Mom's Sunny Beach

One summer when I was about four or five years old, my parents had a huge fight. Because I was so young, I don't remember
the reason, only that after the fight, my mother packed her bags, crying, and hurriedly left home with me.

Instead of taking me directly to her parents' house, she bought train tickets at a nearby train station and
boarded a train bound for an unknown destination. The scenery outside the window rushed past with the clatter of the train
. My mother successfully silenced my questions with a bag or two of snacks, remaining silent with red eyes
.

Faced with the heat and crowds on the train, and my mother's indifference, I started crying and screaming in the latter half of the journey.
Fortunately, I later saw the ocean, which I had never seen before, outside the window, and with my mother's comforting words, I finally calmed down.

In my memory, the two of us arrived in a seaside city. My mother had originally planned to stay temporarily with one of her
female friends, but when we reached the top floor of a small apartment building, a young couple in tattered clothes came out of the door and
politely explained to us, with our large bags, that they simply couldn't find a place to stay.

The mother and son had no choice but to return to the bustling street. I looked up at
my mother beside me, her expression hesitant; a hint of panic clearly flashed in her eyes.

I still vividly remember what my mother looked like then.

Young and with the most distinctive style of that era—straight, jet-black hair—she wore large, colorful plastic earrings.
Her slightly smudged black eye makeup couldn't hide her exquisitely beautiful face. Combined with bold red lipstick, a
round straw hat, and delicate black high-heeled sandals, she possessed a
mature elegance befitting a beautiful young woman.

My mother was wearing a simple, fitted black halter-neck dress, revealing her shoulders and slender arms.
Her skin appeared especially white against the pure black fabric, making her look slim and beautiful.

More than one friend had mentioned that my mother looked like a TV star, a
rare beauty of that era. In my childhood memories, I had never seen
a woman more radiant and captivating than my mother.

In the bustling crowd, she stood out, drawing glances from passersby at
this beautiful woman carrying luggage and carrying her child, looking somewhat lonely and helpless.

Soon, I began to quietly express my fatigue and hunger. My mother comforted me with concern while quickly
thinking. With a stomp of her foot, she hailed a taxi, and the two of us checked into a cheap local hotel
.

The hotel was near the beach, seemingly converted from an old staff dormitory building, with a long corridor leading directly
to a small beach.

After dinner, back in our room on the third floor, I watched the hotel TV listlessly, my eyelids growing heavy. My
mother, however, remained sullen, fiddling with her wet hair from her recent shower, lost in thought
.

The next day, Mom asked for directions and took me to a nearby park. I had a
blast playing on the seesaws and the little train, but Mom seemed rather listless.

In the afternoon, Mom quietly lay on the hotel bed with her eyes closed, telling me to watch TV by myself. I couldn't stand it
, and soon started fussing about wanting to go outside. Unable to resist, Mom took me downstairs, letting me
play in the sand on the small beach behind the hotel while she sat in the open-air teahouse, lost in thought.

The weather wasn't good; the sea, without sunshine or blue sky, was just an ordinary pool of water, and the beach was nearly deserted.

After some time, dusk began to fall, and the sky started to clear slightly. Feeling a little tired, I
ran back to find Mom, only to see a young man sitting opposite her.

The two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation, and my mother's face even showed a joyful smile that she hadn't had in a long time.
Bathed in the setting sun and sea breeze, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

I called out and returned to my mother's side. The man, feigning surprise, said, "Huh? You've grown so much
? Sister, I really didn't realize! You've aged so well!" Then he greeted me warmly with a smile.

My mother told me to call the man "Uncle Duan," which I readily agreed to. The man complimented me, saying, "How
thoughtful!" and then the two continued chatting and laughing.

Although I called him "Uncle," the man looked at most like an older brother, appearing robust
and energetic.

They continued chatting until dinnertime, seemingly detached from my various mischievous antics. Feeling bored,
I simply ran away.

Throughout my conversation with Uncle Duan, my mother's face displayed an expression that felt unfamiliar to me—
a shy and charming allure of a young woman that I couldn't understand at the time.

That evening, Uncle Duan treated us to dinner at a small restaurant downstairs from the hotel. Throughout the meal, Mom acted
like a reserved lady, her eyes seemingly filled with a watery, ambiguous gaze as she looked at Uncle Duan.

As a child, my intuition is quite sensitive, and I clearly sensed my mother's affection for Uncle Duan and
her disdain for me. So, I deliberately threw a little tantrum at the dinner table. Uncle Duan,

on the other hand, was very generous and gentlemanly, constantly defusing my mother's awkwardness, and
smiling all evening.

After dinner, Uncle Duan, as always, insisted on escorting us back to our room. After opening the door upstairs, I immediately lay down on the bed and
turned on the TV. Mom chatted quietly with Uncle Duan at the door. I heard Uncle Duan saying
things like, "How about tomorrow?" and "It's not easy for a woman to be alone out there."

They seemed somewhat reluctant to part, so much so that after saying goodbye, Mom closed the door, leaving me
alone, and then rushed out again to see Uncle Duan downstairs.

Back in the room, a clear look of disappointment and loneliness crossed Mom's face. She seemed preoccupied with her
thoughts all evening, and was rather indifferent to me.

After giving me a bath, Mom habitually rummaged through her suitcase for her change of clothes, suddenly letting out a
surprised "Eh!" She then pulled out several strips of black cloth, muttering to herself, "Didn't
expect to bring these too..."

A sudden smile appeared on her lips as she turned and went into the bathroom, turning on the hot water.

Soon after, Mom emerged from the bathroom, steaming hot. I was completely absorbed in the television, and...
I noticed my mother standing in front of the mirror after her shower.

There was a large dressing mirror next to the bathroom in the hotel, and I looked up to see her repeatedly
examining herself. I turned my head and saw in the reflection that she was wearing an open white silk bathrobe,
not her usual light-colored cartoon-style short-sleeved shirt and shorts, but a black lace-trimmed
lingerie set, exposing a large area of her fair, tender skin.

Her long, wet hair was focused on her reflection as she slowly applied lipstick.

Confused, I asked, "Mom, why are you putting on lipstick?"

My mother, who was bending over in front of the mirror and pouting, paused for a moment, then turned and smiled at me,
saying, "Sweetie~ don't you think Mom is pretty?" She then turned around, lifting her silk bathrobe to her waist, and
stood facing me with one hand on her hip, revealing even more of her fair skin.

In my memory, my mother's breasts had always been exceptionally magnificent, and now, the black bra in front of me
accentuated their size, creating a deep cleavage that made them appear even more prominent. Her lower body,
with its flat, smooth abdomen, was still glistening with droplets of water, one or two trickling towards her cute little belly button. Her waist was adorned with a stylish black
lace trim, and her long, slender, white legs were slightly parted, almost like a soldier at ease.

