaper than rice. Fish tastes better when cooked with lots of oil, but these days, a family eating enough rice is already enviable, so oil is a luxury. Therefore, when eating fish, everyone pools their money and drinks a few pounds of strong liquor—it's called a treat.

I saw that several families were quite drunk and were packing up. Two families were helping each other carry their things back, and my sister was also helping my second uncle back. They seemed completely intoxicated. My aunt, her face flushed and neck throbbing, was arguing with several people. I greeted my sister and continued walking closer, only to hear her say, "Come on! Let's try it!" She then walked behind a haystack in the woods. I saw several men and women follow, so I curiously followed them too.

I hid behind a tree and saw my aunt undressing. Soon she was naked and lying under the haystack, calling out, "Who's coming?" At that moment, a woman next to her also undressed and stood under the haystack watching the men, while the other three women cheered, "Hurry up! Hurry up..." Only then did I realize that the naked woman standing about a meter away from my aunt was actually my teacher's mother. She was in her forties, her breasts slightly sagging, her nipples dark, her skin fairly fair, and a bit plump, especially her buttocks. Her pubic hair was a pale yellow, sparse, and you could see her dark labia, like wood ear mushrooms.

Then, two men undressed, each approaching a woman. Without foreplay, they smeared some saliva and began thrusting. The man who chose Teacher Lin's mother was named Yu Wen. He was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, of average build, neither fat nor thin, about 1.68 meters tall, and his penis was shorter than my second uncle's, only about ten centimeters long.

As soon as he got up, he placed Teacher Lin's mother on the grass, wiped his saliva on his penis, spread her legs, aimed at her dark opening, and thrust in. After pausing for two seconds, he began to thrust, one hand grasping and kneading her breasts into various shapes, while the other head was bent down to suckle the nipple of her other breast, moving his head from side to side. Teacher Lin's mother hugged Yu Wen's neck, her lower body moving in rhythm with his thrusts, constantly moaning, "Oh...so good...oh...so comfortable..." Soon, the sounds of "splashing, splashing" could be heard.

(IV)

The man who chose my second aunt was named Wanli. True to his name, he was 1.75 meters tall, not too tall, but not short either. His muscles were particularly well-developed, a deep, dark black, giving him an exceptionally strong appearance. His glans was the size of an egg, and his penis was about 15 centimeters long, with prominent veins that stood erect – a type of muscular man that women particularly admire. Wanli picked up my second aunt, who was lying on the ground, and began to frantically kiss and grope her, as if she hadn't eaten for days and was now enjoying a feast. Seeing Wanli's strong muscles and his erect penis, my second aunt became wet. With Wanli's frantic kissing and groping, her lower body was already overflowing with desire. She gritted her teeth, grabbed Wanli, spread her legs, aimed at his penis, and with a thrust of her hips, cried out, "Ah...so good! Hard penis, so hard!" While crying out, she continued to twist her hips.

The moment Wanli's second aunt surrounded his penis, he hissed and gasped. However, he wasn't about to back down from her constant moans and hip-twisting provocations. He lifted her up by her buttocks, arching his back repeatedly, asking defiantly, "Feels good, doesn't it? Does my hard penis feel good inside you?" "Yes, so good! Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, it feels so good…" his second aunt cried out, wrapping her arms around Wanli's neck.

"Do you like it? Do you like my hard penis fucking you?" Wanli asked as he thrust.

"Yes, I love it so much! I love being fucked by a big, hard penis!" his second aunt replied passionately.

Soon, the sound of "splish, splish" could be heard. Auntie's lower body was glistening with lustful fluids, dripping wet. "Oh...oh...I'm going to fly...oh...oh...deeper...insert it into my womb...use...use more force...open my cunt..." Auntie's first orgasm came quickly.

Wanli, hearing this, couldn't resist. He put Auntie on the ground, raised her legs, and lunged at her vulva. "Ah..." Auntie let out a long cry and began to pant heavily. Wanli seemed to be provoked by Auntie's words. Ignoring her cries, he thrust forcefully, each time penetrating all the way in before withdrawing eight or nine tenths of his penis, then thrusting in again.

