The Heart-Pounding Spying of That Year (Part 1)

That year, 1983, was the beginning of reform and opening up. I was ten years old that year.

Life is a process of growth, filled with various emotions—joy and sorrow. But
the growth of youth is often more melancholic. Some events and scenes encountered during this process
are forever etched in one's mind. Even in middle age, after experiencing many trials and tribulations, one still remembers
the imprints of youthful growth.

In those days, the gap between rich and poor families was not large, neighbors were harmonious and helped each other, social order was good, and
the sense of happiness in life was strong.

My family lives in a courtyard in town. The houses were provided by the government. The courtyard isn't big; there are three families living there.
Each family has only one large room, which is actually only about 30 square meters. We put two beds and some miscellaneous items in it, leaving
very little space. There's a communal courtyard, and each family has their own simple kitchen. There's a larger communal
shower room/toilet, which is basically just a simple wooden shed. We boil our own water and carry it in buckets to
shower. There's a well in the courtyard. This well used to be where everyone boiled water for cooking, drinking, and washing clothes. Perhaps
because it wasn't polluted back then, I remember the well water being sweet, and we never got sick from drinking it.

One family consists of teachers, both husband and wife, with two boys, about my age. Another family is a cadre's
family with a daughter, older than us, in high school. My family is an only child; I'm the only boy in my family. My mother had a
younger brother, but he died shortly after she underwent tubal ligation. So, I'm an only child, and my parents
love me very much, especially my mother; I'm the apple of her eye.

My father was a minor official in the town, mainly responsible for local water conservancy projects. He often led teams to
fill ponds, plant trees, and cultivate land. As far as I remember, he only came home once a week for two days off; the rest of the time he was at the construction site. He
always brought some things home, so our family life wasn't bad. My mother was a saleswoman at a local department store,
working regular hours and leading a very structured life.

That year I was in third grade. Due to discussions with classmates, I began to have a vague understanding of sex
and started experiencing erections. But what truly gave me my sex education was this courtyard, the house, and my parents'
bed.

My father wasn't tall, 168 centimeters, and while his looks were passable, not outstanding, he was physically strong. My mother,
on the other hand, was a well-known beauty in the area. She was 164 centimeters tall, with regular features, a sweet smile, fair skin, and
a full figure—the epitome of beauty in those days. My mother was a star at the department store, consistently recognized as an outstanding
worker, largely due to her beauty.

That year, my father was 40 and my mother was 31. They were very loving, our family atmosphere was very harmonious, and my
grades were good. Many people envied our family.

Our house had two beds; my parents slept in the larger bed, and I slept in the smaller one. The two beds were staggered, so when I slept,
if I turned to face their bed, I could see their feet. Their bed was by the window. Before, when I got up to pee in the middle of the night
, we prepared a chamber pot in the room, so there was a small light on. It wasn't very powerful, but it
hung on the wall between the two beds, and you could clearly see everything on the beds.

People back then paid great attention to room hygiene. It wasn't hot in the summer, and there were no mosquitoes, so we didn't use mosquito nets.

One summer night that year, I began to transition from a boy to a man.

That night, my father came home at ten o'clock, saying he had been in a meeting. My mother and I were already asleep
. After my father arrived, my mother got up, cooked for him, and heated water for his bath. By the time my father finished eating and bathing,
it was already 10:30.

After they got into bed, I lay facing them. They both thought I was asleep. I vaguely heard them
whispering, and my mother kept laughing; my father was probably telling me funny stories from the construction site.

Suddenly, they stopped talking. I heard some very soft, satisfied moans, probably from my father.

I didn't dare move. I gently opened my eyes and saw a scene I can never forget.

My parents were completely naked. My father was strong, with dark skin, and his penis was hard and erect
. My mother was kneeling beside him, her snow-white body a stark contrast to my father's. My mother had her hair
up, and she was licking my father's nipple with her tongue. One of her slender hands was gently stroking my father's penis, and he
was moaning softly in pleasure.

I was stunned by this lewd scene, feeling incredibly tense and excited. My penis uncontrollably grew
thicker and harder, which was very uncomfortable.

After licking her nipples for a while, Mom moved downwards, beginning to lick Dad's penis and testicles. Her hands
gently caressed his body; one could imagine how happy and aroused he felt, being
served like this by a voluptuous beauty. But Dad's hands didn't stop either, gently but firmly kneading Mom's full breasts and buttocks,
and caressing her genitals. Mom also began to get excited, as
evidenced by the increasing speed at which she stroked his penis. After about five or six minutes, his penis was covered in Mom's saliva,
appearing dark and shiny under the light. Dad had been thoroughly aroused; his penis was fully erect, thick and hard.

Mom was also thoroughly wet; she turned around, pressing her mouth, which had just been used for oral sex, tightly against Dad's
, the wet sounds of their tongues intertwining visible.

My mother straddled my father, took his penis with her hand, and inserted it into his vagina. I heard her
let out a comfortable moan. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother's genitals, and the first time I had ever seen a woman
's genitals, so close, and seeing a huge penis inserted into her vagina. As my mother
's buttocks writhed, the penis, held between her labia minora, trembled constantly, which showed how much stimulation my father was experiencing.

My mother writhed and moved up and down, her labia minora bent and deformed by the penis, and her vagina
constantly flowed with vaginal fluid. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was not loud, but it could still be heard in the quiet of the night. Combined with
my mother's low, lewd moans, it created a vivid and sensual scene of sex.