Seeing this beautiful body, I instinctively felt a surge of excitement. However, being a child, this feeling
quickly passed, leaving only the simple thought of beauty. So, I smiled and replied, "Mmm!
Beautiful! Sexy!"

Upon hearing this, my mother immediately came over with a grin. "Oh my, you little rascal, you even know how to say sexy! Tell me
, who taught you that?" She then walked to the bedside and gently pinched my cheeks with both hands.

I laughed and fell backward. Mom laughed too, leaning down to kiss my forehead repeatedly. "Come on
, let's leave a lipstick mark~"

"Hahaha, no, no~" I struggled, her huge, snow-white body pressed against mine, her smooth, soft
skin rubbing against mine, causing a slight erection in my lower body.

After a loud kiss, Mom rolled off the bed, not wiping the lipstick mark off my head, but instead
pulling a pair of black pointed high heels from her suitcase and putting them on on the sofa opposite the bed.

I was still somewhat excited, turning over and lying on the bed to see what Mom was up to
.

Mom stood up, looking in the mirror and backing away, as if searching for a spot where she could see her whole body.

Reaching the edge of the bed, Mom stopped, casually tossing her white silk robe aside, hands on her hips
, and like a mannequin, repeatedly comparing herself to the mirror.

Then, to my surprise, I discovered that my mother's buttocks were covered only by an extremely thin, long, narrow black cloth, as if constricting
her buttocks, directly exposing her entire smooth, white bottom.

At that time, I didn't know what a thong was, so I pointed at my mother's buttocks and laughed loudly,
"Big butt! Shame on you! Hahaha~ Big butt~"

Surprisingly, my mother didn't react with embarrassment at all; instead, she showed a confident expression,
turned her body to face the mirror, and gently stroked her smooth, elastic, white skin. Facing
her own alluring body, a hint of fascination appeared in my mother's eyes.

Watching my mother completely immersed in her own world, I gradually lost interest. Perhaps I
had played too much during the day, and after watching TV for a while, I unconsciously fell asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed, but half-asleep, I habitually reached to my side and found my mother's body. I opened
my eyes, and at that moment, I heard a soft woman's moan.

The main lights in the room were off, only a small yellow light remained on in the bathroom. I turned
my head slightly and saw my mother lying on the sofa beside me, her white silk robe wide open, revealing the same
sexy black lingerie she had worn earlier. Her two long, white legs were spread wide apart, and one
foot, still dangling from the sofa, was a pair of black pointed high heels, seemingly about to fall.

My mother's eyes were fixed on the mirror in the distance, one hand rapidly kneading the front of her panties, while the other hand
pulled her left breast out of her bra, her fingers kneading the nipple hard. Her
lips, which had been painted a darker red than before, were now painted on, and she was emitting rapid moans and groans.

I didn't understand what my mother was doing. At the time, I only knew that breasts were
a taboo subject for women, and exposing one's breasts was indeed a very "shameful" thing for me. I was
at the age where I was interested in my mother's body. Before, when I slept next to her and misbehaved, she would always laugh
and call me a "little rascal" before ruthlessly stopping me. Now, being able to freely peek at my mother's exposed breasts
was incredibly exciting for me, so I didn't make a sound and continued to observe quietly.

My mother's hands, stroking her lower body, started moving faster and faster, and her moans grew louder.
Suddenly, my mother slightly turned her body, and the leg with the pointed high heel suddenly straightened in the air, followed by
a slight spasm throughout her body.

The convulsion lasted for about ten seconds, then my mother's leg hung limply, the high heel hitting the ground with
a "thud." My mother lazily tried to look in my direction, but I quickly buried my head in the blanket and pretended to be asleep.

After making sure I wasn't awake, my mother slowly stood up. I heard the high heels approaching me, the clattering
sound particularly crisp in the middle of the night. Mom leaned against the bed, took off her high heels, and changed into slippers . Looking
a little tired, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

My heart was pounding; I wondered if Mom had seen through my pretense of being asleep. Not long after
, Mom came out of the bathroom, smelling sweetly. She adjusted my sleeping position, tucked me in, and then
lay down beside me, letting out a long sigh and falling silent.

I glanced at her and saw that she had changed back into her usual pajamas. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep… 　　----------------

...

I could clearly sense that my mother was in a very good mood; she was putting on her makeup very carefully, and even unconsciously hummed a song. Infected
by her good mood, I couldn't help but become cheerful as well.

Coincidentally, the sun was shining brightly that day, with blue skies, white clouds, and a clear, refreshing sky.

We went downstairs for a simple breakfast, and then my mother led me to the hotel gate, seemingly
waiting for someone.

Before I could even ask, I saw a huge white Jeep pull up, and Uncle Duan rolled down the window and waved
to us with a smile.

My mother smiled, immediately grabbed my hand, and ran quickly towards it.

That day, my mother was wearing a particularly clean and elegant sky-blue long dress and a pair of simple sandals,
looking as young as a young girl.

My mother took the passenger seat, leaving me alone in the spacious back seat.

I asked my mom, who was smiling at Uncle Duan, "Where are we going, Mom?" Just as Mom was about to turn her head away,
Uncle Duan smiled and said to me, "Today, Uncle is taking you to the beach!"

I said, somewhat puzzled, "Isn't there a beach downstairs?"

Uncle Duan smiled and said, "The beach here can't compare to where we're going today." He then gave my mom
a meaningful grin.

"Quickly thank Uncle Duan!" Mom said, glancing at me. I casually replied, not thinking much
of it, and leaned against the window to look at the scenery.

Driving through streets, Uncle Duan drove to the outskirts of the city. A series of tropical forests began to appear around us
. I was almost asleep in the back seat when I saw the sea and excitedly shouted, "Are we here?"

Uncle Duan smiled and replied, "Yes, little handsome boy~ We're here~"

The coastline before me was noticeably different. Because it was sparsely populated, the sand looked clean and fine
, without any other man-made structures. Apart from a few large reefs, it was an endless expanse of golden sand, and the sea
seemed especially vast because of the coastline.

We left our things at a friend's unoccupied villa near the beach—a very
grand ocean-view property.

A group of us went to the beach. I ran excitedly along the wide sand, under the sun and blue sky,
the soft sand giving me a great sense of security.

Mom and Uncle Duan walked behind. Uncle Duan had a camera hanging around his neck and casually
took pictures of Mom.

I ran back and messed with the camera, and Uncle Duan smiled and pressed the shutter on me, then said to Mom, "Sis
, stand this way, that direction is a bit backlit."

"...Never mind, I didn't put on much makeup today, it won't look good..." Mom
seemed a little shy.

Liar, I clearly prepared carefully before leaving today!