"Slap slap slap...slap slap slap..."

"Ah...ah...ah ah..." Auntie could only utter "ah," unable to speak. She gasped for breath with each "ah," her breathing becoming labored, leaving her with no strength to speak.

"Slap slap slap... slap slap slap... I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck your cunt raw!" Wanli shouted through gritted teeth as he thrust rapidly. Poor Auntie could only manage to scream: "Ah... ah... oh... I... ah... oh... afraid..." She could barely utter a complete sentence. On

the other hand, Lin's mother was the complete opposite. Yu Wen was being straddled by Lin's mother, his waist twisting wildly as he cried out, "Oh... um... um... oh... so good... so good..." Yu Wen, lying on the ground, was far from happy. He was gritting his teeth, and the veins on his red neck were visible, showing how much he was enduring. "Slap slap slap slap..." Perhaps finding the swaying unsatisfying, Lin's mother began to thrust violently up and down. Yu Wen, perhaps unable to restrain himself any longer, flipped over and pinned Teacher Lin's mother to the ground, thrusting into her violently and relentlessly. "Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..." Teacher Lin's mother moaned incessantly, "Oh...oh...ah ah..." The scene was utterly depraved, filled with the sounds of thrusting, moaning, and the faint "splish, splish" of his penis sliding through her wet, throbbing vagina. After a while, Yu Wen couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out "Ah!" and found himself on top of his teacher's wife, clinging to her tightly. His buttocks convulsed, and after a while, he rolled over and lay on the ground. His teacher's wife was also panting, her legs spread wide, yellowish-white semen continuously flowing from her vagina. Small bubbles mixed with the semen, flowing down her already sweaty buttocks and onto the grass, accompanied by the opening and closing of her vagina. At this moment, another man named Jiang Shan stripped naked, his long penis thrusting directly into his teacher's wife's still-wet vagina, which was still dripping with semen. Perhaps because the teacher's wife was already close to climaxing, she couldn't help but tremble and shout loudly when Jiang Shan's hard and long penis was thrust all the way in: "Ah... harder... thrust faster, thrust faster, fuck harder... ah... ah... faster... faster..." Jiang Shan had long been stimulated by the lewd atmosphere at the scene and couldn't stand it anymore. With his teacher's wife's provocation, how could he not be fierce? His seventeen or eighteen-centimeter penis kept going in and out of his teacher's wife's wet cunt. The speed was so fast that you could see the vaginal fluid and semen splashing continuously at the point of his and his teacher's wife's union. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" Jiang Shan kept shouting.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The teacher's wife screamed louder and louder, her hands gripping the weeds on the ground, her head bobbing up and down, her hair a complete mess... Just then, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw it was my mother. I quickly retreated to the roadside, pretending not to know she was there, and sat on a rock, burying my head between my legs as if I were sleeping.

My mother must have heard the lewd sounds from behind the haystack not far away. There was no way she could help it; they were so lewd, the man was constantly shouting, and the woman was constantly moaning. It was impossible not to hear them on the road in the forest. So my mother patted my shoulder and whispered, "Why are you sleeping here? Don't catch a cold." I pretended to be a little drowsy and rubbed my eyes. "Mom, you're here? Let's go!" I said loudly. My

mother immediately tried to cover my mouth, but it was too late. She glared at me and said, "Why are you so loud? It's late at night. You have to speak softly at night, you know?" I nodded and was led forward by my mother's hand. But we hadn't gone far when we saw Teacher Lin standing lazily leaning against a tree in the woods, looking at a haystack not far away. Just as we were wondering whether we should go over, Teacher Lin turned around and saw us. My mother had no choice but to lead me over.

