Memories of the Past: My Mother and I (January 6th)

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A Heartbreaking Story of Borrowing Money: On the first two days of my final year of junior high, the money my father was supposed to send home hadn't arrived. He said it wouldn't be sent until next month, and I was still 300 yuan short for my tuition. My mother spent the whole day trying to borrow money but couldn't. Finally, out of desperation, she went to a single man who lived not far from our house—I usually called him Uncle. He was a kind man and would occasionally help my mother carry heavy things when he was busy. When we went to borrow, he neither agreed nor disagreed; he just stammered. When we got home, my mother told me to go to school and pay the debt on credit next month, but I absolutely refused. My mother, having no other choice, went back to talk to Uncle, but he still wasn't sure. The next day, while I was still worrying, my mother said Uncle had agreed and I could pick it up that evening. I happily prepared my school supplies and daily necessities. Around 8 pm, my mother went to Uncle's house to get the money, and I stayed home to watch the house. I waited until after 10 PM for my mother to come home. She didn't seem happy to have borrowed the money; I only remember her face was flushed. When she gave me the money, she told me to study hard and how difficult it was to borrow money. Then she took a basin of warm water to the bathroom, and after coming out, she didn't say much before closing the door and going to sleep. It wasn't until high school that I realized the hardship my mother endured to borrow the money. Fortunately, I did well in my studies afterward, so I didn't let her down. The strange relationship between my parents... It was probably in sixth grade. One weekend, I was doing my homework at home when I suddenly heard my parents arguing fiercely. Luckily, a neighbor intervened, preventing a fight. Later, my father went out to work, while my mother cried at home, feeling wronged. That evening, the whole family ate in silence. Afraid they would start arguing again, I obediently washed the dishes after eating, not even daring to watch TV, since it was in their room. Because I went to bed earlier than usual, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard moaning sounds from the next room. I thought they were arguing again, so I quietly went barefoot to the door to listen. The sound grew louder as I got closer; it was my mother's voice, sounding like she was in great pain. Through the crack in the door, I saw their bed shaking incessantly. Because of the mosquito net, I could only see my father's shadow bobbing up and down. Sometimes it would stop, and this continued for about half an hour. Later, I saw my mother get out of bed naked and wipe herself with tissue. Afraid of being discovered, I went back to my room. The next day, they still didn't say much, but I felt much more at ease. As far as I can remember, my father was always working away from home, only coming back occasionally for the Spring Festival. My mother stayed home to farm and tutor me. During my first year of junior high, there was a lot of farm work to do during summer vacation. I worked with my mother every day, and we couldn't even carry the corn we harvested. Luckily, an uncle who lived not far from our house often came to help. After finishing his own work, he would usually come to help us in the afternoon. Sometimes my mother would cook some dishes for him to eat in the evening. Actually, he often came to our house to watch TV, but he brought his own food. Speaking of this uncle, he's not bad-looking, but I don't know why he's always been single. One night, he brought his own food to watch TV again. Strangely, he didn't leave even an hour past his usual departure time. After Mom cleaned up the dishes and poultry, she told me to go to sleep. I was really sleepy, so I went to my room. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, and I heard the TV was still on. I quietly went to check if Mom was asleep. When I got to the door, I saw Uncle's bowl on the table. I took a step in and noticed her mosquito net was moving, so I quickly retreated. When the TV volume was occasionally low, I heard Mom's breathing. Sometimes the bed moved a lot, and the sound was louder, but I could still tell she was deliberately keeping it low. Because I had eavesdropped on my parents' intimate moments before, I knew what they were doing. The sounds stopped after a while, and I quickly went back to bed. A little while later, I heard the front door closing, and then the TV was turned off. With my heart pounding, I don't know when I finally fell asleep. In the morning, Mom went out to work without waking me. When I got up, I found Uncle's bowl was missing. Remembering what I'd overheard the night before, I searched Mom's bed. Later, under Mom's mat, I found a pair of her underwear. I slowly unfolded them; inside was a crumpled piece of paper containing a condom with a lot of semen. The smell was incredibly strong. I quickly put it back, afraid of being discovered. In the following days, Uncle would still occasionally come over, although they acted normally on the surface. But their relationship was still very close behind the scenes. Once, I saw him secretly touching Mom's thigh while eating. Another time, when they went to the mountain to harvest corn, he deliberately assigned me homework to do at home. Thinking about these things sometimes makes me angry, but whenever I see Mom coming home from hard work, or Uncle helping her, sweating profusely, I gradually forget about their affair. Four. That year, I was too young. This is a secret I've kept hidden in my heart for many years. It happened during winter vacation when I was 13. Dad went out to work and didn't come home, leaving only Mom and me at home. After dinner, I usually went to my mom's room to watch TV and then play cards by the bed. One night it was particularly cold, and my mom asked me to come to bed. I was a little shy, but I still went up wearing my long underwear. We sat facing each other, and later, when we got sleepy, my mom told me to sleep there. For the next few days, we played cards every night, and I naturally slept there. Then one night things changed a bit. While playing cards, she kept touching me intentionally or unintentionally, and several times her foot touched my penis. In the middle of the night, she got out of bed to pee, and I realized she was only wearing a pink pair of panties. It was the first time I'd seen her dressed so revealingly, and I was a little excited. We played cards for a while longer, and I couldn't fall asleep when it was time to sleep, and neither could she. In the middle of the night, I found her taking off her underwear in bed and asked if I was asleep. I said I couldn't sleep, and after a few seconds, she whispered, "Come to Mom's side." I think I had a nervous breakdown at the