"It's not easy to get out here, and it's rare to make friends while traveling, it's always good to have some memories~" Uncle Duan
smiled and kept persuading Mom. Mom didn't say anything more, smiling shyly as if she agreed,
holding a sun hat against the sea breeze, constantly posing for Uncle Duan.

The seawater was a clear, azure blue, unlike the murky pool behind the hotel. I excitedly splashed around in the shallows.

Seeing this, my mother immediately stopped smiling at the camera and scolded me, "Don't get wet
!"

"It's alright, sis, the kids rarely come here," Uncle Duan said kindly.

"But..."

"I think it's perfect timing. My friend's family has some swim trunks for kids. They often come over to play in the water; borrowing them
shouldn't be a problem." Uncle Duan then waved to me, "Let's go! Change first!"

"How could I..." My mother wanted to say something, but Uncle Duan waved her away, interrupting her. The three of us
went back to the villa.

Uncle Duan found me a small pair of swim trunks, which I immediately changed into in the living room. Then Uncle Duan
said to my mother, "Sis, since you rarely come here, my friend's wife happens to have many new swimsuits. Why don't you and the kids
play together?"

At first, Mom was a little embarrassed and repeatedly said no, but Uncle Duan continued to persuade her for a long time before she finally lowered her head and agreed.

Once it was settled, Uncle Duan happily said, "Okay!" and quickly brought down a large
shopping bag from the second floor, saying to Mom, "Sis, these are all standard sizes, they'll definitely fit. Go in and pick out
what you like~"

Mom quickly thanked him, took the bag, and went into the bathroom. Uncle Duan had also changed into shorts, revealing his
muscular upper body and thick chest hair. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Mom
came out of the bedroom wearing a purple bikini.

Uncle Duan's eyes widened, and he stood there speechless for a long time. Mom asked somewhat shyly, "Won't it
be a little small…?"

The bikini was a two-piece design; the lower half was a drawstring brief, and the upper half was a halter top that went around the back
of the neck. Perhaps the size was off; the so-called standard size made Mom's enormous breasts extremely conspicuous
. Not only were the white hemispheres on the sides exposed, but the prominent cleavage in the middle made her breasts look like jelly about to burst
.

"Oh...no, no, it's perfect! Sis, your figure is amazing!" Uncle Duan quickly said
.

"No way...I'm already so old..." Mom said, but the happy expression on her face
clearly showed that she was still very pleased.

"Sis, in my opinion, you are more beautiful and sexy than many celebrities on TV!" Uncle Duan's blatant praise made
Mom's cheeks blush instantly. Mom didn't say anything, but silently put her hair up in a bun
.

After getting ready, we headed back to the beach, Uncle Duan still had his camera hanging around his neck.

Back on the beach, without any worries, I was like a wild horse, splashing around in the water, while
Mom, who had changed into a smaller-sized bikini, was noticeably more shy and reserved.

Uncle Duan initially pretended to take some photos of me, but later he only kept pressing the shutter button on my mother
.

With Uncle Duan's constant encouragement, my mother gradually relaxed and posed for his camera.
Her pose and smile were even more confident and alluring than before.

Her snow-white body, with its faint blue veins visible in the sunlight, was particularly striking, especially when Mom
playfully ran, her large breasts appearing like water bags about to fly away, causing Uncle Duan to exclaim repeatedly and
press the shutter button repeatedly, quickly using up a roll of film.

Uncle Duan quickly switched to a new roll, continuing to focus the lens on Mom, who was stretching and calling out. At that
moment, I noticed that one of Mom's breasts seemed to have swung out from the side due to the earlier vigorous movement,
revealing a large area of the areola and half of the nipple through the edge of her bikini.

Mom herself didn't seem to notice, and Uncle Duan didn't say anything, just continued pressing the shutter
while repeatedly saying, "Yes, sis, like that, raise both hands~"

I quickly ran over, pointed at Mom's chest, and laughed loudly, "Shame on you, your grandma is showing! Hahaha
!"

Upon hearing this, Mom immediately looked down to check, and after her initial surprise, quickly adjusted herself. Then, she suddenly looked up,
her little mouth pouting, glaring angrily at Uncle Duan, who was still pressing the shutter.

"Bad guy!"

she said, pretending to hit him. Uncle Duan quickly laughed and dodged, constantly teasing her. The two of
them chased and played around in a small circle, laughing, while Mom's breasts swayed violently in front of her,
keeping Uncle Duan's eyes glued

to them. Suddenly, Mom tripped Uncle Duan, causing him to stumble and fall.
Mom, whose hand Uncle Duan was holding, also fell onto him, landing directly on top of him
.

Both of them fell silent. Mom slightly supported herself with her hands, staring at Uncle Duan, her soft, large
breasts flattened against his chest. Uncle Duan also stared intently at Mom above him; the atmosphere
was somewhat awkward.

Until I suddenly splashed seawater at them, laughing and dodging away. The two men were startled at first, then laughed and
stood up, going to the shallow water and launching into a lively water-splashing game.

Accompanied by screams from my and Uncle Duan's combined attacks on my mother, her large breasts
were repeatedly exposed, swinging freely. Uncle Duan, undeterred by the water,
frantically pressed the shutter button on my mother, his lower body, which had been erect like an iron rod since he stood up, remained stiff.

I found everything amusing and comical, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

---

After playing all morning, the group returned to the villa for a quick shower. My mother seemed no longer shy,
playfully entering the bathroom with Uncle Duan, closing the door tightly before I heard the sound of it locking.

Sitting in the living room after changing, I grew impatient hearing their laughter inside. Especially Mom,
who would occasionally let out a loud scream, only to have it drowned out by their laughter.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the two finally came out, dressed. Mom, her face flushed, smiled
and went to dry her hair, while Uncle Duan, looking completely at ease, came over and joked with me.

After leaving the house, Uncle Duan drove us to the nearest charming little restaurant for dinner. While Uncle
Duan went to the restroom, Mom leaned down mischievously and whispered with a sly smile, "Do you think Uncle Duan likes
me?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I don't know!" Although I didn't understand why Mom asked me that question
, I instinctively felt disgusted and somewhat disdainful of her infatuated behavior of being unable to move when she saw a handsome man.

After dinner, Mom noticed me squinting and nodding my head repeatedly, so she asked Uncle Duan to find
me a blanket so I could sleep in the car for a while. When I woke up, I found myself still lying in the car, not back at the villa
, nor in the run-down hotel.

Looking around, it seemed to be a coconut grove surrounded by the sea on three sides. My mother and Uncle Duan weren't in the car; the windows were open
, and the doors weren't locked.

I rubbed my eyes, opened the car door, and got out to look for my mother, walking towards the distant beach. I vaguely saw
figures moving at the boundary between the grove and the coconut trees.

Suddenly, a long, white leg stretched out from beside a coconut tree, wearing the same light
blue high heels my mother had worn that morning.