"Sister Lan," Teacher Lin greeted my mother first. My mother didn't know what to say, so she just called out to Teacher Lin and got straight to the point: "I brought Xiaozhi to ask for leave. I'm going back to my parents' house tomorrow and I'm taking Xiaozhi with me. You see..." "It's okay." Teacher Lin brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and noticed that my mother seemed a little awkward. She looked at the haystack but was too embarrassed to look, so she glanced at it and then turned back. Teacher Lin smiled and said, "Sister Lan, you look radiant, not bad! Everyone says the village chief is capable, and it seems he really is." My mother smiled and said, "So-so!" Teacher Lin smiled again, pointed to the haystack, and asked, "Which of those men do you think is the most capable?" My mother blushed and didn't know how to answer. Teacher Lin noticed her embarrassment and comforted her, "It's nothing, it's only natural. My dad hasn't been back for weeks, and my mom has been missing him terribly. I estimate she can do three today, and if you don't count Wanli, she'll be even more capable; four shouldn't be a problem." "Second sister-in-law is really capable. I reckon she could handle each of the five men here once, maybe even a couple more. She's so capable, I'm so envious!" My mother asked softly, "Aren't you afraid of damaging her?" Teacher Lin smiled and said, "A woman's vagina has a very strong contraction, like a rubber band. You might not know this now that you're newly married, but the more a woman is fucked by men, the more capable she becomes. Even if a man fucks you until your vagina is red, swollen, and painful, it's okay. It'll get better in a few days, and then you'll be even more capable. After a few times, it won't be enough to relieve the itch without four or five men."

If you experience severe tearing pain from being with a man, you shouldn't continue, because the tearing pain indicates that the vaginal wall or uterus has torn, and you'll need to take anti-inflammatory medication. However, it's okay to stop having sex with men immediately; continuing would be dangerous. So, as long as you don't feel any tearing pain, you can have sex with as many men as you want without worry. When I was in night school, there was a female classmate named Liu Xiaoyan. She was married and brought her three-month-old baby to school. At first, she was a little embarrassed to breastfeed in front of everyone, but the baby would cry when hungry, and she had to attend classes, so she had no choice but to breastfeed while listening to lectures in the classroom. The female classmate wasn't too bothered, but the male classmates were quite fortunate. They would always find something to do with her, and before long, she became very close with the male classmates. I shared a room with her, so I know that in less than a semester, guess how many men she had sex with or was with in a single day? My mother shook her head, indicating she couldn't guess. Teacher Lin shook her head and said, "Fourteen." My mother took a breath: "Fourteen...?" Teacher Lin nodded and said, "That's right, fourteen. I remember the most she ever did was with fourteen men in one day, basically non-stop from morning till night. You can't imagine, can you? I was surprised too, but the next day she did it with several men as if nothing had happened. Later, she basically did it with several men every day except for those few days. It's a pity I'm not married yet, so I can't do it. Sigh!" My mother was shocked: So capable, several men every day, the most in one day was fourteen... I noticed my mother with her legs crossed, her neck red, staring at the haystack, her eyes wide open and not moving.

(V)

After a while, my mother started breathing heavily, her heart was definitely beating very fast, which is normal, this is just human nature, almost everyone is the same. My mother had only been married for two days, and being a newlywed, she was experiencing the first taste of life, her senses were wide open and her desires were high. Add to that the explanations from Mr. Lin, this trendy, intellectual man, and the stimulation of the lewd scene, and my mother was definitely soaking wet. Perhaps she really couldn't take it anymore; she hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Lin and pulled me back home.

Neither of us spoke the rest of the way. I could feel the heat of my mother's hands. Perhaps she was truly flustered; she had even forgotten to ask me to stay at my aunt's house that night. She only came to her senses after pulling me all the way home. She looked at my father lying on the bed, considered for a moment, and then said, "Never mind, just sleep at home from now on and don't bother others. I've given you a bath, so go to sleep early." I nodded, said "Mmm" to indicate I understood, and then my mother led me to the thatched shed behind the house.

Rural toilets are typically like this: a few trees or bamboo are leaning against the back of the house, topped with a layer of plastic wrap cut from fertilizer bags, then a layer of straw. One side leads into the house, while the other three sides are lined with dried firewood. Inside is a large pit, but only half full. The other half is outside the pit, with two or three horizontal beams to support the firewood. The inner half is used for urination, while the outer half is mainly for carrying firewood to water crops.