For an underage boy, it was impossible to resist the stimulation of this scene. I felt a strange
excitement stirring within me, very uncomfortable, yet very enjoyable. I didn't even dare to touch my penis, any movement...
I dared not do it myself; I could only let my mother and the others think I was asleep so they could fully enjoy their happiness.
But they didn't realize that their happiness was now completely exposed to me, and it was also the source of my own happiness and excitement
.

My mother twisted and moved on top of my father, while his hands kneaded her breasts. My mother
moaned softly, and to me, that sound was the most beautiful note, the most
stimulating and pleasant note I had ever heard.

After about ten minutes, I don't know how many times my father's penis had penetrated and pounded into my mother's vagina, but suddenly
, her movements became more exaggerated, and her moans seemed to involuntarily increase. I clearly heard my mother
say, "I'm coming," and then she moved frantically. Five or six seconds later, she collapsed on top of my father, motionless
, breathing heavily. Later I learned that my mother had orgasmed; this is the reaction of a woman experiencing orgasm.

The scene was too stimulating; I couldn't resist. A sudden, inexplicable surge of energy rushed to my penis, causing
it to tremble and release several streams of fluid, like urinating. The feeling was like flying, like
being unable to hold my urine, like reaching the ultimate climax. The stimulation and pleasure were overwhelming. After all
, it was my first time ejaculating. Looking back now, even after ejaculating so many times during sex, that one time still feels the most
stimulating and unforgettable.

I didn't realize it was semen at the time; my underwear was soaked, and my penis immediately went soft, sticky and
uncomfortable. I didn't dare move, remaining stiff.

My father's penis, however, remained hard, still inside my mother's vagina. After my mother's orgasm, her genitals were extremely
sensitive, but my father seemed to be deliberately mischievous, constantly prying at his penis. Each time he pried upwards, my mother would
squirm, her buttocks trembling, and I could clearly see her vagina contracting.

My mother had a lot of discharge; my father's exposed penis was dripping wet, and I could even see what looked like
his testicles were wet.

My father softly said, "Let me do it," and then they switched positions. My mother lay flat, her legs slightly
bent, her thighs spread as wide as possible, exposing her genitals more. I could see that my mother didn't have
much pubic hair; her thighs and buttocks were very white, but her genitals were darker. Her vagina and anus were also a darker color,
a reddish-black like my father's penis.

My father was on top of my mother, his chest pressed against her soft breasts, his penis thrusting hard into her
vagina. The sounds of vaginal fluid and his penis hitting her buttocks, along with their kissing, filled the air—all obscene,
yet also tender.

My father had abandoned his previous gentleness; his hips moved quickly and violently,
his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina with a rapid, forceful rhythm, as if trying to drive her to her death. But my mother seemed to
enjoy this relentless thrusting and pumping, her moans louder than before, as if she didn't care if I
heard her. She was probably so comfortable and stimulated that she was almost oblivious, a little ecstatic, a little dazed.

My mother's labia minora were also squeezed and deformed, and the vaginal fluid had soaked her anus
, flowing onto the mat below.

I was overwhelmed by the sight and sound; my penis reacted again, hard as a
red-hot steel pipe, stiff and burning.

My father had a very strong sex drive; he continued thrusting like this for over ten minutes. Suddenly, my mother lifted her buttocks,
actively slamming them against my father's inner thighs. I could see her hands forcefully gripping his buttocks
and slamming them against her genitals. My father reacted strongly to this stimulation, his movements becoming faster and more vigorous. I felt that my mother's genitals
would be thoroughly ravaged by this impact, but in fact, she enjoyed it.

Both of them simultaneously let out an "Ah!" My father's penis, still inside my mother's vagina, stopped thrusting, and I could see
his testicles twitching—he was ejaculating intensely. My father let out several strong groans, indicating that he had reached his
limit. My mother, matching my father's groans, also breathed heavily and groaned. She was completely limp,
but her hands still gripped my father's buttocks tightly, as if trying to push his penis further into her vagina. I
felt that my mother had experienced another orgasm.

Seeing this scene was unbearable for me, but I didn't ejaculate. I just felt my penis was hard
to the limit. I was a little scared and nervous at the time, and I didn't dare to think that I would be the father.
But my view of my mother underwent some subtle changes. She was not only my mother, but also a mature,
seductive woman who knew how to please men. I even felt that my mother was a slutty woman at heart, which
was different from my usual impression of my mother, who had the conservative personality that was common among women in society at the time.

My father was on top of my mother, and I saw his penis soften inside her vagina, slipping halfway
out. My mother laughed and slapped his buttocks. My father laughed and rolled off her,
lying flat beside her, his eyes closed as if he were regulating his breathing. The scene on my mother's side was very lewd;
white fluid was flowing from her vagina. She got up to get some tissues from the cabinet under the bed to wipe herself. She happened to pass by me, and I immediately closed my
eyes, afraid she would find out I wasn't asleep. But I could strongly smell a strange odor, mostly the
smell of semen, but mixed with my mother's feminine scent—very alluring and stimulating.

After my mother wiped her genitals, I heard her pour water into the kettle and ask my father if he wanted some. My father
bent down, took a sip, and put on his vest and underwear. My mother also put on her pajamas under the bed. After getting into bed,
my father bent down and hugged my mother, who nestled in his arms like a kitten. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

For loving couples, a harmonious sex life is fundamental. The harmony in our family and
the love between my parents are largely due to their harmonious and fulfilling sex life.

I felt excited, and my penis was aching, but having just ejaculated, I drifted off to sleep
.

(To be continued)

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