I rushed over, but heard a clear, rapid breath from my mother.

Getting closer, I saw Uncle Duan holding my mother's buttocks up with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft, white flesh, his mouth
passionately kissing her. My mother's entire body was pressed against the tree, her two smooth, white legs tightly
wrapped around Uncle Duan's waist, her lower body twisting and rubbing against his abdomen.

Looking at the ecstatic expression on my mother's face, I felt a deep sense of betrayal and injustice. I rushed forward, my voice trembling with tears,
and shouted at the two "hooligans," "What are you doing?!"

They were both startled. Mom immediately got off Uncle Duan's waist, brushed aside his
hand that was gripping her bottom, straightened her skirt which had been lifted, and knelt down in front of me, constantly comforting me as I cried.

Mom stroked my head, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry. Uncle Duan just saw Mom was unhappy and wanted to
cheer her up. He didn't bully Mom~ Okay, don't cry, don't cry..."

For a child, the specific meaning of reasons and logic isn't that important. Seeing Mom's concerned and
anxious attitude, my anger had already subsided considerably.

Uncle Duan stood helplessly to the side, his mouth smeared with lipstick by Mom, and Mom's mouth was also a
mess. I burst into laughter through my tears, pointing at Mom's face, "Two big smeared cats, hahaha~"

Upon hearing this, Mom and Uncle Duan exchanged glances, their faces instantly turning red. They chuckled softly along with me,
and then all was well.

That evening, I thought we were going back to the hotel, but Uncle Duan told my mom that since we were already there, we should enjoy ourselves
for a couple of days before going back, since his friend wouldn't be back for a day or two anyway.

I wasn't really keen on staying, but my mom didn't hesitate or refuse at all, and just nodded slightly in silent
agreement.

In the evening, Uncle Duan went out to buy groceries and some clothes and toiletries. My mom first made my bed on the second floor, and then...
I went to Uncle Duan's room next door to tidy up, and for some reason, I sprayed perfume all around.

When Uncle Duan returned, he personally cooked a sumptuous seafood feast. My mother helped in the kitchen
, her expression like that of a woman in love—something I'd never seen before at home.

At the dinner table, Uncle Duan deliberately turned off the main light, leaving only a small yellow lamp to create the illusion of a candlelight dinner.
My mother sat facing Uncle Duan, leaning against me, smiling demurely.

My frantic activity didn't affect the strangely ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them. Uncle Duan kept telling
jokes, making my mother laugh heartily, her tone different from usual, sounding somewhat overly charming and insincere
.

Occasionally, I would deliberately imitate my mother's wanton laughter, and my mother would smile and
pinch my thigh hard, ignoring my loud cries of pain, just focused on chatting and laughing with Uncle Duan.

"Sis, how do you maintain such a great figure? You're so beautiful, your husband is so lucky
!"

"Haha, you're just trying to flatter me~" The exchange between the two had long since gone beyond the norm; they gradually stopped eating, simply staring at each other

with infatuation . 　　Although the table blocked the view, I still saw Mom slowly stick one foot out of her slipper, slightly raising it forward, her eyes fixed on Uncle Duan with seductive allure. 　　Uncle Duan's body visibly trembled, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, but the look in his eyes seemed to want to devour Mom. 　　Mom's snow-white thigh moved back and forth, and sensing something was wrong, I suddenly leaned down and looked under the table to see what was happening. 　　I saw Mom's bare foot rubbing incessantly against Uncle Duan's crotch, while Uncle Duan's left hand gently kneaded Mom's calf. 　　"Mom!" I yelled, "You kicked someone!" 　　Faced with my indignant shout, Mom didn't react much, but slowly pulled her leg back and lowered her head, stirring the food in her plate with her fork. Uncle Duan stared at Mom, sniffing his left hand. 　　The strange dinner finally ended, and Mom took the initiative to wash the dishes and tidy the kitchen. Uncle Duan went to take a shower , came out wearing shorts, and chatted with me while I watched TV. 　　After finishing, Mom sat down to peel fruit for me and Uncle Duan. 　　At this moment, Uncle Duan suddenly gestured to Mom, "Sis, go take a shower. I just bought you new pajamas; your clothes must be sweaty after wearing them all day." 　　Mom paused for a moment, then nodded and got up to take a shower. Before entering the bathroom, Uncle Duan handed her a large plastic basket. Mom curiously rummaged through the clothes inside, blushed, and playfully slapped Uncle Duan's arm, saying "You bad guy!" Then, laughing, she took the basket and went into the bathroom. Uncle Duan, looking particularly happy, returned. 　　A short while later, the bathroom door opened, and Uncle Duan looked over expectantly, making me curiously turn my head to take a look. 　　I saw Mom wearing a dark blue silk spaghetti strap dress; the lace trim barely covered her prominent nipples and buttocks. Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra , swayed violently with each step, and beneath her long, snow-white legs were contrasting black lace panties. 　　Uncle Duan was speechless, his mouth agape. Mom, surprisingly, showed no embarrassment, playfully pouting at Uncle Duan, making a gouging motion with two fingers, and without drying her hair, walked over with a smile. 　　Mom walked up to me, picked up an orange, bent over with her legs straight, her backside facing Uncle Duan , and slowly peeled it for me. Then she tore off half and put it in my mouth. I happily took it, savoring the sweet and sour taste. 　　Mom's bent-over body caused her two round breasts to almost fall out, her two pointed nipples standing erect, full of forbidden and exposed allure, making my young heart race. 　　Uncle Duan, on the other hand, kept staring intently at us, at Mom's deliberately raised buttocks. 　　After a while, Mom finally threw the rest of the orange into her mouth, turned around to wipe her mouth with a tissue, and I was surprised to find that Mom's backside was completely exposed, even more explicit than the thong I had seen the night before , with only a thin strap digging deeply into the slit of her flesh covered with black hair. 　　Mom tossed aside the toilet paper and plopped down next to Uncle Duan, pouting and looking at him with a seemingly resentful yet amused expression. 　　Uncle Duan pointed to his crotch, where a small tent was bulging out of his shorts like an iron pillar . Mom chuckled, lightly patted it, then suddenly gripped it tightly, tilting her head to look at the TV while her hand kept kneading it. 　　Uncle Duan, suppressing his heavy breathing, also turned his gaze forward. 　　Feeling a bit bored, I switched the TV to a cartoon channel. At this point, adults would usually express dissatisfaction and then argue with me briefly, but this time, there was complete silence in the back. I assumed Mom was in a good mood today and acquiesced to my whims, so I focused on watching. 　　After a while, we reached an interesting point. I wanted to interact with Uncle Duan and Mom, so I turned around and said to them, "Look, isn't Little Fur Ball amazing!" 　　But Mom was lying on the sofa back with her eyes closed, seemingly powerless, her bare lower body wide open. Uncle Duan's hand was constantly stroking and kneading between Mom's snow-white thighs and the crotch of her black underwear . 　　"Yes, yes, it's really amazing and cool..." Uncle Duan chimed in, but his hand didn't stop moving. 　　I was happy, since adults rarely want to seriously discuss animation with children. So I started talking non-stop while watching TV. 　　Not long after, Mom suddenly screamed "Ah!" I turned around and saw that Mom was trembling all over, just like last night. 　　Mom's thighs were like two jade pillars, tightly clamping Uncle Duan's hand between them. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, her hand still gripping Uncle Duan's iron rod through her pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing~ Mom and I were tired during the day, I'm giving Mom a massage, look," Uncle Duan said
, then suddenly poked at her with his hand that was being held in place. Mom gasped and curled up abruptly
. "Ask Mom if she's comfortable?"