Since the firewood is mostly harvested and dried in autumn and winter for the whole year, it's now May, and only one or two layers of firewood remain to enclose the shed. A light is lit inside, enough to illuminate the outside. My shed is similar, except that inside there's a seedbed—the kind used for planting and harvesting grains—round, bound together with wooden blocks, nearly two meters in diameter and about forty to fifty centimeters high, used for bathing.

Less than a minute later, Mom brought a thermos of boiling water and half a bucket of cold water and poured them into the seedbed. After testing it to make sure it wasn't too cold, she stripped me naked and carried me into the seedbed, wiping my body with a towel. Perhaps I was nervous or scared, because after Mom finished bathing me and carried me to bed, my penis was still like a little caterpillar, not hard or big. Dad put me on the inside of the bed and told me to go to sleep early and get up early the next day. He said I had used Mom's bathwater, and he would go boil water for her. Then he and Mom went out.

A little while later, I heard Mom's moans coming from the thatched shed, along with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Dad's heavy breathing. Soon the sounds grew louder, and Mom's moans became higher and higher. In less than fifteen minutes, Mom started shouting, "Ah...oh...harder, faster...deeper, deeper...ah...good husband, harder...harder...ah..." There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black all around. I closed my eyes and listened, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I don't know what time it was, but I vaguely felt the bed shaking. Gradually, I could feel the bed shaking, along with my mother's moans and gasps beside me, and the "plop, plop" sounds and my father's forceful moans.

I opened my eyes and could only see the outline of my father on top of my mother. Unlike the previous two days when there was moonlight or the lights were on, I could feel some of my mother's hair disheveled on my head, face, and neck, itchy, but not as stimulating as my mother's soft moans and the "plop, plop" sounds of her vaginal fluids beside me.

I felt my penis hard, big, and long, like it was swollen, itchy, even itchier than the hair on my face. I kept wanting to wrap it up and rub it, but I didn't know what to use. So I endured it, swollen, unable to fall asleep.

The bed shook more and more violently, and Mom started screaming like before, right next to my ear… Thankfully, after a few minutes, Mom stopped screaming, leaving only the gentle shaking of the bed and my parents' panting. Seconds passed like this, and just when I thought I could finally sleep, Mom's initially even breathing turned into "hmm, hum" sounds, and the bed began to shake faster and faster. I… "Ah…hmm…oh…" Mom kept moaning, "creak…creak…" the bed continued to shake, "hmm…hum…" Dad's straining sounds also kept coming, "crack, crack, crack crack…" the sounds of flesh hitting flesh rang out joyfully. Various sounds filled my ears, but they were all lewd. My penis, which had started to swell, swelled up again, and seemed even longer and bigger. I didn't know if it was a hallucination, but it definitely felt more uncomfortable. I don't know how much time passed, maybe twenty minutes, maybe thirty minutes, but the bed stopped creaking and started thumping against the wall. Mom was gripping the pillowcase tightly, yelling loudly, pulling my head several centimeters away. I was too scared to move.

A few more minutes passed before I heard Dad let out several "ohs." The bed stopped, and Mom stopped yelling. Dad lay on top of Mom, panting heavily. Mom loosened her grip on the pillowcase and hugged Dad's waist, remaining motionless. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was finally over!

After a while, Dad got off Mom, tidied himself up, and lay down on the outside. Mom moved closer to me, her head touching mine. Luckily, she was on her side, so my head rested on her soft flesh. Mom turned around and carefully straightened my head, which she had pulled to the side. I felt one of her large breasts touching my face; it was soft and wet, probably from sweat, and had a faint, unfamiliar scent of sweat—yes, a strange smell that was both sweat and fragrance. This smell entered my nose and mouth, making my already swollen penis feel even more uncomfortable.