time and didn't dare go over. We both stayed awake for a long time afterward; she kept tossing and turning, then sighed softly and put her underwear back on. I don't know when she finally fell asleep. When I got up in the morning and she wasn't around, I went to check under her mat, where she usually kept her underwear. Her pink underwear was still there, with a large, dried stain around the crotch. We barely spoke that day, and we didn't play cards that night. I just went back to my room to sleep. Looking back now, I realize how naive I was. My good friend Uncle Lin came to visit the day before yesterday. Although I call him "uncle," he's only about ten years older than me. I remember he often came to my house to drink with my dad when I was little. He was thin and quite cheerful. Later, my parents had a fight, and my dad, in a fit of anger, left and disappeared for several years. Uncle Lin would sometimes come to my house to help with my homework, help with the farm work during busy seasons, and help us when we were struggling financially. We were like brothers. But I knew that sometimes when he ostensibly came to see me, he was actually there to see my mother. He and my mother were always joking around, and my mother always said he was a big kid. Although they were very discreet, I still discovered several times that they had crossed the line into a romantic relationship. Later, they probably got bolder and sometimes spent time together during the day. I remember once when I was in junior high school, I went to the river with him to bathe. While changing clothes on the bank, I secretly looked at his genitals; they were quite long and thick. He didn't hide it, and I could only awkwardly say, "Wow, it's so dark." He proudly replied, "Married women like dark-skinned men the most." At the time, I didn't understand, but later I learned that the woman he was referring to was my mother. They continued their relationship until my second year of high school, when his family was moving to another city. The day before, my mother and I went to his house for dinner, but my mother didn't come back that night. After he left, my mother seemed to have lost a confidante and was in a very bad mood. In the days that followed, my father came and went several times, and it seemed that they were very unhappy. My mother was very welcoming to Uncle Lin. During dinner, they didn't talk much; she seemed hesitant to look at him, only focusing on putting food on his plate. After dinner, while watching TV, Uncle Lin approached me and asked if I could stay the night since he had nowhere to stay. I surprisingly replied, as if I had expected it, that I was going to a classmate's to get a computer installed and might not be able to come back. Actually, I spent the whole night playing games at an internet cafe. I got home around 10 a.m. the next day and checked my bedroom first. The bed was untouched because I had deliberately left several books under the covers when I left. My mother's bedroom was neatly tidied. While showering, I saw the sheets my mother had changed in the bathroom. Curiosity led me to open them; the sheets were soaking wet, and my mother's underwear was mixed in. My "good intentions" weren't wasted. My mother returned around noon, her face radiating unprecedented happiness. That day, she walked with small steps, sometimes clutching her thighs. I jokingly asked if she had bumped her back, and she laughed and disappeared into the kitchen. Mom, I'm so sorry about what happened on the first day of National Day. I've been holding it in for several days, but I've finally decided to write this down. I haven't been able to say sorry to you in person, and I hope you can forgive me. Since my divorce, I haven't had a serious relationship. Uncle Lin, whom I'm quite close to, couldn't come home because he had to work in the military. My wife went on a trip with some of her girlfriends, so it was just the two of us at home. Dinner was actually quite...The meal was simple. Midway through, she mentioned wanting a drink for the holiday, so I opened a bottle of red wine. We each drank a small glass. The whole time was relatively quiet. She slowly recounted her past with her father, her face flushed and her emotions low; she almost cried later. Watching her dazed movements as she held her wine glass, I sat down beside her. She leaned on me and continued her story, and I listened while drinking. Later, she fell asleep in my arms. I helped her to bed, and as I was about to leave, she wouldn't let go, murmuring, "Don't go." I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. Then, my mother suddenly sat up and hugged me tightly, then lay down with me. I climbed on top of her, letting her hold me, and she kept kissing my face. Perhaps because I was pressed against her chest, my body reacted involuntarily, and I began to kiss her slowly. She writhed, accompanied by heavy breathing. In a moment of passion, I reached out and touched her breasts, soft like marshmallows, my hard penis rubbing against her thighs. Later, we kissed directly on the lips. I reached down to pull at her panties under her skirt, and she resisted slightly. I continued pulling, and she pulled her hand back. I pulled down her panties and pressed myself against her, pulling off my own pants with one hand. I inserted myself by feel; the wet, lubricated sensation felt wonderful. I continued this action with her, and she kept kissing me. Sometimes, when the movements were vigorous, she would make sounds. Several times, her lower body clenched tightly around me, trembling; I wondered if it was a physical reaction to orgasm. After about ten minutes, I thrust quickly a few times, and with a cry from her, I ejaculated. We held each other tightly for a while. I got up, cleaned her up briefly, covered her with a blanket, and went to my room. The next morning, I woke her up. She said she was thirsty, so I brought her some hot water. She blushed and didn't say anything. Later, I went back to my room and sent her a text message asking if she wanted to buy birth control pills. She said she would take care of it herself. To avoid any awkwardness, I stayed with friends for the next two days instead of going home, communicating only through text messages. Actually, I had secretly looked at her body a few times before, especially after seeing her being intimate with Uncle Lin. Just thinking about Uncle Lin's long, thick penis made my heart race. I hoped she and Uncle Lin could have a good relationship. After this incident, I felt deeply guilty towards Uncle Lin. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone and would forget about it. Seeing her alone these past few days, I felt I owed her so much. I didn't have the courage to apologize in person, so I could only silently say sorry here. [To be continued] Night Starry Night Gold Coins +8 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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