Hearing this, Mom buried her head in Uncle Duan's back as if embarrassed,
patting him hard with her hands. Uncle Duan laughed and dodged, continuing to talk to me about the anime.

After a while, Mom finally lifted her flushed face, her eyes avoiding my gaze, her
still-wet hair disheveled, staring blankly at the television.

The next time I turned my head from the TV, Mom was already lying on Uncle Duan's lap
. Uncle Duan used a cushion to cover Mom's head and his crotch, leaving her snow-white buttocks and waist
completely exposed. A black ribbon tightly bound between her buttocks, glistening with a hint of
moisture.

Uncle Duan made a "shh" gesture to me and whispered, "Mom's asleep..."

I was skeptical, because I could clearly see Mom's head moving slightly up and down on Uncle Duan's lap
.

Uncle Duan suddenly asked me, "What's Mao Mei's superpower?"

I immediately perked up and started explaining like an expert, pointing at the characters on TV. Uncle Duan
kept saying "uh-huh" to show he was listening.

After a while, I noticed Uncle Duan was silent. Turning around, I saw Mom had just sat up, and Uncle Duan quickly
adjusted his pants and lay back on the sofa, panting heavily, his groin already bulging.

Just as Mom reached for the tissues, Uncle Duan suddenly grabbed her hand and said to me, "
Ask Mom, was Little Furball impressive?"

I immediately looked at Mom expectantly. Mom looked surprised at first, then glared at Uncle Duan
.

Under our combined gazes, Mom, who hadn't spoken for a long time, seemed to swallow something, exhaled,
and softly said, "Impressive." Uncle Duan immediately clapped his hands with a smile.

Mom then pinched Uncle Duan's shoulder a few times, and Uncle Duan laughed and cried out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Watching the two of them
interact enthusiastically with the animation, I laughed happily along with them.

---

Afterwards, Uncle Duan stood up and said it was almost time for him to go to sleep. He then gave Mom a subtle
wink and went upstairs.

Mom waited a while and then said she was going to help me take a bath, telling me to hurry up and watch a little longer before
going upstairs herself. Watching Mom's exposed, snow-white lower body disappear from my sight, I quickly
focused on the last few minutes.

But Mom didn't come down for a long time, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the sofa. Mom
obviously didn't wake me after the animation ended, but the first time I'd watched something I really enjoyed without anyone bothering me made me very
happy.

When Mom shook me awake, the TV was showing an unfamiliar late-night program, and Mom had
changed into a plain pink cotton nightgown; her expression and appearance seemed to have returned to the mother I knew.

Although I was still sleepy, Mom still made sure I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth, and took a bath. Going upstairs, I noticed
Uncle Deng's room door was tightly closed, very quiet.

Closing the door, I was overcome with sleep and fell into a deep sleep while hugging Mom.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the urge to urinate. Rubbing my eyes, I got up and found my mother wasn't beside me; the bedside was empty.

I opened the door and stepped into the second-floor hallway. I heard continuous muffled
thuds and a woman's loud screams coming from Uncle Duan's room, along with the sound of a Simmons mattress violently deforming.

Just as I reached the door, I heard heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, followed by
slight thuds against the walls.

The man's rough "heh heh" and the woman's unrestrained screams, rising with each thud, became increasingly clear
. My mother and Uncle Duan…were they fighting?

A wave of panic washed over me. I was about to knock when several heavy footsteps suddenly grew closer, then
"thump," something seemed to slam heavily against the door. The door began to rattle and bang
, almost shaking the ground, and the groans and screams of a man and a woman were right next to my ears.

I rushed forward and pounded on the door, crying and calling out incoherently for my mother.

The noises inside the door gradually stopped, followed by a soft murmur. Then,
a yellow light suddenly shone through the doorway, and the lights inside were turned on.

After a rustling sound, the door finally opened, and Mom came out wearing an oversized men's shirt
. Her prominent nipples indicated she wasn't wearing a bra, and the shirt barely covered her buttocks.
A pair of what looked like fishnets were covering her long legs; her pink pajamas were nowhere to be seen.

Mom wiped away the tears from my eyes, and without saying a word, pulled me into the room. As we left, I
glimpsed Uncle Duan lying on the large bed, the blanket draped over his waist, revealing his hairy legs.

Back at the bedroom door, I told Mom I needed to pee, and she took me to the bathroom upstairs,
leaning against me and yawning incessantly.

While I was urinating, I asked, "Mom, what are you wearing on your legs...?"

"Oh, this, socks."

"Why are there so many holes in your socks...?" Before I could finish, Mom hurriedly urged me on, interrupting
the conversation.

Back in the bedroom, Mom turned off the light, hugged me, and closed her eyes. Faced with my questions, she used the
excuse, "Mom isn't feeling well, Uncle Duan is helping Mom exercise." After that, whenever I spoke, Mom would speak to stop me
, subtly forcing me to fall asleep quickly.

Because we were so close, I really disliked the stench of men's sweat on Mom's shirt, which
kept me from falling asleep for a long time, so I pretended not to move.

Not long after, seeing that my breathing had become even, Mom let go of me, quietly got out of bed, and
slowly opened the door and left.

I remained motionless for a few minutes, and after confirming that the doorway was quiet, I got up and, barefoot,
moved to Uncle Duan's door again.

The loud noises from outside were no longer audible, so I pressed my ear gently against the door,
listening carefully to the conversation inside.

After a series of hushed, teasing laughs, I thought I heard my mother's voice, tinged with complaint, "
Be quiet, don't wake the child again..."

"It's my fault, I was so horny, hehe..."

"You're so annoying... um... ah... ah, be quiet..."

Hearing the Simmons mattress begin its rhythmic, muffled thuds again, I pulled my ear away. Their secret
activities had already killed my curiosity; let them exercise if they want.