After straightening my head, Mom didn't get up. Instead, she reached for my thighs, trying to move me a little closer. But when she touched my leg, her wrist brushed against my swollen penis. She paused for about a second before reaching for my penis. When her hand grasped it, my penis twitched uncontrollably. Mom paused for several seconds before letting go, then moved me a little closer and lay down between Dad and me, turning to hug him and remaining still. I knew she was asleep, and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. My heart had almost jumped out of my throat; it had given me a real fright.

That night I had a dream. I dreamt that I was leaning against my mother, one hand constantly squeezing one of her breasts, and my tongue sticking out of my mouth licking her other breast and nipple. My mother's hand kept stroking my body, and finally grasped my penis and slowly slid it up and down... My penis was very swollen, but the feeling of my mother holding it and sliding it up and down was very comfortable.

(VI)

The next morning, I went to my new maternal grandmother's house with my parents in a daze, and then returned home in a daze. The only thing I remembered was that my new maternal grandmother, uncle, and aunt all gave me pocket money, because the pocket money was still in my pocket! I kept thinking about the dream from last night all day. Was it real or a dream? It was real, my mother didn't show anything; it was a dream, but it was too real. I've never had such a real dream before.

Everything remained the same: eating, bathing, sleeping, listening to adult music, sleeping with my penis erect. The only positive was that my relationship with my mother had improved; we were closer. I could sleep next to her at night and hug her. I no longer avoided her naked body, and she wasn't shy about hugging me naked. Everything felt so natural and harmonious.

As the weather got hotter, the whole family slept naked at night, and my penis often grew bigger, longer, and swollen. My parents didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, when I pressed my swollen penis against my mother's buttocks, she didn't pry it off with her hands like she did at first. I was happy, of course, because pressing my swollen penis against my mother's bare buttocks felt really good, especially against her butt crack. That feeling made me wish time could stop, though of course, that was impossible.

Days passed, and July arrived in the blink of an eye. We were all on summer vacation, but my parents weren't happy. My mother had been married for two months, and they had sex every day without using condoms, yet my mother's period still came. My mother didn't understand and thought it was normal; some couples get married and then wait several years to have children. But my father didn't think so. He said my biological mother conceived me very quickly. She hadn't menstruated since marrying my father, only getting her period after I was born. In other words, she conceived me the month she married him. So my father thought we should take my new mother to the hospital for a checkup.

Just then, our village's old Party Secretary was retiring and recommended my father to take over. My father had to go to the county town with the old Party Secretary, so the next day, my parents went to the county town with a mix of excitement and fear. I, left at home, lost all interest in fishing and swimming with my friends. I hoped my parents would be happy and looked forward to them bringing back good news. Because if my mother couldn't get pregnant, what would my father think? What would my mother think? Would they still be happy?

The adults' thoughts might be different from mine, but I knew my parents both wanted to give me a younger brother or sister. In the whole village, only my aunt's daughter and I were only children. My aunt had a difficult childbirth and couldn't have any more children after giving birth to my sister. Didn't you see my uncle looking listless all the time? If Mom can't get pregnant... I don't know if I can still be as happy as I am now, and I don't want anything to disrupt that.

Who says youth is carefree? The whole day felt like an eternity; I was listless and didn't write a single word of my morning homework, not even wanting to eat lunch. Finally, the sun set, and Mom and Dad came home, but I couldn't be happy. Dad comforted Mom, whose eyes were red, and I knew the result wasn't what I wanted.

Sure enough, Mom cried for a long time in my arms before falling asleep that night. I wanted to cry too, but I didn't dare, afraid of making Mom even more upset. Dad spoke to me earnestly, saying that Mom couldn't get pregnant because of a congenital defect in her uterus, which was incurable. He told me I had to be good to Mom, like my own mother, even better than I was to Dad... My eyes were red, and I couldn't speak. I nodded vigorously, afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would burst into tears, so I just gritted my teeth and let Mom hold me tightly.

Life goes on, even if it's not happy. Every day, Mom watches me finish my homework and then patiently explains it to me repeatedly. Mom is a junior high school graduate, more educated than Dad, so I finish my homework very quickly every day. Summer vacation is still long, and Mom says I should do a little homework every day, but I should do it every day so I don't forget everything from the previous semester when school starts. I followed her advice and finished my homework quickly.