I returned to my room and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The following days were still not peaceful. Even as dawn broke,
the rhythmic sounds of my mother's joy and anguish from next door could still be faintly heard through the window…

The

next morning, upon waking, I found my mother still hadn't returned to her room. I went to Uncle Duan's bedroom door and tried
to turn the handle, but it was locked from the inside.

I tried gently knocking, hoping to wake the two lazybones inside, but there was no response. Afraid that continuing
to knock would anger the adults, I went downstairs, opened the refrigerator, grabbed some snacks for breakfast, and went out
to play by myself.

Before I knew it, I had played in the water for two hours. When I returned, I found the two of them still hadn't gotten up
.

With sand and water on my feet, I climbed back upstairs and tried the doorknob again, to my surprise, it
opened!

Overjoyed at breaking through the barrier, I excitedly ran inside, but as soon as I entered, I smelled a salty, damp
odor.

The room was a mess. Beside me lay my mother's dark blue silk nightgown from the previous night,
along with her black lace-trimmed panties, stained with a white, dried-up snot-like substance.

On the large bed, the sheets were crumpled beyond recognition, and most of the straw mat was draped to one
side. My mother lay face down, a thin white sheet only draped around her waist, her bare, white buttocks
exposed to the air, the pubic hair-covered cleft slightly red and swollen, looking sticky and wet
.

Uncle Duan lay on his back beside me, fast asleep, his groin completely exposed, his large, hairy
penis limp and askew.

Crumpled toilet paper and several blue, transparent rubber bands resembling balloons littered the floor beside the bed.
Curious, I picked one up and found it filled with a strange, white, sticky substance.

Seeing my mother sleeping on her stomach, I was suddenly seized by a mischievous impulse. Holding the rubber band, I excitedly ran
to the bedside and, pointing at my mother's exposed bottom, slapped it across the face.

A sharp "smack!" echoed, and a small handprint appeared on her snow-white buttocks. My mother immediately woke up
, looking up at me with a mixture of panic and confusion.

I jumped aside, pointing at her bottom and shouting, "Naked bottom! Shame on you! Hahaha!"

Uncle Duan also woke up at this moment, and just as he was about to grab the blanket to cover his genitals, my mother snatched
the entire thin blanket, wrapped it around herself in terror, and immediately ran off the bed to chase after me.

I laughed and ran towards the door, but before I could take more than a few steps, my mother grabbed me, snatched the rubber
band from my hand, and the white, sticky substance inside immediately smeared all over her hand.

Before I could react, my mother forcefully pushed me out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I was getting a little annoyed and kept knocking on the door, calling for my mother. From inside came her low,
angry voice, "Why didn't you lock the door properly?!"

"I did lock it... oh... I guess I forgot when I came back from the bathroom..."

There was a flurry of noise from inside; the two of them seemed to be tidying up quickly. I got bored of knocking
and went downstairs to turn on the TV.

After a while, Uncle Duan came out first, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, greeted me, and then went
into a guest room to get a bunch of clothes and pants before going upstairs.

Later, when my mother came downstairs, she had changed into a pure white cotton t-shirt and a pair of slightly worn dark skinny
jeans, which looked like the lady of the house's old clothes. Yesterday they were a little hesitant, but today it seemed they had
completely made themselves at home.

It was almost noon, and I started to feel hungry, so the two of them decided to heat up the leftovers from last night
.

My mother was busy in the kitchen, and Uncle Duan ran over with a grin, offering to help.

Amidst my mother's giggling laughter, I glanced towards the kitchen with a bad feeling. Sure enough, Uncle Duan
was lifting the hem of my mother's white t-shirt, his hands lewdly groping her round buttocks. My mother
, laughing and shouting that she hated it, twisted her body. Her jeans were low-rise, and without the shirt's cover,
two or three black straps were immediately visible at her lower back, like the edges of her underwear.

"You slut~ dressed so provocatively first thing in the morning~ tell me, aren't you slutty! Aren't you slutty!"

Uncle Duan growled in a low voice, stopping his rubbing of my mother's buttocks and instead
repeatedly stretching the black straps, then snapping them back with a thud.

"It's all because of these weird pants you bought me~ and you said I... be gentle
... don't let the children see..." My mother's expression became confused, her eyes narrowed, and her hands
stopped what they were doing.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, he's watching TV... My darling~ I can't get enough of touching you
..."

Although they deliberately lowered their voices, I wasn't stupid. Such blatant conversation and actions had already
aroused my strong dissatisfaction.

I ran over and shouted at the couple who were almost locked in a tangle, "You're not allowed to touch Mommy!!"

The two stopped, and Mommy quickly removed Uncle Duan's hand from her buttocks and tugged at
the hem of her clothes.

I rushed over and slapped Uncle Duan's arm a few times, yelling, "No! No! You're not allowed
to touch me!"

But Uncle Duan grabbed me in no time, laughing as he pushed me out of the kitchen, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't
touch you."

His grip was surprisingly strong, completely contradicting his relaxed tone. My arm ached
, and after getting out, I struggled free and ran upstairs as if fleeing. He sat indifferently on the sofa watching
TV.

Upstairs, I saw Uncle Duan's open bedroom door, and my curiosity, interrupted by Mom that morning, rekindled
. Taking advantage of their inattention, I quickly sneaked inside.

Mom had mostly cleaned the room; the pajamas, underwear, toilet paper, and rubber bands were gone, and
the bed was neatly made. I focused my attention on the trash can next to the bed. Sure enough, among a pile of
toilet paper, I found seven or eight rubber bands and some candy-like wrappers, emitting a slightly fishy smell
.

On a whim, I found a relatively clean one, grabbed it, ran downstairs to the sink, rinsed it quickly, and
started filling it with water through the hose.

Soon, the rubber ring transformed into a huge water balloon, with a nipple-like bump at the front—it felt
much better quality than a regular balloon.

Excitedly, I ran to the kitchen, proudly showing off to my mother, "Mom, look!" My mother turned
around, saw the water balloon in my hand, and exclaimed, "Oh dear!" She immediately stopped what she was doing
, ran over, and snatched the water balloon from my hand.

My mother's face flushed red, while Uncle Duan laughed heartily, clutching his stomach. Ignoring my constant crying and banging behind her
, my mother went to the bathroom, drained the water from the balloon, and then quickly ran upstairs with the rubber ring
.

Back down, holding the trash bag, she glared at Uncle Duan, who was laughing so hard he was almost in tears
, and quickly ran outside to throw it away. Left alone, bewildered and standing there in a daze...
In

the

afternoon, Mom and Uncle Duan seemed to have lost all interest in hiking, instead sunbathing on the deserted beach outside the villa
. Mom wore a white one-piece swimsuit, her waist and back exposed, the fabric around her
neck style.

Uncle Duan was also wearing white floral shorts, carrying a parasol and two mats, thus
creating a makeshift haven on the beach. Mom wore aviator sunglasses, lying on a mat with her legs crossed, exuding
an air of elegance.

I continued playing in the water alone, starting to feel increasingly bored.

Then Uncle Duan took out a bottle of sunscreen, squeezed out a little, and applied it to Mom's straight legs. For some reason
, the way Uncle Duan moved his hands over Mom's snow-white skin from her calves to her thighs gave me a slightly lewd
feeling.

My mother was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see her expression clearly, but her slightly trembling, open mouth revealed her inner pleasure
.

I wanted to go up to her and say, "Don't touch Mom's legs," but I vaguely felt a little guilty. After a while,
I realized that my mother had somehow stripped naked and was lying face down on the mat, her white swimsuit underneath her
. Uncle Duan's hands were roaming over her back and buttocks.

I immediately went up to my mother and anxiously shouted, "Mom, why are you taking your clothes off?!"

Seeing my mother so brazenly exposing her body to a man, enjoying his lewd advances
, coupled with the series of things that had made me uncomfortable before, I felt a surge
of anger, as if I had finally seen the light.

My mother looked up at me from the front but didn't say anything. Uncle Duan chuckled, "Uncle's
putting sunscreen on Mom, how can you do that without taking her clothes off, right, sis?"

He then pinched Mom's soft, white buttocks hard, deliberately spreading them apart to
reveal her hairy, dark red flesh. Mom remained silent, only letting out soft moans, burying her head deeply in her
arms.

I was speechless for a moment; the bizarre scene before me made me uncomfortable. I ran away from them to
the other side of a large, distant rock.

The sand there was damp. I drew on the ground, bored, but a small wave would
wash it all away. Feeling utterly listless, I started walking back after a while.

Just past the rock, I saw Mom lying face up in the distance.

Getting closer, I realized Uncle Duan was letting Mom lean against his stomach, his hands around her armpits,
his fingers constantly fiddling with her nipples.

A pair of large, white breasts, coated with sunscreen, gleamed in the sunlight, their exquisite whiteness revealing visible
veins that rippled with each touch of my fingers.

The nipples, slightly darker and swollen from nursing, only served to draw more attention
.

My mother, completely naked, unconsciously parted her legs, revealing thick pubic hair and a
moist, glistening, bright red vulva that seemed to be constantly contracting.

With Uncle Duan's ministrations, my mother's body convulsed rhythmically, her mouth opening and closing
, emitting moans that sounded like pain.

Even as I approached, their lewd acts continued. My mother, eyes closed
, began to moan softly. Uncle Duan noticed me but merely glanced at me, his hands continuing their actions
.

I felt utterly powerless and hopeless
, unable to stop these two from their intimacy. I walked to the beach ahead and angrily kicked at the water.

The sound of sweeping water finally woke my mother. "Why didn't you tell me the child was here!" I could feel a
flurry of activity behind me.

After a few whispers, my mother came over and patted my shoulder. I thought she wanted to apologize, so
I didn't turn around, just keeping my head down and sulking.

But my mother said softly, "Sweetie, why don't you play by yourself for a while? Mommy isn't feeling well, and Uncle Duan and I..."
"Uncle's going back inside first. Remember to come back when you're tired of playing!" He then kissed me on the ear and turned
to leave.

I felt an overwhelming sense of indescribable grievance. Holding back my tears, I waited until they were far away. Then I turned
around and saw Mom dressed, and Uncle Duan, carrying the folded umbrella and mat, leaving the beach without looking back
. Uncle Duan occasionally patted Mom's bottom, and Mom didn't flinch or complain; instead, she drew closer.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. It seemed Mom probably preferred
"exercise" with Uncle Duan to her own son.

I stood outside alone, sulking for a long time, even imagining how
Mom would feel for the rest of her life if I drowned in the sea. I also wondered if walking alone along the beach
would also cause Mom sadness and worry. Crying and sulking, I continued to fantasize about
emotional revenge against Mom.

Time passed, and the sun was beginning to set. My mother, who was always very concerned about my safety,
had actually left me alone on the dangerous beach for so long.

My initial anger subsided, replaced by fear of the deserted beach. I immediately turned and
ran back towards the villa.

But when I reached the front door, I found it locked again. Enraged, I was about to kick it when
I heard a similar noise to the previous night.

I suddenly remembered a floor-to-ceiling window next to the swimming pool outside the living room, offering a view inside. So I immediately
went around the front door to the dry pool and found the window facing the setting sun.

Because of the sunlight reflecting off it, I pressed my face against the glass, but what I saw shocked me
.

Uncle Duan was standing naked, facing me sideways, while my mother, with one leg raised and propped up on the back of the sofa, stood in front of her
.

My mother was wearing a pair of red pointed high heels I'd never seen before, and a vibrant red
Chinese-style cheongsam. The hem of the cheongsam was shockingly short; with the slightest lift of her leg, her entire lower body was exposed.

With Uncle Duan's violent thrusts, Mom's buttocks swayed violently like a collapsing frame, her hair
and one hand held tightly by Uncle Duan. Mom's face was hidden by her swaying hair, making it impossible to see her
expression.

I was stunned. I ran to the door and pounded on it with my hands and feet, yelling for it to open. But my shouts continued
; my yelling and banging seemed to have no effect on the man and woman inside.

Five minutes later, the door opened, and I was greeted by Mom in her lewd red attire. Facing
my loud, tearful questioning, Mom seemed somewhat guilty and bent down, repeatedly apologizing. As she squatted down, Mom's thighs were completely spread, her crotch bare, revealing