Dad is going to be the village party secretary, so he's very busy. He has to take care of not only our team, but all eight teams in our village. He leaves early and returns late every day, so the work on the mountain falls on Mom. I finish my homework under Mom's guidance, and of course, I also help with what I can, like carrying the chaff cutter for Mom and picking up the chopped weeds and throwing them on the bank of the river.

Days passed, and the sun grew hotter. Our family of three gradually forgot our unpleasant experiences in this harmonious environment. Every morning and afternoon, when the sun was cool, my mother and I would do some work on the mountain. After sunset, we'd come home to cook, bathe, and wait for my father to return so we could eat together. Then we'd relax in the courtyard, chatting with our neighbors about everyday life and strange and interesting people and events—it was so carefree and joyful.

Especially the women in the village; they didn't have the habit of wearing underwear after bathing at night. Their nipples were all prominent, bouncing with every step, like playful little rabbits, making you want to reach out and touch them. My mother rarely dressed like this before, but since everyone did, she gradually adopted it too.

Rural women are known for their short stories. I remember once my mother, after bathing at night, wore two layers of clothing (a bodice and a long robe) to chat with the neighboring women, which drew their laughter. Today, she didn't even wear underwear and didn't feel awkward; she must have gotten used to it.

I know it's because Mom and I were naked from the time Dad came home for dinner until after we showered. We were completely bare until we went outside to cool off after dinner, at which point we put on long-sleeved shirts. So I know Mom, like most women, was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt.

It's the end of the month, and Dad said he's going to the county party school for a month of training. When he comes back, he'll take over the old secretary's duties. This is a very important step, and Mom understands. A little while after dinner, they started their all-out battle. I went out to play for a bit and came back to find them still fighting. Mom and Dad made me climb into bed and lie on the innermost part so they could continue their battle. They didn't even turn off the light, illuminating the dark night and making two figures on the wall seem to be locked in a passionate embrace, a bit like a shadow puppet show. But I didn't look. Who looks at the wall? I stared intently at Mom's sweaty body right in front of me, scanning her repeatedly. They didn't seem to care, or perhaps they were too engrossed in their lovemaking.

My mother's two large, white breasts bounced up and down, sometimes my father would grasp and rub them, and sometimes she would grasp and rub them herself. Her nipples stood erect like two red beans, tempting my eyes and making me want to suck on them. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her fair, flat abdomen, glistening and translucent. I couldn't help but swallow, but my mouth still felt dry.

My mother's sexy, round navel was even more moist and sexy under the sweat. The thick, shiny black pubic hair below her navel was soaked, whether from sweat or vaginal fluid, each hair clearly and messily clung to her skin. My father's penis was just below, going in and out with a "plop, plop" sound. I could see that each time my father's penis withdrew, it brought out a little bit of glistening vaginal fluid, and when it went back in, it would splash the vaginal fluid onto my father's and mother's pubic hair, making the already soaked pubic hair even more wet, especially seductive and lewd.

I couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because I was still excited from playing outside, or maybe it was because my parents hadn't turned off the light tonight, letting me witness their passionate performance up close. My penis was erect, pointing towards my parents' direction as they were engaged in their intense activity. I noticed a crystal-clear droplet of fluid emerging from the opening of my penis. Curious, I touched it. When I removed my hand, I found it stuck to my finger, forming a long, thin, crystal-clear thread that fell onto the bamboo mat. I curiously pinched it between two fingers; it was slippery. Then I remembered how it was so crystal clear, just like the vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina. Could it be…? Thinking this, I couldn't help but look at my mother's lower body again. It really was similar, crystal clear and shiny. But why did what my mother and father produced also have some white stuff, and even small air bubbles? I was puzzled. It seemed I'd have to investigate this sometime. Maybe I should ask my mother another day, but would she answer this question? Would she scold me or slap me?

[The End]

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