a patch of dark forest and a wet, fleshy slit . 　　"What are you two doing?" I cried helplessly. 　　"Oh dear, don't cry, don't cry, baby, don't cry, Mommy and Uncle Duan... are exercising... " 　　Mommy said the familiar lines, her voice trembling slightly, as if she couldn't shake off the lingering excitement . 　　At that moment, a white liquid slowly trickled down Mommy's inner thigh. To my surprise, I discovered it was coming from her thick labia. Pointing at it, I murmured to Mommy, "Mommy, you peed... Shame on you..." 　　Hearing this, Mommy looked down and her face flushed crimson. She quickly went inside to find some toilet paper to wipe herself, then went into the bathroom to wash. 　　Uncle Duan was already dressed and sitting on the sofa watching TV, still smiling at me. I was annoyed with him, so I didn't speak to him. Before dinner 　　, Mom, having changed into a regular long dress, tossed the red cheongsam and high heels to Uncle Duan. 　　"Here you go! What kind of junk is this! Bad stuff..." 　　"But you like it too...hehe." He then prepared to pinch Mom's bottom, but Mom instinctively glanced over and saw me watching them, quickly stopping Uncle Duan's hand. 　　Dinner was a casual meal at a small restaurant outside. Nothing much happened that night. Mom seemed particularly tired; after showering, she went straight to sleep and didn't go to Uncle Duan's room in the middle of the night, which made me feel somewhat relieved. 　　The next day, partly because I couldn't stand it anymore and insisted on leaving, and partly because Uncle Duan's friend seemed to be returning in a day or two, Mom changed back into her sky-blue long dress and took all the old clothes she had worn the past two days to wash. 　　It seemed our beach vacation was coming to an end, and the thought of leaving Uncle Duan filled me with immense joy. 　　I spent the whole morning happily helping Mom tidy up the house, during which I found a large blue box containing only one or two unopened rubber bands, which Mom immediately snatched away. 　　After saying goodbye to the seaside villa, Uncle Duan drove us back to the city. I was happy the whole way, and Mom didn't show the disappointment I had expected; she chatted with Uncle Duan 　　as if she were at home. Back in our room on the third floor of the hotel, I felt like I was back in my own little home, rushing to the small, firm bed. I thought Mom would say goodbye to Uncle Duan here, but he seemed to have no intention of leaving. The two of them chatted and laughed normally, even unconsciously cuddling on the sofa again. 　　I was extremely unhappy, wondering how long this man was going to stay. So, with a mischievous glint in my eye, I directly asked Uncle Duan, who was grinning and fidgeting, "Uncle Duan, when are you leaving?" 　　Uncle Duan looked at me with a smile, "Leave? Why would I leave? Uncle's going to play with you for a few more days. Anyway, I'm not busy, right, sis?" 　　I looked at my mother in his arms, remaining obedient like a little woman, not saying a word, and gently fiddling with Uncle Duan's fingers. 　　I suddenly felt a sense of despair, jumped off the bed, and yelled at my mother, "Mom, I want to go downstairs to play! Take me downstairs!"

My mother looked troubled. "Honey, Mom's tired too. Why don't you just go downstairs by yourself
?"

Hearing this, I got even angrier. I put on my shoes, slammed the door, and went downstairs.

The weather was gloomy again, as if it were about to rain. I ran along the rather plain, simple beach.

There were a few children playing in the sand. I went over to try and join them, but soon they were all
called back by their parents.

I stood alone on the beach, feeling incredibly lonely and sad.

After a while, I returned to the third floor of the hotel, hoping against hope. But when I got to my room
and tried to turn the doorknob, I was devastated to find it locked again. Just then, in my utter despair, I suddenly noticed a small triangular slit in the glass window

next to the room, apparently because the curtains weren't drawn . 　　I looked through the slit and was immediately startled, taking a step back. 　　Before me was my mother's face, her mouth agape, less than ten centimeters away. She was facing the window with her eyes closed, shouting something I couldn't understand. 　　A quick glance revealed that my mother was suspended in mid-air, supporting herself on the bed with her hands. Behind her, Uncle Duan was holding her thighs, wrapping them around his waist, and thrusting rapidly and violently. Thanks to the surprisingly good soundproofing, it felt like watching a lewd silent film. 　　Uncle Duan's limp penis from yesterday morning was now like a dark iron rod, moving in and out of my mother's buttocks, drawing out white fluid and fine threads. My mother's skirt was tossed aside; she was wearing the same black lace lingerie as that night, except now she had stockings . 　　Her breasts were completely exposed, shaking violently, and her thong was pulled to one side of her buttocks, making way for the large penis thrusting in and out. 　　I started pounding on the glass in front of me, wailing loudly. My mother, startled by the sudden noise, opened her eyes and saw me so close . She immediately tried to stop Uncle Duan from penetrating her , 　　but with her weight entirely on her upper body, she was powerless. She began shouting something at Uncle Duan, who only glanced in her direction and didn't stop. 　　My mother turned back and cried out in despair, but soon, with the continued thrusting and pumping, she closed her eyes again, her expression dazed, and began to ramble incoherently. 　　My crying and pounding attracted the attention of passersby. A couple of residents on the same floor opened their doors and peeked out to see what was happening. 　　My mother's face flushed red, and she wouldn't look at me. After a long while, as if making a decision, she used all her strength to pull the curtains shut, instantly separating us. 　　I immediately fell silent. I walked to the door and tried kicking it twice, then slumped against it, sitting there helplessly . After a long while, no one came to open the door, and the other residents all went back inside. 　　Finally, my mother opened the door, wearing only black lingerie, and knelt down to try and pull me inside. But I wouldn't move, not wanting to say a word. Inside, Uncle Duan lay on the bed, idly lighting a cigarette. 　　My mother, almost naked, blushed deeply, constantly looking around, afraid someone would see her. 　　Finally, she had no choice but to kneel down, stroking the back of my head and trying to persuade me, repeating the same lies I was already tired of. 　　"I...I don't want you to exercise with Uncle Duan!" Finally, after saying this, I burst into tears. My mother was still looking around in fear, pleading with me in a low voice, "Okay , okay, Mommy won't exercise anymore~ Sweetie~ Come in quickly! Mommy begs you!" 　　In the end, I still went into the house, but given my emotions and the current situation, my mother had no choice but to persuade the very reluctant Uncle Duan to leave. She came to my side, comforting me, patting my back, and wiping away my tears. After I calmed down a bit, I saw a trickle of viscous liquid 　　slowly seeping from between my mother's legs through the seam of her black thong. Pointing at it, I said, "Mom, you peed again... Shame on you! Hahaha!" My mother blushed, but didn't bother to clean herself, and laughed along with me... For 　　the next two days, my mother and I were alone together, and I thought Uncle Duan would never appear in our lives again. 　　But two days later, at the home of my mother's female friend, who finally had some free time, after spending the afternoon there, my mother suddenly told me to listen to Aunt Chen, then let go of my hand, opened the door, and went downstairs alone. 　　I initially thought she was going downstairs to buy something, until I saw her smiling as she got into the familiar Jeep from the window, and then I realized what had happened. 　　I ran towards the door in a panic, crying and shouting, "Mom, you can't abandon me!" Aunt Chen held me tightly , constantly comforting me, "Mom's just going to run some errands, I'll be back in a couple of days, I won't abandon you, sweetie~ " But 　　I could 　　n't hear a word she said. I knew 　　Mom was going to do something I didn't like with Uncle Duan again, going to exercise 　　... ---------------- ... 　　I watched the coastline gradually disappear outside the window, listening as my mother carefully and repeatedly told me about these past few days.

Don't tell Dad what happened that day, and don't mention meeting Uncle Duan. Just say we've been
staying at Aunt Chen's house. I didn't argue or respond; I just sat there, bored and lost in thought. Looking at my beautiful mother, anxious

because of my silence , I felt pale and alienated for the first time. 　　Many years later, as I carefully recalled that scene, I gradually began to describe my feelings. 　　As a young child, I seemed to vaguely sense that my mother was slowly dying in my life, dying on that golden, sun-drenched beach… 　　(The End)

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